Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"That's true," Slaanesh nodded. "Well, I'm going to go see Fulgrim. He's so fine and exquisite, he's my most beloved familiar."

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"Nurgle, you've also changed without realizing it. An evil god is an evil god. It can't be changed." Deep within the Webway, the Great Harlequin sneered as he watched the ever-changing curves of fate unfold before him. If anyone among the Gods of Order could sense Lorgar's fate at this moment, it would surely be the Great Harlequin. After all, he had stabbed Lorgar once before, and by this time, the Chaos God had already begun his decline. The power rooted deep within Lorgar's soul allowed him to easily sense his fate.

The Harlequin has learned of Nurgle's thoughts and plans. Nurgle, who always maintains a non-competitive attitude, has clearly overstepped his bounds this time, as he subtly wants both! However, how could Nurgle claim both if Khorne couldn't?

Chapter 394 Fugen vs. Coze

"Coz, my brother, I was once your teacher. I taught you, but why do you avoid me now?" Fulgrim's face appeared on the screen, and the two men communicated across thousands of light years. As the battle on the front lines raged, Fulgrim arrived in a remote region of Curze's dark kingdom. His sole purpose was to "persuade" Curze to join his side, the specific means unimportant.

"I am not interested in Horus's rebellion, and I even feel a little disgusted." Curze looked at Fulgrim in front of him gloomily, while Sevatar on the side was vigilant and full of worry, because he knew that when Fulgrim could accurately send information to the flagship of the Night Lords Legion, it meant that Fulgrim had completed the positioning of the Night Lords Legion through some means!

"That's because you don't understand the greatness of the gods. And the blessings they give. They are far stronger than our father, and they are also extremely generous, not only with power, but also with authority and unimaginable comfort. You can try it." Fulgrim's face was a little distorted, and the morbid smile on his face made Coze feel nauseous.

"I'm not interested, and when I saw your current state, I was even more disgusted. Fugen, look at what you look like now. If you were a shining phoenix before, now you are just a ball of mud filled with oil paint. It looks colorful on the surface, but it still can't cover up your essence of being a pool of mud." Koz mocked mercilessly.

"Okay, as a brother, I will tolerate your insults for now. Let's talk about something more important. Curze, you are also not satisfied with our father. You also dislike people like Johnson, Guilliman and Russ. Even if it is just for revenge and to vent your dissatisfaction, you should consider standing on our side. After all, we may have different ideas, but we have a common enemy, and until now, you have not responded to your father's call. Isn't it because you are hesitant and confused?" Fugen's words were like a poisonous snake.

"I simply wish to protect my territory from attacks from others." After a long silence, Curze offered an ambiguous answer. As the saying goes, good things are easy to learn, but bad things are easy to learn. Although the Traveler had already given Curze a "personality reset," and although some of his brothers, including Russ, had indeed taken care of him later, and although Curze considered himself a Primarch and needed to care for the Legion, his methods differed somewhat from those of the orthodox farming school.

Ferrus and Guilliman farmed by conducting their own R&D and production, then engaging in trade. Curze's approach, on the other hand, was more like a protection racket. Seeing some technological heretics or the Gun Cannon Tribe with something valuable, Curze would declare, "I'll protect you," demanding they abide by certain rules set by the Night Lords. Then, they'd supply him. It was that simple and crude, but you'd have to admit, thanks to this method, Curze carved out his own sphere of influence in this region far from the Imperium of Man. And he actually cherished the things he had created.

The Emperor and the Traveler turned a blind eye to all this. After all, Curze was much better now than before; at least he hadn't surrendered to Horus, and Curze wasn't as brutal anymore. The Emperor and the Traveler were very busy, and some things were beyond their control. Perhaps they would deal with this matter in the future, but for now, let Curze be.

"Curze, my father and some of our brothers are only tolerating you temporarily. It's just a stopgap measure. If the Emperor defeats us, they will eventually destroy your Dark Kingdom. There are so many things in it that don't align with their ideals. So, will you protect your subjects, or abandon them?" Fulgrim said with a smile. These words clearly touched Curze, and he fell into deep thought.

"We are different. We fight for the interests of the Legionnaires. Power should belong to the powerful. As long as you are strong enough and willing to offer your loyalty to the gods, then we are friends." Fulgrim continued to add fuel to the fire. However, Fulgrim could not have anticipated that these words would provoke a strong rebellious reaction in Curze. After all, Curze had felt the iron fist of a truly powerful being. Although the Traveler had shown mercy, Curze would never endure that feeling again!

"The strong control everything? Then Fugen, tell me, are you and I considered strong?" Koz asked back.

"Of course we are," Fugen said matter-of-factly.

"No, we are not. Facing the truly powerful, we are only slightly stronger in the eyes of some beings. In their eyes, we are still mortals. These beings may be the evil gods you mentioned, or they may include the Emperor and the Traveler, but they have nothing to do with us. If I had to choose between the two, I would rather choose the Emperor and the Traveler."

"Why? Do you really agree with their ideas?" Fugen jumped up.

"I don't completely agree, but at least I can be sure of one thing: whether it's the Emperor or the Traveler, they both have bottom lines and won't act recklessly. The Emperor is our father, and He believes so. He is tolerant enough towards me, after all, I know that I am a villain. However, He is still willing to tolerate me, and it's not that He is incapable of dealing with me."

"And what about those evil gods? I don't understand them, but from what they do, I can see that they treat us as puppets, just tools. What you enjoy are just some leftovers thrown by the evil gods. So Fugen, get out of my territory! In the future, maybe I will fight with my father, but I will never stand on your side. Never!" said Koz.

"That's such a pity. It seems we need to meet and discuss this issue on the spot." Fugen said with a gloomy face, his tone and expression full of murderous intent!

"Go back, Fugen! I don't want to fight you!" Koz shouted.

"Haha, that's not something you can decide." Fugen said and cut off the communication.

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"My lord, our battle with Fulgrim is inevitable." Sevatar spoke immediately after the communication ended.

"I know," Coze said.

"There may be problems within our ranks, perhaps within the Legion or within our territory. Some individuals have defected to Fulgrim. Otherwise, Fulgrim wouldn't be able to locate us from such a distance. This suggests that Fulgrim, as an invader, has at least gained control of some important communication stations, and we seem unaware of this," Sevatar said grimly. "Under these circumstances, our fight with Fulgrim is highly unlikely."

"Are you doubting my ability?" Koz said with a raised eyebrow.

"My lord, I am just describing a fact. We have a problem internally. Although some people have provided us with weapons and supplies, they are really scum and should be eliminated. They are fence-sitters and have no loyalty at all. And Fulgrim may have even received help from demons." Sevatar said.

While the Night Lords Legion didn't participate in the front lines of the war, that didn't mean the Legion's leadership was completely ignorant of the supposed demons and evil gods. It was precisely because of this knowledge that Curze refused so decisively. However, refusal was easy; the subsequent struggle was more difficult. It was clear that Fulgrim was about to declare war on Curze, even within Curze's territory. Sevatar believed the overall situation remained grim.

"So, you want me to ask the Emperor for help? Who do you expect to help us then? What will some of my more morally upright and law-abiding brothers do when they see my Dark Kingdom?" Curze asked. Although Curze leaned towards the Emperor in his heart, Fulgrim was right. Some of the men in his Dark Empire were destined to be unacceptable to the Imperium. And although Curze had changed a lot, in the eyes of some of his brothers, he was still a bad villain.

"Okay, Sevatar, prepare for battle. This is my territory. I am the king and the ruler here! If anyone wants to seize this place, they can fight with the sharp blade in my hand." Koz said as he returned to his throne.

"I will follow your orders." Sevatar said with a complicated expression. Then, he and Shen went out together. When they were about to leave the Nightfall, Sevatar stopped Shen.

"Tell the Emperor our coordinates." Sevatar said to Shen psychically.

"Are you kidding me? You disobeyed the Primarch's orders!" Shen said in shock.

"I'm just looking for a retreat for the Primarch and the Legion. If we can't defeat Fulgrim, then we can at least let the Primarch and the Legion survive. Believe me, Shen, we are now facing internal and external troubles. We must consider a retreat." Sevatar said.

"You're making it difficult for me, even though I trust you."

"Don't hesitate. Prepare immediately. Believe me, if the Emperor's reinforcements arrive, no matter how bad our situation is, as long as we fight Fulgrim, they will stand on our side. Besides, I don't trust people like the Faceless Prince Thor. These so-called nobles from the mother planet are a group of complete villains! They will betray anyone for power, wealth and strength." Sevatar insisted.

"Okay, I'll do it." Shen finally agreed.

"Don't tell this to anyone, and don't trust certain people easily." Sevatar said finally.

"I know what to do." Shen said with a gloomy face. It was obvious that he also realized the dire situation the Legion was in. At this time, Fulgrim finally decided to take action against the Night Lords Legion.

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"Curze refuses to embrace our Lord." The Slaanesh Daemon Enkari, in human form, approached Fulgrim and whispered in his ear. "So, perfect Phoenix, how do you wish to treat your brother? Kill him to gain his power, or let him realize our Lord's might and offer his loyalty?" Enkari then presented Fulgrim with a black orb, a gift from Slaanesh that could absorb the Primarch's power, aiding his transformation.

"I will gain Curze's power, but I will also let Curze live, a weakling, to watch his Legion succumb to the great Dark Prince. That's it!" Fulgrim declared. Fulgrim had already surrendered to Slaanesh, but Slaanesh was severely wounded by the Traveler, losing even his avatar. This act, however, unexpectedly led to Fulgrim's corruption, though not to a mere indulgence in pleasure and drug use. The Emperor's Children Legion retained some of its combat prowess, a somewhat awkward situation.

"The great Dark Prince will fully support your actions, and the most powerful demon under the prince, Lord Mozai, will also be present." Enkali said.

"Very good, now we need to plan carefully," Fulgrim said with a slight nod. "I have already chosen the battlefield. Curze has built the most important industrial world in his Dark Kingdom here. I will attack here and let my brothers know about this."

"Then Curze will arrive here before us and prepare defenses," said Eidolon.

"That's right, my brother will not give up this industrial world called the Dark Well. The continuous output of this industrial world is the foundation for supporting the legion's operations. It is also an important subspace hub, so he will definitely bring his legion here to defend, and our task is to let them come here." Fugen said with a smile.

"If it is an offensive, it will be very cruel, father. There are many rebellious descendants who are unwilling to follow you, so the size of our legion is very limited." Eidolon said.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. This chaotic forging world is very suitable as a place for a decisive battle. The corruption and darkness in it are pleasing to my Lord. Before Curze comes, my spies and demons can gradually control this industrial world, and our hidden insiders in the Midnight Lords Legion will also give Curze a little surprise." Enkali said with a smile.

"That's right, Koze thinks he has the advantage of terrain and can set a trap here, but in fact, this is our territory, and we will give Koze, who thinks he is the master, a surprise. Eidolon, you and Enkali should go and prepare to meet our friends in the Midnight Lords Legion." Fugen ordered.

"As you command, my lord," Eidolon said, bowing.

"Very good, then execute it immediately. Also, I'm very satisfied with the Legion's biochemical transformation. Tell Fabius Bile to lead the medical team to expedite the process. We need more Noise Warriors and combat potions."

"I'll have Lucius keep an eye on him and make him speed up his progress," Eidolon said. Meanwhile, the pharmacist Bayer, who was imprisoned on a planet undergoing surgery, was thinking about how to escape and give the fallen Legion a "surprise"!

Chapter 395: Fabius Bile's Road to Redemption (5K)

"It's hopeless, truly hopeless." Fabius Bile shook his head helplessly, looking at the dataslate before him. He truly regretted not leaving the Legion during Fulgrim's imprisonment and joining another Legion or working for the Imperial Chamberlain. Now, with Fulgrim back and intensifying his worship of the evil god, Bile, the apothecary, had no chance of escape. Fulgrim needed his skills, more enhanced warriors, and more potions. However, Bile knew that the so-called enhancements and combat potions, especially those with "warp seasoning," were nothing but a delicious poison to the Legion's benefit.

In pursuit of ultimate combat effectiveness, the Emperor's Children resorted to every possible means. Ingenious tactics were only one aspect; they aspired to surpass their peers in every way. Consequently, organ modification and combat potions were incorporated into the Legion. While these were generally unimportant, Space Marines were genetically engineered, and various combat potions were necessary. However, everything had a limit; exceeding it would lead to disaster.

Take, for example, combat potions. Initially, they were simply stimulants, increasing a soldier's reaction speed, pain tolerance, and other effects. However, to achieve greater combat effectiveness, the Emperor's Children Legion developed more potent potions, some with significant side effects. This became even more sinister after the influx of Slaanesh Daemons. Bayer, having studied the combat potions currently in use by the Legion, discovered that using them was undoubtedly akin to doing business with the devil.

The new potion is even more effective, especially for Space Marines converted to Slaanesh, where it offers incredible benefits. Their movements are more swift and deadly, their resilience is greater, and they are more invulnerable to pain. However, the problem is that it's difficult to wean off. Resistance to it builds, requiring a stronger potion to maintain its effects. It can become extremely addictive. Without it, the user will fall into an uncontrollable state of decadence. Furthermore, it causes unimaginable damage to the soldier's body and mind. It's a poison, a forbidden poison, yet the Legion revels in its use.

This is especially true of organ modification. Such drastic modifications, employing a vast array of forbidden techniques, appear powerful, even granting some individuals special abilities. For example, Eidolon can emit powerful sonic waves as a weapon. The Noise Warriors in the Legion are the result of this modification. However, the consequences are the distortions wrought by the implants. Bayer is unsure whether to call these modified individuals human. This distortion is not just physical, but also mental. Many Noise Warriors are drawn to the morbid, cacophonous sound pollution. Simultaneously, these distortions have eroded their strict discipline and superior tactics, gradually transforming them from a Legion to a herd of degenerate beasts.

Now, Bayer wanted to escape, but it was a difficult task. It seemed that Eidolon had realized his ulterior motives and was keeping him under strict supervision. Lucius, the Flawless Blade, a renowned swordsman in the Legion, was responsible for guarding him. But Bayer never gave up his plan to escape.

"I hope this stuff works." Bayer picked up an injection filled with invisible nanorobots. He'd developed this by combining biotechnology and mechanical techniques. Originally developed as a quick way to repair wounds, it actually did.

But in reality, as the developer of the injection, if Bayer is willing, as long as he's close enough and sends a signal, these injections, originally intended for medical treatment, can become tools for killing. Imagine the scene of nanorobots exploding inside the human body, internal muscles and blood vessels will quickly burst and evaporate! Bayer has already added this drug to the combat potion and is just waiting for the right opportunity.

"After all, some people may not have used this potion yet. I need to deal with these guys. At least I have to escape from their siege." Bayer planned. He looked at the servants who cooperated with his work. These slaves were loyal to Bayer, or some of them were spies or not so loyal people, but Bayer used his own methods to make them loyal.

"We must act quickly." A voice suddenly came to Bayer's mind. This made Bayer frown slightly. He remembered this voice. It was this voice that had suggested he leave the Emperor's Children Legion and join another Legion. At that time, he had ignored this voice, whose source was unknown. But now, when Bayer heard this voice again in his predicament, he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Who are you?" Bayer asked in his heart.

"traveller."

"Our gods? Honestly, I'm not very fond of them... I'm not a very religious person," Bayer said tentatively. On the one hand, as he'd said, he didn't believe in certain beings from the Warp. On the other hand, what if this was just someone testing him? Bayer knew his own abilities well. Even a great demon could fool him, let alone an evil god. So he had to be cautious.

"A brave warrior hidden in Stasis Chamber No. 13 in the medical ward can help you escape. You can now consider providing him with a new body," the Traveler said with a smile. It was clear that after the Traveler's initial meeting with Bile, without the intervention of higher powers, Bile had observed Bile's every move. Bile had also rescued the loyal ancient Dreadnought, Rilla. Upon Fulgrim's return, the latter attempted to resist but was easily defeated. While clearing the battlefield, Bile recovered the Dreadnought. Rilla's remains had been separated from the Dreadnought and, with Bile's masterful skill, placed in the Stasis Chamber for temporary preservation.

"Alright, I believe you," Bayer sighed. It was clear the other side had already figured him out. Facing such a being, resistance and struggle were futile.

"There is a gene bank of the Emperor's Children here. The gene seeds collected by the front-line legions are concentrated here. Destroy them or seize them. Then you go to this location, where there is a webway entrance. Escape from here. Also, please be reminded that the war between Fulgrim and Curze will break out soon, and if you miss this opportunity, it will not be easy to find the webway entrance." The traveler's solution was direct and rough.

"Do I seem to have no other choice?" Bayer frowned. "I am loyal to human civilization. I respect science and technology. Perhaps you are indeed a powerful and ancient being, but..." Bayer chose his words carefully. It was clear that he had something to ask of the Traveler, but at the same time, he did not want to sell his soul to a being.

"Believe it or not, get to work!" The Traveler snorted. I'm no longer just a believer in God; I've transcended the vulgarity of worship. The Traveler's strength lies primarily in expanding the concept of human travel, a materialistic one. As for belief, the Traveler truly doesn't care, following the principle of believe it or not, or get lost. After all, if others trust you, you have to give them something in return.

"Can this even lead to godhood...?" Bayer was mired in doubt. At this point, he even considered giving himself a potion to calm himself. Bayer was resilient. Despite the profound trauma he endured, he acted swiftly to save his life! First, let's find Ella a new body.

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"Filthy traitor, the Emperor will eventually purge you of your filth." Rayla saw Bayer when she woke up. Realizing her situation, she immediately cursed.

"The traveler is the greatest. You are a true hero, and the restless traveler will bless you." Bayer put down his work and said to Rayla. As a pharmacist, Bayer also had access to the Legion's Dreadnought storage area. After all, even Dreadnoughts implanted in the remains of a soldier needed nutrient solution and other care. So Bayer could use his authority to prepare a new Dreadnought for Rayla and then perform the transplant.

As for why Bayer spoke these words to Rayla, it was actually to gain her trust. Just as a mortal chanting the name of a Chaos God could be tainted, a mortal chanting the Traveler's name could also draw the Traveler's attention... They were all high-ranking gods, and while their authority varied, they all possessed the necessary abilities. And precisely for this reason, ordinary officers and soldiers within the rebel army were strictly forbidden from mentioning the Traveler's name.

"Do you believe in the Traveler?" Larry asked doubtfully. He was now aware of his condition. All the wounds on his body had been healed, and the Traveler had even injected him with painkillers to alleviate his pain. In the distance, several blank Dreadnoughts lay, clearly allowing him to choose one.

"I guess so," Bayer said, rubbing his chin. He was being sincere, or rather, he had a flexible moral compass when it came to life and death. There was no harm in verbally believing it; his situation was already dire.

"Your Excellency is always so kind that he is willing to save even a lost lamb like you." Rilla replied, her tone full of reverence.

"Senior, are you a believer in the Traveler?" Bile asked. He hadn't expected to encounter a Dreadnought who believed in the Traveler within the Legion. While there were certainly believers of the Traveler within the Adeptus Mechanicus who had once served the Third Legion, the fact that a group of officers and soldiers of the Emperor's Children, who worshipped their Primarch from top to bottom, would actually worship the Traveler still surprised him.

"Traveler, increase the efficiency of the machinery by 10%..." Larry left Bayer speechless with just one sentence.

"Okay, Senior Larry, choose a new body." Bayer rubbed his face, as if trying to reshape his somewhat distorted outlook on life.

In the end, Larry chose a Contemptor Dreadnought he had used before. Everything was ready, only the east wind was missing. With the mobilization of the Legion, another group of rebels were transferred to the front line, and the number of defenders at this base was reduced to a minimum. If he waited any longer, Bayer would also be transferred, so he had to act quickly.

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"Are you going to use slave laborers to deal with the Legion soldiers? Even though they are corrupted, they cannot be dealt with by ordinary slave laborers." Looking at the image on the projection, Larry said with some confusion.

"These aren't ordinary servants and slaves. They've been transformed, their reflexes and strength greatly enhanced. Furthermore, through indoctrination, they can wield a variety of weapons. Of course, their greatest strength is their loyalty. While a head-on confrontation still doesn't offer a chance of victory, I have this..." Bayer then briefly explained the nanobots within the potion to Larry. These slaves possess triggers that, if they get within a hundred meters, can easily determine the life or death of these rebels.

"Your methods are so evil and despicable." Larry said after hearing this.

"But our cause is just, isn't it?" Bayer smiled. We were able to escape thanks to my despicable and less than righteous means. Although Bayer was pulled back by the Traveler, it's clearly impossible to expect him to become an Ultramarines or an Imperial Fist. However, if loyalty can be guaranteed, I'm sure Jonson would give Bayer a thumbs-up! After all, it's efficient enough, Jonson likes it!

"When the gene seed bank is attacked, we will take advantage of the situation and break out?" Larry asked.

"No, we can't do that. We have to tell the defenders here that we are innocent. So the first thing I will do after the incident is tell Lucius that a rebellion has occurred, and then I will seal off the medical area. Lucius will then go and suppress the riot."

"I understand, and then you sneak out?" Larry said.

"No, you're wrong again. The area outside the base is so empty. What if I go out now and get discovered?" Bayer said with a smile. "So, I'll stab Lucius while he's suppressing the rebellion. I've already prepared a sufficient amount of neurotoxins and virus bombs; they're just perfect for them!"

"You are such a villain!"

"But at least I am on the side of the Emperor. The Emperor will forgive my actions. And the Great Traveler may even give me a blessing." Bayer laughed.

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"Stop." In front of the alloy door of the warehouse, a legion centurion stopped a group of servants.

"We have come to obtain the gene-seed, my lord," said the leading chapter servant.

"Are there any instructions from Bayer?" The Legion Centurion glanced across. He had a vague feeling that something was amiss. There were quite a few people coming this time, and there seemed to be members of the Mechanicum among them. Although the Mechanicum's biological sages would also participate in the maintenance of the gene-seed, he still felt something was amiss.

"Yes, sir." The servant handed Bayer's handwritten letter to the latter.

"Take three of your attendants with you. I'll follow you in. The rest of you remain." After a moment's deliberation, the Watcher gave the order. After all, it was just a matter of extracting some gene-seed, so it wouldn't require many men. If they refused, he would sound the alarm. After the Legion's betrayal, many of the Mechanicus who had originally accompanied the Legion remained loyal to the Traveler. Therefore, the Legion's entire ranks distrusted the Mechanicus. If the Legion wasn't desperate to leave these iron tentacle monsters behind, a complete cleanup from top to bottom would be the normal course of action.

"As you command, my lord," the leading servant declared. Then, the moment the gate opened, the leading servant activated the controller, rapidly activating the nanobots within all the Legionnaires. As the nanobots self-destructed, over 8% of the defenders near the gene-seed vault were instantly wiped out. Their blood boiled, their bodies ablaze from the inside out. The leading centurion didn't even have time to sound the alarm. Just as the remaining men tried to resist, the accompanying Mechanicus priests pointed their tentacles, and several heavily armored slaves quickly blasted the remaining men to pieces!

"Act immediately! Take all uncontaminated gene-seed. Destroy any that cannot be taken or are contaminated!" Following the leader's orders, the group immediately began to move. While destroying the gene-seed, they also set up defenses. When everything was almost ready, Bayer sounded the alarm to Lucius!

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"Another rebellion! I warned the Primarch long ago that a purge was necessary!" Lucius stood up abruptly and began to mobilize his troops. However, he had not forgotten Bile. After confirming that he was staying quietly in the medical wing, he led his troops to quell the rebellion. Participating in the attack were not only Legionnaires, but also Dark Mechanicus troops and mortal auxiliaries.

However, during the battle, Lucius quickly realized something was amiss! Some of the assault troops originally assigned for close combat were suddenly killed in action, without even being able to send a single message. This gave Lucius a sense of foreboding. However, the safety of the gene bank was paramount at this moment, and he had to commit more troops to the battle, destroying the enemy while also finding ways to protect the Legion's vital assets. After Lucius had essentially exhausted the Legion's defenses, Bayer finally took action!

A team of armed servants from the medical area came to the back of Lucius's army. After the two sides approached, several legionnaires fell to the ground instantly. Seeing this moment, how could Lucius not understand that this was Bayer's conspiracy.

But by then, he realized it was too late. Bail had prepared a neurotoxin bomb targeting the Legionnaires, which had been fired into Lucius's ranks. Unprepared, the rebels paid a heavy price. However, Lucius didn't use the nanobot-infused potion. He howled, charging into the enemy lines, swiftly slicing through the opposing formation with his blade. It was a testament to the high combat prowess of the Fulgrim's descendants. The few Legionnaires who survived the nanobots, relying on skillful coordination and efficient tactics, still managed to utterly crush Bail's defenders, gradually stabilizing the situation.

However, just as Lucius was imagining himself piercing the enemy lines and severing the traitor, Bile, once and for all, a massive figure burst out from the corner, its power fists and assault cannon shells raining down like raindrops, instantly filling the narrow aisle! Then, Lucius saw a body torn apart by the explosives!

"Okay, the battle is over. Let's clean up this base and leave." With the fall of the last rebel, Bayer knew that he was finally free!

Chapter 396 The Fallen and the Reinforcements (5K)