Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Allowing the Ecclesiarchy to fend for itself would prevent corruption and the energy to cause chaos. Relinquishing ultimate interpretation authority to the Emperor and the Chamber of Regents would ensure that the Ecclesiarchs below would be less likely to cause major disruptions. With these two restrictions in place, the Ecclesiarchy's problems were effectively nonexistent. A properly developed Ecclesiarchy did have its benefits, providing strength to the Emperor at a higher level, strengthening humanity's cohesion and absolute loyalty to the Emperor and his Primarch, and acting as a check on Terra's bureaucracy.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Keeler, you will still be punished, but before that, you must contribute your strength to the coming war. You need to proclaim the Emperor's will to the combatants and the people of the Ultramar sector," Guilliman said. He was able to do this because the Emperor had spoken to him.

"As you wish, great Son of the Supreme. Thank you for your forgiveness." Qi Le said excitedly while kneeling on the ground.

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"Father, what are your plans for this nascent religion?" Guilliman concluded the trial and returned to his chambers, where, as expected, he saw the Emperor. "Do you truly consider yourself a god now, rather than a member of the human race?"

"I am human, always have been, and always will be. My child." The Emperor said to Guilliman in front of him.

"But they don't think so. They regard you as a god. Some of their actions have distorted your will. The influence of religion in the future may be beyond our imagination." Guilliman expressed his concerns.

"You're overthinking it. Trazyn has already proposed a solution to keep religions from being separated from production. Then, without support, they won't be able to expand quickly. And if they assume some obligations and control privileges, then the size of this religious group will be controllable." The Traveler appeared in front of Guilliman.

"My Lord, I understand your point, but you cannot demand that religions refuse to accept gifts. Some, for various reasons, driven by fanaticism or power, are willing to make offerings to religions," Guilliman said. In theory, managing a planet is not easy; if a place is not well-off, it is normal for it to have more expenses than income. However, one of the problems with religions is their appeal: some are willing to give away money for free.

"All the offerings collected should be handed directly to the Emperor's Chamber of Retinue. Not even the High Lords of Terra can take any of it. As for how the money is used, it is up to the Emperor to decide," said the Traveler with a smile.

"Shit..." Guilliman didn't expect the Traveler to do things so ruthlessly.

"If that's the case, Qile's missionary work will probably be very difficult." Guilliman had to admit that this method directly limited the speed of religious spread.

People with ideals and aspirations are rare. At the beginning of an organization, there will be many such people. However, those who join later may have their own practical goals. If the benefits fall short of expectations, there will be fewer people joining later.

All the Traveler needs to do is keep the Emperor's Cult as pure as possible, and not turn faith into a commercial enterprise. As long as they strike this balance, the cult won't become too large. After all, think about it: the Traveler's power is already immense. Let's put it this way: if the Traveler were a bit more ruthless, his influence could rival that of the Emperor. After all, you can't stay indoors forever, right? The Warp is so dangerous. If the Traveler is a bit more cautious, just tell them: before you board the ship, will you pay your respects to the Traveler?

"Many things are unprecedented, so we need to slowly explore them." The Traveler then said to the Emperor, "Don't be so stingy. It's okay to respond to the believers while you're at it. I also know how to send gifts when I have time."

"Take your time," the Emperor said. "After all, you can't just destroy religion. Faith unites people, and religion is a way of believing. Banning it will lead to very serious consequences. You should understand this, Guilliman. If you're worried, I can have the Emperor's attendants work with you to manage the Empire's religious affairs."

"Father, perhaps it would be better to leave it to one of our brothers." Guilliman was relieved. Clearly, he understood that the Supreme Beings viewed religion as a temporary solution, similar to their attitude towards the Mechanicus. Understanding this, his heart was untied. After all, many things required careful consideration.

The Emperor has donned the guise of the All-Powerful God. From a pious perspective, believing in the Emperor's own religion is far superior to believing in the Mechanicum, which he masquerades as. Guilliman can tolerate the Mechanicum, so he naturally has no aversion to it, especially since the Emperor is willing to let him manage it.

"So who do you think is more suitable?" asked the Emperor.

"I'm afraid it would be better for you to manage it yourself." Guilliman thought about his loyal brothers, who seemed to have little interest in religion. In that case, it would be better to hand this hot potato to the Emperor.

"Father, in this war, will you fight the evil god directly, or will you fight alongside us as before?" Guilliman asked.

Ever since the Traveler became a god, he rarely fought with mortals. Even when fighting against evil gods, they were not on the same battlefield. The reason was simple. When the Traveler's incarnation fully unleashed his divine power, the majestic divine power could instantly pollute all the mortals around him. This kind of pollution was not a simple brainwashing.

The same is true of the Emperor. Although he hasn't become a god, his body remains in the real universe. However, except when he's on the Golden Throne, he often travels through the Warp. This is because the Emperor's power can also taint mortals. Therefore, in battle, gods fight gods, and mortals fight mortals.

"If you were to see me in battle, I'm afraid everyone except you would instantly become a fanatic," the Emperor said. "So the gods and mortals must be stationed separately. Unless the opposing gods are gone, the gods can directly crush the enemy mortal forces, in which case they can do whatever they want."

"Of course, Guilliman, my boy, before the great battle, the Traveler and I will still show our avatars to the soldiers of the armies. We will inspire all to fight for Humanity, and we will also do our best to protect them from the influence of Khorne." said the Emperor.

"Okay father, I will await the arrival of the Supremes in the Legion." Guilliman said seriously.

Guilliman did not have to wait long. The battle that would determine the fate of the Ultramar sector would soon arrive. Khorne had already decided to place the final battle on a world called Calth, and both sides were making final preparations. This war was Khorne's, but it was not just Khorne's.

Chapter 420 Khorne: Work with Me, Nurgle (5K)

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" As countless voices echoed across the sea of ​​souls, an immense being rapidly approached the barrier between reality and the void. All psykers struggled to control their minds, avoiding the gaze of that alien being, filled with hatred, rage, and bloodshed.

Mortals were infected, and they impatiently grabbed anything nearby that could be used as a weapon, eager to immediately plunge into a bloody battle. When some were frightened by the blood and brutality contained in the battle, they would be immediately beheaded by their former colleagues nearby, draining them of blood. The blood and skulls would incite them to turn on more of their comrades!

Afterward, the frenzied butchers would scramble to build a bonepile in a wide area, drawing blasphemous magic patterns on the ground with their blood. A thick, blood-red fog enveloped nearly all of the Chaos rebels, while aboard Angron's flagship, the World Eaters themselves had already begun a grand blood sacrifice.

If Khorne's influence on other warships was merely to "purge the weak," then within the World Eaters, a bloody battle unfolded between the strongest! They used skulls and blood to build altars, allowing the Blood God's most powerful demons to enter the real world!

"My lord, I feel a call from a higher dimension. The great god of war and blood, the Hunter, is calling us to participate in a grand hunt." Kahn came to Angron's throne and said excitedly.

"I already know." Angron painfully suppressed the bloodthirsty impulse in his mind. However, as the butcher's nails drove into him one by one, Angron finally succumbed to the bloodthirsty call.

"Let's go! Offer a generous sacrifice to the Blood God! The powerful and generous Khorne will give us the reward we deserve!" Angron picked up the battle axe beside him, strode down from the throne and walked outside. Now he always wanted to chop something.

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"Primal violence and blood. The smell makes me sick." Fulgrim also felt the increasingly strong aura of Khorne in the surrounding environment. He shook his head in disgust. "Pull our fleet away."

"I sense your fear," Mozai said to Fulgrim when they were the only two left in the room. "You're not afraid of violence, you're afraid that one day you'll be dominated by violence."

"Are you kidding? No one can dominate me. I am Fugen. The reason why I am Fugen is because my thoughts are my own." Fugen retorted, but his words always gave people a feeling of being fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.

"Haha, you are too fragile because you have no faith. This hinders you from moving towards a higher path. Even the perfection you pursued before is not pure." Mozai sneered.

"Haha, a demon telling me about faith? You are just a tool of Slaanesh." Fulgrim retorted. "You can't even choose your own path."

"Of course I have faith. I hone my skills and magic in battle. I pursue excellence. I will not indulge in enjoyment, and everything I do will be rewarded. Now I stand at the ceiling of all demons. I can defeat the strongest subordinates of any Destroyer in single combat, whether it is Kabanha, Skarbrand, Carlos or Ku'gath! They will all be defeated by my spear!" said the Demon Disaster with full momentum!

"Folgen, think carefully. Is your so-called perfection truly worthwhile? Do you truly have a firm belief and the means to realize it?" Mozai said earnestly. He continued to weaken Fulgrim's defenses, hoping that the Traveler's final blow would completely change Fulgrim.

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"Great Khorne, your ultimate weapon of war is not suitable to be presented now. It will completely destroy the structure of our legion and turn everyone into a madman who only knows how to kill!" Just when Angron was enjoying killing and Fulgrim was disgusted with blood, Lorgar was earnestly persuading Khorne to temporarily seal the demon planet in the warp.

Lorgar could offer his skull to Khorne and create bloodshed, but he would never allow his men to become maniacs who only knew how to kill, because that would never work!

"Isn't killing good?" Khorne's voice came from the altar in the distance.

"Killing is to please you, the great Khorne, but in order to kill more efficiently, we need discipline and organization. Not aimless killing, my lord." Lorgar explained in fear and trepidation.

"Hmm, that makes sense. Blood and skulls do please me, but I need other things as well." Khorne seemed lost in thought. If he wanted to gain other powers, he would have to practice other paths. For example, conspiracy and the art of war.

"Your preparations are very poor. Ultramar is not plunged into killing and blood." Khorne said dissatisfiedly.

"My lord, I have done my best." Lorgar lowered his head, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness. True to his words, he had truly done his best. The Word Bearers suffered heavy losses, even losing an Abyssal-class battleship. Tens of thousands of Word Bearers were reduced to ash.

All three legions of the Dark Crusade suffered heavy losses. The enemy already had the upper hand in terms of hyperdimensional might, and Khorne was extremely stingy with his divine power, anticipating a showdown with the Emperor, leaving his legions with very limited attention. With the freed-up Travelers and the vastly larger Ultramarines, the outcome was truly immense.

"Go and complete your mission. Angron needs to upgrade his demons in this battle and create as much slaughter as possible. You don't need to worry about other things." Khorne glanced at Lorgar.

"As you command." Lorgar said, lowering his head.

"I will give you divine power. Don't worry about that." Khorne said.

"God!" Lorgar lowered his head even lower to hide his joy. However, he didn't expect that Khorne would just give him a meaningful look and ignore him.

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"So, Nurgle, you appear before me. Have you thought it through? How about accepting my proposal?" In the depths of the Warp, the bloody incarnation of Khorne said to the Nurgle clone in front of him.

"I will not directly intervene in the battle between you and the Emperor." Nurgle shook his head.

"Then you must consider your situation carefully," Khorne laughed. "Although your clone is the only one still intact, you cannot possibly defeat the Emperor and the Traveler. Moreover, because you destroyed the Lord of Radiance, the Traveler will not let you go. Mortarion is loathed and hated by the Emperor, who would even save Angron rather than show him mercy. Your situation will be dire."

"Oh, I remember now. Mortarion and Tzeentch are closer now, and Carlos follows beside him. But he doesn't care about your recruitment at all." Khorne sneered mercilessly, but then he changed the subject.

"Nurgle, you should understand that you and Tzeentch are eternal enemies, and Slaanesh is not worthy of being our ally. He can only be our nourishment. Abandon Slaanesh and fight with me. There is no fundamental conflict between us."

"Khorne, you want too much. Isn't it better to be the same as before?" Nurgle sighed. He now missed the Khorne who only wanted to obtain blood and skulls from war, instead of the current Khorne who was interested in conspiracy, skills and dark forging.

"I didn't think about these problems before, but now it's different. I have thought about these problems, and I should not ignore my inner desires." Khorne shook his head and said.

Kor Phaeron worships Nurgle. Lorgar knew this, so Khorne must know it even more. Why doesn't Khorne do anything about it? One very important reason is that Khorne wants to win over Nurgle. He knows he's not powerful enough, or perhaps his strength can't support his ambitions! However, it's clear that Nurgle is not an evil god that can be easily pacified.

"Enough, Khorne! Go back to the past! Think about Tzeentch. When the Crystal Staff was still in his hand, how powerful was Tzeentch? But what was the result? He finally retreated, and you are now even crazier than Tzeentch at that time! But you don't have his strength! You and I should understand that the throne is eternal, but we are not." Nurgle tried to continue persuading Khorne to give up the idea of ​​seizing other powers.

"Times have changed, Nurgle. The Warp is now very crowded and is no longer our paradise. If we don't want to be eliminated, we must move forward. Many of your ideas are too conservative." Khorne shook his head and said.

"Okay, the debate ends here. Now answer me, Nurgle, are you willing to help?" Khorne looked at the hesitant khaki fat man in the distance.

"I can provide some help, but I won't do it myself. Besides, our cooperation is only temporary. I have not formed an alliance with you. You have to help me deal with Tzeentch. At least I will never allow Mortarion to bow down to Tzeentch! And you owe me an extra favor, a big favor." Nurgle spoke, and then He took out a sickle with chains.

"Among these is a power I dislike: Death. I hope it will be of use to you," Nurgle said. Nurgle is the Lord of Entropy, but his powers primarily consist of three: death, decay, and twisted rebirth. However, Nurgle himself dislikes death. Therefore, he is willing to provide Khorne with some of these powers. Khorne, in return, pledged in the name of God that he would not seek any of these powers. And now, the power of death has attached itself to this rusted scythe.

Nurgle ultimately decided to aid Khorne, as Tzeentch was putting too much pressure on him. Although Tzeentch's clone had been severely damaged and could not defeat Nurgle directly, Tzeentch was known for his scheming. After several rounds of fighting, Mortarion fell deeper and deeper into trouble. Nurgle, on the other hand, felt powerless. This was truly awkward. So, after much deliberation, Nurgle decided to cooperate with Khorne for the time being. As for what to do next, that was a matter for the future.

"After this war, no matter what the outcome, I will help you solve the problem. And my best demons will obey your orders." Khorne said. After that, Khorne put away the sickle in his hand.

"Wait, your people are actually blocking the demonic disaster?" At this moment, Nurgle suddenly exclaimed.

At this moment, Nurgle suddenly discovered that on a warship of the Emperor's Children, two Khorne Daemons, blessed by the power of the Blood God, appeared directly in front of the Scourge. The purpose of these two demons was very simple. They tried to "persuade" the Scourge to join Khorne and offer his skull and blood for Khorne!

"I admire the Scourge. His master is so cowardly, I think I can give the Scourge a brighter future." Khorne said.

"You have crossed the bottom line! Khorne! You have crossed the bottom line! This is absolutely not allowed. At least for now, Slaanesh is still my ally. Although he is cowardly, he is still my ally. The Scourge is still his great demon. We are gods, but some basic rules must still be followed. Even Tzeentch has no idea of ​​bringing other great demons under his command. At most, he is just bewitching a certain guy." Nurgle roared!

"This matter has nothing to do with you. You can pretend not to see it." Khorne said.

"I can't pretend not to see it! Because, this time it was the Demonic Plague, and next time it might be Ku'gath. I will never tolerate you doing such a thing, Khorne!" Nurgle said, shaking his big khaki head.

"Are you threatening me?" The Avatar of Khorne lowered his eyes slightly, then looked at Nurgle, a strange light flowing in his blood-red eyes. It was another kind of power.

"You push me, Khorne! You break the balance of Chaos!" said Nurgle.

"Alright, since you helped me this time, I can stay out of this. But if the Scourge can't even withstand my two less-than-stellar subordinates, then that's his problem." Khorne took a small step back. "My previous promise still stands. So be it."

The power of the evil god is immense. Reversing the attributes and tendencies of a demon isn't difficult, even for the greatest demon, the Scourge. After all, even before the Traveler's ascension to godhood, he was utterly defeated by Chaos, yet he still had the power to "reshape" the Scourge. But Chaos, though chaotic, has its limits. Demons fighting, killing one another is fine, but forcibly reversing a demon's attributes is something no evil god has ever truly accomplished. But this time, Khorne has overstepped the boundaries.

"Nurgle, there is no conflict in our powers. Cooperate with me and we will definitely become the masters of the Warp and the physical universe." Khorne said.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in making a choice right now," Nurgle said, glancing at Khorne. However, he didn't finish his words. After all, his situation was rather dire. Although he was the Third Evil God, after his struggle with Tzeentch, Nurgle felt that without other beings of the same rank to disrupt the situation, the gap between him and Tzeentch was quite large...

They were a far cry from each other in terms of power, not to mention their scheming and intrigue. Furthermore, because of the incident with the Lord of Radiance, Nurgle felt that the Traveler's pettiness would not let things go, so he left a suspect alive regarding Khorne.

"Well, I'm glad you think so," Khorne said with a smile. "I look forward to the moment when you make the right decision, my friend."

"Emmmm." Nurgle left without stopping. Meanwhile, on Fulgrim's flagship, a battle was taking place between the Scourge and two Khorne Daemons.

"Battle Hound, Skull Collector? Such unaesthetic names show that they are not famous guys." After the two demons introduced themselves, Demon Disaster couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Alright, there's nothing for you to do here. Leave now." Looking at the extremely nervous soldiers of the Emperor's Children, Mozai waved his hand nonchalantly, signaling them to leave. Then, a group of Emperor's Children left the battlefield as if they had been pardoned.

"Alright, who of you guys go up? Hurry up, I'm in a hurry," said Demon Disaster. Based on Demon Disaster's previous experience, battles with Khorne Daemons were usually 1v1. They rarely ganged up on each other, and if someone asked for help, they'd rush you! Demon Disaster admired this kind of martial virtue.

"You can choose to fight us two alone, or you can choose to fight us as a group!" The great demon named Battle Hound waved his hand, and eight Khorne Vanguards appeared behind him.

"If you do this, won't your master tear you to pieces? You are blaspheming the honor of dueling." Demon Disaster was stunned, and suddenly felt that the entire demon was not good. Why did Khorne suddenly lose his martial ethics? This was just like the demon of Slaanesh, and the demon was incomprehensible!

"Okay, don't waste time, fight or surrender!" The battle hound didn't waste any words. With a wave of his hand, a group of Khorne demons rushed forward without any regard for the code of conduct...

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"Garbage is garbage!" After banishing the last Khorne demon besieging him back to the warp, the Scourge swung his spear and watched the last Khorne demon return to the warp in flames.

"Khorne has changed a little," Demon Disaster thought to himself. As a high-ranking demon, Demon Disaster had already sensed Khorne's change. This wasn't a change in preference, but a change in his essential power! Khorne was no longer the evil god who only knew how to chop people down.

"I need to find a way to quickly tell the Traveler about this," Demon Disaster thought to himself. If, before the arrival of Khorne's incarnation, Demon Disaster could still rely on the means left by the Traveler to communicate with the higher-ups, then now Demon Disaster had to be more cautious. He had to at least find a way to leave the area covered by Khorne's domain before he could communicate with the outside world.

As for Khorne's olive branch, the Scourge wasn't prepared to accept it. Firstly, he disliked Khorne and his power. Secondly, having worked for Slaanesh for millennia, the Scourge wanted to live for himself, and the Gods of Order had promised him freedom as long as he stayed out of trouble. For this offer alone, the Scourge would submit to the Gods of Order.

Chapter 421: The Gathering of Ten Thousand Armies 1 (5K)

"Fleet 188, it's your turn to enter." A warning echoed through the Black Knight's ears, and he and his fleet began warping. A few minutes later, the veil of reality opened, and he and his fleet appeared in the system surrounding Calth. As the Warp faded, revealing the physical universe before him, he was astonished to find that the entire fleet, like transported supplies, had been transported directly into the space surrounding Calth by a mysterious force.

In other words, at this moment, Sigismund's Imperial Fist fleet did not enter the galaxy through the Mandeville point, but was directly taken out of the subspace by external forces, and then this "brick" was placed in the fleet array surrounding the planet like stacking bricks.

"This is unscientific." Pollax, standing beside him, was equally shocked by this method of entering and exiting the Warp. As a high-ranking member of the Imperial Fist, Pollax was also somewhat familiar with the legend of the Traveler.

"Although it's unscientific, it's very powerful, and it's on our side." Sigismund's expression was a little strange. "And haven't you noticed? The number of fleets around us is a bit too large. Even the entire Imperial Fist Fleet combined wouldn't be this large."

As the Emperor's chosen one, the Black Knights showed signs of transcendence. While Polacus could only sense the abundance of fleets around him, the Black Knights could sense that the Loyalist fleets gathered on Calth had reached unprecedented scale.

"This will be a decisive battle, one that can even be said to be the most decisive battle since the Great Heresy, because this time the Emperor and the Traveler will fight to the death with the strongest evil god." said the Black Knight.

"The strongest evil god? I believe we will win. Even in the most difficult years before, we have persisted, and now, luck is on the side of humans." Pollax also felt that the fighting has been going very smoothly recently, and he has won no matter how he fights. In his heart of hearts, he also believes that his side has the advantage in luck.

"Alright, the fleet has been temporarily deployed. Next up is resupply and maintenance. But first, we need to greet our brothers from the other legions," the Black Knight said, patting Polacus on the shoulder. "Opportunities like this are rare."

"Okay, I'll go take a look," Pollux nodded. The group then teleported to a star fortress, where they met elites from various loyalist legions. When they met, the topics some of them discussed piqued their interest.

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"I experienced the last great war. Three first-class legions, the Iron Warriors, the Iron Hands, and the Blood Angels. We mobilized over 30 Space Marines, thousands of warships of various types, and a large number of planetary defense fortresses. We thought we could easily stop the enemy."

"In reality, we did hold off the rebels. We even established an advantage in technology and tactics. But when the Warp god named Nurgle appeared, all our efforts were as useless as paper in front of that creature. Ultimately, human civilization paid a heavy price. With the help of the Traveler, we finally won the battle."

"To be honest, the outcome of this battle is shocking. It even shakes the concepts we have formed over the past hundreds of years." The Iron Warriors' company commander said with sympathy.

Humanity has gods. These gods are not the invisible beings worshipped by the Mechanicus, but gods that roam the real universe and influence all of humanity. The Emperor is a god, and there is also a Traveler. Only a handful of people know the Traveler's journey before becoming a god, and those few who do know remain silent.

So, when the gods appeared in the world, the Space Marines who were originally full of ambition and believed that it was the Primarch and the Legion that won the Great Crusade suddenly discovered that the reason why their Legion was able to survive, in addition to their own fighting ability, was that there was a being beyond the standards and beyond human imagination to protect them.

Even within the secret archives of the Legion's high command, records of the Randan xenos extermination campaign mention the confrontation between the two divine spirits. The Randan xenos were defeated not because their regular Legions were unable to defeat the Space Marines, but because their divine spirits were unable to defeat the Emperor and the Traveler. In a high-dimensional battle, only when the Emperor and the Traveler win can the Primarch and the Legion prevail.

Although the Legion's top brass kept this a secret, many of the views of those who truly understood the situation had changed. It could even be said that the so-called Grand Astartes no longer existed in the loyal Legion. After all, if you were truly awesome, could you fight against the gods?