Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"We should attack. My brother is taking a huge amount of damage." Corax said anxiously. Although the relationship between the Raven Lord and Curze was not good, Corax still wanted to help when Curze was really in danger.

"Respected Primarch, we must wait for fate to reach a critical juncture before we can act. Only when Fulgrim and Curze engage in battle will the time come. And we must also make thorough preparations for this assault. The flames of war have spread across the entire planet, the orbital stations in space, and the fleet. Even with the help of the Supreme Beings, we still need careful preparations to deploy our forces in hundreds of locations simultaneously. On the ground, we need to build temporary Webway entrances, and in space, the Great Traveler will ensure that the fleet is in the best position."

"And in order to prevent the rebel fleet from leaving, we have to deploy blockade arrays throughout the galaxy to prevent them from escaping through warp navigation." Niadra patiently explained to the Raven King.

Niadra still likes the Raven King very much. It’s not that the Raven King is very capable. To be honest, the Raven King’s ability is relatively poor among the Primarchs. He can’t farm, his fighting skills are average, and his personal resources are actually average.

But from the Eldar's perspective, the Raven King was remarkably humble and approachable. Unlike Guilliman's "I am a lord, therefore I must protect my subjects," the Raven King truly saw himself as one of the common people. Niadra believed this ethos could help combat the Eldar's arrogance. After all, if a Primarch, a being with the potential to embark on a path of transcendence, could be so approachable, what reason could a bunch of mortals have for arrogance?

Indeed, fundamentally, in the eyes of the Supreme Beings, the Eldar are also mortals, even those of the Old Prophet's caliber. If we must compare, in terms of power, ordinary humans are ants, and ordinary Eldar are larger ants. What's the difference? Although the Eldar have shown signs of recovery, Nyadra knows that if the Eldar's arrogance and obsession with pleasure are not addressed, Eldar civilization will always harbor a hidden danger.

"Is Slaanesh indifferent to this battle?" Corax asked. After all, the gods had been defeated in the previous large-scale battles. This time, Slaanesh's chosen primarchs have arrived, so it would be unreasonable for Slaanesh not to come.

"Although the incarnation of Slaanesh has been destroyed, it does not mean that He has no way to influence the real universe. He is definitely taking action, but we don't know what exactly he is doing. However, what we can be sure of is that this time, our superior power has the upper hand." said Nyadra.

"Okay, then let's do it as soon as possible. I hope we can assist our friendly forces as soon as possible." Corax said.

As the Raven Guard and the Eldar Legion were constructing the final link in their encirclement, Fulgrim and Curze finally met. Surrounded by numerous large warships, the two flagships collided. The Emperor's Pride and the Nightfall sailed almost parallel to each other, exchanging fire at close range. The fierce firepower quickly overloaded each other's shields, and then a relentless barrage of blows ensued. Under the blows of macrocannons and lances, the thick armor and hulls shattered into countless fragments. As the warships moved, a dust belt formed behind them.

"Now, my children, let us board the enemy's flagship and present a grand show for our lord in the name of the Prince of Darkness!" Fulgrim, holding a pair of swords, said to his heirs with a morbid smile.

"And you, the Ascended from the Warp, loyal followers of the great Dark Prince." Fulgrim looked at the six Slaanesh Daemons and six Slaanesh Princes on the other side, along with the demonic army behind them. "I'm very happy that you can come to my feast. Let's drink the blood and souls of our enemies and have a grand revelry!"

Slaanesh is determined to succeed in this operation, and he has invested a huge amount of money in Fulgrim, including a "bodyguard group" consisting of 12 upper demons, which is a full complement!

"This time, will it be your Legion of the Damned or my Farstriders?" Gazing upon the murderous daemon horde atop the Emperor's Pride, the Traveler addressed the Emperor. As a Warp God, how could he be without his own "Emissaries"? Essentially, the Legion of the Damned were the Emperor's demons, and the later Living Saint Celestine was the Emperor's Archdaemon.

On this plane, the Emperor's Cursed Legion had already been established, and the Traveler already had his own demons. However, due to the issue of his priesthood, the Traveler's divine servants were deployed in mechas...

"Of course, I would also like to use this opportunity to experiment," the Emperor said, and then a group of Space Marines wearing gray-black power armor, their bodies burning with the flames of the Warp, arrived at the Traveler's divine domain. The latter would be transported by the Traveler. These Bound Legions were outstanding human beings who died in the Great Crusade. Their souls returned to the Emperor and were then transformed.

Unlike the Cursed Legion in the background, which is just a group of killing machines without their own consciousness, the more powerful beings in the Cursed Legion in this plane still maintain relatively complete humanity.

A moment later, the Traveler also dispatched his divine emissaries, each one manning a specially crafted giant mecha before the Emperor. Compared to the thousands of the Bound Legion, the Traveler's divine emissaries were very few, just over a hundred. After all, across the Imperium, far more people believed in the Emperor than the Traveler.

However, the quality of the Traveler is high. After all, among the Traveler's followers, there are a lot of Navigators, Astropaths, and Mechanicus. After the soul enters the warp, it retains its personality, and the potential for advancement is also great.

Furthermore, the Traveler is very kind to his own people, directly equipping them with mechas when they go out. Unlike the demon engines that bind souls to machinery and use demonic power and hatred to fight, the Traveler will provide his divine messengers with a comfortable combat environment.

There's a fundamental difference between these divine messengers and the Emperor's servants. The latter are living, elevated humans, capable of long-term existence in the physical universe and possessing immense potential. However, divine messengers are like demons of the Warp. Entering the physical universe is more difficult, and their capacities are lower.

That is, now, the balance between the warp and reality has become problematic. Otherwise, summoning these divine messengers would be as troublesome as summoning demons by cultists. Moreover, once destroyed by conventional forces, they would return to the warp and it would take a very long time for them to reappear.

Just as the Emperor and the Traveler were about to send their "demons" into battle, Fulgrim and his legion had already boarded the Nightveil. Under the guidance of Slaanesh, Fulgrim finally met Curze as he wished.

The meeting between the two sides was very unfriendly. Koz jumped out from the shadows and greeted his brother with lightning claws, but the latter seemed to have foreseen Koz's existence. The two long swords in his hands accurately blocked Koz's attack. The lightning claws and the sharp blades collided, and the decomposition positions on the weapons of both sides collided violently, bringing out streaks of lightning.

"Koz, you're still sneaking around like before," Fugen said pretentiously. "That's not good. Why can't you just accept your fate?" As he spoke, Fugen unleashed a torrential downpour of attack, the whirling blade never failing to strike at Kooz's vital points.

Under the blessing of Slaanesh, Fulgrim's reaction and speed have been greatly improved, making his swordsmanship more fierce and deadly. However, Curze is also stronger and is not weak in close combat.

The two sides were tied in the initial stage, but soon, when the great demons of Slaanesh and the demon princes quickly cleared out Curze's guards and prepared to join the battle, the situation was completely different!

"Look at your offspring, they are still so weak. Didn't you teach them what I taught you? In front of the legion of the great Lord of Pleasure, they were as fragile as babies and were easily slaughtered. Then their souls were extracted and used as food for the demons. Can you hear the wailing of their souls? Our father did not come to help you, Curze. I told you, you are an abandoned child!"

Fugen continued his verbal attack while waving the sharp blade in his hand. The purple smoke emanating from his body began to cover the surroundings. Fugen's body was tattooed with strange snake-like patterns. As Fugen's muscles trembled, he seemed to be alive. Under the influence of the purple smoke, some people began to have hallucinations, and even their bodies moved involuntarily.

Coze was also trying his best to resist the erosion of the smoke on his spirit. But even so, Coze still felt that his reaction speed had slowed down, and at this time, the demons around him who should have freed their hands were about to join the battle!

However, the shock coming from the warp made the demons look to the side involuntarily. The flames of the warp burned out of thin air, and blue portals suddenly appeared on the station. Along with the faint sound of prayers, a group of gray-black figures stepped out of the portals in neat steps.

"Which legion are these soldiers from?" Everyone was stunned by the sight of the Space Marines before them, their bodies ablaze with flames, their power armor barely marked. Fulgrim knew at a glance that this legion was definitely not one he knew. He couldn't even sense any life or emotion on the other side. When he tried to detect these intruders, the only thing he could feel was hatred! Hatred for himself and the daemons of the Warp!

"Boring guys, is this your backup plan?" Fugen looked at the cursed legions with some fear, and then he looked at Koz.

"I said that our father would not miss the opportunity to punish a rebellious son like you. Although this is full of the flavor of the Warp and witchcraft, I like it very much. I like the pleasure of punishment and revenge! Some people say that I am too violent. In fact, I don’t like violence. Violence is just a means, not an end." Koz also noticed the descending Cursed Legion.

"They are the demons of the Abomination, creatures of the Warp created when human souls returned to the Emperor. They are the same as us," a Slaanesh Daemon beside him spoke. "The Traveler has also arrived. He has actually prepared a mechanical body for his demons! This is bad."

Then, the demons were met with a barrage of explosives fired by the Legion of the Damned. These bombs, laced with the flames of the Warp, could penetrate and incinerate nearly everything they touched, and were particularly effective against the bodies of demons. These were munitions specifically designed for demons, crafted by the Emperor using his own power of destruction. Weaker demons were instantly torn apart, while the stronger ones charged forward, attempting to defeat them with melee and psychic powers.

At the same moment that the Emperor and the Traveler's reinforcements arrived, the Raven Guard and the Eldar fleet finally emerged from the Webway. Simultaneously, the arrays deployed by the Eldar prophets and priests of the gods activated. At that moment, a terrifying psychic web enveloped the entire system. From that moment on, no one in the mortal realm could escape through the Warp. The immense psychic pressure was felt by all psykers.

"This is a failed battle, an extremely complete failure!" The demonic disaster who had already occupied Star Fortress No. 3 roared in anger and despair! "After the first day of the Great Rebellion and the fall of our Lord's incarnation, we should have been cautious! However, our nature and arrogance made us continue to do things that were impossible to succeed! Damn it!"

For a moment, the demon even developed a strong rebellious mentality towards Slaanesh. He even wanted to curse Slaanesh because his actions had led to his being trapped here. He was also disappointed with Slaanesh's performance.

Don't assume that just because the gods are so high and mighty, their subordinates won't complain. It's actually quite normal for some to rebel, like the bloodthirsty demons bewitched by Old T, or Carlos, who even played tricks on Tzeentch. There are many reasons for their dissatisfaction with their bosses. Skarbrand, feeling incredibly powerful, decided to give it a try. Carlos, meanwhile, was thrown into a well by Old T, barely able to get out.

As for the Demon Scourge, the reason he complained about Slaanesh this time was because he was a weak boss. The incarnation of Slaanesh was killed by the Traveler on the first day, which not only left the S-type demons without support in the subsequent battles, but also made other evil gods and demons realize the weakness or unreliability of Slaanesh.

If the boss above him wasn't doing his job, there would definitely be complaints from those below him. Especially since S-type demons have very strong and twisted emotions, so after suddenly falling into such a predicament, the demonic disaster had a terrible impression of Slaanesh. But there was no other way; there were some things he had to keep doing!

When the Eldar's psychic containment array was complete, he knew he couldn't escape on his own. While Slaanesh certainly had a backup plan, the Scourge was certain that most of the Imperial Fleet and the demons would be left behind in today's battle! Thinking of this, the Scourge lost even the desire to continue fighting! Simply put, having such a superior was infuriating!

"Relax, my greatest champion. You will escape this danger safely. Perhaps we can even gain something extra from this battle." Slaanesh's voice echoed in the demon's mind, calming his already irritable mood. "But I'm very dissatisfied with your outburst just now. Never express dissatisfaction with your master, for that is an act of usurpation! It's betrayal! It's an unforgivable sin!"

As Slaanesh's words grew increasingly shrill, the Scourge suddenly felt himself plunged into extreme agony, as if after countless years of torture, Slaanesh had finally let him go. In agony, the Scourge knelt on the deck, gasping for air, his muscles trembling. For a moment, he even lost the ability to speak. It seemed as if countless years had passed under Slaanesh's torture, while in the outside world, it was but a moment.

"I was wrong, my Lord, I..." No matter how painful it was, the Demon Scourge continued to beg for forgiveness from Slaanesh.

"I'm glad you recognize this mistake. But don't let it happen again. You're not irreplaceable. Everything you are is my creation. Do you understand? Xia Laxi. Demon Disaster? My best tool, my sharpest blade."

Slaanesh's voice was filled with joy and the pleasure of sadism. However, what Slaanesh could not have imagined was that deep within the heart of the demon, a seed of resentment and anger had already been planted. It only needed the right moment to sprout!

"Very good, I can sense that a Primarch is about to come here. Slaanesh, you go to deal with him. I hope your performance will be..." However, before Slaanesh could finish his words, the communication was forcibly cut off.

The Traveler and the Emperor worked together, the latter severing the connection between Slaanesh and the demons, while the Traveler opened several portals across the battlefield. Groups of Legionnaires and Eldar warriors quickly entered the battlefield through the portals.

"Slaanesh!" Scourge roared in shame and anger! Now that Slaanesh couldn't monitor him, Scourge began to vent his pain and anger. He believed he had done Slaanesh justice and had won countless wars for him that should have been lost, yet now, he was being punished for a few complaints.

Slaanesh was right: S-types are all about extreme emotions. As hatred surged within him, Demon Disaster nearly lost control of his emotions. At this moment, without anyone monitoring him, a very bold idea suddenly occurred to Demon Disaster. Even he was startled by the thought!

(Slaanesh will still punish his beloved generals. In the background, because he was exiled by the Grey Knights, Sharasi Demonsbane was imprisoned in the Palace of Punishment by Slaanesh for 600 years. After he was released, he went to hunt down the Army of the Dead.)

"The arrival of a Primarch seems to be a good thing. Maybe there will be unexpected gains." After the adjustment, Demon Disaster stood up and touched his chin with interest. Unconsciously, he actually wanted to turn that rebellious and bold idea into reality!

"Lord of the Dark Crows, I'm here. I hope you won't let me down." Mozai said with a smile.

Meanwhile, in space, the Eldar and Raven Guard fleets had already emerged from the Webway, with over 1300 warships of various types filling the battlefield in a remarkably short time. The sheer scale of the Imperial fleet left the rebels feeling a wave of despair, but this was not the end of it.

When the immense Craftworld ships, some as large as mountains, emerged from the Webway, the massive warships, the mountain-like weapons, and the immense pressure emanating from the Eldar Death Shrines not only filled the Emperor's Children with despair, but even the Daemons of Slaanesh lost their composure. The Eldar Death God was born for vengeance, and his deep hatred for the Slaanesh clan and his special attacks made the Daemons feel the edge of their sword!

"Let's start, destroy everything!" Following the signal sent from the Ark World Ship, the attack spearhead composed of dozens of Void Dragons and Iron Thorn-type battleships pointed directly at the rebel fleet. This time, the Eldar warships, which were originally known for their maneuverability and flexibility, chose the hard steel front. The dense light spears and macro-cannon firepower instantly opened a gap in the rear line of the Emperor's Children fleet. Then hundreds of warships of various types rushed towards the Emperor's Children fleet like a tide. Under the dual advantages of huge quantity and quality, the so-called tactics and skills no longer made sense.

At this moment, neither the collapsed fleet nor the hunted Emperor's Children and Fulgrim mattered to him, because at this moment, the only target in his eyes was Curze, and his only goal was to defeat Curze and gain his power.

Chapter 400 Emperor: You're actually trying to steal Slaanesh's girl?! (8K)

"Your fleets are failing, your brood are wailing. Can you feel it, Fulgrim?" Curze sneered, wiping the blood from his cheek. The battle between the two had raged for hours. When the Emperor and the Traveler's heralds descended, Fulgrim could no longer secure the support of Slaanesh's legions. The Warp servants of both sides clashed in a single blow, while the few remaining mortal forces were scattered, each fighting on their own. Curze, taking advantage of his home turf, fought Fulgrim while on the run.

Fulgrim was still stronger than Curze, even more so now that he had received Slaanesh's blessing. Curze had been struck several times, his heavy armor shattered, and the wounds, tainted by Slaanesh's poison, began to rot. Even Curze was surprised. Under normal circumstances, he would have collapsed from such injuries. But now, he was still able to stand, even barely able to resist Fulgrim's attacks.

"It must be my father's might!" Curze could swear he had never respected and worshipped his father so much as he did now. The Eldar and Raven Guard fleets had arrived, and Curze had foreseen this event from prophecy. What followed was a crushing defeat. Curze witnessed the fall of the Emperor's Children. But he had not foreseen Fulgrim's fate.

"Perhaps you're right," Fulgrim panted. Curze's lightning claw had torn a wound across his abdomen, and blood flowed continuously. He tried to seal the wound with the power of Slaanesh, but failed. The golden power devoured Fulgrim's strength and vitality, and he felt as if he had fallen into a trance. He found himself recalling the warm moments he had shared with the Emperor. Back then, he had adored and loved his father so much. His father had been so powerful and perfect. Yet, now, his father was still powerful and perfect, and he stood in opposition to him.

"But so what? All this is just the price I pay for becoming more perfect. If I can become more perfect, do offspring and legions matter? No, they are just embellishments, and I am the foundation!" Suddenly, Fulgrim roared hysterically, his eyes turned into snake pupils, and a purple shadow appeared behind Fulgrim. At this moment, Fulgrim rushed towards Koz with a strange cry like a puppet.

BANG! With a violent collision, Curze was knocked back by Fulgrim, the blow nearly costing him one arm. Before he could react, Fulgrim lunged forward again, his left-handed sword piercing Curze's other arm and pinning him to the ground. Fulgrim then thrust his right sword straight at Curze's chest.

"Originally, I just wanted your power, not your life." Fugen showed a sick smile on his face, which also contained a ferociousness and a hint of resistance.

"But now, you've made me and my legion pay a huge price. I'm angry, very angry! I'm your teacher, I've taught you many things, but now, I want to end you with my own hands..."

Fugen wanted to thrust the blade forward, but his trembling arms were unable to complete the action. Coze was surprised to find that behind Fugen was a man with an unrecognizable face. He held Fugen's hand with both hands and prepared to thrust the sword, but Fugen was very resistant in his heart.

"I wanted to enjoy the perfect sublimation with you." Finally, Fugen put away the sharp blade in his hand temporarily. He took out a small black ball and activated the seal on it. At this moment, Koz felt that he was imprisoned, and the power in his body began to dissipate rapidly, and this power was absorbed by Fugen.

The latter's wounds began to heal. He was overcome by an unprecedented sense of power. But at the same time, his perception decreased significantly. Fugen felt as if his mind was lost in a hot spring. A golden hot spring?

When the power he absorbed began to burn his soul, Fulgrim felt that something was wrong: "It's the Emperor, the power of the Abomination!" Fulgrim stepped back in horror. He tried to exclude this power, but compared with Slaanesh and the Emperor, it was not strong enough!

Just as Fulgrim was losing his composure, a shadowy figure entered the arena with a swift and graceful step. Without the two Primarchs noticing (after all, both were seriously injured), he had already arrived behind Fulgrim and drew out an old woman's sword.

"Puff!" With the sound of a sharp blade piercing through skin, the sword pierced Fugen's back accurately and hit his heart! At this moment, the attacker spoke.

"O Phoenix of Chemos, the great Eldar God of the Dead has asked me to send His greetings to you. Now there is a question for you to answer: repentance or death?" Nyadra whispered in Fulgrim's ear with a smile. Suddenly, Fulgrim's head twisted 180 degrees like a snake, and his face became blurred.

"A bunch of dead leftovers dare to ruin my good deeds?" A hoarse yet charming voice rang out in Niadra's ears. Then Fugen's two arms began to grab Niadra in the opposite direction.

"You are so depraved, so depraved that you can't even fight." Nyadra chuckled and retreated, avoiding Fulgrim or Slaanesh's counterattack. At this moment, Curze stood up, golden flames spreading under his feet, and the lightning claw on his left hand also changed, its appearance somewhat similar to the one on the Emperor's left hand.

"The traveler once asked me a very interesting question. That is, if in the future, we can kill one of the Chaos Gods, then the greatest possibility is you!" Koz's strange voice echoed on the battlefield. Koz smiled and walked slowly forward, and the golden field began to expand.

"I am the primordial destroyer, the mighty one, and I am immortal!" Slaanesh screamed.

"The throne and authority may be eternal, but the existence above them may not be." Curze suddenly accelerated, and the lightning claw of his left hand pierced through Fulgrim's body in an instant. Slaanesh originally wanted to block it, but Fulgrim was too seriously injured, which made Slaanesh powerless. As expected, Curze pierced Fulgrim's other heart.

"The battle will continue. You chose to fight us, but we have no say in its end." Curze, after delivering the blow, retreated. Niadra, however, remained silent. Footsteps could be heard in the distance, the remnants of the Emperor's Children attempting to rescue their Primarch.

"It's not time yet, we can go, great sir. Besides, this body cannot withstand your power for a long time. Koz needs to rest and heal." Niyadra said to Koz.

"I know." Then the two disappeared from the station.

"Father......."

"My lord!" A group of Phoenix Guards arrived, carrying the unconscious Fulgrim away and heading towards a battle barge. As for the Emperor's Pride? Well, half of those aboard were warriors from Douya's Affiliate, and half were Raven Guard! Fulgrim had already lost his flagship in a daze! While unconscious, he had entered a dream world.

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He arrived at a vast lake and stood before it. The waters were stained with a riot of color. The purple waters, emanating an aura of luxury, indulgence, and decadence, were gradually being eroded by the golden waters, radiating majesty and light. Fulgrim subconsciously gazed toward the purple waters and saw what he had longed for: the realm of Slaanesh, its six-ringed silver palace. He could even discern the figure of a deity within, through the layers of ornate and exquisite veils.

However, this figure was not in good condition. A very obvious scar was left on his stomach, and even now, something was constantly leaking out. This figure sat slumped on the throne, revealing a sense of weakness, but at this moment, he was still venting his anger, cursing certain beings with a prophecy that Fulgrim could not hear clearly.

"You can't! Slaanesh!" A slightly playful voice rang out in Fulgrim's ears. This voice filled Fulgrim with deep fear, because he remembered the owner of this voice, a true god who had easily dealt with him in a joke! Fulgrim was truly terrified! He immediately hid to the side, watching a blue figure walk towards the purple water.

"Traveler! I curse you, I swear..." Slaanesh's rage came from the bedroom.

"You are bleeding, you are weak. Your birth itself was inherently flawed. You were born after absorbing the power of the Eldar God Court. That power is not yours. Although the Eldar were quite corrupted in the past, there were still elements of goodness among them. But you are unable to digest them."

"You can't do it, Slaanesh. I gave you the chance but you are useless! Hahaha." The figure that looked like the Traveler laughed loudly, mocking Slaanesh who fell on the bed.

"A mortal who was promoted by chance, a mortal who relied on the Emperor and the dead survivors to barely get to the table. You are too arrogant..."

"Slaanesh, if you dare to speak rudely to me again, I don't mind taking some time after the Great Heresy to visit your territory. Do you want to try?" The traveler's words were full of threats!

"You..." Slaanesh was about to call you crazy! But then he thought about this newly deified guy's past reputation. He'd said he'd annihilate the entire alien family, and he meant it. And now, what if this guy and the other gods of order really wanted to talk to him?

Are there instances of one deity blocking the doorstep of another deity in the background? Of course, there are, though not often. But there are definitely a few instances.

For example, the other three Unholy Gods blocked Old T's path, forcing him to destroy his staff. Another example is the Emperor blocking the gates of Nurgle and setting them on fire. So, once the Heresy ends and the Unholy Gods' influence in the Warp is gone, the Emperor and the Traveler will hold a grudge.

And Slaanesh was truly frightened. Perhaps he had previously disdained the traveler, but now, after being stabbed, Slaanesh knew the pain! Not all pain can be transformed into pleasure!

"Aren't you and Tzeentch your mortal enemy? If you're going to stop him, it's Tzeentch." A golden figure appeared beside the traveler. Fulgrim recognized him; it was his father! Fulgrim was certain he couldn't escape his father's gaze, but now, the Emperor seemed unconcerned. Fulgrim didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse. After all, he had once been one of the Emperor's favorite children, enjoying privileges unmatched by many of his brothers. But now...

"It's because Slaanesh is so weak. Let's practice on a weak one first." The traveler's calm words were like a dagger, stabbing Slaanesh's already fragile heart again.

"It's not just me who thinks so. In fact, Khorne, Tzeentch and Nurgle all think so. That's why Khorne and Slaanesh are fighting for Khaine. Nurgle snatched Isa from Slaanesh. And Tzeentch doesn't even bother to pay attention to Slaanesh. It would be bad if we don't get something from Slaanesh, right? Isn't it customary to step on Slaanesh first after becoming a god?" The traveler pretended to be innocent.

"Pfft..., hahaha." The Emperor couldn't help but laugh. "So, what do you think, Slaanesh?" The Emperor looked at Slaanesh, his eyes radiating a deathly silence and cruelty. This time, Slaanesh chose silence. For a moment, the Silver Palace was completely silent!

And it wasn't just Slaanesh's defenses that were breached at this moment. Fulgrim was also devastated, for he saw that the being he wanted to worship was such a coward... the kind who wouldn't dare to fight back even when faced with an enemy god. What the hell did this have to do with perfection and elegance?

The purple water began to retreat, while the golden water refused to compromise, purifying the other bit by bit. Wherever it proved too difficult to purify, a black flame would ignite. This blaze, so chilling it could incinerate everything in the world, was enough to send waves of burning pain through his body. Suddenly, he realized that this inner lake seemed to lie deep within his consciousness!

The battle between the gods was relentless, their struggle unfolding on every level, even raging within the very minds of their pawns. Do you really think only evil gods are ruthless and brutal? The Emperor and the Traveler were equally brutal. When the power gap between the two sides reached a certain point, the most effective strategy was to use force to defeat skill.

Meanwhile, Slaanesh, already weakened, was steadily becoming a weaker opponent. As the Emperor and Slaanesh clashed, Fulgrim felt waves of dizziness creeping in, his mind threatening to slip back into sleep. But even before this, he was utterly disappointed in Slaanesh. How could such a fragile and weak being be the target of his pursuit and the object of his loyalty? For the first time, Fulgrim felt a wave of deep regret.

"The outcome is decided, and it seems even better than we imagined. We can gather as complete a Fulgrim as possible, leaving Slaanesh with only delusion and impurities." The Emperor sighed, a smile spreading across his face. Clearly, the collaboration between the two had made Fulgrim realize Slaanesh's weakness. From the very root of it, Fulgrim began to doubt his own convictions. He subsequently did many things that paved the way.

"That's just the beginning. I'm a professional at dealing with Slaanesh. I've been the best at dealing with Slaanesh since before I left this universe." The traveler said with a smile.

"What do you mean? Because He is weak?" the Emperor asked curiously.

"Slaanesh may have advantages in corrupting mortals that other evil gods cannot match. After all, greed for pleasure and the pursuit of excitement are common problems among intelligent creatures. In the future, Slaanesh will also be a huge threat to the upper echelons of the Empire. Therefore, ideological and moral work must be carried out urgently. Some people do not want to be decent, so we must help them be decent."

"But for the Gods, especially those in my position, I have no interest in pleasure and excitement. Slaanesh's greatest power is useless to us. And he is indeed the weakest evil god. Many times, facing the siege of evil gods and their minions, I opened a gap through the Slaanesh demons." said the traveler.

"But Slaanesh also inherits the power of the Eldar Gods, and he also represents the ultimate and twisted charm and skill." said the Emperor.

"That's right, so Slaanesh is contradictory. His skills, agility and pursuit of excellence make him powerful, but his addiction to enjoyment, luxury and sensory stimulation, coupled with extreme arrogance, makes him weak. It is precisely because of this contradiction that I have set my sights on him and have reserved some backup plans for certain things." The traveler said with a smile.

"For example?" The emperor became interested.

"You once created the first batch of demon engines in human civilization." The Traveler looked at the Emperor.

"Yes, I did that for research." The emperor admitted it straightforwardly.

"Your imagination isn't big enough. I'm even more ruthless than you. Back then, when I was on the brink of death, I made a bold plan. If the time ever came, I would consider possessing the great demon, controlling him, and taking over his body! To complete my final reincarnation!"

"Holy crap..." The Emperor looked at the Traveler in shock. He had seen countless examples of demons possessing mortals, but he hadn't expected the Traveler to pull off such a stunt! But thinking back, it wasn't a big deal. After all, even if the Traveler was weakened, his status was still far higher than that of a so-called Great Demon!

"There's nothing I can do. I'm forced by the situation." The traveler said indifferently.