Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"My lord, Magnus has sent a message that the Space Wolves' fleet is about to arrive." At this moment, the communication from Erebus became the last straw that broke the camel's back in Lorgar's heart.

"Let's go!" Luo Jia was decisive, but at this moment, a voice that made Luo Jia feel bitingly cold sounded in his ears.

"Lorgar, I've never wanted to destroy something so badly as I do now..." Perturabo seemed to return to reality, his body enveloped in a pitch-black, supernatural darkness. He then raised his hammer.

"Hurry up!" The demon beside Lorgar suddenly grabbed Lorgar, and at this time, the blessing of Slaanesh also came like a shadow, and a ball of purple mist quickly covered Lorgar's body.

However, Perturabo was quicker. Watching Lorgar flee, Perturabo moved, yet seemed to remain motionless. At that moment, space seemed to fold, and he took a step, standing directly in front of Lorgar. Lorgar had clearly sensed his approach, had seen Perturabo raise his hammer, but at that moment, Lorgar was unable to react.

The massive hammer crashed down hard on Lorgar's body, shredding his thick Power Armor, etched with Chaos runes, like a sheet of paper. It landed on Lorgar's chest, a blow that left him feeling as if he had lost control of his body. Blood, flesh, and fragments of Power Armor flew everywhere. Just as Perturabo's hammer tried to penetrate further, Slaanesh's power enveloped Lorgar, blocking Perturabo's hammer.

"I know your scent, Lorgar! I will kill you, sooner or later! You coward, traitor, and filthy creature! I will hunt you until your death or the end of time! Lorgar!" Perturabo roared. Lorgar could no longer hear anything, having fainted. Just as Perturabo struck his vengeful blow, the daemons of Nurgle fled. As for those who remained, their fate was sealed!

"Control your anger, my child. The essence of the Lord of Radiance has been preserved and reincarnated. He has disappeared as an AI, but in the future, your friend will meet you again as a human. Today is just a brief farewell." A voice suddenly came to Perturabo's ears.

Although Perturabo had awakened to the essence of the Warp and had made further progress with the gift of the Lord of Radiance, something was wrong with him. A Primarch dominated by tyranny and anger did not meet the needs of humanity or himself. Perturabo advocated creation and construction. If he became a killing machine, it would be a very bad thing.

"Perturabo, today's events are merely a minor setback for us. Survival in this dark galaxy is already difficult. But no matter what, we must always hold onto hope. It is humanity's destiny to become the master of the galaxy. We must make this destiny a reality, and at the same time, create a more brilliant human civilization." The Traveler also spoke. Killing many enemies now was unimportant; what mattered was finally getting Perturabo to control himself.

"You are quite right," Perturabo nodded. "In the future, perhaps my friends and I, along with our brothers, will build miracles of civilization. But before that, I must cleanse the entire galaxy! Those filthy creatures have no place in the future empire. Their fundamental destruction is their fate."

“......” The emperor felt that what he said seemed useful, but not so useful.

"Take your time." The traveler was quite open-minded.

"Destroy all enemies. No prisoners, no mercy, my children," Perturabo commanded. With a flick of his hand, the void shields of a distant Rebel Warhound Titan were instantly overloaded, and a powerful energy blast descended upon the multi-hundred-ton war engine. The violent impact severed its target. The explosion of its core reactor wiped out all nearby Rebels and demons. At this moment, Perturabo felt incredibly powerful. This power was more than just brute force, capable of dismantling a Titan with bare hands. It was a heightened force of will and spirit. He could pierce most of the battlefield without any technical equipment and communicate with each of his descendants.

At this moment, Perturabo felt a difference in himself. He had more energy to do things he hadn't dared before. Beyond this increased efficiency of thought and logic, within his consciousness, he could sense the thoughts and feelings of those around him. He could sense the strengths and weaknesses of their souls, their every emotion. The Legionnaires' tenacious and resolute fighting, the sacrifices of the mortals, and the Legion's unwavering spirit in the face of adversity—this immense spiritual power was felt by Perturabo, a power completely different from that of machinery.

Perturabo looked at the wreckage of the battlefield. He felt the fervor of the machine spirits inside these damaged war machines, eager to fight. He reached out his hand to a severely damaged knight mecha, and a special power saved the dying machine spirit. Then the broken metal on the ground melted and flowed towards the knight like water, repairing the previous scars.

"If you want to continue fighting, you need to be smarter." Perturabo was rebuilding the machine spirit. After absorbing the knowledge of the Lord of Radiance, he could already create his own AI. Although this process was very laborious.

"Okay, the experiment ends here. There are more important things to do." After transforming a damaged knight into an "autonomous fighting machine", Perturabo shook his head. He gave up this "inefficient" attempt. He would now immediately command the legion and fleet to destroy the opponent!

At this moment, he no longer fought alone. The Radiant Lord's legacy of extinction was more than enough to destroy the remaining enemy. Perturabo, acting as a general, harnessed his superhuman perception and information processing abilities to direct his troops. With Lorgar's withdrawal, the rebel offensive had effectively failed. He was knocked unconscious, leaving the entire Word Bearers Legion leaderless. With Horus deliberately conserving his own Legion's strength, the rebels had already begun to withdraw from the battlefield.

However, the Imperial Legion naturally seized the opportunity to strike hard. The Iron Hands attacked the retreating Word Bearers from the flank, trapping at least 2 Word Bearers troops in Ferrus's fleet. Elsewhere, Dark Magnus, facing Space Wolves that outnumbered him by several orders of magnitude, was forced to retreat after a series of delays. In the brief engagement, the Dark Ponies lost over 4000 men, a devastating blow to the already extremely thinly-supplied Dark Ponies.

The Sons of Horus also lost a reinforced battalion of 5000 men during their final evacuation. The Blood Angels' swift and precise assault successfully blocked their retreat and inflicted heavy losses on them.

On the higher planes, the gods finally evacuated the area. The dust settled, and both the Chaos Gods and the Gods of Order had to consider new battlefields and strategies. Although the warriors suffered horrifically, the battle must continue!

Chapter 392 Post-war Inventory

"After this battle, the rebels will probably never be able to enter the Solar System again. Although the battle was difficult, it seems to be easier than I imagined. The Chaos God is no more than this." The Emperor was in a very good mood at this moment. Although this battle had cost human civilization a huge price, and the Lord of Radiance was forced to reincarnate, all the losses were not irreparable.

The rebels suffered heavy losses. Angron's legions were severely damaged by the Blood Angels. Mortarion's Death Guard suffered even more devastating losses, with even their flagship being taken by the Radiant Lord in a single blow. Finally, the Radiant Lord's decisive blow inflicted nearly irreparable damage on the Death Guard.

In the middle lane, the Sons of Horus and Word Bearers suffered similar losses. After all, at the beginning, the Avatar of Nurgle directly attacked and opened the gap. The addition of the Plague Void Whale also made the initial breakthrough in the middle lane relatively smooth. The Iron Warriors were truly unlucky, directly encountering a force of a higher dimension. However, they were ultimately bitten back during the retreat. As for the Dark Pony? He was just a supporting role.

Chaos also suffered heavy losses in the High Dimension. The Avatar of Tzeentch was wounded by the Traveler and the Eldar in this engagement. After three consecutive battles, the Avatar of Tzeentch was already severely weakened. After this battle, Tzeentch likely no longer had the ability to launch a major attack against the Imperium of Man. This was partly due to the massive losses, but also partly because Tzeentch unexpectedly gained access to a portion of Mortarion's lifeline! This unexpected surprise was likely to capture Tzeentch's attention. After all, what could be more exciting than confronting Nurgle?

The overall situation is that Slaanesh is out, and Tzeentch is practically out as well. Nurgle's strength remains intact, while Khorne's actions are about to begin. If nothing unexpected happens, Khorne will confront the Emperor in the Ultramar Sector. The Emperor is quite willing to take action against Guilliman. The Traveler, on the other hand, needs a break. Unless the situation gets out of control, the Traveler Avatar will not intervene on a large scale. After all, the Traveler has also suffered heavy losses.

"The situation is now clear. After this great battle, the Death Guard will be in a long period of weakness. Dark Magnus and his legions were originally limited in number, and with Tzeentch's gradual withdrawal, their threat will also decrease. Angron and Lorgar's two legions will go to Ultramar. Horus' legion will probably also rest. In addition, Slaanesh and Fulgrim may have some ideas about Curze and the Night Lords. Although I have asked Corax to support Curze, if possible, I hope you can also take care of it." said the Emperor.

"Well, I'll keep an eye on it," the traveler said after a moment's thought. "However, I have a feeling that if it's about dealing with Slaanesh, the Eldar should be very interested."

"Doesn't Slaanesh restrain the Eldar?" the Emperor asked curiously.

"Because Slaanesh restrains the Eldar, the Eldar won't fight Slaanesh? How does that make sense?" The Traveler smiled and said, "We can't avoid difficulties; we must face them head-on. Perhaps after the Great Fall, the Eldar chose to escape for a long time, or perhaps they preferred to use tactics to achieve their goals. But after the appearance of the Ineed, they will eventually realize that tactics can't solve all problems. The best way to face the fear in our hearts is to defeat it, not to avoid it."

"Well, perhaps it was your perseverance and courage that ultimately led to your godhood," the Emperor said with some emotion. "If my descendants wish to advance further, they too must face various difficulties. Overcoming difficulties is the ladder of growth."

"I'm glad you understand. This is especially true for the lesser-known scions, like Curze and Corax," the Traveler said. Honestly, these two Primarchs were indeed inferior to the others. Curze aside, Corax's abilities were limited. After all, the Raven Guard's combat effectiveness was mediocre, even relatively poor. Corax was also completely outmaneuvered by Alpharius in strategy, and the Super Raven Guard project ran into problems. He was also somewhat psychologically fragile, as he was the only loyal Primarch to have voluntarily left the Legion. While Russ had also left, he also had a purpose. It was completely different from Corax's somewhat self-destructive behavior.

"You make sense," the Emperor nodded. "After this battle, the Iron Warriors, Iron Hands, and Blood Angels Legions suffered heavy losses, so they will need a long period of rest and recuperation. The front lines should be quiet for now. Jonson and Vulkan are still fighting the demigod Vashtor, and the Dark Angels and Salamanders have suffered heavy losses. Are you interested in dealing with Him?"

"Let's wait a little longer. What we need to do now is to stabilize our position and then gradually expand our advantage. Vashtor is just a trouble, we can deal with him later." The traveler said after thinking for a while.

"You've been extremely cautious this time. Is it because of the Lord of Radiance?" the Emperor asked, somewhat curiously. Truthfully, the Traveler had never concealed his interest in the Darkforged Demigod, both for his knowledge and his godhood. The galaxy was so dark that even demigods, or even gods, still had to fight for survival and advancement. The Traveler lived up to his principles: never stopping, always advancing. Therefore, he was deeply interested in destroying Vashtor and was constantly prepared. The Traveler had even told the Emperor more than once that he wanted to seize this opportunity to eliminate Vashtor.

"All in all, this battle leaves me with mixed feelings," the Traveler sighed. "Honestly, I didn't expect the Lord of Radiance to possess so many tricks. Even facing the incarnation of Nurgle, he still managed to inflict heavy damage on the Death Guard. If he's capable of this, then Vashtor, who has lived for tens of millions of years, must be even more so. Who knows what consequences his final, desperate blow will have."

"And now I am no longer alone. When I was on the road to becoming a god, I was actually very lonely most of the time. Because of the evil god, I tried my best to avoid involving irrelevant people. But now it's different. I have become a god, a god in the name of mankind. I always have to consider civilization and the price I paid. Nurgle's care for his offspring and subordinates allowed the Lord of Radiance to escape, but His behavior itself was not wrong. We should consider more when doing things." The traveler said very solemnly.

Travelers are not afraid of sacrifice, and are even willing to risk their lives when necessary, even offering themselves as bait. It can be said that travelers are often described as indifferent to life and death, not only their own, but also the lives of others. Travelers show kindness to those they admire and offer assistance whenever possible. However, towards those they do not care about, travelers are actually quite indifferent.

Often, if the Traveler were to do something, He would be even more decisive than the Emperor. For example, if the Emperor weren't Curze's father, it wouldn't be a simple matter of "teasing" Curze and simply crushing a few bugs. After all, the Night Lords were already bad enough, and without the backing of the Unholy God, the Traveler wouldn't feel any pressure to kill them.

In reality, the Traveler and the Emperor were very similar in some ways: both were absolutely powerful! Neither the Traveler nor the Emperor minded using violence to resolve certain issues. In fact, the Traveler's own power might even make it easier for Him to do certain things.

But now, after becoming a god, the Traveler realizes that while strength is essential for a deity, it takes more than just strength to accomplish things; consideration is crucial. In fact, if we simply ask which evil god treats his subordinates best, it's Nurgle. Perhaps some might consider Nurgle's actions somewhat "weak." However, intelligent beings are, after all, social beings, and various relationships bind previously loose individuals together. Kindness and care are essential. Even gods, transcendent beings to a certain degree, must consider these issues.

So, after considering these issues, some things became more complicated. Even with the incarnation of Nurgle, the Radiant Lord still inflicted massive casualties on the Death Guard in a desperate fight. So, with the Traveler's level, even the most optimistic estimate suggests that while he and the evil god could play chess together, they could only defeat Slaanesh. It's not that Slaanesh lacks strength, but that Slaanesh lacks intelligence. And Vashtor's strength far surpasses that of the Radiant Lord.

If Wa Banxian is pushed too far, the Dark Angels and the Salamanders will likely pay a terrible price. This could even impact other areas. So, some things can't be rushed right now. Travelers can't just assume they're strong enough and the enemy poses no threat, and then just attack. It seems better to hold out during this period of low human fortune, then slowly develop for a while, and then act when it improves.

"Haha, that's right, you are more humane now." The emperor said with satisfaction.

"You don't need to judge whether I have humanity or not, do you?" The traveler said, glancing at the emperor.

"In fact, I feel that you are very similar to Zhuangsen. You are absolutely ruthless in the face of enemies, but you may still be full of superiority in front of friends. But you always leave enough face. Like Zhuangsen, you are tenacious and resourceful enough to deal with various situations. And you will never avoid difficulties and sacrifices." The emperor said meaningfully.

The Traveler is proud, yet pragmatic. This applies to his interactions with the Primarch as well. He and Rus became friends because the Traveler hadn't awakened when he met Rus, so they became friends... Rus was lucky. Otherwise, if the Traveler had landed somewhere else instead of Fenris, and if something like the Burning of Prospero had occurred in the background, the first thing the Traveler would have done upon encountering Rus would have been to pin him to the ground, and then take command. Then, he would have personally dealt with Magnus and the Thousand Sons.

The Traveler admired Guilliman because he was truly a truly excellent and benevolent ruler. Capable, resourceful, and compassionate, he was a highly qualified candidate for a chancellor capable of governing human civilization. While admiring him, the Traveler also harbored a deep distrust of Guilliman's military prowess and psychic abilities, even a touch of contempt... Therefore, given the opportunity, the Traveler didn't mind "educating" him, and their first encounter with the Randan alien served this very purpose.

The Traveler also admires Jonson, and could even argue that he's the perfect choice for Warmaster. Despite his occasional stubbornness, Jonson is actually quite capable. Furthermore, both the Traveler and Jonson are absolutely ruthless and merciless in battle, even resorting to extremes. Therefore, the Traveler agrees with the Emperor's assessment of him in the first half, but disagrees with the second half.

"Emperor, the biggest difference between me and Zhuangsen is that when faced with extreme difficulties, I rely on myself to solve the problem. And Zhuangsen relies on his legion to solve the problem." said the traveler.

"Well, you are right." The emperor made a helpless expression.

"My emphasis is on the second half of the sentence. Many times, the officers and soldiers of the Dark Angels Legion are not as cold-blooded and tireless as Jonson. They are human and will also feel tired, fearful, and resentful. But the Lion King often ignores this point. This will cause instability in his legion. So you must pay attention to this problem and be prepared." said the traveler.

In the background, after the Heresy, the Lion King, weary and exhausted, returned to his homeworld only to be betrayed. Luther had been bewitched by Tzeentch, and many Dark Angels Legions resented the Lion King's reckless mobilization of Caliban's human and material resources. Furthermore, the Emperor's arrival had fundamentally altered the planet's social structure, and many resented change. Of course, even within their homeworld, many Dark Angels remained unaware of this. Many of the so-called Fallen Angels bore witness to their own wrongs.

In this dimension, although Jonson's approach to his homeworld has greatly improved, and the First Legion's losses are far less than in the background due to enhanced equipment and expanded legion size, now, when facing a Dark Forged Demigod, honestly, without exaggeration or understatement, the fundamental reasons why the Dark Angels Legion has been able to hold out until now are twofold: first, the half-immortal Wa didn't fight with all his might. Second, Jonson has a good father...

Even so, the passive and reckless Va Banxian still exacted a heavy toll on the Dark Angels. If Tzeentch or another unholy deity were to stir up trouble, a massive internal conflict within the Legion would be possible. This kind of conspiracy doesn't require much strength; it's more about seduction, calculation, and conspiracy. So the Traveler requested that the Emperor watch over the Lion King when he's free. As for the Traveler? That's a simple matter. Naturally, he'd find a way to target Va Banxian. Perhaps he couldn't kill him, but he could still gain some advantage.

"I will pay attention." The emperor nodded.

Chapter 393 Luo Jia: I paid for it, and you tell me it's not for sale? (5K)

"What should we do? The war situation is worse than we imagined. The Dark Gods are not as powerful as they claim. And the brothers who stand on the side of the Emperor are more powerful than we imagined." The Dark Warmaster Horus sat on his throne, seemingly asking his heirs beside him, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Father, no matter what choice you make, we will follow you unwaveringly," said Makhnos, a new member of the Council of Four Kings. "As for the current situation, I believe we should not continue the frontal attack until Lord Fulgrim and his Third Legion return."

"Continue," Horus said, looking at his newly promoted scion. He knew Makhnos well. He was a brave and cunning warrior, willing to use the most despicable and brutal tactics to achieve victory. When Horus was still the Emperor's glorious scion, he wasn't particularly pleased with Makhnos, viewing him as a skilled warrior rather than his right-hand man. But now, with Horus's devotion to the dark side, Makhnos's previous weaknesses had become advantages. For his Chaos allies, strength, cruelty, and unscrupulousness were actually a greater deterrent.

"Master Mortarion's legion has been severely damaged, and Typhon's fleet, while relatively intact, has refused to obey the Lord of Death's orders. Clearly, the Death Guard is in danger of splintering. For a long time, it will be impossible for it to play any role.

"Lord Angron's legion was also severely damaged. Although his legion is in much better condition than the Death Guard, he himself was seriously injured by the Archangel." Mahnos continued.

"It's a pity for Angron. The Blood God provided him with a lot of help. He should have had a chance." Horus suddenly spoke. Then he looked at Makhnos. "So what do you think?"

"Father... Although Lord Angron is indeed brave, he is still far inferior to the archangel, even with the help of the Blood God." After hesitating for a long time, Mahnos finally expressed his true thoughts.

"Very good, you speak the truth. Then continue." A smile crossed Horus's face. He knew that the Lord of Red Sand was far inferior to Sanguinius. He had simply wanted to see if this newly appointed member of the Council of Four Kings could tell him the truth.

"As for Lord Magnus, he clearly has his own ideas and isn't particularly enthusiastic about the war. Then there's Lord Lorgar and his Word Bearers. Although he considers himself the messenger of the Chaos Gods, compared to the other Legions and Primarchs, Lord Lorgar is the most reliable." At this point, Mahnos sighed. Honestly, he hadn't expected this team to be so difficult to lead.

"Lorgar? He has his own plans. And they are indeed of great use." Horus nodded slightly and said. Honestly, if it comes to loyalty to him, Mortarion is definitely more reliable than Lorgar. Horus knows very well that Lorgar cares about the will of the gods, not Horus's orders. But the key is, Mortarion and his Legion are so much inferior to Lorgar. Even before the outbreak of this battle, Lorgar's Legion had more than twice the number of troops as the Death Guard. In terms of sheer numbers, they are definitely the best among the rebels! So, based on the principle of pragmatism, Horus can only tolerate many things.

In this situation, Horus needed Fulgrim's help more than ever. After all, Fulgrim's legion was considerable. Furthermore, Fulgrim was a very skilled tactician. Mahnos's assertion that the rebels were unsuitable for a frontal assault before Fulgrim's return was correct, and indeed, that was his point.

"But we cannot afford to delay. Angron and Lorgar are preparing to launch an expedition to Ultramar to prevent the Ultramarines from entering the main battlefield. Although we cannot launch a new large-scale offensive, we still have to take active action." Horus said, looking at little Horus.

"You take a troop and go find Fulgrim, and then cooperate with Fulgrim to launch an operation against the Night Lords Legion. If Curze refuses to join us, then destroy him. After completing the mission, quickly bring Fulgrim back." Horus said.

"Father, I can cooperate with Lord Fulgrim to defeat the enemy, but if Lord Fulgrim refuses to return..."

"You just need to follow him. When the time comes, others will help Fulgrim choose to come back." Horus said.

"As you command." Little Horus saluted.

"Alright, let me be quiet for a moment." After all the scions had left, Horus fell into deep thought. He had realized the danger of failure. Perhaps soon, once the other legions arrived, he would be lucky enough to escape. Now he could only temporarily hope that Lorgar and Angron's actions could severely damage the Ultramarines, and that Fulgrim could recapture the Night Lords. That way, he still had hope of fighting the Emperor. If he failed, Horus would have to consider the worst possible outcome.

"Lorgar is definitely not as respectful to the evil god as he appears. He is also a power creature. His piety and faith are just a means to gain power. He has his own ideas. He wants to become a god! And at the moment, if he can become a god, at least he can jump out of this chessboard. Maybe, Lorgar and I can cooperate." Horus said in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a slight throbbing in his heart, a force that seemed to want to erase his thoughts. Horus tried his best to resist, but soon a severe headache made him forget what he had just thought.

"Let's think about how to defeat the Emperor." A moment later, when Horus' eyes became clear again, he muttered to himself, as if he was talking to himself, or responding to some existence?

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"Feeling better?" Ku'gath asked when he saw Lorgar again.

"Much better. The power of the Chaos Gods helped me remove the Iron Lord's power. Blessed by the gods, I am even stronger than before," Lorgar said. This time, Lorgar could be said to have found a blessing in disguise. It must be said that the Iron Lord's hammer was truly powerful, even wounding Lorgar's soul. But the evil gods were powerful, and Nurgle was truly generous, granting him a powerful vitality and a resilient body. And Slaanesh gave him a buff, making Lorgar's movements even more agile and deadly.

However, the greatest blessing came from Khorne. He granted Lorgar immense combat power and the ability to bless his subordinates and children, allowing them to fight fearlessly and gain strength from bloodshed and slaughter. Of course, this blessing was limited in number. The moment Lorgar awoke, he even felt he could defeat Angron in hand-to-hand combat! Granting blessings to his subordinates was a power he had longed for, for it gave him the illusion that he, too, was a "god."

"You are about to embark on a new journey. I wish you all the best." said Kugath.

"It should be us. Let's go to Ultramar together and teach one of my brothers a profound lesson," Lorgar said. Although Guilliman didn't completely destroy the city Lorgar built with his lances and macrocannons on this plane, Lorgar still harbored hostility towards him. The fundamental reason was their different philosophies. Lorgar sought to be a ruler who combined theocracy and secular power, and he held Guilliman's actions in deep contempt. He believed Guilliman was too kind and cautious, a flaw unworthy of a powerful being. Of course, Lorgar would never openly admit it; his greatest dissatisfaction with Guilliman was that he had built a prosperous 500 worlds, a feat Lorgar himself could not match.

"No, only you go this time. I won't go," Ku'gath said, shaking his head. "Khorne is about to hold a grand war festival. He doesn't want other evil gods interfering."

"That's such a shame." Lorgar was startled at first, then said with some regret. After all, in his opinion, the cooperation with Ku'gath was quite good. Although the latter was a little timid at times, his strength was still online. "Don't tell me that the Blood God factor is the only reason."

"Well, my friend, I'll tell you the truth, I feel like I've been targeted, not just me, but all the Nurgle demons. We have completed the task given by our father, we have gained enough, so it's time to exit." said Ku'Gath.

"Is it because of the Lord of Radiance that the Traveler is targeting you? This reason seems reasonable." Lorgar pondered for a moment and said meaningfully. He felt that Kugath had given some reasons, but not all of them.

"Lorgar, you're too clever," Ku'gath said. Clearly, he hadn't given all the reasons. The most important reason was that Tzeentch had interfered with the Death Guard, and Mortarion had shown a fondness for him. This was something Nurgle absolutely couldn't tolerate, so Ku'gath had to go back and be prepared to confront someone if necessary.

"Okay, I understand you, my friend. You have your own things to do," Lorgar sighed. "If I had a choice, I'd rather fight alongside you than with a bunch of guys who only know how to hack and slash and bloody sacrifices. After all, oftentimes, we need wisdom over brute force."

"In fact, you can be more inclined to be a kind father. You want to achieve balance among the Chaos Gods. However, this behavior is foolish because the gods are chaotic and jealous." said Ku'gath.

"I have always believed that Chaos is one, and that a balance can be achieved among the four great powers," Lorgar said.

"Haha, okay, that's all I have to say. I hope we can continue to work closely together in the future," said Kugax.

"Perturabo has gained new power. You told me he's embarked on the path of ascension. His strength is even greater than my planned ascension plan. Even if I become a Daemon Prince, I still won't be his opponent. I need a stronger power. So, Ku'gath, can Nurgle grant me a stronger power, enough to defeat Perturabo?"

Lorgar hesitated for a moment, then addressed the topic that concerned him most. How could one ascend, or even become a god? He had a vague feeling that the Primarch's transformation into a demon wasn't necessarily a step up, but rather a kind of degradation. After all, they couldn't produce gene-seed, and the power they gained wasn't particularly formidable. As for immortality? This version no longer had that advantage. Weak attacks couldn't fatally strike a Primarch, while attacks from the gods could completely destroy a demon. This was quite awkward.

"Your ambition is too big. Wouldn't it be good to be a demon prince?" Kugax asked back.

"Of course it's not good. We serve the gods and gain power through our piety and by spreading the names of the gods. This is a deal. We have paid, so we must give back. Moreover, in the galaxy, we need to defeat those who hinder the gods' progress. We need more power." Lorgar said.

"Lorgar, some power and knowledge are not for sale," said Ku'gath.

"Not for sale?!" These words nearly shattered Lorgar's perspective. He had assumed that, even if the Chaos Gods weren't generous, they would at least offer an equal exchange. He'd even betrayed his father and destroyed human civilization for their sake, only to find that the very things he truly desired weren't for sale?! After all this fuss, the limit of what he could achieve was obvious: becoming a Daemon Prince. Meanwhile, his brothers, those who remained by the Emperor's side, had easily found their way to the next level. So, wasn't his betrayal a betrayal of a lonely soul?

"Kugas, are you so willing? Don't you want to become the new demigod?" Lorgar asked.

"No, I won't dream of becoming a demigod. Even all demons, except for a certain bloodthirsty demon bewitched by Tzeentch, don't have this extravagant hope, because our essence is the fragments of the power of the Chaos Gods, and embarking on the road to becoming a god means dividing the authority of the gods, or finding a new authority. The former will never be allowed, and the latter is too difficult. The great Dark Forger, Vashtor is just a demigod, a demigod who has existed for tens of millions of years. Moreover, the road ahead is vast, with no end in sight, no hope, and at the same time, we are feared by the gods." Ku'gath said.

"But some have succeeded, some in just tens of thousands of years!" Lorgar exclaimed. "If he can succeed, why can't we?"

"Why would you do it?" Kugath asked. "There's one thing you can never achieve: truly powerful people never have the concept of piety. They may admire the power of certain beings, but they will never believe in them, even if they are gods! Without this awareness, you can't embark on the path to deification. If you fear the gods, viewing them as unattainable, how can you possibly become a god? A deified person must be strong within. Is your heart strong enough to that degree?"

"I..." Luo Jia was speechless for a moment.

"Accept your fate, Lorgar!" Ku'gath said meaningfully. "Following your father is your path. There are some things I shouldn't tell you, but your father believes you deserve a deeper understanding of your situation."

At that moment, Lorgar vaguely caught sight of a massive figure behind Ku'gath. He realized that Nurgle had told him all this in order to bind the Word Bearers to him. After all, compared to the other three evil gods, Nurgle believed he was being kind to his men. Lorgar had to choose the less-so option from among four terrible ones!

"Okay, I understand." After a long time, Luo Jia finally spoke.

"Okay, think about it carefully." After saying this, Kugath left the room with his swarm of flies.

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"Have you revealed some of your true thoughts to Lorgar?" Slaanesh asked from the depths of the turbulent Warp.

"Yes, I told Lorgar part of the truth." Nurgle nodded.

"You'll make him feel deceived. He might even develop a strong rebellious reaction," Slaanesh said with a smile. "You've shattered his illusions."

"At least I told him the truth, didn't I?" Nurgle glanced at Slaanesh and said, "I had to do this. I sensed Mortarion approaching Tzeentch. The power I have is not enough to deal with Tzeentch. I need additional help."

"So, you are planning to recruit another Primarch?" Slaanesh asked.

"Yes, if I can't get a complete Mortarion, then Lorgar will be a very good substitute. Khorne will not interfere. He has put all his energy into the upcoming battle with the Emperor." said Nurgle.

"Lorgar is more intelligent and more difficult to control," Slaanesh said.

"Haha, but Lorgar's Undivided Chaos prevents him from gaining the true favor of other evil gods. He betrayed the Emperor, and the Traveler wishes to grind Lorgar into ashes. What can a mortal without the protection of a powerful being do?" Nurgle showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. As long as the opportunity was right, he would pin him to the ground and not let Lorgar surrender!