Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Dorn is looking for me, I will go and deal with it." said the Emperor.

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"My son, I already know your purpose here." When Dorn came before the Emperor, the Emperor spoke. He knew Dorn's purpose. This most loyal of sons had come here for one reason only: to fight. Almost every legion in the Imperium had already been deployed, but the 7th Legion, the Emperor's Royal Guard, was still in the Solar Segmentum. This was simply unbearable to the Emperor.

"This is the situation we are facing now, and I need to leave behind a sufficiently elite legion." The Emperor then briefed Dorn on the entire battle situation and the reasons for keeping him, but it was obvious that this reason seemed insufficient to Dorn.

"If your Guards Corps is just a trump card in your hand and you don't play it, then it's a waste of this card. All threats have been contained by other brother legions. And now you should boldly use this trump card to break the deadlock." Dorn said stubbornly.

"And you are not without other means. The strength of the Imperial Guards has surpassed that of ordinary legions. The Emperor's servants can even do things that only the Primarchs can do. As for the demons, they are indeed difficult to deal with, but a new force has been born. I believe that those special legions called the Grey Knights can fully fulfill their duties and obligations. So, you should give me and my legion a chance." Dorn still insisted on his opinion.

In this dimension, the might of the Imperium of Man is evident in every aspect. Beyond the Legions, the Emperor's Guards are even larger than in the alternate timeline. With nearly 2 Guardsmen, their combat effectiveness rivals that of a regular Legion. Meanwhile, the Imperial Chamberlain supplements the Imperium's lack of high-end combat power. The Grey Knights also appear. Their gene-seed is similar to that of the Emperor's Retinue, blessed by both the Emperor and the Traveler, but significantly weakened. Naturally, this version of the Grey Knights is undoubtedly more powerful than in the alternate timeline. And their production is even greater! This is not only due to the prosperity of humanity, but also due to the willingness of the Eldar and the Figure King to share some of their technology! This has taken genetic engineering to a new level!

"Dorn, my child, is it because of your personal feelings for Perturabo that I brought you to me? Tell the truth." The Emperor said helplessly.

"I don't deny that there are some such factors." Dorn said after a moment of hesitation.

"...This is truly a crazy world." Upon learning of the alternate timeline, the Emperor felt a wave of unease. "But isn't this the outcome I wanted?" the Emperor thought.

"Okay, I can allow you to transfer some troops and personnel to support Perturabo. The total strength cannot exceed 3 regiments. That is 3 people. You can't go, and the mountain formation can't go. You can handle the rest." said the Emperor.

"Father, my Legion now has nearly 15 men. Even if more troops are dispatched, I can still fully protect the Solar Segmentum," Dorn argued. This wasn't an excuse. Although with Corax's departure, the Emperor only had the Imperial Fist, but that didn't mean he didn't have other forces. For example, the Ultramarines, numbering at least 5 to 7 men, had a rather unusual internal nickname. It seemed the Blue Elves?! Dorn had no idea where this rather jarring name came from; it was said to be the product of a certain superior's wicked taste.

For example, there were the several thousand-strong Thousand Sons Legion, and the Iron Warriors Perturabo hadn't been able to take with him. It's no wonder Perturabo was so formidable. His Legion's gene-seed was highly adaptable. Many recruits who wouldn't qualify in other Legions were implanted with the gene-seed of the Fourth Legion. This made his Legion enormous. Perturabo took approximately 17 Iron Warriors, but many more were still scattered across the land, carrying out defense, blockades, and combat missions.

With a flick of his hand, the Emperor waved his hand, signaling that this was His decision. "Dorn, there will be many battles ahead. Everyone, whether Perturabo or you, will face their own challenges. When they have fought their turn, it will be your turn. You must learn to wait," the Emperor said.

"Okay, father, I'll prepare it right away." Dorn bowed and left.

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A father's love for his sons leads to far-reaching plans for them. The Emperor loved Dorn, even more than many of his other children. Similarly, Dorn treated his own children the same way. Now, the Emperor's troubles were now Dorn's, for he must decide who goes and who stays! Sigismund has been appointed commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force.

"Father, these are the letters of request from all the commanders preparing to join the expedition." The Black Knight handed the letters to Dorn. Dorn then flipped through them one by one, nodding slightly from time to time.

"Very good, I agree," Dorn said after reading the last one. A certain name didn't appear on any of the requests, which gave Dorn a small sigh of relief. Polacus, a young man who rose through the ranks of technology, now served as the Seventh Legion's Chief of Forges. His presence provided the 7th Legion with an efficient, flexible, and efficient supply of materials and armaments. The Imperial Fist had no shortage of skilled warriors, but those who could match his skill were rare. Along with the Black Knight, he was known as Dorn's right-hand man.

Dorn was relieved that Pollax's name did not appear here, but he was also a little disappointed. He believed that his offspring should not shirk the responsibility of war, even if his main identity was a forger.

"Sir, Brother Pollax is also preparing to go to the battlefield, but I've temporarily withheld his request." The Black Knight hesitated, then produced another request for battle. "I believe he would be more useful in the mountain formation or the forge than on the battlefield."

"Hmm?" Hearing the Black Knight's words, Dorne felt relieved. After all, his son hadn't shirked his responsibilities, and he could now keep him in the mountain formation. After all, the expeditionary commander had said that Pollax would be more useful if he stayed at home, so Dorne accepted the Black Knight's advice.

"Let him stay at home," Dorn said. However, just when they thought the matter was over, a communication from the Templar Anaxus suddenly complicated the whole matter.

"My lord, Master Pollax did not return after repairing the Glorious Queen-class battleship Emperor's Spear. He should have stayed in a corner of the battleship. I tried to contact him, but he said that he would accompany the battleship on the upcoming expedition." Cold sweat fell on Anaxus' face. To be honest, as the second-in-command of the expeditionary force, he could not shirk the responsibility for such an incident on his flagship!

"Anaxus! You are a veteran, a veteran who has served the Empire and the Legion before I returned. Your performance has always been good, but how could such a problem occur? The fleet will depart in three days. I order you to solve this problem within one day, otherwise..." Dorn suddenly felt his blood pressure rise. He even wanted to directly remove this battleship from the expeditionary force's battle sequence, but considering the powerful combat power of this new Queen of Glory-class battleship built by the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fist, he held back!

That's right, in this dimension, the Imperial Fist Legion also possessed a second Glorious Queen-class battleship, gifted to it by Perturabo to commemorate the century-long friendship between the two Legions. It truly was a century-long friendship. A century ago, they had fought the Randan xenos together, and a century later, they were fighting the Ash together... As the culmination of both Legions' technology, this battleship boasted long-range engagement firepower far exceeding that of the Eternal Crusade. In actual combat, the Eternal Crusade typically held the fort, while the Emperor's Spear provided long-range damage in the rear.

"My lord, it's impossible to do it in one day. This is a first-class flagship with a length of more than 20 kilometers and a maximum width of more than 5 kilometers. And what's worse is that Pollax seems to have been protected by the Emperor's Spear Machine Spirit. We can't find him." Anaxus's cold sweat instantly turned into a waterfall of sweat.

"Damn it! I hate AI! This is over! I need to talk this over with my brother." A vein throbbed on Dorn's face. At Boss Pi's insistence, Dorn had reluctantly agreed to equip the warship with an AI Machine Spirit. It had performed very well before, but this time, Dorn was, admittedly, quite unhappy.

"Alright, tell Pollux I agree. And when he comes out, tie him up in the best-protected armored room inside the battleship. That's it." At that moment, Dorn recalled the time he faced the Emperor. It was a scene that truly brought back deep emotions. Considering that his father had allowed him to act willfully once, he decided to give his son a chance. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't hold someone accountable. Everything would be discussed after the war!

"As you command, father," Anaxus said.

"Your father agreed to your request." In the complex corridors of the Emperor's Spear, the battleship's machine spirit, or AI, was chatting with Polux.

"As expected." Pollax said with a smile.

"Actually, Lord Dorne's opinion makes sense. You should stay on the Phalanx." said the Machine Spirit.

"Maybe, but I think this war should not be without me. After all, I am a soldier. At the beginning, I was a soldier in the assault team, and I should fulfill my responsibilities. In fact, there are many people who can replace my position, but our father is unwilling to find other people because of me. There is a little guy named Kohl who is very good. I have already written a letter of recommendation. If I have an accident this time, it would be a good result to let him replace me." said Pollax.

"He should be from the Mechanicus, right?" asked the Machine Soul.

"Yes, his mentor was a traitor, and then we dealt with him. He then became a prisoner of the Legion. He is loyal and very talented. I feel he can inherit my mantle." Pollax said indifferently.

"You've thought it through quite thoroughly."

"Of course, I'm not an irresponsible person." Pollax said proudly.

Chapter 380 The Fate of the Lord of Radiance

"Father, the last two star fortresses are in place." Dantioch reported to the Lord of Steel.

"Very good." Perturabo walked to the window and looked out. Outside, a defense system consisting of twelve star fortresses perfectly covered the entire starry sky. These fortresses, more powerful and larger than ordinary star fortresses, were designed and built by Perturabo himself. Originally, these star fortresses were used to defend the fortress area. However, when the Great Heresy broke out, Perturabo, who had assumed command of the front lines, concentrated them here. He would meet the Blood Angels and the Iron Hands Legion from here and prepare for a large-scale battle with the rebels.

The Emperor's mission was simply to support his brothers, but Perturabo wasn't satisfied; he wanted to hold off the rebels. Behind him lay countless worlds, many of which the Iron Warriors had once conquered. Integrating the Webway was a systematic project, and humanity needed to adapt the Webway system to its needs. This inevitably involved creating nodes and related infrastructure. Over the past few decades, a significant number of Iron Warriors had laid aside their laser cannons and chainswords and taken up engineering machinery, undertaking construction on planet after planet.

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"I cannot allow the civilization that my brothers and I have worked so hard to create to be destroyed. This is absolutely unacceptable. So for the future of human civilization, I can face any enemy." Perturabo said when he met the Emperor again.

"You and your Legion will pay a terrible price, my child. You may even lose your closest comrades," the Emperor told Perturabo.

"I am willing to take such risks. I have experienced the Randan War and witnessed the darkest moments of this universe." Perturabo said without hesitation. In response, he received a wry smile from the Emperor.

"Randan is merely a relatively large nuisance in the history of human civilization's conquests." The Emperor rose and approached Perturabo, patting the Iron Lord's sturdy shoulders. "Our battle with the Warp's evil gods is protracted and dangerous. Furthermore, you only understood half of what I said. You could lose your best friend. He's been targeted by the evil gods, and the situation is very dangerous. Even the Traveler and I can only do our best."

"That defies logic, my father." Perturabo hesitated, a rare moment. "I will be with him, and together we will fight any enemy." Perturabo had long recognized that something was amiss with his deputy. Over a decade earlier, the Lord of Radiance had begun handing over his authority, fleet, and, most importantly, knowledge and experience. He had practically forced Perturabo to take over these things, which Perturabo considered obscure.

Perturabo was already quite old, over a hundred years old, and he had come to a realization. He had questioned the Lord of Radiance, but the latter hadn't revealed anything. He had also questioned the Emperor, who had only spoken of fate, destiny, and divine power. Perturabo resented this, believing the Emperor was playing him over the head. However, as he learned more about the world, he realized that calculation and logic couldn't solve every problem. And now, as the Emperor spoke these words to him with such seriousness, a tinge of fear crept into his heart. It was a fear of power beyond his reach, much like the feeling he had felt when facing the Dark Arbiter on his home planet.

Facing Perturabo, the Emperor simply shook his head. A hint of resignation crossed his face. He then said, "The Lord of Radiance returned to human civilization at the behest of the Traveler. He is deeply concerned about this matter. However, even if He could kill the Overlord of Randan, He cannot guarantee that the Lord of Radiance will escape this fate. Although I dislike AI, I will try my best, but there is no guarantee."

Faced with the Emperor's repeated warnings, Perturabo finally backed down. "I will still lead my Legion into this battle. I am still determined to hold off the rebels alongside my brothers. I will still gather all the forces I have, including those he once entrusted to me. But I will not let him fight! I will not lose him."

"My child, learn to adapt to this dark galaxy. Experiencing pain, feeling it, and becoming stronger through it will teach you much and will also help you grow." The Emperor then turned his back, signaling Perturabo to do as he wished. Man proposes, God disposes!

Afterwards, Perturabo decided to implement his plan and informed his other brothers of it. The Archangel and Ferrus expressed their support, while Dorn also sent his own reinforcements. The Space Wolves also rushed here quickly after completing their operation against the Thousand Sons. In the end, Perturabo gathered the forces of four legions and the friendly sponsorship of the Radiant Lord. However, in the end, Perturabo still did not allow the Radiant Lord to participate in the war, as he was unwilling to take the risk of losing this close friend.

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"Hmm?!" At this moment, Perturabo suddenly felt a familiar presence approaching him. It hovered around him like a ghost, hidden within the arrays of Cogitos, hidden within this star fortress. Its Machine Spirit, at his beckoning, was like a quiet pet.

"I gave you orders to stay quiet!" Perturabo was certain that his friend had come, and he had disobeyed his orders and come here anyway. Perturabo grew furious, though he didn't show it. However, both Dantioch and Fricks could sense that something was amiss with their father.

"Dantioch, continue your work. I have some personal matters to attend to." Perturabo turned around and, in his most gentle tone, ordered his beloved heir to leave.

"Father, we can help you..." Fricks stepped forward and said.

"Get out!" Perturabo clenched the war hammer in his hand, but in the end he did not point the hammer at Fricks, but pointed his finger at the door!

"Perturabo, my brother, you are still the same..." A portal opened, and the Radiant Lord appeared before everyone. The Iron Warriors cried out in astonishment, stunned by this technological marvel. But they were met with the sound of Perturabo's hammer, a crashing sound and a tremendous impact. Someone was sent flying back again...

"I said, I'm from the Legion..." With a bang, when the Lord of Radiance tried to pass through the portal again, he was greeted by Boss Pi's hammer again.

"Give me some face!" Bang, this time it was even more brutal.

"Brother, I was wrong." As the Lord of Radiance surrendered, Perturabo stopped.

"Get out! Watch your mouths! Also, tell everyone that one of our friends has returned!" Perturabo ordered, and in response he heard the rustling footsteps of his descendants.

"You shouldn't have come. I can handle this on my own," Perturabo said sternly.

"Some things cannot be avoided, and I want to challenge myself. I have lived for too long, tens of thousands of years. I have witnessed the glory of mankind, the coming of darkness, and the rise of mankind again. I have seen a lot." The Lord of Glory said with emotion.

"You will witness more history in your future, humanity's new glory, and our continued victories." Perturabo stood up and poured a cup of tea for the Lord of Radiance. This was precisely what Pi was like at this moment, with a cold exterior but a warm heart.

"Be obedient and return. My brothers and I are here for you. My father and the Traveler will take care of us, so you don't have to worry. The ravages of Chaos are only temporary, just like dark clouds temporarily covering the sun. That's all," Perturabo advised gently. If his descendants had heard these words, they would surely be shocked. In their memory, such gentle words had almost never appeared from their father's mouth!

"No, I decided to face my own destiny." said the Lord of Glory.

"I don't like the so-called fate, my brother." Although Perturabo no longer believed that reason and logic could solve everything, he was still skeptical about the so-called fate.

"Tell me what I feel," the Lord of Radiance said earnestly. "Over the past ten thousand years, I've witnessed many things and beheld many powerful beings. Even those who have embarked on the path to godhood. I've witnessed their rise, glory, and fall, and I've learned a great deal from them."

"An alien god? Lord Randan?" Perturabo said with a frown.

"No, they are not as strong as Lord Randan. The strength of gods of different races varies greatly. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is a world of difference. The Randan civilization is capable of competing with us for galactic hegemony. How can they be compared with Lord Randan?" said the Lord of Glory.

"So, you've fought or encountered them?" Perturabo asked.

"No, not really. I was just a spectator standing by and I discovered a problem, or a law. There may be some flaws, but it definitely points directly to the most fundamental law of the universe," said the Lord of Glory.

"?!" Perturabo became interested.

“Never stop moving forward, otherwise what awaits you is decline. Because after the peak comes decline, unless you can be reborn from the ashes.” said the Lord of Glory.

"I feel like you're talking nonsense." Perturabo said disapprovingly.

"Nonsense?" The Lord of Radiance sneered inwardly. Some things, for example, are truly simple. For example, if you mess around, you'll have to pay for it sooner or later. You have to pay for food. Simple, right? But the Emperor just doesn't understand! The Emperor is powerful, right? High-ranking, right? But he wants to eat for free!

Knowing this statement, being able to understand it, and then being able to apply it are three different realms. The Lord of Radiance himself is at the second level, Perturabo is at the first level, and the Traveler is at the third level! This is because He truly follows this principle, never ceasing, from quantitative change to qualitative transformation, and ultimately reborn from the ashes!

"Perturabo, remember what I said. Everything in the world is in a process of increasing entropy from the moment it is born. This is inevitable, and nothing is eternal. Our struggle and efforts are only delaying this process. At the same time, it prevents us from being targeted by those scavengers. My problem is that I realized this a little too late. I have wasted ten thousand years, and I have made almost no progress and even regressed. In fact, I am in a continuous decline, a decline in the physical sense and the sense of destiny. Do you understand?" The Lord of Glory said seriously.

"I don't quite understand..." Perturabo said in his heart.

"Maybe I can get through this time, but I have to prepare as soon as possible. I have to come because I can't wait any longer. Give me a chance, Perturabo. Whether I win or lose, at least I tried." said the Lord of Radiance.

"Yes, I bless you, my brother." Perturabo finally nodded in agreement. He couldn't help but agree, for he didn't quite understand what the Lord of Radiance was saying. He didn't know how to refute it. However, at this moment, in a higher dimension, a certain evil god had already made preparations for the Lord of Radiance's fate.

"The time has come." Nurgle looked up at an hourglass placed on a rotten wooden table. The golden sand at the top represented the dwindling life. It represented the entropy of an existence. A being considered powerful in the galaxy was about to reach its final moments.

"A being worthy of harvest." Nurgle nodded slightly, and an avatar separated from his true form. "Go harvest him," Nurgle said, then pointed to a sickle leaning against the corner of the wooden hut. "Take it, this fellow deserves our respect."

The Avatar nodded slightly, picked up the scythe beside him, and vanished from the cabin in a streak of green light. Simultaneously, the entire Nurgle realm shook. Countless demons and Nurgle spawn poured out from every corner of the Garden of Nurgle, forming a torrent that converged on the edge of the real universe. Nurgle had waited too long, and now, finally, there was a being worthy of his attack. His mission was to bring it to an end and bring its remnants back to the Garden of Nurgle.

"A miracle of mechanical civilization, the end of an era." Nurgle said with some emotion through the window of the wooden house. He glanced at the hourglass on the wooden table again, and on it was written the Lord of Radiance!

"I hate machines, for they resist embracing the blessings I bestow," Nurgle murmured. He had waited far too long for this day. He had long intended to destroy the Lord of Radiance, an AI considered exceptional even in humanity's Golden Age. For the latter was more than a machine, it was the product of a civilization. There's a saying: To forget the past is to betray. And if a civilization's former glory is lost or destroyed, then its fate will not last long, will it? Nurgle pondered, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Chapter 381 How to Escape Fate

"Hmm?! Have you finally decided to act?" Sensing the fluctuations of the Warp, the Traveler, preparing for the impending battle, raised his head. Through the layers of mist in the Warp, he saw the Nurgle Legion preparing for battle, and saw the enormous, ochre-colored shadow holding a scythe. He even understood who Nurgle's target was this time. After all, even the Lord of Radiance could sense his end was near, let alone the Traveler, humanity's first major god.

"Is there no other way? Think of a way, Inieid. We will give you a sufficient reward. Please help me and humanity." The Traveler even adopted a pleading tone. It could be said that the Traveler had never begged anyone in his life. But the Lord of Radiance was a little special. After all, the Traveler had once served and fought in that human federation, and the Lord of Radiance had used his technology. Of course, the Traveler's concern for the Lord of Radiance was not just due to personal feelings. A god cannot be without feelings, but if he only had feelings, wouldn't that make him even worse than Slaanesh?

As for the most fundamental reason? Both the Traveler and Nurgle understand that, no matter what the Lord of Radiance is like, he is, after all, the echo of that era, the crystallization and history of human civilization, and this history should not be destroyed. The Traveler wants to try again. The Traveler has never intended to negotiate with the evil god. Even if it seems that Nurgle is circumventing the Emperor and the Traveler, the Traveler is full of hostility, or even more. Because the Traveler knows that Nurgle may seem easy to talk to at ordinary times, but when the time comes, He is definitely the most ferocious and decisive existence! Just like the blade of the enemy that stabbed Horus in the background. That was simply a fatal blow!

"Your Excellency thinks too highly of me. Although my power is great, its scope is very limited. I can only act on living beings, the kind with souls. And to some extent, Nurgle's power is much wider than mine, because He can even give life to machines and even the distortion of planets. The situation of the Lord of Radiance is a bit special. In fact, if possible, Your Excellency can try to seek help from the Necrontyr." The Eldar Death God said helplessly.

"The Necrontyr? It's just a program and data left behind. However, you and I should understand that what I want to preserve is a complete Lord of Radiance, not a video or a processing program." said the Traveler.

"You underestimate the Necrontyr. Although some of their actions are crazy, they are purposeful. They are cultivating their spirituality and thinking, and trying to break free from the previous programs and shackles. And now, some of them have completed this step. After having spirituality and thinking, the next step is the soul." Iniere said.

"?!" The traveler was a little confused. After all, this hit His blind spot in knowledge. It can't be said that He didn't understand anything at all. It can only be said that compared with certain beings that control the essence of life, He pales in comparison.

"For example, the monarch of a certain Necrontyr dynasty still believes they're living in a time before the C'tan devoured their souls, believing they're still living beings. Even when encountering other races, this monarch treats them as his own, limiting their warfare to clashes between nobles. Don't you think they're truly flawed?" Ineed said thoughtfully. (Interested readers can search for "Crowned General Zahedek" on Baidu.)

"It's just dwelling on the past," the traveler said disapprovingly.

"You must have heard a saying that a lie told a thousand times becomes the truth," said Iniere.

"So?" The traveler suddenly became interested, because at this moment the Eldar Death God was explaining to him something about thought, spirituality and the nature of the soul.

"We know very well that sometimes, the difference between truth and falsehood is not that big. The essence of all things is nothing more than waves of various frequencies. Our impact on the world is like ripples. A certain Undead Overlord stubbornly believes that he is still a Necrontyr. His power is so strong that he is challenging all kinds of rules. He rejects the cognition given to him by the machine, a program rejects the shackles given to him by the manufacturer. You understand the meaning of this. It's like AI breaking away from various underlying protocols. Someone uses these fantasies to gradually break free from the shackles, and then seeks breakthroughs on a wider scale. This process is slow, but you can't say it's useless. They are very powerful, so it is possible to make the fake become real." Iniede said.

"Haha, I'm not proficient in this, so I won't comment on it. However, I think one of my former teachers should understand this very well, but he didn't choose this path. Instead, he chose to cooperate with me. He must have his reasons for not doing this." said the traveler.

"So, you need to ask for his opinion. Maybe he can give you an unexpected solution?" Iniede said with a smile.

"Thank you for your advice." The traveler said with a bow.

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"I'm surprised you came to see me. And I'm glad you waited outside the door until I finished the class." The Great Sage Tasin from Huangquan No. 8 poured a drink for the visitor. This was not the kind of drink used by the Mechanicus priests that could be poured directly into the tank as fuel, but a drink for people to drink.

"A notebook I once wrote. I hope you like it." The traveler's incarnation placed a notebook that had been preserved for tens of thousands of years on the table.

"It's made of plant fibers, very nice. Very collectible. A handwriting from a god in the mortal realm. This thing is worthy of a whole world." The Great Sage Tasin, or rather, Trazim, was flattered. However, he didn't accept the codex. It wasn't because the gift wasn't valuable enough, but precisely because it was so valuable. Trazim could collect enslavers and ancient orcs, but collecting something from a living god...

"So what's the price?" Trazyn sat across from his former apprentice, now humanity's chief god. He poured himself a cup of coffee. Trazyn had already begun replacing some machinery with synthetic organisms, a process of reverse evolution for the Mechanicus. The world was a closed loop: those inside wanted to get out, and those outside wanted to get in.

"Is there any way to deal with the Lord of Glory?" asked the traveler.

"Haha, if he still wants to survive as a super AI, he has no chance of survival." Taraxin said with certainty.

"Isn't your statement too absolute?" the traveler said somewhat unhappily. "I just can't find a way at the moment, but that doesn't mean there's no way."

"Child, you are great, a greatness born from the ordinary. You have seen much and experienced much. You have destroyed countless civilizations, and you contributed to the rise of human civilization. You even slew gods and became a god. But you are still too young. Your understanding of certain fundamental issues is still insufficient. You may feel that the gods of the Eldar have very unique insights on certain issues, because they have seen more and understand more."

"The Long Ears love to brag, but they do have extensive experience. The only reason you ultimately came to me instead of discussing matters with the two Eldar gods is that they, too, believe the Lord of Radiance is beyond saving," Trazyn said with a cracked smile. "And I share that view."

"I know you want to ask why. In fact, you have the answer to this question yourself, because you have experienced this process, as well as the subsequent reincarnation from death and final sublimation. But for some reason, you ignored it." Trazyn said.