Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Lorgar wondered if some ritual could increase the Rebellion's mobility. Unfortunately, none of the Chaos Gods specialized in flight. So, with Khorne's support, Lorgar devised a makeshift ritual. According to this ritual, the Rebellion would perform an initial sacrificial ceremony on eight planets in Ultramar. After the ritual was complete, and the Warp and physical universe were filled with bloodshed, the Rebellion's movement would increase, and Khorne's power in reality would be strengthened. Ultimately, the Rebellion would choose a location for a decisive battle with the Loyalists.

This is the plan, and it depends on how everyone does it.

"So, do we need to lead our own group?" asked Fugen.

"No, we must be together." Lorgar pointed to himself and then to Angron.

"That won't be very effective," Fulgrim's expression changed slightly. He had already heard a terrible hidden meaning in Lorgar's words: the protection of the evil gods was already very limited. If they were scattered, even the Primarch could be killed! And if it were just the officers and soldiers of the Legion, their manpower would be even more disadvantaged.

Although there were three legions, the Emperor's Children had been crushed in the previous war, and Angron's World Eaters had suffered two consecutive defeats, leaving them severely weakened. The Word Bearers were in much better shape, but they were facing the Ultramarines. According to Lorgar's estimates, Guilliman must have falsified the legion numbers! After all, once the battle began, the numbers were clearly off.

"We tried our best." Lorgar answered Fulgrim's question perfunctorily.

"Haha, this is just a business deal. It has nothing to do with piety or faith," Fugen thought to himself. Honestly, Chaos' faith has collapsed. If Lorgar in the background truly worshipped Chaos and treated the Chaos God as his father, then Lorgar in this plane is truly treating this as a business deal. He even disdains the so-called "choice of the gods" because it's too little.

Lorgar was like this, and Fulgrim was even more so. This shameful thing called Slaanesh not only resented Fulgrim, but also unsettled him. His biggest worry now was what would happen if Slaanesh could no longer be contained, and he were to be stopped by his loyal brothers or the Emperor himself. No, perhaps being stopped by the Emperor wasn't the worst option; being stopped by the Traveler was the worst. After all, the Emperor was his father.

The plan was drawn up. With limited forces at their disposal, Fulgrim and Angron were merely supporting figures in this expedition, and the two Primarchs were somewhat absent-minded. The meeting ended rather quickly.

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"Demon Scourge, I'm surprised you're willing to join me on this expedition." Back on his flagship, Fulgrim said to the chief demon of Slaanesh with a complicated expression.

Honestly, their relationship wasn't harmonious at first. They even clashed. But now, Fulgrim had to admit that Demon Scourge's skills were truly exceptional. Whether in command, combat, or psychic abilities, he was absolutely exceptional. At least not in a way he could currently compare to. After losing so many of his descendants, Fulgrim still felt a certain fondness for the followers who continued to fight alongside him.

After all, Slaanesh had been severely damaged, its control over Fulgrim weakened, and the phoenix that once was was slowly returning. He felt that the Slaanesh demon, Scourge, was different from the other Slaaneshes. If the other Slaaneshes were more likely to play tricks and seek excitement, Scourge truly pursued excellence. He was basically free of the extravagance and debauchery of the other Slaaneshes!

Originally, when Fulgrim was stopped by Lorgar, a considerable number of Slaanesh daemons had left, and Lorgar hadn't stopped them. But Scourge stayed. Furthermore, Fulgrim found that Scourge was a very good partner when he got down to business, if he didn't consider his foul mouth.

For some reason, the two sides had some "communication." In the first three rounds of melee combat and psychic attacks, Fulgrim didn't win. In the middle three, Demon Scourge didn't lose. In the last three, Fulgrim called for a draw, but Demon Scourge refused.

Of course, what finally broke Fugen's defense was not that he had basically never won, but because Mozai said, "The limit of a demon is basically my level." This was undoubtedly difficult for Fugen to accept.

"The subspace is no longer peaceful." Demon Disaster said with some emotion.

"The warp has never been peaceful." Fulgrim disagreed.

"The original Warp was the home of the Primordial God, but it is not now. Do you understand what I mean? New gods have appeared, they are powerful and ambitious. They want to restore the glory of the Eldar God Court." said Demon Disaster.

"Prince of Darkness..." Originally, Fugen wanted to say that the Prince of Darkness could protect them, but even he didn't believe it.

"Everything I do is to survive." said Mozai.

"If you want to survive, wouldn't it be better for you to hide in the Silver Palace of Slaanesh or stay away from the war?" Fulgrim said with some confusion.

"First, Slaanesh's Silver Palace is not safe. Once upon a time, that guy named Skarbrand broke through the first level of the Silver Palace. Second, hiding is not the solution to the problem." said Demon Disaster.

"Then what is your reason for joining the battle?" asked Fulgrim.

"Temper yourself, surpass yourself." Mozai's response was simple. "Fulgrim, if you want to survive in this galaxy, you need a deity willing and able to offer you protection. But you can't be too poor yourself. Otherwise, the deities won't have the patience or energy to care for a mortal." Mozai glanced at Fulgrim and left.

Yet, those words sent a chill through Fulgrim's bones. In that instant, he recalled, deep within his heart, the look the Emperor had given him. It was filled with anger and disgust, with only a hint of pity. It was clear to Fulgrim that his father's patience was running out. And as for the Traveler? He probably wanted nothing more than to finish him off.

Fulgrim had no doubt that the reason he was still alive wasn't because of Slaanesh's protection, but because the Emperor was still hesitating. After realizing this, Fulgrim remained silent for a long time, sitting there like a statue.

After returning to his room, Mozai carefully inspected his surroundings. After ensuring it was safe, he immersed himself in a scar in his spiritual world. It was a permanent scar left by the Traveler, but now, it served as a channel for communication. Without hesitation, Mozai informed the Traveler of the action plan of Eidolon and Lucius's fleet...

"What do you want to do in the future?" asked the traveler.

"I want to live a peaceful life for a while first." Mozai replied.

"Don't cause trouble. This request can be met."

"Thank you for the generosity of the Gods of Order." Demon Disaster said respectfully. It was obvious that the Eldar Gods also gave in, which made Demon Disaster no longer have any last reservations about turning to the light.

"Slaanesh, you are not strong enough, so I will attack you first." The traveler said with a smile.

Chapter 412: Sharokin's Hunt

"Long time no see, Your Excellency Sharokin. Welcome," Hill said respectfully upon seeing Sharokin. Honestly, if it were just based on rank, a top-three Chapter Master in the Ultramarines wouldn't have needed to be so deferential to Sharokin, the Captain of the Raven Guard. After all, within the Ultramarines hierarchy, Hill was essentially the highest-ranking person besides the five Paragons. He had the privilege of direct audience with the Primarch.

As for Sharokin? He became famous very early, although he first became famous by stepping on Horus the Younger. However, his official position has always been a company commander. Although the company is relatively large, it is still a company commander. The reason is that Sharokin still likes to lead the team in the front line of infiltration, which determines that the number of people cannot be too large.

Sharokin and Hill had a close relationship. After all, Sharokin had trained the first batch of Ultramarine troops to carry out covert and infiltration missions. Hill had also studied under Sharokin.

"Me too, my friend. Nice to meet you. Let me first tell you about the mission. The target's track has been determined. We will set off in 8 hours and expect to catch up with the enemy within two Terra days." Sharokin said straight to the point.

"Eight hours is impossible. In such a short time, our battleships cannot even complete half of their combat readiness work." Hill was stunned for a moment, then rejected it.

"Excuse me, Captain Hill." Sharokin said, pointing to a house in the distance.

"Okay. Let's go somewhere else." Hill nodded in agreement. Although some of Sharokin's behavior seemed very polite to outsiders, Hill was still willing to respect his opinion. The reason was simple: Sharokin was really strong.

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"I've reviewed your combat records, my friend. You've performed remarkably well in the vast majority of operations. Your tactics are robust and effective, at least against most enemies. You excel at large-scale combat, and you consistently defeat your opponents. Unfortunately, however, at times, your composure and formulaic responses have cost you opportunities."

Sharokin understands the ways of the world, but his understanding only extends to expressing his opinions directly in private. Sometimes, Sharokin even wonders why others don't speak out about simple things.

"For example, the last time you were chasing a fleet suspected to be from the Alpha Legion, you spotted the enemy and fought according to the manual, but ultimately let them escape because you were unwilling to give up the advantage brought by large warships. Many times, the tactics of pursuit, infiltration, and decapitation are different from those of head-on combat," said Sharokin.

"So, what's your point?" Hill frowned. Experiencing actual combat, then compiling a manual, and handling issues according to the manual was a proven method within the Ultramarines. In other words, for most situations and for most commanders, understanding the manual was sufficient. However, some things always fell outside the norm.

"Look, according to our intelligence, Eidolon's Imperial Fleet consists of less than 3000 men, with only about 20 cruisers and larger warships. It's a very small fleet, and yet you're planning to deploy over 1 men and 100 warships to hunt them down? That's a waste, understand, my friend."

"But this is the safest way. We can gradually narrow the encirclement..."

"But it's a waste of time and resources. The rebels' massive offensive is about to begin, and we must complete this task as efficiently as possible. How about giving me a chance?" Sharokin asked. In this dimension, Sharokin's strength isn't just reflected in his ability to fight with the Emperor's retainers. It's also reflected in his tactics, particularly in infiltration, decapitation, and rapid assaults.

"Tell me what you think," Hill said.

"Take those ships in your fleet with the smallest energy signatures and the fastest speeds, and add my warships. We will be able to form a fast strike fleet composed of more than 30 warships, mainly high-speed cruisers. Within 2 days, we can hold on to the opponent, and then eliminate the opponent in 3 to 4 days. And your main battleships will not be damaged, and we can come back to carry out the next new mission." said Sharokin.

"That's an attractive efficiency," Hill said.

"Then it's settled," Sharokin said with a smile. At this moment, Eidolon and Lucius had no idea that they were about to experience the last battle of their lives!

"Has the new target been determined?" Lucius said to Eidolon, who had a gloomy face.

"Yes, we will attack an agricultural world," said Eidolon.

"An agricultural world actually needs you, who is known as the Golden Hammer, to attack it personally. This is really a mockery, and it is also a mockery to the Emperor's Legion." Lucius said with a distorted face.

"Legion? The Emperor's Children Legion was annihilated in the Battle of the Dark Well. We are but the remnants of a former Legion. A mere 3000 men and a little over 20 cruisers. This is the maximum assistance the Primarch can give us." Eidolon said with a wry smile, his words filled with helplessness.

When Fulgrim returned to the Legion, he was ecstatic. But now, in just a few months, the once-mighty Emperor's Children had become a lost cause. Even more tragic, the entire Legion, even its Primarch, was now working for the Word Bearers and the liar Lorgar.

With such a limited force, even with Eidolon's talent, he was powerless. He could only raid weakly defended worlds and then hide from the Ultramarines.

"I can't feel the Dark Prince's blessing anymore..." said Lucius.

"Maybe it's because we are now working for Khorne." Eidolon was stunned at first, then said.

"It's not anger. If it were simply anger, the Dark Prince would have shown it. He would torture those who defy his will, drawing pleasure and strength from the pain." Lucius shook his head and said, "I sensed the Dark Prince's weakness and timidity. He carefully controlled his power, striving to avoid those who could threaten him."

"If that's the case, we need to be more cautious," Eidolon said. "Alright, according to the plan, we'll wait here for a supply fleet, and then we'll head to our target. Get ready, we'll need you to lead the troops for the landing operation."

Unfortunately, what Eidolon waited for was not a supply fleet, but a hunt by Hill and Sharokin. As for the supply fleet? It had been lost in the storm of the Warp. After all, the Warp storms were not exclusive to the evil gods.

"This intelligence is truly accurate." Hill marveled at the Emperor's Children fleet projected onto the passive detection equipment. "It's as if Fulgrim told us directly."

"My ship will simulate the flagship's signal. The Emperor's Children will certainly organize an elite force for a boarding operation. I will await Fulgrim's Court Swordsmen on my flagship. Hill, you will command the fleet. Their warships are all old models. It should not be difficult for you to destroy their flagship. The Supreme Beings hope that you will bring back Eidolon's head."

"What about Lucius?" Hill asked curiously. This time the intelligence was really accurate, and even the identity of the other commander was clear.

"Leave him to me," said Sharokin, smiling.

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"Something's not right!" Eidolon said worriedly, glancing at the timer. "According to past practice, the supply fleet should be arriving soon, but right now, our subspace sensors haven't detected any ship fluctuations coming from the subspace. This means our fleet might not be able to arrive within the next day."

"The best outcome is a shipping route issue, but we must be prepared for battle." Lucius shared the same premonition. Before the Slaanesh corruption was particularly severe, Lucius's professionalism remained top-notch. However, it was too late now. The Imperial fleet, cloaked, had already brought the Emperor's Children within range. With Hill's command, the hunt began!

In an instant, bright flames appeared in the void of space. The warships equipped with long guns in the Imperial Fleet launched the attack first. Thousands of tons or even tens of thousands of tons of shells whizzed towards the defenseless Emperor's Fleet. The two Emperor's Cruisers on the outside were hit by shells before they even had time to deploy their shields. The shells with multi-stage armor-piercing warheads penetrated the outer armor and the internal cabin, and then blew the platinum keel into pieces.

As the offensive unfolded, the warship engines began to roar, and the original stealth position could no longer conceal the warships when they opened fire. A moment later, the entire imperial fleet appeared in front of the emperor's son. The former was like an eagle with its wings spread, trying to completely wrap up the opponent.

"We can deal with 30 warships. Since when did such a small fleet dare to show its teeth to me?" Eidolon said gritting his teeth. In his opinion, he felt like a tiger in plain land being bullied by a dog. Moreover, the warships on the opposite side did not seem to be many, so it should not be a problem for him to deal with them.

"I found their flagship. Leave the court swordsmen to me and let the fleet cover me. I'm going to board the flagship!" said Lucius.

"No problem, kill them! Show those mass-produced Ultramarines what true excellence and artistry truly are," Eidolon declared. Based on his previous interactions with the Ultramarines, their sheer size was an advantage, but most of their officers were trained in standard military academies. In Eidolon's opinion, their tactics were still somewhat crude. Even though his fleet was at a slight disadvantage, Eidolon remained confident that he could use tactics to defeat his opponent!

After a brief period of confusion, the Emperor's fleet reacted quickly. They quickly formed an attack formation, used torpedoes to disrupt the opponent's offensive, and ordered the fast cruisers to immediately intersperse. Lucius's warships, under the cover of multiple warships, rushed towards Sharokin's ship that simulated the flagship signal.

A few minutes later, the squadron commanded by Lucius successfully overloaded the enemy's shields and destroyed most of the warship's close-in defense systems. Although Lucius's fleet lost three cruisers, he eventually boarded Sharokin's ship. Under his leadership, a team of court swordsmen rushed to the battleship's command bridge.

With a dull thud, a court swordsman fell directly to the deck. His head had been completely blown apart. His attacker was nowhere to be found.

"Be prepared, there's a sniper!" Lucius waved his hand, surveying the dense network of machinery, beams, pipes, and wiring. They were the only ones moving through this area, and the enemy hadn't even deployed mortals to defend it. It seemed defenseless, but that precise strike just now told everyone they had entered someone's hunting ground.

The court swordsmen began to observe their surroundings carefully. They drew their guns and grasped their swords, as if trying to find each other's traces from the roaring machinery around them. However, except for the places where the lights shone, everything was shrouded in shadows. They turned on all the detectors and injected themselves with drugs, trying to increase the sensitivity of their senses.

Then there was another sound of something heavy falling to the ground. This time, the dead court swordsman had been shot in the chest, with a bowl-sized, penetrating wound replacing the place where his heart should have been.

"We can't see our opponent! Where is he?" A court swordsman was pushed to his limit by tension and potions. The immense pressure made him roar and swing the sword in his hand to vent the fear in his heart, and then his head was blown up!

"Blessings of the Dark Prince! Your followers need help." Lucius retreated to a hidden spot and prayed to Slaanesh. The other palace swordsmen began to inject further potions in an effort to maximize their senses.

As the potion, imbued with the power of Slaanesh, was infused in increasing doses, it finally began to take its toll. While greatly heightening their senses, it also caused hallucinations and insane behavior. Like insane individuals, they trembled, screamed, and searched for their target like wild beasts. Yet, all they could see was a shadow. Under the extreme strain, they developed hallucinations and delusions.

Then suddenly, Lucius felt a psychic fluctuation, and then he was surprised to see a group of Emperor's Sons fell into madness. They started fighting among themselves madly, and sharp blades and plasma burst out on their comrades. The killing broke out suddenly and ended quickly. In just less than a few minutes, a group of Emperor's Sons were basically dead, and some even wanted to attack Lucius, but were killed by the latter with a knife.

"I found you! The lackey of the false emperor! I found you!" Under the guidance of Slaanesh, Lucius found the other party, the one who started by sniping with a sniper rifle and then used psychic powers to throw the emperor's son into chaos.

"I will avenge my brothers! Son of the Emperor! Slay my father's enemies!" Lucius rushed towards his target, a being shrouded in shadow.

Chapter 413: The Fall of the Fallen Emperor

"What kind of sorcery have you used to cause the noble Emperor's children's elite to slaughter each other?" Lucius quickly approached the warrior, shrouded in shadows. His eyes were distinctly black and white, and when Lucius looked directly into them, he felt a faint sense of dizziness, for in that moment, he seemed to see a past, a time before the Emperor's children fell.

"Perhaps, it was those potions and the so-called blessing of Slaanesh that killed them?" The other party's reaction was very calm. He didn't seem to be proud or complacent at all because he had killed a whole team of Emperor's court swordsmen and played his opponents in the palm of his hand.

"I only used a little bit of shadow psychic power. For ordinary legion soldiers, it would just cause some interference at most. But for you psychopaths, your so-called blessings have increased the interference. You are scared and imagine these shadows as enemies. It's just a simple illusion and makes you kill each other. I think this is a flexible use of shadows." Sharokin said calmly.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the Raven Guard, which has always been famous for infiltration and infiltration, would also use Magnus's tricks." Lucius snorted coldly.

"They scared themselves to death." Sharokin drew his twin swords. "According to the will of humanity and the Supreme Being, the Ravens of Mourning come to claim the souls of the betrayers!"

"Sharokin?! I've heard of you for a long time." Upon hearing this name, Lucius paused and became more nervous than ever before, because in a casual chat with Abaddon, the latter had called Sharokin the only one in the legion who was not worthy of Abaddon's challenge.

"Your head will..." Just as Lucius was about to utter a few harsh words, Sharokin struck. Two exquisitely crafted power swords flashed like lightning, piercing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. A cold light flashed everywhere. At this moment, Sharokin was flying in the air, blessed by the shadows, as if he had grown wings and rode the shadows.

The weapons of both sides collided for the first time. Lucius could feel that the opponent's strength was not very high. He successfully blocked the opponent's sword, but just as he put away the sword and was about to stab the next sword, a cold light flashed from the corner of his eye, and a blood flower bloomed on his shoulder.

"Ah!" Though merely grazed by the blade, Lucius felt excruciating pain. Slaanesh's blessing didn't transform the pain into pleasure, or even further exhilaration, but rather sheer agony. But as Slaanesh's favored child, the Dark Prince's power quickly healed his wounds. But Lucius didn't relax at all, for he felt as if a piece of his soul had been taken away!

"The sword in your hand... It is devouring my soul! How could you use such a vicious weapon." Lucius realized that something was wrong. He cursed Sharokin and kept attacking. However, the Raven of Mourning was always moving quickly around him like an elusive shadow, and the two power swords stabbed out one after another. The latter's swordsmanship was swift, accurate and deadly. Even in terms of swordsmanship alone, Lucius was far inferior to Sharokin.

And so, like slicing a piece of wood, Sharokin sliced ​​away his opponent's soul bit by bit. One of the longswords in his hand was Eldar, imbued with the Eldar Death God's special attack against Slaanesh. The other, blessed by the Traveler, allowed him to soar freely through the air like a bird.

"Kill me! If you dare, just kill me with one sword!" Lucius's spirit collapsed. The opponent's sword, which could sever souls, gradually made him lose his soul, transforming from a human into a beast. He felt his soul rapidly slipping away. The reason he had been able to hold on until now was because Slaanesh was constantly sending power to him, trying to fill the gap in his soul. However, Slaanesh's filth and corruption not only failed to heal his soul, but also accelerated the disintegration of Lucius's soul.

As for the physical damage, although Slaanesh's blessing could quickly heal injuries, Lucius knew that with the Supremes behind the scenes, the price of everything was divine power. When one side ran out of divine power, it was the time of its death. Judging from the current situation, Slaanesh would definitely not be able to outlast the Traveler and the Eldar Death God.

"As you wish." When Sharokin struck his opponent for the twentieth time, his sword piercing Lucius' heart. At that moment, the surrounding space was filled with the sound of souls howling. Souls flew out from Sharokin's sword, and like wolves, they pounced on Lucius's shattered soul, regardless of whether it was tainted by Slaanesh. These souls devoured Lucius's every ounce of him. Lucius's wailing never ceased, until the very end.

"You have defeated the greatest swordsman of the Emperor's Children. This is an honor for you," the dying Lucius gasped. "Why are you so calm? Don't you feel even a little bit of excitement or joy?"

"Eradicating scum like you doesn't give me the slightest bit of excitement. To me, I'm just clearing out the filth in a room. Your soul is unworthy of the extraordinary body bestowed upon you by the Emperor. Your existence for even a second longer is a blasphemy to this world. I only regret that I couldn't finish you off sooner."

"Besides, isn't Captain Akurduna the first swordsman of the Emperor's Sons? Since when did someone like you get to flatter yourself?" Sharokin even showed a puzzled expression on his face.

"Puff..." Under Sharokin's ridicule, Lucius took his last breath, and at the moment when he died, a powerful storm began to gather around him. The purple power with a lewd aura made Sharokin feel sick, but he was not afraid. He took a fighting stance, ready to meet any challenge.

"Get out!" A blue tide dispersed the purple storm.

"This evil god is just lame." A thought flashed through Sharokin's mind. While Sharokin was dealing with Lucius, in space, Hill's fleet was also pushing Eidolon's fleet into a desperate situation!

"Eidolon's tactics are still ruthless." Hill couldn't help but admire as he watched the Emperor's fleet constantly evading and maneuvering in front of him.

In the fleet battle, Eidolon had exhausted all possible means, alternating between fleets to provide cover and attack, leaning against the stars to use stellar radiation to reduce their own signatures, and rapidly and swiftly changing formations. This made Eidolon's fleet a formidable enemy, and after a long battle, they still couldn't defeat it.

But this loach is still a loach, and it can't make any big waves. Under the attack of the Ultramarine Legion's "Secret Treasure" fleet, Eidolon's warships can't hold up. After all, in the absence of metaphysics, technology is the primary productive force!

It's not that Eidolon didn't create opportunities. For example, now, taking advantage of the interference and cover caused by the destruction of a cruiser, Eidolon's flagship and several other warships quickly broke through the enemy's fire blockade, locking the combat distance between the two sides at medium and close distances. Then, according to his plan, the next step was boarding and torpedo attacks.

"Tell Shark and Viper to fire all their missiles! Also, prepare the warships' repulsion fields!" Hill commanded. Then, when the two sides were close enough for a torpedo strike, the two Ultramarines' cruisers opened their silos one after another. In a flash, heavy torpedoes were launched one after another via electromagnetic catapults. In an instant, the two cruisers unleashed several times more torpedoes than a normal warship!

Once launched, the machine spirits within them rapidly search for their targets, then organize the entire torpedo swarm through the information network. They avoid the most intense defensive firepower of enemy warships, attacking their weakest points. Furthermore, they can deploy their own shields when encountering intercepting aircraft and firepower. These intelligently enhanced torpedoes are part of the Ultramarines' preparations for this great rebellion. Developed by Iron Hands, they are now mass-produced by the Ultramarines.

Swarms of torpedoes were tracking the Emperor's fleet like piranhas, and the latter were also shocked by the situation. They did not expect that the Extreme Legion could launch such a fierce attack at medium distance. A cruiser was hit by a torpedo because it could not dodge in time. Then the entire engine was overloaded and it floated like a dead fish. Then it was swarmed by the remaining torpedoes and instantly exploded into countless pieces.