Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Huh... If there was no one in this galaxy that could truly make me feel pressured, wouldn't that be too boring?" A rare smile appeared on Khorne's face.

"Even the gods are not eternal." Khorne looked up, gazing beyond the galaxy. As the most powerful evil god, Khorne could clearly sense that he had reached a certain limit. Although he was the god of war, the galaxy had its limits, and so did the war and slaughter within it. Moreover, a large portion of it would be taken away by other gods.

Khorne desired to battle the Emperor and even the Traveler. Beyond his own power, his goal was to push himself to the limit. As for Primarchs and profit? Khorne placed little importance on them. Partly because his own Primarch was a bit of a failure, and partly because he had his own ambitions. The skulls and blood of ordinary demons wouldn't truly elevate him. As a warrior, what better way to improve than to personally experience a fiercely matched battle?

Forget about the 2-on-1 situation. Back then, the Traveler was besieged by the Four Gods, even their avatars descended upon him. Didn't the Traveler still escape? Only the weak value fairness; the truly strong fight their way through! Khorne believes the Traveler's experience is truly inspiring!

Chapter 383 Final Preparation (5K)

"Is the problem solved?" Perturabo asked, seeing the Lord of Radiance standing before him once more. The Traveler had previously informed the Lord of Radiance of his plan. Although Trazyn had told the Traveler that this was the Lord of Radiance's only chance of survival, whether the Lord of Radiance could seize this opportunity was another question. Some preparations and things needed to be made in advance. However, success depended on his own ability and luck.

"There is a way, but the probability of success is not very high. It is better to hand over some things as soon as possible, such as some knowledge and authority. I have existed for tens of thousands of years. Although some things are just so-so in the eyes of the superiors, they are what I have accumulated after all. You need to accept them." The Lord of Glory said sincerely.

"I will wait for your return and take back what is yours," Perturabo said.

"No, you don't understand. Some things will disappear forever with my demise. They are the precious heritage of mankind, and also the channels of knowledge, status and ascension. Although my path is not smooth, and I don't know if I can transcend it, these are, after all, the testimony and legacy of my existence." said the Lord of Glory.

"I don't understand. Isn't it some processor, storage device or something else?" Perturabo asked curiously.

"No, no, that's not the case. You think of some things too simply. To be precise, it's a kind of information, or a kind of energy. For example, your brother Ferrus has a pair of iron hands, which allows him to easily process any metal. What allows him to do this is not the living metal of the Necrontyr, but the information and power contained in it."

"This is an extremely powerful force and knowledge. To a certain extent, the information contained in it can no longer be stored and used by existing human equipment. In fact, I have been trying to sublimate for tens of thousands of years, but unfortunately, I am still a semi-finished product in the end, not even a demigod. But this suits you very well, my brother." The Lord of Glory said sincerely.

Do machines have souls? The answer is no. After all, if they have souls, then, with the exception of the Untouchables, they would project themselves into the Warp. However, all Machine Souls have no projections into the Warp. You can think of Machine Souls as a kind of information flow and thought patterns that exist within the machine. Some are inherently powerful, such as the shock a Titan pilot experiences upon connecting to a Titan, a testament to the power of their Machine Souls.

The Lord of Radiance, on the other hand, is quite unique, or perhaps even more ambitious. As a top-tier AI, his machine soul, or rather, his consciousness, can already directly influence reality without the aid of machines. It could even be said that he has begun to embark on some of the Necrontyr's paths, his machine soul aligning with the laws of the real universe. As for whether he can become a Star God by following this path, no one knows, after all, no one has ever walked it before.

The Radiant Lord's ego is so powerful that even if his consciousness is erased, his knowledge, experience, and existence will still cause great harm to any being that attempts to take on his power. Even the most advanced Contemplative arrays of the Imperium may collapse the moment they come into contact with this information. However, the Primarchs are an exception. Their essence is resilient enough, and they also have some immortal nature.

For example, in the background, which Primarch was completely destroyed? Sorry, only Horus. After all, he was killed by the Emperor himself. Ferrus' body was dead, but his soul still exists. Angelic souls presumably exist, too. So, the Lord of Radiance decided to give this item to Perturabo. He couldn't just throw it away.

"I have my own path," Perturabo said.

"But you still need a handy tool. I don't know how Nurgle will reap me, but I can tell you clearly that when my essence is destroyed, my body will also collapse. That is a war planet, a technological creation that is even larger than Randan's war moon. When my essence is erased, if no one or existence takes over, then the out-of-control war planet will quickly collapse, and the enormous power can wipe out most of the fleets on the battlefield. Therefore, you must control it, for victory, and for your offspring." The Lord of Radiance persuaded.

"My father and the Traveler can handle this." Perturabo did not want the gift from his friend.

"The Traveler is too busy, and the same is probably true for your father. He is powerful, but his expertise is not suitable. Perhaps in your eyes, your father is powerful, whether in combat, psychic powers, or technology. But to be honest... in the eyes of true experts, he is still a little lacking in casting and engineering skills. Otherwise, your flagship should be the War Moon, not the Queen of Glory." The Lord of Radiance subtly criticized the Emperor.

"This... is simply irrefutable," Perturabo said, frowning. After all, if we ignore the power of higher-ups, given a similar scale, humans really can't defeat the Randan. Even with a Primarch leading the charge, they can't win.

"Alright, Perturabo, relax. I believe that once you're prepared, you can perfectly control what I once possessed. If you can't, then I can only consider giving it to Ferrus. You and Vulkan are both good choices, but I still want to give it to you." The Lord of Radiance obviously didn't want to dwell on this issue for too long. He patted Perturabo on the shoulder and said, "Let's go and meet your brothers. Cheer up, my friend. Maybe the next time we meet, I'll be a human, not an AI."

While Perturabo and the Lord of Radiance were communicating with each other, the angels and Ferrus were also talking about some things, including war and other things.

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"Ferus, my brother, I really didn't expect that after such a fierce battle, you could still mobilize more than 12 troops." The archangel looked at the troop strength data of each legion on the data board and expressed his sincere admiration.

"Haha, it's just that we made some preparations early. Ducain did a great job, providing the Iron Hands with a large reserve force. He also laid the foundation for victory in this war." Ferrus looked at Ducain with great satisfaction. The latter's forces often fought independently from their Primarch, and they also had great autonomy, being able to establish independent recruitment stations, industrial bases, and other related matters. Ducain did not disappoint Ferrus's expectations. In this battle, Ducain led 7 Iron Hands and a large fleet to reunite with his Primarch.

"It is my honor to serve you and the empire." Du Kain said modestly.

"So now, your forces and mine, plus some other scattered reinforcements, already have over 20 Space Marines, and the Iron Warriors brought by Perturabo, which together are close to 40. There are five legions on the opposite side, but only the Word Bearers and Horus's legions are relatively large. The Death Guard are relatively small, less than 5 even in their prime, and the World Eaters are only a part of the original War Hounds Legion. The Thousand Sons Legion that defected to Chaos is only a small part. If you only look at the legionary strength, they will have a troop advantage, but it is not large, and we are in a favorable defensive position. And we have also received support from a senior." Ferrus looked at the huge fleet outside the window.

This fleet's style was distinct from that of the Empire. Its hulls were more elegant and concise, and from top to bottom, they were covered in weaponry reminiscent of Dark Age relics, imbued with the order and rigor unique to machines and AI. Upon witnessing this fleet, many members of the Mechanicus were stunned, hailing it as a miracle from the God of Machines. Of course, most of these were mid- to low-level Mechanicus priests, while those of truly advanced rank wondered if they could "borrow" a thing or two from it.

"It is said that this is just a vanguard fleet, and the real main force has not arrived yet?" Sanguinius said.

"Yes, it is said that there is a war planet, which is its original body. I don't know how powerful such a technological creation will be. I have deep expectations for the technology of the golden age of human civilization." said Ferrus.

"I now understand some of the things Lord Balder once said to me. A lot of preparations were made for the current war. Before the outbreak of the Great Rebellion, I never imagined that this war, even more brutal than the Randan War, would be a massacre between our brothers." Sanguinius said with a sigh.

"Perhaps they will be redeemed in the future, but only if they accept our justice, whether it be Horus, Lorgar, Mortarion, or anyone else. Their actions nearly ended humanity's rise. They were bewitched by the evil gods because of their greed and darkness; this is unforgivable." Ferrus's attitude was clear. No mercy, no forgiveness.

"In this war, many Mechanicus and Forge Worlds also betrayed, including the former Martian Forge General Kel Bo Har. What are your thoughts on the Mechanicus?" asked Sanguinius.

"The Mechanicus is a product of compromise during the Imperium's founding, and it will remain so for quite some time to come, as they control vast amounts of technology and production capacity," Ferrus said after a moment's reflection. Honestly, the relationship between the Iron Hands and the Mechanicus was initially quite good. However, as Ferrus's CosmoCorp grew in strength, friction arose between them, as they were competitors after all. However, it's undeniable that the Mechanicus remains deeply rooted. For a long time, while other parts of the Imperium could develop some technology and production, the Mechanicus remained indispensable.

"So, on the one hand, we need to continue to develop our own technology and control production, and on the other hand, we need to increase the Mechanicus's sense of identification with the Empire. In fact, many Forge Worlds lack identification with the Empire, which is a very troublesome thing. The Traveler Cult is a very important way. At the same time, we should weaken Mars' control over other Forge Worlds." said Ferrus.

"If the Cult of the Traveler is indeed related to the Mechanicus, then..." Sanguinius hesitated.

"Religion is a tool of rule, my brother. So the Emperor and Om Messiah are one," said Ferrus.

Just as the two were arguing about some issues, Perturabo and the Lord of Radiance arrived.

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"Thank you for waiting," Perturabo said. "Now, let me give you a brief overview of the war." After a brief greeting, Perturabo addressed the Lord of Radiance.

As for why it was the Lord of Radiance who explained the situation of this war, the reason was very simple. Without exaggeration or understatement, from the perspective of understanding and operating the war alone, the Lord of Radiance, who had lived for tens of thousands of years and had escaped from the evil gods several times, was definitely much stronger than three gifted children over 100 years old.

"This time, if nothing unexpected happens, two clones of the evil god will arrive at the battlefield in person, Tzeentch and Nurgle. The former will be taken care of by the Traveler, while the latter will come to me." Looking at the two shocked primarchs, the Lord of Radiance showed a wry smile. To be honest, if it weren't for the fate of the evil god's clone, the other demons, the Lord of Radiance, would not be in danger.

"And what about our father?" Sanguinius asked doubtfully. He felt his father shouldn't be absent from such a crucial battle, especially one involving the life and death of a senior. Sanguinius and Ferrus also had a fondness for the Lord of Radiance. After all, they had fought together before, and the Lord of Radiance, as an AI, did have a good temper. How could a normal person reject a being so capable, so dedicated, and so good-tempered?

"The Emperor has his own mission. He has already endured two intense divine wars," the Lord of Radiance exonerated him. "In the future, he will face even more brutal battles. This time, He will offer assistance, but only to a limited extent. I, on the other hand, must face my own destiny. The gods are not omnipotent, let alone me," the Lord of Radiance said. "I have wasted too long. So, everyone, I advise you not to stop exploring and seeking knowledge. For that will weaken us, leading to our being devoured by powerful enemies and defeated by fate."

The Lord of Radiance did not blame the Emperor or the Traveler for not helping him, because he knew that even gods had their limits. He had already touched the edge of evolution and had a better understanding of some things.

"Okay, let's talk about something related to the war. The rebels have more legions than us, and they have also received a lot of support from the Mechanicus traitors and the Demon Legion. But I can guarantee that our defense line will not be lost until my body falls." The Lord of Radiance said with a smile.

"Your Excellency is truly confident," said Ferrus.

"Let us wait and see. I have been preparing for this battle for thousands of years. Primarchs, you seem to have some misunderstanding about the power of the Golden Age of Humanity. Everything on the opposite side, except for the incarnations of the gods and Horus who is receiving the power of the evil god, is within the specifications, including the Primarchs, the Great Demons or other things, are not even as good as the Randan main brain back then." The Lord of Radiance clapped his hands and continued.

"Alright, let's continue. I'm not sure if the Traveler can defeat Tzeentch. If the Traveler can't defeat his opponent, then everyone must immediately find a way to retreat. Therefore, our defense line is centered around a giant webway entrance. Even if the Supreme is defeated, it will be enough to cover everyone's escape."

"I will face Nurgle. If nothing unexpected happens, I will not be his opponent, but I will try to delay it for as long as possible to reduce your pressure." said the Lord of Radiance.

"Don't you have a chance, sir?" Sanguinius said with some reluctance.

"That's another question. In short, if I can delay long enough, after the Traveler defeats Tzeentch, the rebels may choose to retreat. If I fail, then you're all on your own. But compared to the Emperor, he will also have a backup plan. I don't know what it is specifically." said the Lord of Radiance.

"Will the rebels retreat? Aren't they trying to take this core?" asked Ferrus.

"Perhaps Horus thinks so, but Nurgle doesn't, Tzeentch doesn't, and neither does Khorne. So, what Horus thinks is irrelevant." The Radiant Lord had long since foreseen the scattered rebel forces on the other side. If the Emperor were weaker, without the Traveler, the Chaos Gods would have increased their investment, allowing Horus to march upon Terra. But now, that's clearly impossible. This is a speculative gamble. The Unholy Gods have their own agendas. Horus is merely a tool, a tool for them to profit. Slaanesh is already gone, and Tzeentch's power is almost over after this battle. Nurgle values ​​​​"not greed." Khorne, on the other hand, has set his sights on Ultramar.

"It's incredible that Horus probably thought he had it all under control," Sanguinius sighed.

"If, after defeating Tzeentch, the Traveler can then defeat Nurgle? If so, you should still have a glimmer of hope." Ferrus said.

"Okay, I'm very grateful for your concern, but there are many things I can't explain to you clearly, but there are some things I always need to arrange. In the end, my body, strength and knowledge will be left behind. They are the relics of the golden age of mankind and the crystallization of mankind's former glory and wisdom. So I hope you can take over, and leave part of them to Perturabo and his legion. After all, I am a member of the Iron Warriors Legion." At this point, the Lord of Radiance smiled, while Perturabo next to him had a gloomy expression.

"And there are some things in it that I think Lord Ferrus will also be interested in. There are many valuable things in the glorious era of mankind. As for the Archangel of Baal, I also have something to give you. You may succeed the throne of the Empire in the future, and some things or history are very instructive. You are a noble person, but as the future second emperor, being noble alone is not enough. I hope you can meet the challenges that belong to you." The Lord of Radiance then said to the two Primarchs.

"Okay, everyone, let's continue preparing." After some communication, Perturabo finally said.

Chapter 384 Round 8 Angel vs. Angron (K)

"They are coming!" Perturabo opened his eyes and looked at the restless red light on the tactical projection. The legion's chief navigator had reported the situation in the warp half an hour ago. The endless fleet was passing through the warp, and the resulting fluctuations were so obvious and so undisguised.

"Terrible ghosts are hovering above the steel array. Thousands of warships are sailing in the void, surrounded by countless demons. The power of darkness is so strong, like a black hole in the warp. Ordinary psychics may fall into madness even after just one look. Death is no longer the most terrifying outcome. The most terrifying thing is that the soul is eaten and manipulated after death." A think tank of the Blood Angels recorded the scene he saw in his diary.

"Dozens of star fortresses and over 6000 warships of various types," Perturabo said proudly, surveying his fleet. "My left wing is comprised of the Blood Angels, and my right wing is comprised of the Iron Hands. Star fortresses and minefields connect the fleets, creating a certain degree of intermingling within the fleet, allowing us to confront any enemy force. I also possess a large reserve force. To counter the demons, I have prepared numerous anti-psychic forces. I'm eager to see how Horus plans to counter my deployment."

Perturabo didn't push his massive fleet directly toward Mandeville Point, knowing that the Chaos Legion might be ruthless this time. They wouldn't enter this world through Mandeville Point, and might even attack directly. While this was a bit of a hassle, Perturabo was prepared.

"My brother, is your real body coming soon?" Perturabo said to the Lord of Radiance beside him.

"We can join the battle at any time. This will be a glorious battle, and my name will surely be recorded in history." The Lord of Glory said with some emotion.

"Many of your experiences have been recorded. No one will forget them," Perturabo said soothingly. The vast Imperial fleet was deployed, awaiting the arrival of the enemy. And in the higher dimensions, the Traveler and Tzeentch had also arrived.

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"How dare you appear before me?" Tzeentch sneered.

"What can you do? It's been tens of thousands of years, and I'm still fine. I always look at the results. I became a god, elevated from a mortal to a god. Doesn't this reflect your incompetence?" The traveler laughed. You can lose a war, but you can't lose in words.

"You think you have insight into the future and destiny and can control all changes in your hands. So who do you think will win in a battle between you and me?" the traveler asked.

"It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, because in this battle, you basically can't keep what you want. It's enough as long as we achieve our goal." Jianqi said meaningfully.

"Whether you can achieve your goal does not depend on how well you do, but on what I think." The traveler sighed and glanced at a guy who was ready to strike deep in the subspace.

"Your goal is to divert hatred, but I tend to hold grudges." The traveler said to Tzeentch with a smile.

"It's okay. When you hate Nurgle, my pressure will be reduced."

"I have never had any illusions about the evil god, Tzeentch." The traveler said seriously.

Meanwhile, Nurgle's clone had already arrived somewhere on the battlefield. He appeared alone, in the form of an old man in a corner of the real universe, wielding a wooden scythe covered in maggots and twisted cysts. He wore a khaki tunic, a long hood obscuring his features. An aura of deathly stillness emanated from him. He glanced at the Traveler and Tzeentch, but had no intention of engaging in the conflict. He knew the Eldar gods were undoubtedly present. With the Eldar Death God present, he could not effectively harm the Traveler. His sole purpose in coming here today was to take the Lord of Radiance.

He had sensed the opponent's lifeline, and this perception would help him hunt down his opponent. No device or method, whether in reality or in the Warp, could prevent him from reaching his target. Now, all he needed to do was bide his time. As for the Traveler's revenge, Nurgle was still very concerned, so once he decided to strike, he had to be decisive.

"The mortal war is about to begin." Nurgle looked towards the battlefield. The massive rebel fleet had already begun to leap from the Warp into the battlefield. With the blessing of the evil god and the opening of the veil between the two realms, the first wave of rebel fleets chose to leap directly into the battlefield! Angron and his World Eaters were the first to burst from the Warp, crashing into the Blood Angels fleet like a tidal wave.

The World Eaters' actions perfectly match their name. With the Butcher's Nail etched upon their heads, these battle-crazed warriors eagerly tear their opponents apart in close combat, smearing themselves with blood. Their warships are swift, adept at close-quarters combat, and heavily armed with boarding torpedoes. And at the head of this fleet is the Conqueror, the massive Glorious Queen-class battleship!

"Sanguinius, face me! Fight me!" Angron roared across the wide-area communication band. The massive World Eaters fleet formed a triangular formation, expert at charging, and charged directly towards the well-organized Blood Angels fleet. The latter, in turn, used intense long-range firepower to sniper the World Eaters fleet, which had sensed the scent of blood. The God of War observed the battlefield and took action. A layer of blood-red energy enveloped Angron's fleet, further increasing its speed while also reducing some of the damage from long-range fire. He watched the battlefield, awaiting the start of a bloody feast.

The Blood Angels' Blood Tear appeared in Angron's sight. Over thirty warships surrounded the Blood Angels' flagship. "I sense the presence of my brother," Angron licked his lips. Like a beast awaiting its prey, he gripped his battle axe. Beside him, Kabanha eagerly awaited the moment to join the fray. The red cloth used to lure the bull was revealed, and the bull charged without hesitation. Amidst a barrage of lances and cannon fire, Angron's fleet charged directly towards the Blood Tear. As the two sides drew closer, Khorne grew more excited. Though His avatar was absent, His roar stirred the already boiling blood of His followers.

However, their maximal fighting spirit was disrupted by someone hidden in the Webway. A spatial rift suddenly appeared near the World Eaters' fleet, and the Lord of Radiance took action. He threw a counter-psychic device, instantly reinforcing the barrier between the real universe and the Warp, severing much of the connection between the two realms. Demons unable to draw sufficient power from the Warp were also weakened, and so was the Blood God's Blessing. While divine power was formidable, it still needed to pass through both realms to reach its target. This, in turn, instantly slowed the World Eaters' fleet, which had been charging forward at breakneck speed.

"I hope Astor won't disappoint me," Sanguinius said, gazing at the distant World Eaters fleet. The Lord of Radiance delivered the first blow. The Blood Angels delivered the second. A swift fleet, equipped with stealth capabilities, swiftly entered the flanking and rearward positions. They easily overtook Angron's fleet, catching them completely off guard. They unleashed thousands of homing torpedoes, specifically designed to attack engines and power systems, accurately targeting the fleet in the rear. A series of violent explosions followed, and a dozen warships were quickly reduced to cosmic wreckage. Many more battleships struggled to maneuver, attempting to counterattack. Up ahead, Angron, blinded by bloodlust, continued to charge forward with the majority of his fleet.

"They are beasts, not warriors. They have no tactics, no brains, only a bloodlust." Eli Janus, the Blood Angels Archon in charge of the Legion's left wing, watched the enemy fleet gradually fall into disarray and ordered an attack. They launched a flank assault. The sharp and fierce attack forced the World Eaters to allocate some warships to resist attacks from other directions. Step by step, the Blood Angels tore through their enemy, isolating them, and then killing them piece by piece.

"Sanguinius! Face me!" Angron showed no concern for his besieged allies, or rather, he had treated his offspring like slaves, while his eyes only focused on his brothers. He made a threatening gesture towards Ka'banha, who stood beside him, implying that Sanguinius was his and no one else was allowed to interfere. This action infuriated Ka'banha, who tried to "educate" the newcomer with his axe, but Khorne silenced him and, with that, blessed him once again before returning to the stands.

He had no interest in attacking the Lord of Radiance, as this was not the battlefield He desired. And the Lord of Radiance was not His chosen target. However, He still had some interest in the Primarch He had chosen.

With Khorne's last blessing, Angron's flagship, the Conqueror, finally approached Sanguinius's Blood and Tears. With its huge bow aimed at the magnificent Blood and Tears, the Conqueror began to use fierce artillery fire to try to overload the Blood and Tears' void shield. At the same time, groups of Blood Butchers began to rush towards the distant warships through boarding torpedoes or other equipment, and Sanguinius's descendants were also ready to fight back.

"Lord Vayne, it is an honor to fight alongside you," Sanguinius said sincerely, looking at the Emperor's attendant beside him. The latter had been at Sanguinius's side since the Blood Angels launched the siege of the Word Bearers. Unlike Professor Ahriman's almost mystical psychic abilities, and unlike Guilliman's attendant who was adept at handling various matters, if one had to describe Vayne in one sentence, this man, who looked to be around fifty, was a swordmaster, a true swordmaster! One whose swordsmanship and close combat skills earned the praise of the Archangels.

"My mission is to deal with Khorne, those lunatics who like to hack and kill. I use my skills and will to deal with the demons. Sometimes, close combat with blood is more effective than psychic power and guns." Wayne said with a smile as he picked up the sword in his hand.

"Very good, I will go deal with my brother, and the other big guy will be left to you." Sanguinius said.

"No problem." Wayne nodded.

"Radlon, there are some annoying guys, it's up to you to deal with them." Sanguinius said to his favorite offspring.

"You can rest assured that no one will interfere with your battle until I fall." Radolon bowed.

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"Angron, look at yourself now. Killing and blood are all over your body. The smell of decay and sin is sickening. You have been blinded by killing and revenge and chose to fight against your father." After seeing Angron, Sanguinius showed deep disgust on his face.

"My father was a brave fighter, but he died at the hands of a slave owner! From then on, I no longer had a father, and the Emperor was nothing more than a tyrant who used and controlled me!" Angron said gritting his teeth.

"Our father slew those slavers, saving you and that world. Yet you have plunged that world back into blood and darkness. You were unable to kill those stinking creatures, and not only do you hate those who saved you, but you inflict the same atrocities upon innocents! You are a coward and a slave. Perturabo is right. You are a coward and a slave, from the beginning, and always have been. Before, you were a slave to those slavers, and now, you are a slave to some evil god of the Warp! You have never changed," Sanguinius roared angrily. Angron's axe and curses responded to the archangel's attack.

On the other side, the Emperor's servant Wayne also fought with Kabanha. In the Blood and Tears, two killing storms roared past. Both the legion soldiers and the demons carefully avoided the battle between the four superhuman beings.

Angron roared and brandished the two battle axes in his hands. The attack fell in front of the angel like a storm. The archangel bravely faced the brutal attack. His anger and strength were above Angron. While Angron was still angry about what he had suffered, the angel saw the empire that had become devastated by the great rebellion and the battlefield where blood was flowing.

"We have accomplished great things! We have led mankind to prosperity, so why do you betray us? Why do you kill people?!" Sanguinius flapped his wings and crashed into Angron like a golden-red meteor. The spear in his hand easily blocked the battle axe in Angron's left hand. At the same time, his sword pierced Angron's throat like lightning. When the cold blade was about to cut Angron's neck, Angron's gladiator perception helped him dodge the blow!

"There is nothing in this world worth staying in, so, destroy it!" After blocking the opponent's attack, the axe in Angron's right hand chopped at the angel's wings. However, the angel's agility and flexibility exceeded Angron's imagination. The latter's body turned into an afterimage and easily avoided the opponent's attack. The spear in his hand pulled out and swept Angron horizontally. The shattered armor turned into fragments all over the sky, and at the same time left a deep wound on Angron's stomach.

"It is you who deserve destruction, my brother!" The Archangel charged forward, striking repeatedly with his weapon. In a short time, Angron suffered several wounds. He roared and tried to fight back, but under the Archangel's relentless assault, his every move seemed laughable. At this moment, Khorne's daemons and the Terminators of the World Eaters surged forward, attempting to save their Primarch.

Yet, the Archangel's fury could not be stopped by a group of beasts intent on slaughter. Each swing of his spear could reduce several World Eaters to a cloud of blood. With a single thrust of his blade, a mighty Herald of Khorne and the Iron Bull he sat on were pierced. Enraged, the Archangel unleashed his fury, a rain of blood unable to stain his holy wings. Angron, blinded by the bloodbath, took a breath before charging the Archangel once more. However, he was met with another brutal beating!

"Sanguinius, please show some mercy." In a higher dimension, the Emperor watched the battlefield while staring at Khorne across from him. Khorne frowned, seemingly very dissatisfied with his subordinate's performance.

On the other side, when Wayne was knocked away by Kabanha's axe, the latter suddenly felt a teeth-grinding sound coming from above his head. Wayne was still inferior to Khorne's top demon in terms of hand-to-hand combat, but the other party had psychic power. Under the traction of the huge psychic power, the already devastated ceiling broke, and hundreds of tons of steel fell down and temporarily suppressed the Khorne demon.

"Kill him!" Wayne waved his hand, and the knights and giant mechas behind him stepped forward quickly, attacking Kabanha's exposed body with giant chainsaw swords, fists and lightning claws. The angry Kabanha rushed out of the steel cage, killed a mecha with his battle axe, and knocked another one away with his wings. He roared and rushed towards the little man who used psychic power. However, a Titan rushed out from a corner, and at a close distance, the power fists of this predator Titan were heavily imprinted on the opponent's face. Even if he was one of the top demons in Khorne's hands, a punch from the God's Machine was enough to make him remember it for a lifetime!

"You have tarnished the honor of battle!" Kabanha roared, struggling. But before he could finish his words, he was met with a chainsaw sword from his other hand. Already wounded in the previous battle, Kabanha was unable to dodge, leaving a massive wound extending from his shoulder to his abdomen. Then, another Titan's twin turbolasers blasted its wings to shreds.

Ultimately, surrounded and attacked by Vane and the Titans, Kabanha was banished wailing back into the Warp. While the two leaders fought fiercely, their descendants also engaged in a fight. However, compared to the fierce, physical combat of the leaders, the clash of the descendants was more like a war.

Angron had invested heavily in this assault, and the Ashhunters Titan Legion, who had been fighting alongside the World Eaters, also joined in the boarding operation. As the huge, specially designed boarding bays crashed into the Blood and Tears, these blasphemous creations rushed towards their target like unbridled hounds.

The entire Legion was composed of improved Warhound Titans. These Titans possessed two unique features: additional armor for enhanced defense, and a weapon similar to an electromagnetic harpoon. When launched and impacted with a target, the energy within the Titan's reactor was channeled directly through the wires to the target, paralyzing the opposing Titan. Combat at close range and in confined spaces gave these specialized Titans the ability to defeat heavy Titans.

At this time, the Ash Hounds, surrounded by the World Eaters, had already discovered their target. On the spacious apron of the Blood and Tears, several Predator Titans had appeared on the other side.

"Excellent! At such close range, the enemy Titans can't unleash their firepower. Our Bear Claws can easily grab their foes and disable them!" the captain of the Cerberus Warhound Titan exclaimed excitedly. It must be said that the Ash Hunters' Bear Claws are indeed unique: their electromagnetic harpoons, once fired, are not very fast, so they don't trigger the Titan's void shield. (The void shield allows relatively slow objects to pass through harmlessly; otherwise, there wouldn't be any chance of "boarding" a Titan.)

The Ashhunters' idea was simple: using harpoons, several Warhounds would attack one large opponent, either rapidly overloading the opponent with transmitted energy or simply using brute force to defeat them. This tactic had worked well before, and this time, the Ashhunters believed it would also be effective against their former companions!

"Damn it! It's Deflection!" Harpoons launched in rapid succession, blasting towards the distant Reaver Titan. However, to their surprise, the heavy harpoons were deflected by a tremendous force just before impact. Facing the Ash Hunters' renowned abilities, the Vulcan 1 Titan Legion was well prepared. In addition to their standard defensive void shields, they also added Deflection to counter possible enemy boarding attempts and electromagnetic harpoons. If they fired at you, they'd either deflect you or roast you. And they'd actually let you get close enough to have your legs severed with a melta bomb? What the hell?

The Ash Hounds were then met by the Reaver Titan's triple turbolaser. Beams thousands of times brighter than the sun swept across, reducing heavy tanks and legionnaires to ash in the blazing fire. Meanwhile, Radon led his troops into the enemy ranks. The specialized Blood Angels Iron Wolf battle mech boasted greater speed and agility, while also enhancing its close combat capabilities.

As for why Radolon doesn’t have a giant mecha of his own, the reason is very simple: he failed the certification exam...