Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

The story then became simple: one ran, the other chased. When the Emperor's Children Legion regrouped, Fulgrim sent a message in his own name, stating that he would consider meeting Horus at the appropriate time. However, Makhnos naturally refused to accept such a response, so he continued the pursuit with his fleet, with the two sides maintaining a distance that sometimes approached and sometimes far away.

"My lord, Horus is our leader after all, and his emissaries represent the majesty of the Warmaster," Eidolon dissuaded him.

"Okay, let him come!" said Fugen.

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"My lord, our father is looking forward to your return. Our great cause needs your strength and wisdom. You are still the dazzling and proud Lord of the Phoenix." When Makhnos saw Fugen, he showed his compliments as much as possible. Although he had Horus' order, Makhnos still wanted to make the process more harmonious.

"Dazzling Son of the Phoenix? How did you know I was dazzling?" Fugen stood up suddenly, pointing angrily at the shattered fleet outside the window and roaring, "You call this dazzling? You call this pride? Open your eyes and take a look!"

"What do you mean? Are you mocking me? Did Horus ask you to say that, or do you think you can mock me like that?" Fugen took a few steps to stand in front of Makhnos, who was frightened out of his wits.

"My lord, I have no disrespect. I swear in the name of the great Primarch!" said Makhnos.

"I don't know if you were disrespectful, but I felt offended. I sensed your hypocrisy! You flattered me so you could use me and my Legion as tools of Horus in the future. Every word of your flattery was filled with poison and conspiracy! You came here to see me laugh. Otherwise, why didn't you come before the war? And when it was over, you surrounded me like wild dogs that had smelled a foul odor. A pack of wild dogs!" Fulgrim yanked out his sword! But just as he was about to strike, N'Kari, who was standing next to him, hugged Fulgrim.

"My lord, you need to calm down. The current situation does not allow you to act so rashly. Horus and his legion are definitely our greatest support at the moment. We..." However, just as Enkali was trying his best to persuade and stop Fulgrim, the two of them suddenly felt a vibration from the warp. A huge fleet was crossing the warp and heading here. Perhaps in a few minutes, or perhaps dozens of minutes, this fleet would arrive!

"Damn it! What's going on?" A faint veil of malice suddenly alerted Fugen, realizing that the enemy was not friendly. "Prepare for battle! Line up and prepare for battle!"

"Makhnos, you know what to do, right?" Fugen did not hide his malice at all.

"I know, my lord. The Sons of Horus and the Emperor's Children always stand together," Makhnos said quickly. Meanwhile, in the Warp, aboard the Abyssal Terror, surrounded by numerous warships, Lorgar, through his psychic powers, watched the Emperor's Children fleet shifting formations in preparation for battle, lost in thought.

"Lord Horus's subordinates found Lord Fulgrim earlier and wanted to persuade him to go back, but now it seems that the effect is not good. If it were us..." Kor Phaeron said carefully.

"I believe Fulgrim will agree to my suggestion. He has no choice." Lorgar looked out the window at the fleet. To ensure the success of this operation, Lorgar had concentrated an absolutely overwhelming force: a full 6 Word Bearers and their accompanying fleet. Fulgrim's force was estimated at only 1.5, and most of his ships were damaged! Lorgar came to see Fulgrim. When necessary, there was no need for negotiation!

"Sir, if a conflict breaks out," Angertai, the blessed son beside Lorgar, warned carefully.

"Then do you have a better idea?" Luo Jia looked at his confidant with a rare smile on his face.

"You should at least maintain respect for Lord Fulgrim. You have currently gained the favor of the Blood God, and Lord Fulgrim has been severely injured. Even in a one-on-one situation, you have the advantage. Therefore, if you can have a private communication with him, then I think the effect will be better. I am willing to accompany you." Angertai bowed and saluted.

"My lord, this is too dangerous." Kor Phaeron tried to dissuade Lorgar. After all, in his opinion, their side already had a significant advantage, and if Fulgrim wanted to avoid a fight, he had no choice but to submit. There was no need to take the risk.

"Send a message to my brother and tell him I want to meet him." Lorgar ignored Korphan and said directly. Korphan glared at Angertai fiercely when he left. The malice in his glare almost made the demon in Angertai burst out.

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"Fulgen, would you please speak to me alone? Just you and me. Because what I want to discuss is something only the Primarch has the right to know." Lorgar told Fulgrim straight out of the gate on a neutral warship. He needed Fulgrim's cooperation, and he needed Fulgrim's genuine help, not just a formality. Therefore, Lorgar was willing to share most of the forbidden information with Fulgrim.

"Haha, only the Primarch? I'm very interested, but if what you say bores me, I don't mind leaving some marks on you." Fugen said, stroking the hilt of the sword at his side.

"You'll definitely be interested." Lorgar then made an invitation. This pleased the sensitive and easily agitated Fulgrim. After all, Lorgar had an absolute advantage in the current situation, but Lorgar was still willing to lower his stance, which Fulgrim found very helpful.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?" After making sure that there was no one else around, Fugen spoke first.

"About survival and advancement." Lorgar's first sentence caught Fulgrim's attention.

"Are you mocking me?" Fugen said with a cruel expression.

"No, this is definitely not a mockery, but a problem we need to face. The gods we chose don't seem as powerful as we imagined. Our father and the traveler are even stronger, and they have gradually gained the upper hand. If this continues, our situation will be extremely dangerous. How do you think our self-proclaimed loyal brothers, our father, and the mysterious traveler will treat us?"

"If we win, nothing will be a problem," said Forgen.

"We can't win," Lorgar said with a wry smile. "You know what? We've been deceived. The gods can't give us what we truly desire. Our father, however, might be the one to grant us true power. If I had a choice, if I could go back in time, I would eliminate Kor Phaeron, Erebus, and the rest of them. I would use my psychic energy to sear their souls until the universe is annihilated!"

"Haha, what you call piety is the pursuit of power? You have no principles at all." Fugen sneered.

"Is there anything wrong with pursuing power?" Lorgar asked in return.

"So, what do you want to do now? Beg for our father's forgiveness? How dare you ask that of me?"

"No, our father will not forgive us. Even if he is willing to give us a chance, the other brothers and travelers will not. This empire is no longer decided by the Emperor alone. So we can only go down one path. And if we want to survive, we need to cooperate, Fulgrim, it's that simple." Lorgar said sincerely.

"Haha, shouldn't we ask Horus for this kind of thing?" Fulgrim asked. "His messenger is outside."

"Horus' fate is sealed. He will eventually face the Emperor," Lorgar said coldly.

"This..." Fugen was stunned.

"So, I don't need to explain the result, right? Even with the Chaos God's blessing, it's useless. After all, the gods have already consumed too much in the previous battle, and there is not much power left for Horus."

"You deceived Horus, led him down this path, and then sent him to his death. What was your motive? He was so kind to us." Fulgrim stood up abruptly, drawing his sword. "You fell into this quagmire yourself, and you took him with you!" As the last word left his mouth, Fulgrim threw himself forward.

With the clash of blade and hammer, Fulgrim was knocked back by the immense force. Then he charged forward once more, furious as never before. He had been deceived, betrayed, deceived by Slaanesh, whose promises of perfection were nothing. He had been deceived by Lorgar, and he had been promised a glorious future. And now, right before his eyes, Lorgar had casually decided the fate of Fulgrim's best brother.

"There's no such thing as perfection. Perfection is a relative concept." Lorgar swung his hammer, leaving streaks of shadows in the air. With unprecedented agility and strength, Lorgar parried Fulgrim's attacks one by one. Meanwhile, Lorgar, previously a mediocre martial artist, now possessed a skill equal to Fulgrim's.

"You are pursuing an illusory concept. What you worship, what you believe in, is not powerful!" Lorgar's hammer slammed heavily onto Fulgrim's blade, the immense impact nearly causing Fulgrim to lose his grip. Then, Lorgar lunged forward and landed a fierce fist on Fulgrim's chest, sending him flying.

"But now, I can give you a chance, a chance to touch divine power." Lorgar paused, watching Fulgrim gasp on the ground. "Now make your choice, Fulgrim. Will you continue to follow Slaanesh, the worst of the gods, and beg for his illusory protection? Or will you take a chance and embark on the path of true ascension, rather than existing as a lowly demon prince? The choice is yours."

"Why did you choose me?" Fulgrim asked, standing up. The wounds inflicted by the Chosen One caused him unbearable pain.

"Should I discuss such things with a mad beast, a Barbarus, or a cunning and vicious wizard? Fulgrim, you have always been the most dazzling among our brothers, so I can only look for you." Lorgar said.

"Haha, should I thank you for thinking highly of me?" Fugen said self-deprecatingly.

"We are partners, my brother. We can gain divine power together, and after this rebellion is over, we will continue to support each other. I truly consider you a friend," Lorgar said. "I'm even willing to share the secret of divine power with you, something the gods will never grant."

"Then where does your divine power come from?"

"Khorne, I made a deal with him. I was willing to sacrifice all of me and my legions to a massive and bloody battle, and Khorne agreed to give me power. I am willing to share it with you to deal with our enemies." Lorgar said seriously.

"Hehe, to deal with Guilliman or other brothers? Or to deal with our father?" Fulgrim said sinisterly.

"These divine powers are just our trump cards for self-preservation. Don't try to use divine power against our brothers. Remember, if your hands are stained with the blood of your brothers, the Emperor and the Traveler will not forgive me. Remember this, my brother!" Lorgar told Fulgrim his bottom line without hesitation.

"I'm surprised you're so frank." After hearing what Luo Jia said, Fugen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Luo Jia would be so sincere.

If Lorgar had said that he had given Fulgrim his power solely to counter Guilliman or the incarnation of the god, Fulgrim would have simply vanished without a word. After all, the level of the Traveler and the Emperor was beyond Fulgrim's imagination. Even with a modicum of divine power, if Fulgrim faced the Traveler, the Traveler would have had the final say. It had nothing to do with Fulgrim's efforts.

If he directed his divine power at Guilliman, Fulgrim couldn't believe how furious the Emperor would be, ready to tear him apart! And now, Lorgar had made it clear, and for Fulgrim, this time, Lorgar was truly aboveboard!

"Okay, this time I stand on your side. It's not because of your strength, but because of your honesty." Fugen finally surrendered.

"Very good." A strange smile appeared on Luo Jia's face.

"And what about the children of Horus?"

"It's very simple, just let him go back and let him make up his own reason." Luo Jia said with a smile.

"You disobeyed the Warmaster's orders," Fulgrim said.

"So what?" Lorgar asked with a smile. Just when Lorgar and Fulgrim reached an agreement, Angron's army encountered great trouble.

Chapter 406 Black Knight: I Have a Plan

"Welcome, Lord Loken. I have long heard of your name." After Loken boarded Sigismund's flagship, the Emperor's Spear, Sigismund personally led a team to greet the former Luna Wolves' forge director and his guards.

The encounter between the two fleets was a stroke of luck. Sigismund's fleet had originally intended to support Perturabo, but Chaos proved less than formidable. By the time the Imperial Fists arrived, the rebels had already withdrawn. The Iron Warriors Legion was resting. After their audience with Perturabo, the Imperial Fists were somewhat bewildered. While the Fourth Legion was hospitable, they were resting after a massive battle. But the Imperial Fists had no excuse.

So, shamefaced, the Black Knights rejected their allies' offer and decided to lead their fleet on an expedition. There were many targets. The battle between the Phoenix and the Bat hadn't yet begun, while the Dark Angels and Salamanders were battling the Dark Forgers. The battle was gathering on Macragge. The Imperial Fist's leaders gathered to deliberate on their next move.

Originally, based on close ties, the Imperial Fists were most willing to help Jonson. However, the Dark Angels were too far away to reach them in a short time. As for the Night Lords? Sorry, the two sides were truly unfamiliar. So, after some hesitation, the Black Knights decided to head towards Macragge, taking care of any enemies they encountered along the way.

The ensuing battle went smoothly. After all, Dorn was very kind to his favorite offspring. The Black Knight also had tens of thousands of canned goods under his command. Small-scale rebellions and the Dark Mechanicus were no problem at all. This left the Black Knight feeling somewhat unsatisfied. However, just a few days ago, the Black Knight received a strange distress report. Judging by the encoding, it should be from the Luna Wolves, but the warship sending the message was probably a Splendid-class battleship. However, based on the information currently collected, it seems that no Splendid-class battleship has rebelled.

So, feeling somewhat capable, Sigismund decided to go and see. If they were loyalists, he'd lend a hand; if it was a trap, he'd destroy it. This wasn't recklessness or arrogance on the part of the Black Knights, but rather the fact that the main rebel force had just experienced a decisive battle, making a full-scale deployment impossible. A few small fry simply couldn't defeat the Black Knights. Then, the Black Knights encountered the isolated fleets of Loken and Torgaddon!

"After the Battle of Dal'Khan, why did you come here? Where are the other loyalists?" The Black Knight still had great respect for Loken. After all, Loken's deeds could be described as heroic and great. And Loken's management and farming skills were beyond the Black Knight's reach.

"Akulduna led the loyalists of the Emperor's Children to search for their Primarch, believing there was a way to save Fulgrim from corruption. Garro and his Death Guard Legion were summoned by the Emperor's Chamber to carry out a covert mission. And I and my men have been fighting behind enemy lines. That's it." Loken said with a sigh.

Loken could have left at any time if he wanted, but he refused to resign himself. His hard work had vanished in an instant, and this painstaking effort weighed heavily on his heart. Originally rational and intelligent, he instead fell prey to a kind of obsession. Trapped behind the rebel lines, he and his legion faced constant pursuit and interception from all sides. The losses were heavy. Yet, Loken and his men seemed to relish this life, a life of bloody battles for revenge!

"You need to rest," the Black Knight said sincerely. "We sharpen our swords to better kill the enemy, so proper rest is necessary. My fleet can take you to..."

"Your Excellency's fleet is well-supplied," Loken interrupted the Black Knight. "My warriors are very familiar with the situation here. I believe that if we cooperate with you, we will be a great help to your legion. Give us supplies and resources so that we can continue the fight. After the rebellion is over, I will repay you."

Loken could indeed repay the debt. Long before the Battle of Dal'Khan, the Emperor had promised him a small, sub-sector to rule as the future home of the loyalist Luna Wolves. He even offered him numerous options. For this promise alone, Loken could even sell ore to repay the debt.

"If we work together, we can choose a very good prey instead of just fighting small battles like before," said Locke.

"Huh?! Bigger prey? How big?" The Black Knight became interested.

"At least 2 World Eaters and their conscription worlds. I've been eyeing them for a long time, but I didn't have the ability before." Loken licked his cracked lips and said.

"Please come in and take a seat!" Sigismund waved his hand. The temptation for the Black Knight was too great. A legion's recruitment world, and 2 chopping and slashing. If this could be solved, at least he wouldn't have to be criticized by his father when he returned.

Later, in the integrated tactical command hall of the Emperor's Spear, Loken saw Polux busy at work.

"Polax is the best blacksmith in the legion. Taking into account the position and job allowance, his salary is higher than mine." The Black Knight introduced half-seriously and jokingly.

Originally, the Legion's soldiers didn't need Imperial currency. Food, drink, and toilet supplies were all provided by the Legion itself. However, with the emergence of travelers and the influx of ancient physical ceilings, the Legion's large toys have grown in number, always catching the interest of these muscular men.

So, each legion took advantage of the situation and created something like virtual currency. These coins could be exchanged for additional equipment for themselves, their guards, or their subordinate units. After all, the legion might not be short of plasma guns, but they were still short of inert plasma.

The Legion will provide each unit with a base level of equipment, and the subsequent equipment you receive depends on your performance. Your contribution to the Legion directly determines the type of equipment you receive. Many pieces of equipment can be retained or passed down to future generations.

"Excuse me," Polux said, smiling as he stepped forward to shake Loken's hand. "My skills are limited, and I'm just flattering my peers."

"Well, let's get started now and talk about the planet Bert." After a brief greeting, the Black Knight quickly got to the point.

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"Although Angron's homeworld is Nukeria, he only feels anger and hatred for it. After returning to the Legion, Angron chose to establish a recruitment base on a planet called Bert. It's a desolate and arid planet, crowded with recruits transported from various worlds. It's also an important industrial world, initially staffed by the World Eaters' own elite, and then joined by the Word Bearers. I've been there and have a good understanding of its defenses. After all, much of the equipment was originally provided by the Luna Wolves."

"Afterwards, Angron was punished by the Emperor. Although he was later released, the World Eaters Legion was divided, with only a portion of its members following their Primarch. The shortage of manpower was extremely serious, so the World Eaters, with the help of the Word Bearers and other Tech-Priests, developed a method that combined incubators and memory transplants to quickly produce Legionnaires. Of course, they also eliminated some necessary steps. As a result, the troops were not lacking in numbers, nor were they lacking in equipment."

"After the previous war, the World Devourer Legion was split into several parts. One fleet went to the Forge World for repairs and replenishment, another was dispersed across the country. And another portion returned to Burt to receive new recruits and equipment. I also took action there before, but the troops were insufficient." Loken explained Burt's basic situation. It was a tough nut to crack.

"While the fleet here is powerful, it's not invincible. We carry sufficient vortex weapons and bipolar torpedoes," the Black Knight said. The Black Knight had no intention of engaging in a standard planetary battle, controlling the upper orbits and then simply bombing the planet.

"It's not that simple. What do you think, Lord Pollax?" After saying this, Locke looked at Pollax, who was silently looking at the information about the planet Bert.

"The other side has already prepared countermeasures. In addition to various defensive equipment, if we want to destroy a planet, we actually have to use bipolar torpedoes to attack the weak parts of the earth's crust and then detonate the planet. Bert has reinforced these vulnerable areas and set up large void shields and air defenses. It's not easy to just blow it up." said Pollax.

"Yes, indeed." Loken was pleased with Pollux's answer. The Traveler's influence was multifaceted. As the Imperium of Mankind advanced, the Traitors' abilities also improved. As the most important rebel base, Burt naturally had to consider the possibility of being devastated by bipolar torpedoes. Taking some precautions was normal.

"In that case, we must launch a landing battle, then place lethal weapons in the target area, and then detonate them all at once to blow up the entire planet." The Black Knight immediately came up with the correct solution.

"So a major war is inevitable, a bloody battle against a vast number of World Eaters and their minions. And according to my estimate, 2 World Eaters is probably just a lower limit. Angron may be there."

"Isn't that better?" A smile appeared on the Black Knight's lips.

"I like your confidence!" Loken laughed, standing up and patting the other man on the shoulder. The Black Knight's Imperial Fist Fleet had deployed with nearly 3 men, but combat and other missions had reduced their accompanying forces to around 2. Loken and Torgaddon were accompanied by over 5 loyalists, meaning the attacking force now had 5000 troops.

While the Legionaries might have the upper hand, that was the World Eaters' homeland after all, with a large number of auxiliary troops and Mechanicum forces, so the enemy would definitely have the advantage in manpower. Angron might even be there, and if Angron were there, the Black Knights might not have the upper hand in terms of Legionaries.

But the temptation here was too great. If they fought well, they could prevent the World Eaters from ever again deploying large-scale reinforcements. After all, interstellar tactical replenishment wasn't just about personnel; it also involved equipment, gene-seed reserves, and other factors. The immense value here was worth the Black Knight's risk.

"There are many World Eaters fleets here. We need to make a good plan and shorten the attack time. If we fail to capture the city for a long time, the surrounding rebels will continue to reinforce us." Polux said after studying the surrounding subspace channels.

"Then let us begin immediately!" the Black Knight declared. Meanwhile, Bert, the target of the Loyalist attack, and the World Eaters aboard remained completely unaware of the situation. Angron, however, did not disappoint the Loyalist elites; he was currently recovering from his injuries aboard Bert.

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"Sir, a new batch of recruits has been trained and they can join the legion at any time." Kahn came to Angron and reported the latest situation to him.

"Why are there so many new recruits in this batch?" Angron asked.

"Because we've reduced many of the steps," Khârn explained. The so-called steps involved having the new recruits slaughter each other to determine the strongest. This had originally been a World Eater tradition, with Angron stubbornly believing that only after sufficient bloody battles could these recruits be worthy of his gene-seed. But now, with the Legion chronically weakened, some things had to be changed. Of course, Khârn had to speak to Angron about this. Anyone else who did so would likely face Angron's axe.

"Hmph, a bunch of cowards! If it weren't for the emergency, they wouldn't even be qualified to serve as auxiliary troops." Angron snorted coldly. Lorgar's Dark Crusade was about to begin, and Angron had responded to Lorgar's call. His close relationship with Lorgar was only one factor; more importantly, Angron had only one goal: to crush the entire empire with his battle axe.

"My lord, the entire legion has become chaotic, especially those berserkers. Order is collapsing." Kahn said after hesitating for a moment.

"Isn't this your business? Go and handle it," Angron said impatiently. A wave of fatigue washed over him again. The Archangel's attacks had left Angron somewhat weak. He sensed the call of a bloody being, promising greater power, authority, and battle. It demanded that he fight in the name of Khorne. Angron hesitated. He had no heart for anything else.

"My lord, your new flagship has arrived. Won't you go and see it?" Kahn said, hoping to cheer Angron up. "It's a Glorious Queen-class battleship, fully worthy of your station." Lorgar had invested heavily in Angron's favor.

"Are you talking about the Blood God?" Angron shook his head. "Let Lotara Salin take a look. He's the captain of the flagship."

"Alright, father." Looking at the sleepy Primarch, Kahn couldn't help but shake his head. "You need to pull yourself together," Kahn thought to himself. At this moment, Kahn could not have imagined that a great war was about to break out.

Chapter 407 Traveler: This time the mouth cannon is a bit loud

A World Eaters captain watched in horror as the Black Knight pried open his skull with the hilt of his sword. In his last moments, the Khorne Berserker wondered why this guy had to use the butt of his sword to kill him when he could have used it instead.

"You exude the aura of weakness, unworthy of my sword! Is that beast Angron's head filled with orc spores? He actually lets you be his captain!" the Black Knight snorted. Then, with a puff, the World Eater captain died instantly, truly suffocated!

If the Traveler had any negative influence on the Imperium of Man, it was probably his foul mouth. Many loyalist Space Marines, especially those who had served with the Traveler, were subtly influenced. Where once he could only call out words like "traitor" and "despicable," he now learned how to inflict severe psychological damage upon his adversaries.

However, pissing off the World Eater Captain was only the Black Knight's first battle. He now wanted to find Kahn, said to be the strongest in the World Eater Legion, and engage him in a man-to-man duel. As for Angron?

If Angron dared to appear here, the Black Knights would unhesitatingly call in the volcanic cannons to decimate the land! After all, the enemy worshipped an evil god, so there was no need to argue with him about martial ethics! Just fight shoulder to shoulder. A good commander must have a flexible moral compass. Although some of the Black Knights' actions had previously made Dorn uncomfortable, they had earned praise from Perturabo, and the Iron Lord even reminded the Black Knights: after plowing the land with their cannons, don't forget to capture the enemy's heads as trophies!

Unfortunately, neither Angron, still half asleep, nor Khârn, who was commanding the fleet, seemed to give him a chance. The Black Knights, without hesitation, simply accepted the star fortress. Techmarine from the Imperial Fists and Magi from the Mechanicum quickly took control of the star fortress and trained their weapons on the World Eaters fleet.