Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

First came the troops that quickly made detours on both sides. When they passed through the narrow passage and prepared to enter the station, the first thing that greeted them was various noise weapons. The noise that they had never seen before and was almost devastating made the Space Marines feel extremely unbearable.

In the chaos, the Emperor's Children's court swordsmen and Slaanesh banshees swarmed forward, tearing at the Night Lords' soldiers with blades and pincers. The masked dancers mingled among them, slaughtering in the Dark Prince's name with speed and skill unmatched by ordinary Space Marines. Every spin and leap was a devastating blow to the Night Lords.

At the same time, on the front, the fog of Slaanesh has also spread, greatly reducing the attack accuracy of long-range firepower. In the lavender fog, figures are rapidly approaching the target!

"Send out the Titans and eliminate all enemies in this area." Sevatar's voice came from Sahar's ears. Although he was extremely unwilling, Sahar could only play his prepared trump card in advance.

"Pay attention to deploying knights and giant mechas around the Titan. Be careful of the rebel demons." Sevatar reminded again.

"I understand," Sahar said. A moment later, a squadron of Warhound Titans, led by a Reaver Titan, burst out of their shelter. Once in position, accompanied by the roar of turbolasers and heavy plasma cannons, the distant encirclement instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. No matter how effective the shielding, sufficient damage output always solves the problem.

"Okay, it's time to let those Slaanesh demons attack." At this time, Arkenas, an officer of the Emperor's Children who was commanding the battle in the distance, gave the order. The enemy's ambush and subsequent fire coverage did cause losses to the attacking forces, but it also made the opponent play all the cards in his hand. So although Arkenas felt pain, he thought it was all worth it!

"Everything is for the Dark Prince, glory belongs to my Lord." Along with the teleportation aura, six Slaanesh Daemons and the accompanying demon army disappeared from the spot. According to the plan, they would jump directly into the enemy Titan battle group and kill them all. However, when they returned to reality, a Slaanesh Daemon was surprised to find that he appeared right in front of the twin turbolaser cannons of a Warhound Titan.

"By the gods, how could this be..." However, all that responded was the blazing energy stream from the laser cannon. Thus, without even killing a single enemy, the Slaanesh Daemon was taken down by the Titan's laser cannon! And just as the Daemon was being banished, he seemed to hear a sneer from the depths of the Warp.

This time, the Slaanesh daemons' teleportation could be said to have failed miserably. Although not every one of them was taken away by the Titan's artillery as soon as they showed their heads, their overall position was very bad.

Another demon landed among a group of knight mechs, who, after a brief moment of shock, charged forward, crushing the demon under the siege of three or four fists and five or six chainswords. The remaining demons were attacked by the rest of the troops.

"Teleportation is dangerous. Remember this." The traveler in the divine kingdom looked on with a smile. Infinitely far away, within the Six-Ring Silver Palace, Slaanesh roared with fury and helplessness. Thus, the battle, which was originally poised to be one-sided, was disrupted by the traveler's playful interference.

"Damn it! How could this happen?" Alkenas cried out in disbelief as he watched the teleportation troops practically walk into a trap. After all, nothing this outrageous had ever happened before.

"We have been cursed by the superiors. From now on, any transmission in the legion will no longer be reliable. Tell this news to Demon Disaster and Lord Fugen." The leading demon prince said with a gloomy face.

"Well, since sophisticated tactics seem useless, let's crush our opponents head-on with guns and blades." Then, a series of combat machines the size of Warhound Titans emerged from the rear of the Legion. Slaanesh's war machines had finally made their debut! These massive, yet incredibly agile war machines put the opponent under immense pressure the moment they entered the fray!

The Slaanesh Conqueror, a specialized Slaanesh war engine, is roughly the same size as a Warhound Titan, but possesses far greater mobility and agility. It is equipped with the Emperor's Children Legion's unique sonic cannon and the Torment Cannon, the latter of which harnesses the daemon power within its warframe to reduce its target to charcoal. It can easily suppress the firepower of a squad of Space Marines, but its most powerful weapon is its two Hellcutter Battle Claws, making it more effective in close combat than at range.

"Pain and pleasure!" The twisted war machines entered the battlefield at an unimaginable speed. A circle of special positions surrounded their bodies. Dense artillery shells chased their footsteps but could hardly hit them. The sonic weapons fired by the opponent could easily smash the bunkers and the legionnaires inside. They were unstoppable and quickly split the defense line of the Midnight Lords Legion. Their battle claws pierced through the tanks one by one.

In close combat, the renowned Warhounds were easily captured and destroyed. Just as the ground forces were in trouble, the Emperor's Children's Stormbird gunships crossed the battle line and deployed behind the enemy lines. With the close coordination of these highly skilled troops and the demons, the Night Lords, despite having the upper hand, were able to halt the enemy's attack.

"Prepare to retreat and gradually destroy the passage." Sevatar's order came again. He could not deploy too many troops in a hive, but he could not let the other side occupy it easily, so delaying time became his only option.

"The enemy is about to launch a full-scale attack. Fell, you command the legions first, I'll go deal with the Faceless Prince." Sevatar realized that the enemy attack was imminent. In this situation, the Faceless Prince was no longer useful, because regardless of this insider, Fulgrim's attack was inevitable. So he had to remove this thorn first. However, what Sevatar didn't expect was that the Faceless Prince Thor actually launched the action beforehand!

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"My lord, this summoning doesn't seem to be successful." Thor knelt before a gigantic figure. Six hours earlier, Thor had begun the sacrifice and summoning, as agreed upon. However, the summoning had taken more than three times the scheduled time. Finally, the portal opened, but only one archdemon of the Scourge and a handful of Slaanesh demons passed through. Then the portal collapsed! This terrifying event reminded the Faceless Prince of a legend, a legend about a god.

"Take your fleet and attack Star Fortress No. 3 immediately." Mozai ordered.

"The defense of Star Fortress No. 3 is too strong. Most of my fleets don't even have a chance to get close." The Faceless Prince said in horror. This was asking him and his fleet to launch a death assault.

"Your subordinates and your fleet are not important. Their death is worth it if it can bring victory in the war. All of this will become fuel for your promotion. A wonderful future and power in exchange for your loyalty, is it difficult for you to make a choice?" The huge body of the Demonic Disaster leaned forward slightly, and the oppressive feeling as if it were real forced Thor to retreat.

"Okay, I'll order the fleet to take action immediately, but sir..."

"Just send me up!" Mozai waved the spear in his hand impatiently.

"Are you planning to take the boarding torpedo instead of teleporting?" Thor said with some surprise. He originally thought that a powerful existence like the Demonic Disaster should not take the usual route.

"Get lost!" Mozai felt that the surprised look from the other side was a complete humiliation to him. However, at this moment, Sevatar and his black armored guards appeared!

"How is this possible? My battleship has a void shield!" Thor was shocked. He really couldn't understand how the other party's teleportation device could penetrate the battleship's void shield and arrive here directly.

The appearance of Sevatar made both sides feel nervous at the same time. Sevatar really didn't expect that he would meet a big guy here. The aura emitted by the latter made Sevatar feel extremely dangerous. Even though he had 300 black armored guards wearing centurion power armor behind him, he would not want to face such an enemy if possible.

Mozai's expression changed. He was now certain that the Traveler had taken notice of this battle. He and all the rebels would be cursed. But what made him even more terrified and uneasy was that Sevatar seemed to possess one of the Traveler's sacred objects! He didn't know what it was, but the pressure it exuded made him feel a huge threat.

"Kill them! I'll deal with the big guy! Tell the Primarch to get ready! The battle is about to begin!" Sevatar waved his hand, and the Centurion Terminator behind him fired a dense rain of bullets, and a fierce and bloody melee battle broke out.

The intense firepower instantly decimated the Faceless Prince and his attendants. In this unpretentious melee, fate always favors the side with more men and more weapons. Just as Thor was about to be overwhelmed by the barrage of artillery fire, a psychic barrier descended before him, and a powerful force pulled him away from the maelstrom of steel.

"Do your job well, and leave this to me."

Demon Disaster took action, swinging his weapons in both hands. An invisible force spread out, tearing apart the fragile black-armored guards in the distance like pieces of paper. Then, a shrill psychic scream spread across the bridge, shattering anyone close, friend or foe, into a bloody foam. Countless missiles and lasers flew towards Demon Disaster, but were all blocked by his psychic shield. Amidst the hail of bullets, Demon Disaster wandered and fought with ease, strolling in the garden.

"Damn it, we can't win!" Sevatar's instincts told him that he and his men might not be enough for a single demon from Scourge to defeat. Their combat power was frighteningly high. (Kabanha had swept hundreds of BAs during the siege, and Scourge, with a few minions, could easily defeat a few hundred Night Lords.) Faced with such an unfavorable situation, Sevatar bravely stepped forward, giving his men a chance to retreat.

"We're finally retreating. This result is pretty good." Mozai looked at Sevatar standing in front of him with a complicated expression. They had just bumped into each other twice. To be honest, this guy was quite strong by the standards of Space Marines. At least he was much stronger than Eidolon who was slapped away by him.

(The most intuitive example of Sevatar's strength is his battle with Sigismund. It was basically a 50-50 match, and he lost in the end because of the rules.)

But to say this guy could evenly match him was an insult to Mozai. Mozai was confident that if there were no other interference, he would definitely be able to take him down this time, even if it might come at a cost. But the problem was, this guy had the Traveler's Relic on him.

Mozai believed this item was most likely given by the Traveler. This meant that Sevatar was being watched by the Traveler. Mozai secretly glanced at the sky, vaguely sensing that a powerful being was watching. If his master was there, Mozai would not hold back, but now? Killing Sevatar in front of the Traveler? Mozai immediately suppressed this somewhat terrifying thought. As for whether Sevatar had stolen this item himself? If so, that would be even more terrifying! After all, could he afford to offend a being that could steal something from a god?

Some people may indeed have stolen something from a certain god, but what can be said is that something that appears to be yours is actually someone else's. This point was clearly explained by the demonic forces. (For example, the self-proclaimed relic of the state religion in the Figure King Museum. Even with the Stasis stance, it wouldn't work!)

So, looking at Sevatar standing in front of him, Demon Disaster began to paddle, so obviously that even Sevatar could see it. This guy wasn't unable to beat him, but was afraid of him... Sevatar smiled, feeling that if he didn't take advantage of this moment, he would be a little sorry for himself.

"So, filthy and corrupt demon, are you afraid?" Sevatar asked. "Is it because your master behind you can no longer protect you? So you don't dare to fight. If you don't fight, then I won't be polite!"

Sevatar charged forward, wielding his power halberd. Empowered by the Traveler, his speed, strength, and reflexes surpassed those of ordinary beings. He had never felt so powerful before. He engaged the Scourge in a fierce battle. After more than ten minutes, Scourge struck with a powerful, devastating blow from his spear. Sevatar was sent flying. Scourge's blow had clearly penetrated his defenses, but it was ultimately blocked by a blue shield. The recoil even stung Scourge.

"Ah.... Your foundation is still too poor. Just enough is enough." The traveler in the higher dimension was speechless. Although Sevatar had received his own blessing, his own foundation was too weak. He was still a little short of the skills to fight against the demonic disaster. He could be a little reckless with someone's protection, but he shouldn't go too far, okay?

"You rubbish, you're lucky this time. You can't always be favored by the True God. You definitely won't be so lucky next time." Demon Disaster cursed, a rare occurrence for him. At this moment, Sevatar was pure disgust at Demon Disaster. He clearly couldn't beat Demon Disaster, but Demon Disaster really didn't dare to kill him.

"Well, who knows what will happen next time." Sevatar gave a provocative smile. "Maybe next time, I'll be the Emperor's attendant."

"Hahaha." Demon Disaster laughed. "I really want to know, how bored must the Emperor and the Traveler be to grant you such a blessing? What gives you the right to do so? You're nothing but a villain." Demon Disaster didn't forget to mock his opponent.

The Demonic Disaster understood the composition of the Emperor's Servant. Let's put it this way, the Traveler didn't mind giving a buff to those who didn't believe in him. But for a character like the Emperor's Servant, who was considered a demon of the God of Order, if you didn't believe in me, I would absolutely not give it to you, even if you were a shallow believer.

So, aside from the Ahriman brothers, most of the Emperor's retainers were either Custodians, who believed in the Emperor with absolute devotion, or Navigators and Astropaths. As for the Space Marines, aside from Ahriman, it seemed none had successfully ascended to the higher ranks.

"I can believe in the Traveler, I can become a fanatical believer." Sevatar said coldly, looking at the smug look on the face of the Demonic Disaster. "If He wishes, I can be the sharpest sword in His hand, just to kill you filthy beings."

Sevatar knew he couldn't defeat the Scourge, even with his blessing. It wasn't a lack of support from above, but rather a lack of his own foundation. He knew the Scourge looked down on him, but his inner strength, stubbornness, and unwillingness to admit defeat filled him with anger and resentment towards the Scourge, Slaanesh's greatest demon, arguably the most powerful of the Chaos Gods.

"A madman who betrayed his beliefs." Disaster felt madness from Sevatar.

"You don't even have to betray your faith. You are just tools of the evil god." Sevatar said and turned to leave.

"Damn it. As expected of the Hidden One." Demon Scourge shook his head helplessly. He felt as though he and Fulgrim had walked into a trap. The Traveler must have known what was happening here, but he was wavering between intervening and not intervening. This left Demon Scourge unsure. In Slaanesh's plan, Fulgrim was to ascend to a demonic state.

But Slaanesh didn't want Fulgrim to simply ascend to demonhood. He wanted him to steal the power of another Primarch. However, this was no easy task, and Curze was the easiest target. If he missed, there would be no chance. So the Scourge was in such a dilemma. Fortunately, Slaanesh had a final plan: if the situation turned dire, something irreplaceable would offer a glimmer of hope for himself and Fulgrim.

"Now, continue the assault with your fleet! As long as you can get me to Star Fortress No. 3, we will definitely win! Fulgrim and the main force of his legion will be here soon." Demon Disaster turned and ordered the Faceless Prince who was huddled in a corner.

"As you command, my lord," the Faceless Prince stammered. Then, the remaining fleets under his control began firing on their former allies. Sevatar's operation was not a success; he failed to kill the Faceless Prince, nor did he completely seize control of his fleet. The latter resolutely launched his assault on Star Fortress 3. Although prepared for an attack from within, the Night Lords' fleet still experienced some disarray.

At this moment, Fulgrim's fleet finally entered the fray. Led by the ornately decorated, even exaggerated, Emperor's Pride, the massive Emperor's Children fleet emerged from the Warp. Blessed by Slaanesh, Fulgrim's fleet appeared not from Mandeville Point, but directly near the Night Lords' fleet, shocking them with its sudden appearance.

The Traveler didn't intervene this time, instead observing the Slaanesh Realm coldly. While Slaanesh's brain wasn't particularly sharp, he wasn't foolish. He still insisted on allowing Fulgrim to enter, most likely because he had some ulterior motive. The Traveler could even guess what it was, most likely a relic of some Eldar deity. After all, how long had Slaanesh been around? What could he possibly have accumulated? In terms of age, he wasn't even the Traveler's. When the Traveler was rubbing the Endless Journey, Slaanesh hadn't even emerged yet!

"When necessary, I still have to be ready to play." The traveler said to himself.

While the Traveler and Slaanesh were engaged in a tug-of-war, the Emperor's Children's fleet launched its assault on the Night Lords. Their target was clear: Curze's own ship, a goal they made no secret of. After all, for Fulgrim, destroying or even intimidating the entire Night Lords might not be as important as extracting Curze's power.

"Koz, your teacher and your brothers are here to see you. Let me see if you are still as useless as before." Fugen turned on the wide-area radio, and almost everyone could hear Fugen's voice full of provocation and shouting.

Under Fulgrim's command, the entire Emperor's Children fleet formed a wedge formation, adept at rapid breakthroughs. A large number of heavily armored and torpedo-equipped warships were concentrated in the front, and with rounds of long-range torpedo salvos, they successfully tore through the Night Lords' defenses. Simultaneously, warships equipped with numerous long-range weapons deployed on both flanks, suppressing any fleet attempting to reinforce Curze.

Before the Night Lords' fleet could act, a large number of Emperor's Children cruisers plunged into the enemy's formation, causing chaos through their superior tactics and the blessing of Slaanesh. Some of the Emperor's Children warships were equipped with a special torpedo that, upon impact, could temporarily disable the target ship's shields and power systems. Then, following closely behind were the Emperor's Children Space Marines and Slaanesh Daemons, riding in the boarding torpedoes. Yes, Slaanesh Daemons! At this point, the Slaanesh Daemons dared not even use teleport!

As for the planetary defense system that Curze had originally placed high hopes on, it was now in chaos. Under the leadership of Scourge and the other six Slaanesh archdaemons and demon princes (some demons had been lurking before the battle began), groups of demons and rebels had already boarded many defense facilities. Although they had not yet completely occupied them, the supporting firepower from the rear had become sparse.

The Night Lords, following their pre-planned plan, prepared to plunge the battle into a chaotic fray. Swarms of warships swarmed forward, attempting to break the enemy's formation. At close range, both sides engaged in a bloody and ferocious assault with macrocannons, lances, and torpedoes. Frequently, warships were blasted to smithereens, leaving tens of thousands dead on the battlefield. Yet, even in this chaotic battle, the Emperor's Children fleet maintained the advantage. Blessed by Slaanesh, they were even more deadly in close combat and boarding engagements.

Their lances of light imbued the power of Slaanesh. Besides the normal damage, the piercing noise and the mingled power of the Warp upon impact utterly devastated and devastated the enemy. Simply put, it dealt a morale blow. And then, when the daemons of Slaanesh charged in with boarding torpedoes, the ship was practically taken down. Over time, several Night Lords warships were controlled and then destroyed...

"Great Sage Kastin, we have paid! Now the entire empire wants to know where you are!" Faced with the rapidly deteriorating situation, Sevatar sent a request to the Huangquan No. 8 Forging Fleet.

Castin didn't appear directly in the conflicting systems, but instead remained stationed in the Warp. While most human fleets would have preferred a shorter stay in the Warp, for the Traveler's followers, the uncertainty of the Warp gradually became more certain. Coming here was like returning home. To ensure the suddenness of the battle, Castin decided to remain in the Warp for now.

"We abide by the agreement, merely awaiting an opportunity. Now, in the name of the great God of All Machines and His Aspect Traveler, we will wage a holy war against the evil of the Warp! The Mechanicus fleet is about to arrive!" Castin's response was crisp, and his actions were even more decisive, accompanied by the choir's prayers. The vast exploratory fleet was enveloped by a pale blue force. As the veil of the physical world opened, Castin's fleet emerged from the void and landed directly behind Fulgrim's fleet.

"Let us proclaim the name of the Great Traveler with guns and prayers! Praise the God of All Machines, praise the God of Travel and Exploration!" A moment later, the binary prayer of the Mechanicus echoed across the entire galaxy's communication spectrum. And the Traveler decisively gave his former subordinate, now a believer, a buff!

Moments later, the Abyssal Fleet VIII launched the battle with a massive salvo of nova cannons. The ultra-long-range cannons atop their bows blazed with terrifying flames, their massive barrels accelerating their projectiles to near-light speed. Various terrifying vortex and antimatter shells were unleashed with impunity. Since the Night Lords' offer was reasonable this time, Castin had no problem giving them some technology and ruthless work! The sudden backstab was so painful that even the renownedly well-trained Emperor's Children fleet struggled to cope. In a violent explosion, flames engulfed the desecrated warships, purifying the filth emanating from the Warp. More Emperor's Children warships began abandoning their immediate opponents and charging towards the distant Mechanicus fleet.

Battles erupted in the void, and the presence of Castin's fleet effectively contained the Emperor's Children's offensive. However, his fleet was not large enough to hold them back from a distance. If they got too close, the boarding battles between the legionaries and the demons would cause great trouble.

At this time, on the central main battlefield, the fighting between the two sides had reached a fever pitch. Primarchs and famous commanders of both sides came down one after another, and the battle became more and more intense.

Chapter 399 Slaanesh, you are not strong enough! (9K)

"Koz, my brother, your performance surprised me a little. Although you are still not up to par, you are still stronger than I thought. This aroused my great interest. The more the opponent struggles, the more excited I am." While commanding the fleet to fight and gradually destroying the Midnight Lords fleets, Forgen did not forget to talk back to his brother.

"I never thought about this war. I could rely on my legion to win." Curze replied to his brother.

"So, you give up? If you are willing to serve the great Dark Prince with me, then we can become good friends." Fugen made an invitation.

"No, I may be a villain in the eyes of others, but I will never become an accomplice to the evil god. Fulgrim, perhaps I cannot defeat you, but my legion and I are enough to drag your Emperor's Children Legion to death! Death on the edge of this empire."

"You are not as good as you think you are. You have placed spies in my legion in advance, but I have basically eliminated them all. The reason why some guys are still alive is that I need to give you a reason to attack me. I have made sufficient preparations and I am waiting for your arrival." Koz sneered.

As if to prove Curze's words, a large Night Lords cruiser that was about to be destroyed rushed into the formation of an Emperor's Children fleet under the enemy's artillery fire. Then the Night Lord on it detonated the battleship's engine, and the energy storm formed by the violent explosion severely damaged several enemy cruisers.

This seemed to be a signal. More and more self-destructive warships rushed towards the enemy's formation. Some warships had almost no weapons, but were loaded with a large number of high-explosive items. They relied on shields and reinforced armor to bear damage, and then rammed the opponent. The ruthlessness of this ancient but effective tactic made the rebels feel very difficult.

Next, Curze assembled a large number of modified civilian ships, each equipped with temporary void shield generators. These warships, lightened in weight to increase thrust and defense, were loaded with various fuels and explosives. One after another, they fearlessly charged the Emperor's Children fleet. Others were unequipped, their mission to disperse the Emperor's Children fleet's firepower. Faced with the swarming attack, the Emperor's Children's offensive became disorganized.

"You are still the same as before. You have no idea how to fight elegantly and efficiently. Your tactics are so crude and full of roguery." Fugen said gritting his teeth.

Fulgrim had originally been dismissive of Curze. He believed that whether the fleet was engaged in regular combat or engaged in chaotic battles, the Emperor's Children, with their superior equipment and better-trained personnel, would always gain the upper hand. Indeed, this was true; the Emperor's Children had indeed held the upper hand in previous engagements. Even when the two cruiser divisions tangled, the Emperor's Children fleet could still effectively inflict casualties.

However, when Castin's Mechanicus fleet appeared behind them, the situation changed. The former's long-range and high-precision attacks made the rebels feel uneasy. In a hurry, they lost a wave of troops before they could turn around. The subsequent fleet sent to deal with Castin not only failed to kill the target in a short time, but suffered heavy losses themselves.

If the Blessing of Slaanesh gave people an impression of agility and speed, then when facing the Acheron VIII fleet blessed by the Traveler, their speed and maneuverability were insufficient. After all, when it came to escaping, the Traveler was the expert. The Emperor's Children were surprised to find that the enemy warships of the same level were faster and more maneuverable than their own.

This situation had only occurred when facing the White Scars, and what made the rebels even more unbearable was that those huge Mechanicus Arks could even teleport! Just like Terminator teleportation, after a short delay, they directly appeared in places hundreds of thousands of kilometers away!

Thus, under Castin's efficient pulling and the Traveler's blessing, the Emperor's Child fleet, which had originally intended to destroy the enemy in one fell swoop, was gradually defeated. As a result, Fulgrim had to mobilize more fleets to deal with the Mechanicus fleet behind him, which was not large to begin with.

The balance of war is sensitive. When a new variable is added to the battlefield, the reaction is chain-like. More fleets are mobilized to deal with Castin's Mechanicus fleet, while on the front, Curze launched a "fire ship offensive" which curbed the offensive of the entire Emperor's Children fleet.

"I'm not in a hurry, Curze. The final winner of this war can only be me. The Dark Prince's servants have already climbed onto the star fortress behind you. They will soon occupy and control the weapons on it. You can't win when you are attacked from both sides. And where are your allies? You have been abandoned by our father and the Traveler. You are a villain and a shame to our brothers. Our father does not value you, and the Traveler is too lazy to save you. If possible, they would rather help Guilliman or Leman Russ." Fulgrim continued his verbal offensive.

"You are right. If I were the Supreme, I would not let you, a traitor, go. Our father gave you glory far beyond most of the other brothers, but you indulged in pleasure and illusory perfection and betrayed Him." Coze laughed after saying this.

"What do you mean? It has nothing to do with what I just said!" Fulgrim frowned, then became furious, because he understood the hidden meaning of Curze's words. That is, the Traveler and the Emperor might not come here to save Curze, but if they could kill Fulgrim, a man deeply loved by the Emperor but a traitor, they might still come!

"The Dark Prince will protect me. Our father and that so-called Traveler, their feeble divinity is no match for the might of Slaanesh!" Fulgrim cut off the communication, demonstrating with his actions that Curze's defense had been breached. Or perhaps Fulgrim was frightened.

As the two sides exchanged barrages, the captains of the two legions collided. Eidolon's battle barge, Pain and Joy, successfully approached Sevatar's flagship. With the launch of boarding torpedoes, Eidolon and his court swordsmen boarded Sevatar's flagship. Sevatar and his black armored guards were already on high alert.

"You can't do that, Eidolon. If you could be considered a handsome man before, now you don't even have that advantage." Sevatar said with a smile as he blocked the opponent's war hammer. At this time, Eidolon's face had become haggard, full of wrinkles and decay due to indulgence and use of combat potions.

"What do you know? I'm even stronger than before." Eidolon swung his hammer and smashed it down hard, simultaneously manipulating the piston that injected the combat potion into his body. With the stimulation of the potion, Eidolon couldn't help but groan, and swung the hammer in his hand faster.

However, no matter how he attacked, it felt like Sevatar could predict his attacks and block his hammers one by one. The potion's boost in combat effectiveness would soon wear off, and the subsequent laziness and fatigue would put Eidolon at a severe disadvantage, so he became anxious.

After barely blocking Sevatar's counterattack, Eidolon stepped back a little to create some distance, then he began to mobilize the alien organs implanted in his body, preparing to release a fierce sonic attack.

However, before he could open fire, Sevatar took action first. Two incendiary cannons extended from the shoulders of the power armor behind him. Accompanied by orange-yellow flames, balls of energy streams accurately hit the opponent's power armor, not only shattering the armor but also severely burning Eidolon's flesh, causing the sonic attack he was about to release to be silenced!

"The battle is over, traitor." Just as Sevatar was about to end the life of the company captain completely, a sharp sword blocked Sevatar's way, and a guy with his face almost beaten to pieces stood opposite Sevatar.

"Lucius? Is that you? Haven't you already..." Eidolon revealed a look of shock at the person who appeared before him. Wasn't Lucius supposed to have died in Bayer's betrayal? Why was he here again?

"Slaanesh has blessed me with immortality!" Lucius smiled a sinister smile. "Sevatar, you are my first worthy prey. I will imprison your soul, forever attached to my power armor. I will deliver a spectacular slaughter for my lord!" Lucius said, pointing his sword directly at his opponent.

"Blessing? I have one too!" Severa said with a smile, and then he and Lucius engaged in battle. As the Chosen of Slaanesh, Lucius was indeed very powerful. The boning saber in his hand was more difficult to deal with than Eidolon's warhammer, and the whip-like tentacle in his other hand made Severa feel uncomfortable. However, relying on psychic prophecy and the traveler's blessing, he was able to prevent the opponent's attacks in advance, and the two sides fought back and forth!

Along with the sound of weapons tearing through the power armor, Sevatar left a wound on Lucius' body. However, there was no pain on Lucius' face. Instead, there was a hint of excitement. The blessing of Slaanesh transformed the pain into joy, which made Lucius even more excited to fight.

"I have an idea we can try." The Traveler watched the battle from a higher dimension. It was indeed a problem that pain could excite the followers of Slaanesh. Faced with this situation, the Traveler decided to give it a try. As the Traveler applied a buff, the halberd in Sevatar's hand shone with a strange light.

As Lucius's sword pierced Sevatar's power armor, his halberd once again slashed a gash in Lucius's stomach. This time, Lucius felt no pain, but neither pleasure, either. It was as if some poison had blocked Lucius's perception... This immediately sent Lucius into a state of panic. For a Slaanesh follower unable to feel pain or pleasure, there was no greater suffering than this!

"Your weapon is poisoned! Despicable!" Lucius recoiled.

"I'm very happy to have a filthy traitor call me despicable." Sevatar sneered. He didn't know what the traveler had done, but it seemed to be working.

"Damn it." Lucius was scared. He was not afraid of dying in battle because he could be resurrected, but if he could not feel the excitement, it would be unacceptable to Lucius. After a brief hesitation, he chose to retreat, and Sevatar did not chase him because there were more important things waiting for him to deal with!

"Sevatar, the rebels have taken control of Star Fortress Three, and the other star forts are also caught in a brutal boarding battle. The Legion will be attacked from both sides. In a direct engagement, Fulgrim's flagship is about to break through our lines, and a battle between the two Primarchs is inevitable." Legion Librarian Fell briefed Sevatar on the current situation. In short, the situation is not good.

"I understand." Sevatar felt exhausted. He had just finished a round of intense close combat and now had to command the fleet. If Fulgrim and Curze engaged in battle, the heavy responsibility of command would definitely fall on him. And now the Night Lords' defeat was already apparent.

"When will our help arrive?" Fair said anxiously.

"They will join this battle at the most critical moment. Believe me, because this is the promise of a Supreme Being." Sevatar said with a serious face.

While the fighting on the front battlefield was reaching its climax, the Raven Guard and the Eldar Legion were quietly waiting in the Webway.