Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

The other warships either barely dodged the attacks or were directly destroyed by a single round of attacks. Eidolon's meticulously crafted attack was completely destroyed by the intelligent torpedo attack. (Regarding the question of whether Imperial torpedoes can track in Warhammer, generally speaking, they cannot, but some Mechanicus torpedoes can. The specific rules can be found in the Gothic Fleet rulebook. As for whether they can be tracked in the background, this seems to be nowhere mentioned.)

At this point, the Imperial Fleet still refused to give up. The warships that were closer decided to release a wave of boarding pods. However, to their surprise, most of these pods were repelled by a huge force just as they were about to board the enemy warships! The repulsive fields equipped on some of the warships perfectly disrupted the boarding operation.

Eidolon commanded the flagship to evade, relying on the cover of friendly forces and his own excellent tactics, he finally escaped from the scythe of the god of death temporarily, but unfortunately, it was only temporary.

"Let's withdraw! This battle is over," Eidolon ordered, and his ships began to break away from the formation. However, he didn't expect a fleet of stealth bombers, converted from Dragon gunships, to be rapidly approaching. Their stealth fields perfectly blocked their perception, and when the two sides were closest, a volley of plasma torpedoes launched, landing a moment later on the main bridge of Eidolon's flagship.

"Damn it! This shouldn't be my fate! It shouldn't be!" Eidolon roared in frustration as the flames consumed his body. He was still pursuing perfection, still chasing after his Primarch. He shouldn't...

When Eidolon was destroyed, everything was settled. The intense fire gradually destroyed the entire Imperial Fleet. When the last Imperial Fleet warship disappeared into a dazzling ball of fire, Hill finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Sharokin, how are things going over there?" Hill asked after opening the communication.

"The target has been eliminated." Sharokin was still so calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"Very good, I'll report it then." Hill nodded and said. He then picked up a parchment scroll that listed all the famous commanders of the rebels. After a brief search, he crossed out two names.

"I didn't expect that the things we prepared for so long would finally be used. Our efforts were not in vain, but I originally hoped that such efforts would never be used." Hill put down the parchment scroll in his hand and said with a sigh.

He recalled the moment he had suggested to the Primarch that the Legion be prepared in every way, even against the Space Marines. The Primarch's expression of astonishment and shock then turned to anger. Hill had been prepared for demotion and even imprisonment. However, much later, the Primarch summoned him.

The Ultramarines then began preparing for their countermeasures against the other Legions. One such project was the so-called "Secret Treasure Fleet." These warships employed the Legion's most advanced technology, meticulously concealed. And this time, they were deployed. The entire plan involved nearly every Traitor fleet, primarily targeting the Luna Wolves, the Emperor's Children, and the World Eaters. Hill had been puzzled at the time, but now he felt it was all preordained.

"Get ready to go back, the large-scale battle has just begun." Hill ordered.

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"Mozai, you are here." Fugen said with a gloomy face as he looked at Mozai who walked into the hall.

"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Mozai sat opposite Fugen and said calmly.

"Eidolon is dead, and Lucius is also dead. The latter is the chosen one of Slaanesh. I didn't expect it to be like this." Fulgrim's face turned pale in an instant.

"Really? Did your brother do it? Or was it the Emperor's retainers?" Devil's Calamity asked. Although he'd sold the information to the Traveler, he had no idea who had done it. As for the Imperial Guards? Devil's Calamity had no interest in those without psychic powers. After all, Devil's Calamity was materialistic. In this galaxy of gods and psychic powers, what good were muscles without psychic powers? What was materialism? What truly existed was materialism. If you couldn't see it, or ignored it, you were only deceiving yourself.

The Demon Scourge figured that to deal with a Chosen, it would be appropriate to have a Primarch or the Emperor's Servant take action. After all, while a Chosen was not as precious as a Primarch, they were still a single god. Completely destroying a Chosen was not easy.

"A Space Marine, a fairly famous one," said Fulgrim.

"Really? Then Lucius shouldn't be." Mozai was stunned for a moment, but then fell silent. He realized the seriousness of the situation. The competition between the Chosen Ones depends on the strength of the backers and the strength of the original body. And Lucius was gone, without even a splash.

Lucius's skill level was known to the Demon Disaster. It wasn't top-notch, but it wasn't an exaggeration to say he was excellent. With him gone, the Demon Disaster felt that the Dark Prince was truly no match for him. If even the Chosen One couldn't protect him, who would dare to challenge him?

"It was a wise decision for me to jump out of the car." Mozai breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 414 Kor Phaeron, It's Your Turn

The deaths of Lucius and Eidolon, two high-ranking rebels, did cause some ripples within the Dark Crusade, particularly within the Emperor's Children. The death of their second-in-command had demoralized the entire Legion. Those who had once been motivated now only wanted to numb themselves with drugs, while those who had already been taking drugs now simply wanted to lie back and do nothing. They simply lived day by day. The other Legions mocked these drug-addled individuals.

While this was true for the lower and middle levels, it wasn't the same for the higher levels. What Demon Disaster could imagine, everyone else could, too. Lorgar and Fulgrim felt the pain most acutely! They knew the reason behind this. The evil gods' luck had dissipated. One of their four avatars was gone, one was crippled, and one was about to be thrown into a battle with no chance of winning. If the evil gods couldn't hold on, then the people below them would be even more vulnerable.

As for Horus? Don't count on him. After all, in an epic event, the power that the gods can mobilize is limited. Without their avatars, how can they have any more power?

Lorgar's understanding of Chaos was, after all, far deeper than Horus's. He saw that Horus was merely a puppet controlled by the Chaos gods, a slave of darkness. If his plan had gone smoothly, he would still have a chance to confront the Emperor. But the problem now was that it wasn't going well. Horus's power was gone, and how could he possibly fight again?

The Gods of Order can now take down a Chosen with a single Space Marine. So what about the Primarchs? It doesn't seem that difficult. If one truly understands the situation, it's no exaggeration to say everyone in the Rebellion is in danger. Even if we're simply talking about the chances of survival, the smaller figures might have a slightly higher chance. After all, if the Supreme Beings aren't keeping an eye on you, and the smaller figures don't make trouble, the galaxy is so vast that finding them would be a challenge.

"Why? Why did Khorne insist on participating in this battle where the odds of winning were slim?" Fulgrim asked Lorgar when he saw him again. After all, even an ordinary general should understand that it is best to avoid battles where the odds of winning are slim.

"Khorne only cares about fighting, because as long as he fights, he can enhance his power, especially fighting with beings of the same level as himself. As for winning or losing, sometimes it is not very important." Lorgar said.

"But if you fail, your power will be weakened. It's possible that the increased power will not be as much as the weakening." Fugen thought of the Dark Prince who was still lying in bed.

"So this is all a game. Perhaps in the eyes of the great Blood God, this battle might be lost, but the gains might outweigh the losses. As long as there's an overall gain, that's all that matters."

"And how should I put it? Perhaps in the eyes of our father and the Traveler, the biggest threat has never been Khorne, but Tzeentch. As for Slaanesh, he is even more hated by the Eldar gods. And Nurgle made the Traveler very angry because of the matter of the Lord of Radiance. Even if he wants to take revenge in the future, Khorne will probably be the last one to be targeted. Even our father himself thinks so, because it was Angron who was taken away by Khorne." Lorgar sighed and said.

Khorne may not care about the outcome of a war, but he must consider the overall benefits. Sometimes, winning a war does not necessarily mean a profit, and losing a war does not necessarily mean a loss... Because Khorne is certain that his hatred value among the Gods of Order is not high, and after the war is over, the Gods of Order will definitely go after the other evil gods first. This is why Khorne is willing to fight.

"My legion is finished, completely finished. My best descendants have either betrayed me or been killed by the enemy. The once talented Third Legion has withered. Even the gods I served have become weak. So, Lorgar, it's your turn to work hard now." said Fulgrim.

"I am ready. My legion is about to strike a thundering blow. With the help of the great Blood God, Kor Phaeron will lead at least 5 Word Bearers and an Abyss-class battleship to attack the world of Rax. It is an important industrial world, where the Ultramarines hero, Stros Amyntas, is stationed. I will smash this world with a fierce offensive. Guilliman will not sit idly by." Lorgar said.

"And then our enraged brothers will exact revenge on Kor Phaeron? A large number of Ultramarines will participate in this battle. And then we will take advantage of the opportunity and launch a decisive offensive? Is that right?" said Fulgrim.

"Yes, 5 Word Bearers are enough to crush this planet. It won't take long, and this blow will shake Guilliman's previous preparations and create chaos for our actions." Lorgar said.

"Perhaps Kor Phaeron's offensive will succeed this time, but his ending is doomed to be bad. If possible, why don't you let Erebus go? He is even more disgusting than Kor Phaeron, and the stench on him is sickening." Fulgrim asked.

"Erebus is still useful. This guy is extraordinary. Although I dislike him, as long as he's useful, he can't be thrown out as bait. Kor Phaeron is perfect," Lorgar said with a smile. "Besides, Kor Phaeron himself is willing to participate in this operation."

"Kor Phaeron is willing? Doesn't he know that he is bait?" Fulgrim said with some surprise.

"Just two sides of the same coin. If he follows us, he might have to face the gods. A single glance from the latter would wipe out Kor Phaeron. But with Guilliman, at least he doesn't have to face the gods directly. It all depends on his choice," Lorgar said expressionlessly.

"Maybe the gods can find someone to get rid of him." Fugen said disdainfully. In his opinion, this old guy was definitely not as good as Eidolon. Eidolon died so easily, how could Korphan escape this disaster?

"That old thing chose to serve Nurgle." Lorgar said with a gloomy face.

"This? How could this be? Why would he choose Nurgle? He disobeyed your orders," Fulgrim said, somewhat shocked. After all, this expedition was centered on the Blood God, and even Lorgar had accepted his blessing. And Kor Phaeron chose to worship Nurgle. That was considered betrayal, wasn't it? At least in his Legion, it certainly wouldn't happen that they chose Slaanesh only to have officers and soldiers worship other evil gods.

(This plane does not have it, but in the background, it is said that Bayer later believed in the Undivided Chaos)

"That's my problem." Lorgar's face was a bit grim. While there were practically no loyalists among the Word Bearers, and those who did were mostly wiped out, there were still many factions and cliques within the Legion, each with its own ideas. There were Erebus and Kor Phaeron, too. It was easy to say that the morale was somewhat fragmented, making the team difficult to lead.

Lorgar believed in power, but if that power wasn't his own, it would be a serious problem. Take, for example, Kor Phaeron. Now that Kor Phaeron had embraced Nurgle, what could Lorgar do? Kill Kor Phaeron? Putting aside the internal problems this would cause within the Legion, Nurgle would undoubtedly be deeply dissatisfied with Lorgar. Previously, his cooperation with Nurgle had been relatively pleasant. Therefore, Lorgar would have to tolerate Kor Phaeron's affairs, at most throwing him out as bait.

"Haha, so, what ultimately led us down this path?" Fulgrim chuckled wryly at Lorgar's words. At that moment, he felt his thoughts finally click. The pursuit of perfection and the extreme sensuality that had once been his life's purpose seemed worthless now. He still lived comfortably, with the bonds of brotherhood, the ideal of fighting for humanity, the glory and meaning of life. But now, all of that had vanished from Fulgrim's mind.

Fulgrim's words silenced Lorgar, for he realized that after all his trouble, he might not have received as much as the Emperor had given him. At least the Emperor was truly willing to pave the way for their advancement. Meanwhile, the evil gods had already sealed you off at the level of the Demon Prince.

If Fulgrim felt some moral remorse for his actions, Lorgar viewed them purely from the perspective of power gains and losses. This was the essence of profiteering.

The talks between the two sides ended like this, and after Fulgrim returned, he told the matter to the Demonic Disaster, not only about Kor Phaeron's movements, but also about some of his conversations with Lorgar.

At that moment, Fulgrim suddenly realized that he had become a very good friend of a Slaanesh demon. The Scourge before him bore so many similarities to himself: both were diligent, striving for excellence and perfection. He hardly seemed like a Slaanesh demon. The Enkali that Fulgrim admired was nothing compared to Scourge.

While Fugen was communicating with Demon Disaster, the Traveler and the Emperor were basically watching a live broadcast.

"If Horus's fall was fate, Fulgrim's fall was temptation and the fragility of his soul, Angron's fall was self-abandonment and the nail, and Mortarion's fall was stupidity, then Lorgar's fall was simply badness, pure badness, pure selfishness." A hint of chill flashed through the Traveler's words.

As the war progressed, Fulgrim had begun to feel some remorse. This wasn't simply a case of neglecting important matters. Rather, it was a remorse for his actions. Regarding Fulgrim, the Traveler offered a helping hand and was prepared. But Lorgar? Haha, this guy was purely driven by self-interest, not a single principle.

"Lorgar really disappoints me, very disappointing." The Emperor was also in a bad mood.

"Then let him accept his fate," said the traveler.

"Very well, then let him follow his fate and return to his original state," the Emperor said with a sullen expression. "But before that, I would like to consult my descendants..."

"Emmmm." Upon hearing this, the traveler's eyebrows knitted together. He could sense that the Emperor still had some difficulty getting over it. "Whatever. Can't you see the outcome?"

If the loyal Primarchs were to interrogate those who betrayed him, would Lorgar have any hope of survival? It was practically impossible. The Lion would certainly not agree, nor would Perturabo and Dorn. The same could be said of Ferrus. Looking at Isstvan V in the background, Ferrus's determination to end things with Fulgrim is clear.

As for Guilliman? Perhaps before this battle, Guilliman still harbored a modicum of hope for his betrayed brother, but after the battle, that was likely gone. The same was true of the Archangel. His resolve after entering the battle made Sanguinius absolutely unwavering. After the major Primarchs had spoken out, the remaining Primarchs were most likely to remain silent. This silence wasn't opposition, but acquiescence.

"Don't worry, Lorgar's blood won't stain your hands unless you choose. All you need to do is recycle the raw materials." The Traveler added, looking at the Emperor. In terms of prophecy, the Emperor couldn't compare to the Traveler. After all, the Traveler had once transcended the plane and seen this plane from an outsider's perspective, even if only for a moment, even if it was just a glimpse.

"Who did it?" asked the emperor.

"Haven't you noticed? Lorgar has offended too many people? He wants to obtain Khorne's power and then use it for other purposes. Does he really think Khorne won't find out? Or does he think Khorne is easy to talk to? Think about Tzeentch and Nurgle. Lorgar cooperated with Nurgle to deal with Tzeentch. And when Nurgle finally extended an olive branch to Lorgar, Lorgar refused. As for Slaanesh? Let's not talk about this coward. Lorgar can make the evil gods dislike him together, so he is quite capable. And judging from what he is going to do, do you really think that the guy who can't afford to offend us is someone Lorgar can provoke?" The traveler snorted coldly.

"...I understand," the Emperor sighed. It seems only two people could achieve this feat, earning the envy of nearly all the evil gods: the Emperor himself and the Traveler... Lorgar was quite impressive. To have achieved this, he was truly near death.

"Okay, enough about that for now. Let's make arrangements for Kor Phaeron," said the Emperor.

"Kor Phaeron can arrange it, but who will pay the price?" the Traveler asked. Could the Traveler transform and go and kill Kor Phaeron directly? It wasn't a problem, but it was a minor one. But doing so would clearly be a loss. When it came to dealing with Fulgrim and plotting against the scourge, it made sense for the Traveler to personally do it. After all, he was a Primarch, a supremely powerful Daemon of Chaos. But what was Kor Phaeron? Was he even worthy of the Traveler's personal involvement? If the gods were doing everything, what was the point of Guilliman and the others?

"I have an idea, do you think it will work?" said the emperor.

"Tell me." The traveler took a look at the emperor's expression and felt that the emperor was planning something bad.

"Alpharius has regrouped more than 1 men," said the Emperor.

"Yes. This guy is quite capable." The traveler nodded.

"Can you block Alpharius's fleet from the path of Kor Phaeron's fleet?" asked the Emperor.

"Killing someone with a borrowed knife, a good idea." The Traveler thought for a moment and said, "It's not a big deal, but Kor Phaeron has defected to Nurgle, and Alpharius has no one behind him. I won't rescue a traitor anyway. Whether he survives depends on his luck."

Chapter 415 Alpharius: Damn, we bumped into each other again?

Is it easy to create a Primarch? Actually, it's not that difficult. For example, the Khan in the background was quite powerful, but he was eventually eliminated by the Black Bean Sprout. Primarchs are creatures with enormous potential, but until they are developed, they are just stronger mortals. Wasn't Magnus powerful? He was almost killed instantly by the Bean Sprout Titan.

The Emperor's intention was to have the Alpha Legion undertake a "Crusade of Atonement." And then, let the matter rest. The Traveler, unwilling to get involved in such a muddled matter, decided to let the Emperor slowly play out this family drama with his descendants.

"You don't have to worry about this matter. I believe in Alpharius's ability." said the Emperor.

"That's it." The Traveler opened the Traveler's Star Chart. Without Alpharius's knowledge, he was clearly arranged by the Emperor and the Traveler!

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"My lord, it's the Word Bearers fleet! Our subspace probes have discovered that this is a very large fleet. Comparable to a legion! It will arrive within the next three days." The masked man came to Alpharius and said with a little "panic".

"I understand. Notify the fleet to prepare for battle immediately. Also, contact the ground defense forces of the planet Karacha and ask them to cooperate with us in the battle." Alpharius took off his helmet, and his shiny bald head became even brighter under the light, but his face was filled with worry and anger.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." The masked man disguised as Captain Alpha accepted the order.

"Father, Traveler. You are indeed powerful. I was too naive." When Alpharius was the only one left in the room, he roared to the sky.

Alpharius was unlucky, or rather, not unlucky at first, but then he became unlucky. He listened to the Mask's words and prepared to regroup the Legion while fishing in troubled waters. This time, Alpharius really didn't want to fight the Empire, he just wanted to survive with his Legion.

However, due to the brutality of his previous battles, Alpharius had only managed to gather 1.5 legionnaires and a fleet to match. Along the way, through deception and deception, Alpharius also managed to win over some of Ultramar's local naval fleets, which would become the foundation of his future career.

Even so, Alpharius and his fleet were merely a small, medium-sized force among the many fleets in Ultramar at that time. In terms of sheer fleet strength, Alpharius's fleet was no match for Hill's. Precisely because it was less conspicuous, the Ultramarines' high command remained oblivious. However, while Alpharius was engaged in combat against Chaos fleets, he was also trading Chaos heads for supplies across Ultramar's various worlds.

There is no way. The world of Ultramar 500 is too big, and it is now a mixed bag. Not to mention the rebels, even Guilliman has support forces such as the Ultramarines, the Imperial Navy, the Mechanicus Fleet, the Travelers Sect, the Space Wolves, and the Imperial Fists.

Because the organization was too disorganized, Guilliman proposed that, aside from his own directly subordinate legions and some registered reinforcements, the supply of other fleets should be based on the principle of military merit, with priority given to those with complete and reliable combat records. Then, under the leadership of Alpharius, his fleet relied on bounties and lived quite well...

Of course, Alpharius was no fool. He knew he couldn't collide with the main force of the rebels, so he prepared to leave. He had originally planned to resupply at Karacha and then flee. Unexpectedly, while resupplying, he was met by Kor Phaeron's blade. Although Kor Phaeron intended to annihilate a paragon and the planet he was stationed on, the Warp lanes wouldn't allow him to pass directly, so he had to move slowly. Karacha was the gate, and it had to be kicked open.

Now, Alpharius had to make a decision: who would be allowed to carry the final spark away? Yes, he had to let the others leave, but Alpharius couldn't. He sensed the Emperor and the Traveler were tracking him. His understanding of the gods, though still superficial, was far greater than Guilliman's. He knew he couldn't escape. He could only hope that the Emperor would, in light of his efforts, show mercy to his own offspring.

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"Bass, I'll give you a fleet. Take it and leave here. And the Alpha, hidden in a secret repair area, will be your flagship from now on." After much deliberation, Alpharius decided to have Mask lead part of the fleet away. After all, in the future, fighting capability wouldn't matter; what mattered was finding a place to build a base. The Alpha Legion had no shortage of fighters or saboteurs, but they were short on people who could farm.

"Sir, are you going to stay here and fight Chaos for the Empire?" The masked man's words were filled with shock. "We still have time to leave here."

"Leave?! No need. Perhaps it's best for me to stay here. Bas, my child, carry the flame of the Legion well. If something happens to me, don't seek revenge. Live on, live as a human being, not a lackey of the evil god. You may not surrender to the empire, but you must never surrender to the evil god."

"After this incident, the high-ranking officials will not embarrass you anymore. All responsibilities and faults will be borne by me alone." Alpharius said in front of the mask, words that ordinary people could hardly understand.

"Okay, get out of here, that's an order," Alpharius said, and then he began to devote himself to how to deal with the Word Bearers fleet.

Did the Mask leave? He left with his fleet, but he didn't go far. Using the Alpha Legion's special communication methods, he began to gather more Alpha Legion members to participate in this battle. Since the Supremes had defined this operation as a penitential expedition for the Alpha Rebellion, it was natural that more people would come. The more the better. As for how Alpharius was handled, that was the business of the Supremes, not his business.

Before the Word Bearers arrived, Alpharius had done his best to send out messages, seeking help through various means. Among them was a legion of the Ultramarines's authentic corps, Auguston, and the Space Wolves' Heimdall fleet. But before they arrived, Alpharius had to lead his own forces to fend off the enemy's attack!

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"My lord, the Word Bearers are coming." An Imperial Navy general came before Alpharius. He looked at the helmeted officer with some suspicion, his heart full of questions.

According to his rank, the Imperial Navy Vice Admiral who came to support him should have been the highest commander here, but in the end, a letter from the Primarch Macragge's office made him hand over the command to the legion commander in front of him. However, during the discussion between the two sides, he admitted that the other party's level was indeed higher than his own.

"Be prepared for battle and follow my instructions." Alpharius nodded. After the Vice Admiral left, Alpharius felt mixed emotions. In order to gain command, Alpharius did use some means, such as forging orders and communications from Macragge.

Judging from the results, it seemed to have succeeded. But Alpharius wasn't sure if it was because of his own awesomeness or because the other party had deliberately helped him. After all, the Emperor's servants were not easy to deal with. And the head of the Primarch Macragge's office was a veteran Emperor's servant.

But clearly, now was no time to dwell on these issues, whether forced or reluctant. Alpharius was now working for the Emperor again, and a worker should act like a worker! He felt, somehow, that the Emperor had already offered him a reward, and it seemed quite high. So, let's do our best!

"A creation of Nurgle's demons! It seems the Word Bearers have made some progress." Feeling the tremors in the Warp approaching, Alpharius let out a cold smile. As the Warp veil drew back, Kor Phaeron's fleet finally appeared.

Unlike previous times, however, this time, the first thing to burst forth wasn't a warship, but countless meteorites laden with Nurgle viruses and demons! Calling them meteorites isn't quite accurate; they resemble Ork warships, hollowed-out meteorites colliding with engines and shields, carrying Nurgle demons with them. Well, it's one of those simple, yet also incredibly disgusting things.

Under normal circumstances, the Empire would have found it difficult to deal with it. However, Alpharius was still capable. After all, those dead aliens had given Alpharius many good things in order to win him over.

When the first batch of Nurgle "Stone Warships" entered the physical universe, they were first greeted by the alien weapons prepared by the Alpha Legion. It was a weapon that used special rays to kill all living things and flesh. As long as it penetrated the shield, this ray would cause extremely high lethality to any living thing.

As the orange beams swept across Mandeville Point, the first batch of Nurgle demons were banished without them even having time to react! Even those tentacles and limbs that had grown on the warships due to Nurgle's influence quickly withered under the light, and some even turned into powder.

"That's enough. This trick doesn't work anymore." Aboard the Triarch's Prayer, Kor Phaeron said impatiently, looking at the "disinfected" Nurgle demons. The Loyalists adapted too quickly. When the demonic powers were first acquired, the rebels always had the upper hand. But now, especially in Ultramar, the demons couldn't even open their ancestral portals.

Thus, the already somewhat irritated Kor Phaeron decided to return to orthodox fleet warfare, using macrocannons and light spears to decide the outcome! The Abyssal-class battleship, the Three Provinces Prayer, emerged from the Warp under the protection of a convoy of frigates. Far more massive than the Glorious Queen, the vessel instantly filled the entire entrance and exit passage. Its blood-red paint and densely packed weaponry created an unprecedented sense of oppression!

"Rotgut. Keep an eye on your bell tower and Nurgle choir. I need a prophecy of crisis," Kor Phaeron said to the Nurgle Archdaemon beside him. Kor Phaeron had defected to Nurgle, but the treatment Nurgle offered him was far inferior to that given to Lorgar, who had previously been accompanied by his chief Archdaemon, Ku'gath. The Archdaemon beside Kor Phaeron was merely a slightly stronger figure than a common Nurgle demon.

However, Nurgle still made some targeted upgrades to Kor Phaeron, such as the bell tower guarded by the great daemon Rotgut and the Nurgle Choir, which function as a metaphysical detector specifically for weapons like vortex torpedoes and antimatter bombs that could be fatal in one shot. These are the big killers of the 40K era, extremely rare in number, but they can blow up planets when used.

The Word Bearers suffered a setback during the Battle of Dal'Khan. This time, Kor Phaeron has made targeted reinforcements. However, these daemons are limited to boarding and counter-boarding in ordinary combat. Their ability to unleash powerful, large-scale psychic powers is severely limited. After all, the Avatar of Nurgle can't come now, but what if the Emperor and the Traveler can't bear it anymore and just reach out...

In conventional warfare, the Deep-Deep-class battleship's suppressive power was unmatched. When it burst forth from the void, the firepower of the opposing fleets and star fortresses paled in comparison to this void behemoth! Firepower like a meteor shower poured down from the sides of this massive warship, easily destroying the minefields and defensive turrets laid by Alpharius like castles on the beach.