Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Of course, just because the Star Matrix is ​​difficult to acquire doesn't mean warp travel is impossible. Especially for the Alpha Legion, which has acquired a lot of alien technology, warp travel in the fringe areas of the Empire is not impossible. In fact, if we ignore the Traveler, the Mask's method is a good idea for the Alpha Legion.

But the problem is, just because Xing Jue can't do it doesn't mean the Traveler can't do it. As a guy who can escape from the plane and come back, as a god who has taken over part of the authority of the Webway, unless Alpharius makes his home in the Four Gods' Realm, the Traveler can find you as long as he is willing to pay the price, and you can't escape even if you hide in the Eye of Terror.

"You make a lot of sense," Alpharius said, changing the subject. "Bass, I feel like you've changed a lot. Can you tell me why?"

"I've been reading some books recently on Hyrule 5. I've realized that meticulous planning, conspiracies, and skilled combat techniques alone won't bring us victory. We need industry, a large number of mortals proficient in various skills, and our own worlds and planets. So I've focused on reading these books. Guilliman's 'Chronicles of the Ultramar Sector,' which focuses on his governance philosophy and methods. Then there's 'The Establishment and Development of Industrial Worlds,' compiled by Ferrus, and 'Duty and Loyalty,' written by Lord Jonson."

"Uh..." Alpharius was speechless. Faced with this situation, he truly didn't know how to respond. Although he felt it was a little strange that his own offspring was suddenly reading the works of other Primarchs, he couldn't say anything. After all, the Legion was already in this state. If they didn't find a solution, it would be a matter of time before the Legion was destroyed.

"Okay, come up with a plan and report it to me. In the future, if you have other matters, you can come to me directly without me summoning you." Alpharius said finally.

"As you command, sir," Mask said with a smile, and then took his leave.

Chapter 404 Guilliman, you think too much.

"Father found Alpharius?" After listening to Ramon's report, Guilliman fell into deep thought.

"Yes, sir, and we have taken action. An Emperor's servant has infiltrated the Alpha Legion. With an insider, we can at least ensure that Alpharius cannot escape our sight, and guide him to do something to reduce the pressure on us." said the Emperor's servant Ramon.

"If it weren't for the imminent Chaos invasion, I'd actually like to have a good chat with my brother." Glancing at the sword beside him, Guilliman said with some emotion. He was also observing Ramon, and this time his suggestion did not arouse Ramon's objection.

"If possible, I wish to defeat my brother face to face in combat," Guilliman declared, drawing his sword. For some reason, Guilliman seemed to possess a deep-seated obsession with defeating his opponent head-on, a devotion others perceived as the weaker he became, the more he enjoyed playing... Ramon had always been reluctant to allow Guilliman to personally participate in the front lines. Even on the training grounds, Ramon had used various tactics to "persuade" Guilliman to give up certain unrealistic fantasies. But this time, Ramon said nothing, which intrigued Guilliman.

"Your reaction is strange. In the past, you always tried to dissuade me," said Guilliman.

"Yes, sir. I have always dissuaded you in the past, but things are different now. You should embrace your destiny. Lord of Ultramar, future Prime Minister of the Empire." Ramon bowed.

"My destiny?" Guilliman frowned, as if remembering something. He remembered what the Traveler Avatar had said to him, and pointed out a path to transcendence.

“I do not wish to embark on this path,” said Guilliman.

"Your Excellency's path to becoming a god is one of power, rights, and even more so, shackles and responsibilities," Ramon said.

"So, if I were to follow that path, how would my descendants and subordinates view me? A god, or something else entirely? I hope my subjects won't fall into blind obedience to me. And how would I cope with that? Would I look down upon all beings from the perspective of a god, or would I, as before, treat them as one of them?" Guilliman asked. Just as Guilliman seemed to be trapped in the logic and philosophical questioning he had woven, a figure appeared before him.

"You talk too much nonsense! I didn't think that much when I first became a god." The Traveler glanced at Guilliman with a hint of disdain. "Do you know what I see in you?"

"My lord...we are different." Guilliman said with a complicated look.

"Your conditions are so favorable that you have a seemingly optional path. For example, when three Randan war moons with fleets surrounded Macragge and you could not get other support, would you embark on this path?" asked the traveler.

"Of course I will. I must protect my subjects." Guilliman said firmly.

"Then do you know the consequences?" The traveler had an inexplicable smile on his face.

"I don't know, but I am willing to bear all the consequences. However, after the battle, I will give up this extraordinary power." Guilliman was interrupted by the Traveler before he finished speaking.

"I'm telling you, if what I just described really happened, even if you accepted the faith at the time, there would be only one outcome: you'd be beaten to death by the Randan War Moon and the Supreme Mastermind above." A hint of a sneer crossed the Traveler's face. "So what? Surprised or not?"

"Beat them to death?" Guilliman was shocked.

"Think about the experience of the Randan War. Haven't you noticed? In a single battle, when there were more than three Randan War moons, the Empire never won a single battle through conventional combat."

"You can use some power, but you can't live without it. In the face of the pressure of survival, everything else seems less important. Guilliman, you must prepare now. Khorne is serious. The Emperor and I may not be able to spare a hand to help you. A moment of hesitation on your part could result in a dozen or even dozens of planets being reduced to ash. Your legions may be vast, but they are scattered. For a group of demons, all they need is destruction and sacrifice. Your pocket kingdom will experience a catastrophe. As for the issue of power you are worried about, let me put it this way. Even if you firmly embark on this path, you actually don't have to worry about this problem for 3000 years! Do you understand?"

"Be prepared, Guilliman. If you refuse to accept the power of faith, you may be unable to defeat Angron, as he can gain unimaginable power from Khorne. Khorne's power may also drive your warriors to madness. In this case, you must bear the consequences yourself," the Traveler said with regret. Khorne was decisive and generous when necessary.

For example, during the background battle of the Anthem Engine, Khorne possessed Angron to destroy the ancient artifact, instantly empowering him to slash through warships like grass. When the Emperor himself attempted to end Angron, Khorne directly engaged and repelled the Emperor. While this may be due to the Emperor's possessed being too weak to rival the Primarch, it nonetheless demonstrates Khorne's strength and decisiveness.

For a split second, the Traveler wondered, what if Angron struck Guilliman with his axe? Guilliman, this guy, never learns from failure! Just look at how many foolish things Guilliman did before Fulgrim felled him. He split the Legion into the 1000-man Codex, refused to acknowledge his father as a god, and tore apart Ultramar. And then look at what happened after Fulgrim struck him. The first thing he did upon waking was to find a way to restore the 500 worlds, while also trying to break the Codex's manpower limit. He even accepted his father's godhood, albeit a bit passively.

Guilliman, you're still too young, too idealistic. Unlike the Traveler and the Emperor, who, having experienced so much, often trust only the sword in their hands! The Emperor and the Traveler can grant power to the High Lords of Terra, but they also always have the means to take it back.

"Okay, I'll be ready." Although Guilliman agreed, he still felt reluctant.

"Okay, now that we've come to this, I can't control what you think or what you do. After all, you have a dad. But you need to remember one thing: you must bear all the consequences of your actions. Never underestimate the darkness and enemies of the galaxy. That's all." The traveler said and left.

"My lord, we need to continue to prepare. The vanguard fleets of the Word Bearers and World Eaters Legions have arrived in Ultramar. They have divided into multiple directions to attack us, mainly harassing and plundering. Our legions have been sent out, but it will cost a huge price to catch the opponent in the vast star field. However, reinforcements from other legions have also arrived. Among them are those from the Imperial Fists Legion and the Space Wolves Legion. Although the two Primarchs were not present, they both selected the best subordinates." Ramon's words brought Guilliman back from his thoughts.

"You're right. We do need to plan carefully. We must not only win this war, but also protect the people of the Empire." Guilliman rubbed his swollen head. Honestly, if everyone were to unite and engage in a large-scale battle, Guilliman wouldn't be afraid of his opponent. After all, Guilliman currently commands over 40 Astartes Legions. This doesn't even include the troops heading to the Solar Segmentum to support Dorn, support Jonson, or besiege the Alpha Rebels.

But the problem is, Lorgar isn't going all-in. He's currently harassing, sabotaging, and sacrificing himself. He's gradually wearing down the Ultramarines' strength, concealing his plans. To this day, Guilliman doesn't know Lorgar's true target: Macragge, the capital? Or Calth, the future base for the entire sector fleet? Or somewhere else. Guilliman doesn't even know what other terrifying gadgets Lorgar and the Daemons of Khorne will unleash this time, besides the Abyssal-class super-battleships.

"We really need to plan carefully and see if there are any loopholes in our defenses," Guilliman said. Meanwhile, in a higher dimension, the Traveler was very dissatisfied with Guilliman's preparations.

"Guilliman's warfare is still a bit lacking. He's dispersed his forces and prepared for a defensive counterattack, but this isn't the best option. He'd be better off proactively seeking out the enemy's main force and attacking before they're ready. If possible, engaging them outside of Ultramar would be even better," the Traveler commented. Lorgar wasn't idle either; he was also concentrating his forces and formulating plans, and Khorne was even more so! This time, Khorne was truly sincere!

There's a saying in ancient Terra that the best defense is offense. Fighting outside is infinitely better than fighting at home. If Guilliman were skilled enough to lead a large fleet directly to a decisive battle with Lorgar, and if he found him, then all problems would be much easier. But now, Guilliman has chosen the safest approach: defending his own territory and then using his advantage inside to launch a counterattack. It's not a matter of right or wrong; it's simply a matter of choice.

"How about you go down and play for me this time?" the emperor said with a smile.

"I don't have time. I'm focusing on something important." The Traveler shook his head. "Guilliman is over 200 years old. He needs to learn to deal with some things."

"What's the matter?" the emperor asked curiously.

"Lorgar might be making a deal with Khorne, and he might even gain divine power this time!" the Traveler said gravely. The evil gods valued divine power greatly, rarely granting it to a single servant. They were content to use their own power to protect key demons.

In fact, there is only one confirmed case of this happening in the background, and that was during the Anthem Engine attack, when Angron could instantly sense the entire galactic battle. On that occasion, it was Khorne himself who struck the blow, and through Angron's body, he delivered the blow that inflicted upon the Emperor a taste of defeat.

Khorne was tyrannical, but he was no fool. He knew exactly who would lead the expedition against Ultramar. Relying on Angron to command the World Eaters would be better served by relying on a Khorne Daemon, who might be able to command them better. Therefore, Khorne knew that if he wanted to use this opportunity to stage a grand blood sacrifice, he could only rely on Lorgar. Although Lorgar's loyalty to Khorne was not particularly strong, the situation was such.

"This is truly terrible news, Guilliman?" the Emperor said with some concern. The Emperor wasn't surprised that the Traveler could sense some of Lorgar's actions. After all, the Traveler's power inherently involved exploration. So it was natural that he was stronger in prophecy. As for the Emperor, I'm sorry. His two powers, Primordial Destruction and Lord of the Imperium of Man, had no direct connection to prophecy.

"It's better for Guilliman to suffer a little loss. And from Lorgar's perspective, he may not use his divine power on Guilliman." The traveler frowned and said.

"Why?" the Emperor asked in surprise.

"Never heard of kickbacks?" the Traveler said with a smile. "Well, this is a simple matter of logical analysis. Think about it, Lorgar himself isn't particularly devout to Khorne, and the same can be said about their personal relationship. So, the relationship between the two parties is simply a transaction. Lorgar, however, has his own ideas. He's been collecting fragments of divine power crystals since Isstvan. But he's never used them against his enemies. What do you think Lorgar wants most right now?"

"He wants to gain divine power through research? That's impossible, at least not for him." The Emperor, with a single sentence, sentenced Lorgar's actions to death. After all, as a true God, the Emperor knew the essence of divine power. It was the understanding and modification of rules, the result of understanding, controlling, and wielding authority. It was a transformation of the user's essence after being blessed by the Godhead. Therefore, one must first possess some authority and some godhead before they can even think of creating divine power. Lorgar didn't understand divine power.

"Who knows? But we just need to know that Lorgar has other ideas, and he might not use them on the Primarch. As for who he will use his divine power on, we can continue to observe. Maybe what Lorgar did was not a bad thing." The Traveler said meaningfully.

"Okay, please pay more attention. I'm afraid I can't spare any energy from the battle between me and Khorne. Please take care of the Primarchs." The Emperor was straightforward.

"Besides watching over your precious sons, I have other things to do. Certain individuals should be eliminated. For example, the likes of Erebus," the Traveler said. Some individuals' fates have come to an end, their role in the long river of destiny has concluded. At this point, without the protection of Fate and other gods, it would be too easy for the Traveler to deal with them. If the Emperor's mission was to defeat Khorne, then the Traveler's mission is to clean up some of the dregs of history!

Chapter 405: Lorgar's Conspiracy and Winning Over Fulgrim (9K)

While the Empire was preparing for the upcoming Battle of Ultramar, Lorgar was also doing his own thing. This ambitious man, at this time, was really bold in some things! In fact, the Traveler still underestimated Lorgar's ambition and courage.

At this moment, in the deepest depths of the battleship Abyss, after a grand sacrifice, Lorgar, having sacrificed tens of millions of lives, finally saw the massive figure he had longed for upon the altar. Through the altar, shrouded in blood and crimson light, Lorgar beheld the tyrannical evil god seated on a brazen throne. And now, Khorne, through the layers of obstruction that separated the Warp and the real universe, gazed upon the one who had dared to summon him!

Lorgar was having a lot of fun. Others summoned demons, but he wanted to summon the evil god directly. During his sacrifice, there were some great demons of Khorne who wanted to intercept this blood sacrifice. It was not that they were disrespectful to Khorne, but because they thought that this blood sacrifice was not worthy of Khorne's personal attention.

However, when these demons were about to take the sacrifice, they were greeted by Lorgar's hammer and the dense firepower of the Word Bearers Legion! "Get out of here, you lowly creatures! I want to see your master!" said Lorgar.

This time, Lorgar showed rare bravery, defeating the demons of Khorne again and again with his hammer. Even though the demon's axe split Lorgar's power armor, even though the whip of the great demon left wounds on Lorgar's body that even the Primarch's physique could hardly heal quickly, Lorgar still stood there, defeating the enemies one by one!

"Lorgar requests an audience with the great Blood God." Finally, when Lorgar felt the gaze of the incomparable power from the Warp, he shouted the name of the Blood God and knelt on one knee in front of the huge figure.

"Your sacrifice is far from enough. Lorgar!" Khorne's voice came from the endless distance.

"There will be more in the future! As long as I have the power!" Lorgar responded.

"Haha, isn't what I gave enough?" Khorne looked at the Primarch in front of him, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"I need the ultimate power in this universe, even if only temporarily. I can offer a grand blood sacrifice, using the lives and blood of the 500 worlds of Ultramar! Only I can accomplish this. Even the strongest demon under your command is no match for me, and your legions are far inferior to mine! We walk the real universe, spreading the name of the Blood God throughout the world. We have sacrificed so much, and all this must be rewarded!"

"You are the most powerful god, and we are willing to follow your will. But we need rewards and strength to accomplish all this. I want to possess divine power, even if it is not mine, even if it is only temporary. Other evil gods have rejected me, and I believe that as the most powerful god, you should understand my value and the efforts I have made for it." Lorgar made his request to Khorne. He wanted to control the divine power, even if there were many shackles in it!

"Will you become my destined servant, like Angron?" Khorne asked.

"You need me, great Blood God. Our deeds strengthen your power. I worship the Gods of the Warp, and we see all four as one!" Lorgar responded.

"This is what you should do," said Khorne.

"I can let Fulgrim join this expedition." Lorgar suddenly spoke, and this surprised Khorne.

"Folgen?! A pretentious fellow." Khorne snorted coldly, seemingly not caring.

"But his tactics and abilities are worth your blood and skull, that's enough, my lord," Lorgar said. "And you are deeply angry about some of the Lord of Pleasure's actions."

"Hahaha." Khorne's wild laughter echoed through the hall, even the altar trembling with laughter. What was the relationship between Khorne and Slaanesh like? It certainly wasn't a perfect one. After all, shortly after Slaanesh's birth, Khorne and Slaanesh fought over Khaine, only to have Khaine shattered to the ground. Neither of them got what they wanted. Then they turned on each other. And most recently, because of Slaanesh's interference, Khorne missed out on a golden opportunity for a one-on-one duel! A chance to ascend through battle!

Of course, these are only one of the reasons. More importantly, Slaanesh has weakened. While he's still considered one of the Four Great Evil Gods, after suffering repeated heavy blows, his power has fallen far short of the other three. Slaanesh was originally allied with Nurgle, but now, when Nurgle and Tzeentch clash over Mortarion, Slaanesh has stayed away, further isolating him. Khorne, or the Evil Gods in general, love to plunder, even if it's something that belongs to another Evil God!

"Let Fulgrim and his legion of Emperor's Children offer me skulls?" Khorne stroked his chin. While they might not be able to offer many skulls, it was still a small insult, not a great deal of harm. For Khorne, it was also revenge for Slaanesh's interference in the duel on Isstvan III.

As for Lorgar's supposed loyalty? His worship of all the gods as one? Lorgar himself didn't believe it, so how could the unholy gods not see it? If Lorgar and Nurgle's relationship had been relatively good before, now, with Nurgle using Ku'gath to block Lorgar's ascension, it wasn't a complete rift, but it was truly just business. Lorgar was trying to sell himself for a good price!

As for Lorgar's future, the gods were not optimistic. After all, even if the gods did not intend to target Lorgar, even if the Emperor did not want to attack Lorgar, even if the Traveler did not kill him for the Emperor's sake, Khorne would definitely not be optimistic about Lorgar's future, because this guy was too ambitious and could not control his ambition.

Putting aside other matters, simply possessing divine power was not something Lorgar could consider right now. Divine power was powerful, but also dangerous. Temporary use of divine power was possible for a Primarch, but if one wanted to possess it long-term, consider the virtue of Horus in the background! Divine power was contaminating, gradually eroding the self that carried it.

Look at the Emperor's several manifestations in the background. Guilliman, the Primarch, held on temporarily, but during the Plague War, after the Emperor possessed him to purge Nurgle's domain, the possessed person died. The use of divine power comes at a price. The Emperor's servants can wield divine power, but with numerous limitations. Furthermore, the Emperor's servants are essentially as powerful as the Emperor and the Traveler's Archdaemon. They're quite different from Lorgar.

"Just a tool. But necessary," Khorne mused. He cast his gaze toward the fateful scene. He saw a fragment of the future Battle of Ultramar, where the Emperor and the Traveler descended upon the battlefield. This scene made Khorne's teeth ache. Khorne was belligerent and daring, but he was truly no fool!

"Help me hold the Traveler back for a moment. If you survive, the remaining power will be yours!" Khorne offered. Expecting to grant Lorgar the strength to battle the Traveler was worse than hoping for a reconciliation between Tzeentch and Nurgle. But stopping him at a crucial moment was necessary. Perhaps it would save him a great deal, perhaps even allow Angron to escape. Khorne calculated, feeling that this deal offered him some profit. Besides, Lorgar was the only tool he could use. Who else could he use as a Primarch?

Horus' fate was sealed, Mortarion was caught in the crossfire between Tzeentch and Nurgle. Angron was his, and he couldn't afford to lose him easily. Fulgrim? Khorne smiled, but remained silent. Then there was Magnus, Tzeentch's. So, as Lorgar had said, Khorne didn't have many options.

"As you wish, God!" Lorgar agreed. "I am ready to accept your power."

"We'll talk about it later." Khorne said meaningfully, "Besides, you said Fulgrim would give me his skull! Do it now! Lorgar!"

"I...I'll do it this way!" Luo Jia admitted!

"Hahaha." Along with Khorne's wild laughter, everything returned to calm, leaving only Lorgar kneeling in front of the altar, deep in thought.

"No matter what, this time, Khorne has finally promised divine power." After a moment, Lorgar stood up, his expression contorted. While the process was humiliating and extremely dangerous, at least Khorne had relented. As for whether he would actually pay, Lorgar wasn't sure. After all, even if Khorne defaulted, what could Lorgar do? It would be difficult for Lorgar, too!

But Lorgar was resilient and intelligent. He knew many deeper secrets, and he also knew that his actions would incur the envy of others. He had even witnessed various less-than-glorious endings. Indeed, Lorgar had seen his own different outcomes.

Therefore, for the future, Lorgar was ready to stake everything: his name, his soul, the very future of the Legion. At this point, Lorgar no longer worried about whether provoking Fulgrim would anger Slaanesh. After all, being hated by Slaanesh wasn't such a bad outcome. Even Lorgar felt that Slaanesh, despite being one of the Four Great Evil Gods, was a bit underwhelming!

Lorgar's decision to bring Rafugen into the fold wasn't just to vent his anger on Khorne; he had his own agenda. So far, there have been six Primarchs who have surrendered to Chaos, not even mentioning Horus.

Mortarion and Angron weren't enough. Magnus only had a small, cunning force. Lorgar could only find Fulgrim. Fulgrim was indeed quite capable, and Lorgar had his own ideas. He knew the immense damage divine power inflicted on its bearer, and even if he gained divine power, he would be vulnerable to a being of the Traveler's caliber. So, Lorgar devised a "subcontracting" strategy.

If it were possible, he would give Fulgrim a small portion of his divine power and then try to draw the Traveler's attention to Fulgrim instead of himself. Of course, as the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes, and Lorgar had no other choice. Without Fulgrim, Lorgar and the Traveler would probably be a 30/70 split: the Traveler three punches, Lorgar seven punches. With Fulgrim, at least Lorgar could try to escape. As for whether he could escape, was that something Lorgar could decide?

"Erebus, mobilize the fleet, let's go talk to one of my brothers." After walking out of the altar, Lorgar ordered the Word Bearers leaders who were waiting for him outside.

"According to your will, who are you looking for?" Erebas asked curiously.

"We will find Fulgrim and bring him and the remnants of his legion here," Lorgar said.

"My lord, Lord Horus has sent someone to find Fulgrim. A member of the Council of Four Kings has been ordered to bring Fulgrim back. At the same time, Lord Fulgrim is the Dark Prince's personal choice after all. It would not be good for us to just take him away like this, right?" Erebus said.

"So, Kor Phaeron, do you think it's appropriate for us to do this?" Lorgar did not answer Erebus, but looked at his former adoptive father.

"I am willing to comply with your will," Kor Phaeron said respectfully.

"Very good, you made the right choice. Now, you will replace all of Erebus's duties." Lorgar nodded with satisfaction and then looked at Erebus, who was lying on the side like a sieve.

"I can give you a chance and assign you to the front line. Now you can lead the troops like a company commander and fight for the glory of the gods. You should feel honored and thank me for my tolerance! After all, I didn't sacrifice you directly to the devil for questioning and violating my orders!" Lorgar snorted coldly.

"No, you can't do this..." Erebus struggled.

"Take him down!" Lorgar waved his hand, and several enchanted warriors from the Jagged Sun Legion led the former chief dark apostle away. Before the final plan was implemented, Lorgar didn't mind using the most severe means to subdue the entire legion.

"I hope all my preparations will be useful." Returning to his room, Lorgar surveyed the vast star map. He didn't dwell on the Ultramar sector for long, instead focusing his attention on the Ghoul Cluster. That was where the Dark Angels, the Salamanders, and the Dark-Forged Half-Vashtor were engaged in battle. It was also the key to his escape from his current impasse. Lorgar had a plan for the future use of divine power. He knew he couldn't effectively control it in his current state, let alone generate it himself. He needed to attain godhood and authority!

"Perturabo has been elevated in battle, but what about Guilliman? What will become of him?" Lorgar pondered. Perturabo's ascension had given him a profound boost. It could even be argued that Perturabo's success had inspired Lorgar to stake everything on this gamble. Perturabo would certainly not let him go. Lorgar believed that even with the Emperor's orders, Perturabo would continue to act on his own. After all, both Jonson and Dorn would undoubtedly support the Iron Lord. And Ferrus, Sanguinius, and Russ would likely not object.

Lorgar felt the threat of death and was horrified to discover that he could no longer glimpse the future of the Lord of Steel. The fundamental reason was that the gap between their status had widened. Perturabo was no longer the same as Lorgar! All this made Lorgar feel unable to sleep or eat!

"Everything I pursued was a scam! Bullshit perfection! In front of the powerful, it was nothing but a bubble! The Dark Prince, the object of my faith and worship, couldn't even face my father and a mortal ascender! This is a shame, a shame for the Dark Prince, and a shame for me! I originally thought that the one I chose to serve would lead me to greater perfection and power."

Fulgrim roared in anger. He frantically smashed the various artifacts he had created and collected with his sharp blade. There were pools of blood on the ground. Several legion commanders tried to dissuade him, but Fulgrim slaughtered them mercilessly. Fulgrim was like a wild beast out of control.

Fortunately, this crazy behavior did not last long. Fulgrim was continuously weakened by the power of the Death God. After a burst of venting, Fulgrim collapsed and was sent to the medical room by his descendants. When everyone thought that the weakened Fulgrim would be more honest, Fulgrim was thinking about other things.

"Slaanesh's gaze has weakened." Fulgrim, having calmed down, felt the changes in his body and mind. He felt Slaanesh's blessing and gaze gradually fade away. He even vaguely felt that what Slaanesh had promised him was so shameful and filthy. A little bit of rationality was returning, though not much, but it had planted a seed.

Of course, these were merely Fulgrim's fleeting thoughts. Even more terrifying was the situation he found himself in. Slaanesh finally took action, though not entirely successfully. Vaal's iron felt was blocked by the Traveler and the Emperor. However, the aftermath of the battle allowed Fulgrim and a few other lucky individuals to escape.

However, even after they emerged, the vast majority of the Legion's officers, soldiers, and equipment could not escape. Thus, after gathering the remaining forces, the Emperor's Children, which once numbered over 10, could no longer muster even 2. (After Fulgrim's first punishment, a number of loyal Emperor's Children left, and then the majority of them were lost in battle against the Night Lords.)

Now, with Slaanesh's influence weakened, Fulgrim must consider his own actions. After all, the Night Lords and the Raven Guard are still clearing out the remnants of the Emperor's Children. Slaanesh, once relied upon by Fulgrim, has proven somewhat unreliable.

Fulgrim began to fear what would happen to him when his loyal brothers and his father came looking for him. However, he hesitated to confront Horus. On the one hand, he didn't want to face his former brother as a loser. On the other hand, he had a vague feeling that meeting Horus was not a good option.

"The brotherhood we once had is gradually disappearing, replaced by conspiracy and calculation. The so-called perfection is a deception, and the sublimation and the Space Marines deciding their own destiny is also a ridiculous lie. We are a tool, whether in the hands of the Empire or the evil gods. We are nothing more than pawns of the superiors." lamented Fulgrim.

"My lord, Makhnos, the envoy of Lord Horus, requests to see you. The Sons of Horus fleet has caught up with us." At this moment, Eidolon's voice came from the communicator.

"Damn it! Everyone, everyone is forcing me! What's even more unbearable is that a Makhnos, a company commander, actually dares to tell me what to do! What gives him the right?" Upon hearing this news, Fugen, who had originally calmed down, suddenly became irritated again! At this moment, Fugen was jumping back and forth between rationality and madness.

Under the guidance of the Dark Gods, Makhnos found Fulgrim shortly after he escaped from the encirclement. However, at that time, Fulgrim had just escaped in a panic, and the people left around him were not even as many as Makhnos's fleet. The Pride of the Emperor was also lost, so Mahnos did not believe that Fulgrim would be in such a dilapidated fleet.

The Emperor's Fleet, which had become a frightened bird at that time, did not dare to approach the Sons of Horus. After all, Eidolon and others did not know what the other party would do once they knew that Fulgrim was injured and unconscious.