Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

This world's defenses were far inferior to those of Dal'Khan. On Dal'Khan, Loken could block the entrance with three star fortresses, and the Eldar fleet provided support. But here, before reinforcements arrived, Alpharius could only rely on himself!

"Sir, we have no way to deal with that behemoth." said a subordinate.

"Just hold the front, it's just a matter of buying time," Alpharius said calmly. "Are all the Splendid-class battleships in place?"

"Yes sir."

"That's good, go out, we just need to wait for the opportunity." Alpharius nodded slightly and said.

Alpharius knew that he could not resist the enemy's attack with conventional means. In the absence of metaphysics, victory really tended to the side with more people, more ships, and more guns.

Alpharius does not have many powerful weapons such as whirlpool weapons. After all, he has been fighting with Omegan for too long, and his secret base has been almost destroyed. Just because of the relationship between the two brothers, Omegan knows everything Alpharius has!

But there's always a way out, or perhaps some unforeseen lord had left a window open when closing the door on Alpharius. The supporting fleet was quite formidable, including an overstaffed complement of Splendor-class battleships. These long-range heavy gunboats were a formidable threat against conventional battleships.

Not too far from this planet lies an asteroid belt. It's said to be the remains of a planet destroyed during a major ancient war. Many of these so-called asteroids are tens or even hundreds of kilometers in size. All of this gives Alpharius an opportunity to maneuver.

Chapter 416: Fighting the Hydra Head-on

"For the Emperor!" Faced with the oncoming Word Bearers fleet, the Ultramarines and the local defenders erupted in a fierce battle will. The latter, in particular, were completely fearless. They were protecting their home world, where billions of people and their families lived on the planets behind them. Facing the Word Bearers, a dinosaur, the warships, like mad wolves, launched a relentless attack.

"They performed better than I expected." Alpharius stayed in a room in the main bridge. Here, he could obtain information from the outside world and command the fleet directly, but he refused to allow anyone else to come in, even his heirs.

"Although what Guilliman taught was very dogmatic and had a low upper limit, it could raise the lower limit. In a short period of time, a group of fairly useful commanders could be trained." Alpharius continued to mutter to himself as he ordered the fleet to avoid the front of the Abyss-class battleship and attack from the frigate group on the side.

What to do with the Triumvirate? Can it be stopped? The answer is, it cannot be stopped until Alpharius activates his backup plan. This behemoth is practically unstoppable against the defenses here. Even ordinary battleships wouldn't dare touch the star fortress if the Triumvirate could bring it within range of its main weapon. One shot from the bow main gun would break the shield, two would severely damage it, and three would be enough to kill the enemy.

Therefore, Alpharius had only one option: if he couldn't stop the enemy, he simply didn't. With the exception of the immovable minefields and artillery batteries, all other warships were deployed on both wings, launching a fierce attack on the accompanying fleet.

The Triarch's Prayer is indeed powerful, but its firepower is somewhat limited. Its frontal firepower is incredibly strong, capable of even detonating an asteroid after a long period of preparation. However, its flank firepower isn't particularly strong. At least a Splendor-class battleship shouldn't pose much of a problem if it's not targeted. Furthermore, due to its sheer size, the Triarch's movement is extremely slow. It would likely take dozens of hours to reach the first star fortress within effective range.

Therefore, Alpharius utilized the long-range turret guns of the Splendor-class battleships to shield the Ultramarines' fast warships, launching repeated assaults from both sides. It was quite effective. During this phase, Alpharius was simply weakening the enemy's shielding fleet!

"Coordination with Units 1 and 3 complete. Shield analysis complete. Attack mode selected. Salvo fire." A prompt rang out in Alpharius's ears. Alpharius had organized all of the Splendor-class battleships into groups, using complex data links to allow each group to optimally attack a single target.

For example, this time, the three Splendid-class battleships targeted the Leviathan-class battleship, the Dark Blade. After locking onto their prey, the machine spirits of the three Splendid-class battleships began to cross-link, searching for data on the Dark Blade and launching a targeted attack based on the battleship's characteristics.

The three Machine Spirits discovered that the warship's forward hull had sustained significant damage during the previous Battle of Dalkan. While repaired, it was likely susceptible to hidden damage. They also analyzed the shield's defenses, retrieving the original shield generator model from the database and making targeted adjustments. The Machine Spirits concluded that Ship 2 would first use its Light Lance, which had a special attack against shields, to neutralize the opposing ship's shields. Then, Ships 1 and 3 would use their central axis cannons to blast the forward keel, effectively destroying it.

"Very good, begin the volleys," Alpharius nodded. Then, accompanied by a slight vibration of the ship's hull, a powerful energy surged out from the cannon along the hull's central axis. If an ordinary lance of light is a line of light, then this lance is a column of light! Three seconds later, Alpharius finally saw the beam of light hit the distant giant beast surrounded by frigates.

With a flick of the spear, the distant blue shield vanished like foam. Then, the axial guns of two Brilliant-class battleships followed closely behind, their shells weighing hundreds of thousands of tons accelerated to extreme speed. Alpharius didn't even glance back; he knew the 11-kilometer-long battleship was doomed.

And the result was indeed so. A few minutes later, the machine spirit prompted that the first battleship formation had completed a flagship kill.

"Well done." Alpharius nodded and returned to his work. "But it's far from enough. Guilliman's scions and Russ's wolf cubs will take a long time to arrive. Although I'm prepared, it will be difficult to severely damage this battleship." Alpharius continued, as if talking to himself, or discussing something with someone.

"Think of a solution. Although the Traveler looks down on me and has no intention of taking action himself, you are now on the battlefield." Alpharius looked up at the ceiling.

A moment later, a projection appeared before Alpharius. This projection perfectly described the relationship and changes between reality and the void, and pointed out that if the short-range jump engine was activated at the right time, a channel could be temporarily opened to perform a short-range jump, from the side of the Word Bearers fleet to the side and rear of the enemy.

This is not divine power, but real knowledge. It is materialistic and can be easily reproduced with technology. However, this knowledge is somewhat profound. Generally, only extremely experienced navigators can find this channel in the complex relationship between reality and subspace.

"The passage is quite demanding. Aside from Splendid-class battleships with sufficiently powerful engines, we won't be able to bring many warships through," Alpharius said as he planned the fleet's route and formation, so as to allow as many warships as possible to complete the transfer through this passage in the shortest possible time. The Border Guardian's machine spirit on this Splendid-class battleship was simply doing its job, seemingly uninterested in chatting with Alpharius.

After a long time, Alpharius threw down the data board in his hand. The plan for the next period of time had been completed. He could guarantee to delay the enemy fleet until the reinforcements of the Ultramarines and the Space Wolves arrived. As for the rest, he would have to wait and see the situation.

"You already know that I am Alpharius." The Hydra leader decided to relax and leaned back in his seat.

"Nonsense." A voice reached Alpharius's head, causing him to frown slightly. This guy was really rude.

"You are nothing different from a demon, yet you look down on a Primarch?" Alpharius said with a gloomy face.

"A traitor atoning for his sins. This world is not short of capable people, but it lacks capable people who walk the right path. If the direction is wrong, the greater the ability, the greater the damage."

"..." Alpharius was asking for trouble. What could he say? Continue to insist he was in the right? He might even get a slap from his father. As the first son to return to the Imperium, he knew the Emperor's patience was limited.

"Work hard and try to get leniency."

"......." Alpharius looked at the ceiling and continued to pick up the data tablet.

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"My lord, our offensive is going well." As the Triarch's Prayer moved, the massive Word Bearers fleet, like a slow and steady beast, gradually crushed the defenses in front of it. However, Alpharius's tactics and the Imperial Legion's hard work made the Word Bearers fleet pay a heavy price with every step. Entire fleets of cruisers were wiped out, and battleships and large cruisers also suffered heavy losses under the concentrated fire of the Imperial warships.

"Mobilize the reserves, reinforce our left flank." Kor Phaeron decisively deployed his reserves, looking at the weakened left flank. While there would be losses, they were within his means. The star fortress lay before them. In just half an hour, the Triarch's Prayer could destroy the Empire's strongest hold on the planet.

"Prepare the main guns! Draw energy! We must destroy this star fortress as quickly as possible." Kor Phaeron commanded as the target entered the main gun's range. The main guns then began charging, and the massive battleship came to a halt. Ten minutes later, the Trinitarian's main guns fired their first round! As the massive plasma shells landed on the star fortress's shield, dazzling spots of light enveloped the entire fortress. After a few flashes, the shield collapsed.

"Very good, keep charging, keep shooting, those flies can't threaten the powerful Prayer of the Three." And when the Prayer of the Three began to stand still and output, Alpharius finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Our meteor shower has arrived. They will collide directly with the rebel fleet under the influence of the acceleration engine and the planet's gravity." The AI ​​of the Border Guardian quickly planned the path of the meteor shower.

The question is, without specialized weapons like bipolar torpedoes and vortex weapons, is there a way to exterminate a planet? There are ways, such as installing propulsion systems on asteroids and ramming them head-on. A few of these could eventually wipe out a planet's ecosystem. And this time, Alpharius used these powered meteorites to attack the Word Bearers fleet!

Normally, these meteorites wouldn't hit agile warships, but among them was a massive Abyssal-class battleship. Larger than an ordinary star fortress, it could move, but its maneuverability was barely adequate. And the rebels couldn't afford to abandon this conspicuous target.

When the swarms of meteorites suddenly changed direction due to the installed engines and headed towards the Word Bearers fleet, Kor Phaeron realized that the situation was beyond his expectations.

"Stop those meteorites! Damn it, these cunning guys actually used this method!" Kor Phaeron looked at Rotgut fiercely. "You didn't predict their attack!"

"My lord, I've never seen a fleet battle conducted in this manner. Prophecy must be based on something," Rotgut explained. However, the Word Bearers fleet had to face this deadly meteor shower. Swarms of warships were reorganized, ready to destroy the massive asteroids with torpedoes and naval guns. But at this moment, Alpharius played his second card.

"Prepare for a short-range jump. We'll jump behind the Abyssal Terror and destroy its escort ships," Alpharius ordered. With the activation of their short-range jump engines, a dozen Splendor-class battleships and their accompanying frigates quickly opened a wormhole in the real universe. In just a few tens of seconds, a small but highly elite fleet passed through the void and arrived at the target's flank and rear!

"Concentrate your firepower and attack the fleets intercepting the meteorites." Following Alpharius's command, the Brilliant-class battleships and dense carrier-based aircraft launched an attack. Under the torrential fire, the cruisers were reduced to shattered pieces. Even if some large warships managed to withstand the enemy's firepower, they were unable to effectively intercept the meteorites.

The Triarch Prayer wanted to turn around and use its firepower like a dense forest to destroy the incoming meteorites, but it had just given all its energy to its main guns. The powerful main guns had already drained all of the Triarch Prayer's energy reserves. Even with hundreds of plasma engines constantly charging the batteries, it was still too difficult for the battleship to start moving and turning.

(The Abyssal-class battleship has a main gun. In the background novel, the Abyssal Terror destroyed a Thousand Sons cruiser that refused to surrender with its main gun. At that time, the Thousand Sons cruiser did not know that Prospero had been burned.)

When the battleship responsible for covering was disrupted and partly destroyed by the fleet led by Alpharius himself, the swarms of meteorites became a considerable trouble for this huge battleship and some slower-moving battleships nearby.

The battleship's macrocannons continuously sprayed deadly shells into the distance. An asteroid, more than a circle larger than the battleship, was shattered, but the remaining debris still flew towards the fleet under the influence of inertia. Even after being shattered, some of the rocks were still the size of frigates or destroyers. When they collided with the battleship, they still caused great damage.

Some warships were unlucky and were directly destroyed, creating even more debris. Smaller warships and carrier-based aircraft swept across the surrounding area. The aircraft had long been rendered useless by the countless meteor showers. As soon as they emerged, they were destroyed by the flying meteorite debris. The so-called debris was tens or even hundreds of meters across, hitting them head-on at extremely high speeds...

"The Triarch Prayer was hit." Finally, some huge meteorites hit the giant battleship of the Word Bearers, and most of them hit the back. Some of the meteorites even left a hole in the giant battleship that was big enough for a destroyer to enter.

Facing the meteor shower, the Trinitarian's void shield wasn't very effective. Its characteristic was that it wouldn't trigger if a non-velocity object passed through it. (The torpedoes in the background had a chance to penetrate the shield and directly damage the ship.) Such an attack could inflict far more damage than normal weaponry!

Chapter 417: The Death of Kor Phaeron (6K)

"I've received a signal from reinforcements. The Ultramarines and Space Wolves are arriving soon." Just as the Word Bearers fleet had just experienced a catastrophe, another piece of terrible news came from Rotten Guts. "We should consider retreating!"

"How many of them are there?" Kor Phaeron asked grimly.

"The Ultramarines have at least a full Chapter, plus additional auxiliaries, while the Space Wolves have perhaps more than a Grand Company, totaling at least 4 Legionnaires, plus support from the Imperial Navy and the Mechanicus Fleet. We no longer have a numerical advantage," Rotgut said.

"This is not what we imagined. Our actions seem to have been predicted by the other party. You are demons, you are descendants of the Warp. Why did this happen? Can't the great Nurgle solve these troubles?" Kor Phaeron roared as if to vent.

"I have given everything I have, but I still cannot escape my fate. I am sincere to the Merciful Nurgle, but why is my sincerity always unrewarded?"

"Kor Phaeron! Cheer up and take your fleet away from here quickly! We can't wait for the Imperial fleet to arrive." Rotten Gut said with a complicated expression as he looked at Kor Phaeron, who was a little emotionally broken.

"Evacuate? Yes, I want to evacuate and take the fleet away from here. I can't take this battleship anymore. I want to change to another ship. This target is too big. They can see it at a glance, and it moves too slowly." Korphan said as he ordered his subordinates to prepare a new flagship for him.

"No, this is not enough. I must perform a ritual, a ritual to ascend to Daemon Prince. I am willing to convert to Nurgle, I am willing to become his Daemon Prince. Great Nurgle, please, please give me this opportunity! I can spread Nurgle's name. I have rich experience, and I can do many things." Kor Phaeron seemed to foresee his own defeat. He trembled and begged Nurgle, hoping to become a Daemon Prince. In this way, even if he was killed, he would only return to the Warp temporarily.

"Shut up! You old bastard, you are blaspheming the great Nurgle! The great Nurgle will not promote a loser!" Kor Phaeron's performance made Rotten Intestine unable to bear it anymore.

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"This is your adoptive father? Lorgar, how dare you allow him to live in such a shameful state? He claims to be a follower of the evil god, but I cannot see a trace of piety in his words. He leads a company of the Word Bearers Legion. And his actions bring shame to the entire legion! He is cowardly, insidious, and hypocritical. He is completely useless."

In front of a mirror, Lorgar looked gloomily at Kor Phaeron, who was begging for ascension, while Fulgrim on the side mocked him mercilessly.

"I gave him a chance. It was his own choice. He has greatly disappointed me and brought shame to my legion. The enemy hasn't even arrived yet! He's already chosen to escape! This Chaos! This coward, his soul should be devoured by the lowest demons!" Lorgar finally couldn't help it.

Lorgar did not trust Kor Phaeron, or rather, up to this point, he had few people he trusted in the entire Legion. So he had made arrangements. The Nurgle Bell Tower prepared by Rotgut was actually a tool to maintain communication between the two sides.

"Rotgut, prepare the demon ascension ritual for him, aboard the Triarchal Prayer," Lorgar said. Lorgar hadn't intended to completely drive his adoptive father to death; letting Kor Phaeron lead the fleet alone was his own choice. Furthermore, Lorgar had prepared the ritual and materials for Kor Phaeron's ascension. Forget about achieving the ultimate goal; even if he could destroy a planet, the ascension ritual would be possible. However, he hadn't expected his adoptive father to be so cowardly and incompetent!

"It's impossible to succeed, Lorgar. You know, although the great Nurgle is kind enough, he will not allow a loser to ascend to a demon for the purpose of survival. The fact that he can become a Chaos Spawn is the greatest gift from Nurgle." Rotgut said.

"I know it won't work. Let him stay aboard the Triarchic Prayer, drain his strength and soul, and let him do his final bit for our cause. Also, withdraw any fleet that can, disperse, and try to break out. Don't get caught." Lorgar sighed. Kor Phaeron's behavior was truly damning, but in the end, the little bit of humanity left in Lorgar's heart made him sigh for his former adoptive father. But that was all.

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"Kor Phaeron, I can perform the demon ascension ceremony. But everything is on the Triarch Prayer, so you must stay on this battleship and complete the final ceremony." Rotten Gut looked at Kor Phaeron who was almost about to cry, suppressed the disgust in his heart and said.

"Okay, thank the great Nurgle, I'll be ready." Kor Phaeron said as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Fight for the great Nurgle to the bitter end." Rotgut glanced at Kor Phaeron, as if he were a dead object. The ritual that would soon begin wasn't meant to elevate Kor Phaeron to a demonic state, but to drive him insane and drain him of all his strength and soul. "For the next period of time, leave the combat missions to your subordinates."

"No problem, that's your responsibility." Kor Phaeron didn't notice Rotgut's abnormality, or perhaps it was Rotgut's twisted appearance that effectively concealed it. He had no interest in his duties or the survival of the Legion. His only concern was how to ascend to a higher level and escape this disaster.

"Does the Great Father need more sacrifices? This entire ship is filled with those willing to sacrifice themselves for him." Kor Phaeron was familiar with rituals. Rituals required sacrifices, and the more sacrifices, the more powerful his ascended demon would become. Of course, the evil spirits of the evil god needed to be considered, but wasn't Nurgle quite "merciful"? Kor Phaeron had already labeled his colleagues as sacrifices.

"Get to work!" Rotgut could barely stand the despicable man before him. He had originally thought of consuming a bite of Kor Phaeron's soul after his death, but now Rotgut no longer had any interest. It was too filthy. Nurgle's mercy was a "disease." But it didn't include "mental illness."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away!" Korphan said quickly.

After Rotgut took command, the Word Bearers fleet began to retreat. Unfortunately, just as they were about to reach Mandeville Point and leave the system, the Ultramarines and Space Wolves fleets were right on target! Hundreds of warships of all kinds roared out and launched a pincer attack, trapping the Word Bearers fleet in the middle.

"The battle is over," Alpharius said, looking at the loyalist fleets coming from all directions. "So what will happen to me and my legion after this battle is over?"

"Continue to fight for the Emperor and humanity. Your legions have received your communication. They are gathering here from all directions. Then the Emperor will give you a new designation and begin a crusade of atonement. First Ultramar, then the Ghoul Star Cluster." The Machine Spirit of the Border Guardian replied.

"I gave Captain Bass the order to leave here!" Alpharius shouted.

"Is it possible that your company commander has been replaced? We are all Alpharius." The Machine Spirit said with a smile, and did not forget to make a joke at the end.

"I..." In the previous bickering between the two sides, none of the Machine Spirit's words had been as devastating as this one. The Alpha Legion, known for its covert operations and espionage tactics, had been infiltrated, and the enemy had even been dangling in his face for quite some time, even bringing him along, unknowingly working for the Emperor. This, to Alpharius, was the ultimate irony.

"Think about it more positively, Alpharius. Masked Man has also lived for thousands of years and has experienced the entire turbulent period. It is normal that he is stronger than you in terms of experience and ability. And he has also received the blessing of the Supreme Beings." The Machine Spirit looked at Alpharius, who was mentally shocked, and sighed and comforted him.

"I am the son of the Emperor. I should do better. I should stand at the pinnacle of humanity." said Alpharius.

"Even the Emperor wouldn't dare claim to be at the pinnacle of humanity in all aspects. You are merely his son, inheriting a certain aspect of his power, and lack sufficient experience. Don't set too high expectations for yourself. Be humble. If Magnus's arrogance is shown, then yours is hidden deep in your heart," said the Machine Spirit.

Alpharius and Omegan are indeed quite capable, as long as you don't consider single combat. Their legions are also very strong. While Fulgrim led 100 men to conquer one planet, seven Alpharius soldiers used incitement and infiltration to conquer another planet. (This is mentioned in the background.)

During the Heresy, a portion of the Alpha Legion nearly defeated the Space Wolves, sabotaging the Raven King's plan to rebuild the Legion. Even then, the Alpha Legion didn't exert its full strength, demonstrating the strength of its Primarch and the officers and soldiers beneath him.

However, Alpharius is also arrogant and holds grudges. For example, the reason he fought the Space Wolves in the background was because Russ had accused them of being unfair in their tactics. As for this plane, Alpharius is still powerful, but unfortunately, with the appearance of the Traveler and the Emperor's decision to accept the Faith, there are too many powerful people in this plane.

"Perhaps, you are right. But I always feel like chopping something up." Alpharius stood up and picked up his Pale Spear. "Tell my father to prepare a full set of Centurion Terminator power armor for my guards."

Then he walked out of the house. With the situation already decided, he decided to board the Three Sacred Prayers ship on the opposite side and let off some steam.

"Then you better be careful." said the machine soul.

"Don't worry about my business!" Alpharius said dissatisfiedly.

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"Sir, there are too many enemies and heavy firepower here. Our attack is almost stagnant." A Hydra captain reported to Alpharius.

In the end, three legions simultaneously boarded one of the largest warships ever built by the Empire. Whether it was the Ultramarines, the Space Wolves, or the Alpha Legion, they all wanted to take the honor of capturing this warship into their own pockets. Well, although Alpharius's power armor was still painted blue and had a gold toilet seat.

"Damn it, if it weren't for the heavy losses my legion suffered, none of this would be a problem." Alpharius picked up the data tablet and looked at the Space Wolves who were rapidly attacking on another front. The latter relied on more advanced equipment and a little bit of luck, such as the enemy being weaker on their side, so they advanced faster.

The Abyssal battleships were too large, and the enemy was too numerous. The swarms of Dark Mechanicus's creations and the swarms of cultists and Legionnaires put Alpharius under immense pressure. After all, he didn't have many men with him, and their equipment was definitely not particularly sophisticated. According to Alpharius's estimation, they were at best at the level of the Ultramarines' ever-victorious forces.

As for the Primarchs' combat effectiveness, putting aside Alpharius's weakness, most Primarchs, without awakening their Warp essence, would have fled if faced with a volley of heavy equipment. As for getting in close and using spears? Would they even give them that opportunity? Gazing at the volcanic spears of the Fallen Knight mechs and the nearby Nurgle Daemons, the Hydra Leader and his lesser Hydras could only sigh in despair.

The powerful firepower blocked his possibility of breaking through with ordinary attacks, and Nurgle's Heralds and Death Knell suppressed the opponent from the psychic level. In this situation where a head-on confrontation was required, Alpharius had no better solution.

"Lord of Hydra, do you need support from friendly forces?" At this moment, a message suddenly came through Alpharius's communication band. He was immediately annoyed when he saw it!

"Damn it, why are you back? Are you here to mock me?" Because in the notes of this communication frequency band, Alpharius saw the words Captain Bass, and this name was the Hydra captain who was replaced by a mask!

"No, it's not a mockery. At least now, I am indeed serving you." said the masked man.

"Serve me? Gather my legions here and hold back the Word Bearers' offensive?" Alpharius said angrily. He felt like he had been fooled!

"My lord, your coming here was arranged by the Supreme Beings. They can get your fleet here with or without me. And so far, I have indeed been helping you." said the masked man.

"Haha, fine, I'll just assume you're helping me." Alpharius decided not to dwell on the issue. "So, how are you going to deal with these things blocking my way?" Alpharius looked at the flaming Titans, Fallen Knights, and Nurgle demons in the distance.

(In the background of the Battle of Fal, when the Imperial Fist led the team aboard Perturabo's flagship, it was the Titans who boarded as well. The Abyssal-class battleships were larger, so they had enough space inside to accommodate Titan-level weapons.)

"All problems come from insufficient firepower! If we can't solve the problem, it means we don't have enough firepower!" After the masked man said this, Alpharius vaguely felt a huge air flow, as if some low-flying behemoth was rushing here quickly!

A moment later, three Bear gunships painted with Space Wolves livery and one Dragon gunship entered the battlefield. The void shields they projected instantly blocked the firepower of the Chaos rebels in the distance, while the anti-demon stance activated on the Dragon gunships greatly weakened the connection between the demons and the Warp!

"Open fire! Clear out those obstacles ahead." Following the mask's order, the volcanic cannon and heavy plasma cannon roared, and deadly beams of light gushed out, sweeping back and forth across the rebel positions.

"How did you get these giants?" Alpharius asked curiously. After all, as a servant of the Emperor, he could understand that he had traveled through the Warp with the help of the Traveler to come before him, but he couldn't understand the heavy equipment of the Space Wolves before him.

"It's very simple. I just said that the friendly forces need help. Since the enemy had limited frontal area, they couldn't deploy their forces, so they provided us with equipment out of kindness." The masked man said easily.