Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"You..." Mozai suddenly felt that Fugen was even more cowardly than he had imagined, his spirit too fragile. Mozai figured that even a surrendered great demon like him wasn't so afraid of him now. But you're his son. Although you've been a bit rebellious, if you're willing to turn over a new leaf and atone for your sins over time, you won't lose your position as a duke. What's there to be afraid of?

Angron's situation was much better. Sitting on the throne, Khorne's tyranny seemed to have affected him, causing him to pick up his battle axe, yet he still seemed to retain some sense. Looking at the eager scions below, who, empowered by the Butcher's Nails and the power of Khorne, seemed ready to sacrifice their own blood, he couldn't help but frown, his eyes filled with disgust.

When a captain raised his battle axe to take the head of his comrade beside him, Angron threw the axe and smashed the captain into a pulp.

"Clean up this mess," Angron said, waving his hand. With his fists, he temporarily suppressed his men's bloodlust, but he knew it was only temporary. Soon, when the real fight began, this fury would erupt even more violently. Perhaps they would have to fight among themselves before even encountering the enemy.

Angron didn't care. He had only done what he did because someone else might dirty his floor. Even though his axe might have stained his own floor, he could do so, but others couldn't!

"What a bastard I am!" Angron suddenly felt a little ridiculous when he thought of this.

If Fulgrim was fearful and Angron decadent, then Lorgar, having gained the power of Khorne, was ambitious. Now, blessed by divine power, he could see and feel more. He had never been more powerful. He glanced at his subordinates with a cold gaze, overlooking everything with the deity he imagined.

He even began to have wild thoughts, wondering what it would be like if he became a god. His mind began to become somewhat erratic, and began to become empty, but in the end, under his will, he returned to himself, and his consciousness was not erased by this delusion.

After regaining control of his mind, Lorgar tried to look at the gods in the distance. He felt that now that he had obtained the power of Khorne, he could be considered a demigod at least. This was a rare opportunity, and he wanted to observe the real gods and his father, Naga, from the perspective of a god.

Then Lorgar wanted to turn his gaze to the golden sun in the distance. However, just when he had this idea but had not yet put it into practice, Lorgar suddenly felt that the emperor opposite him was looking at him, and he subconsciously chose to look at his father!

"A slave to power without limits, you have no morals, no loyalty, and no faith. Everything you have can be used to exchange for power, and your existence is a threat to others." The Emperor's slightly irritable consciousness was transmitted into Lorgar's consciousness. This cold spirit with the disgust of the gods made Lorgar feel as if he fell into an ice cave. His whole body was bound and his soul felt frozen.

"Father... I..." Lorgar tried to defend himself, but in the end he said nothing, and the Emperor looked away. In the end, nothing was said between the two, which seemed to foreshadow a certain ending.

"We have become enemies." Lorgar seemed to sense the resolve in the Emperor's gaze. If the Emperor actively rescued Fulgrim and showed Angron his final mercy, then he had no mercy at all for Lorgar.

When Khorne's avatar and his demonized planet emerged from the Warp into the physical universe, the Great War finally erupted. The Emperor's golden light and Khorne's blood surged fiercely across the Warp, the physical universe, and the hearts of all. Authority, power, and spirit clashed fiercely across different dimensions.

The Traveler immediately attacked Khorne's demonic planet. The demonized planet exuded an aura of endless violence and a bloody, all-consuming aura, but this was no major problem for the Traveler. A vast blue ocean instantly enveloped the planet, completely preventing it from affecting the real universe.

"There is something in here." The tide of the traveler's divine power continued to hit the demon planet. Under the wear and tear and erosion of the powerful divine power, the demon planet was unusually tough, which made the traveler feel a little surprised.

"The aura of Khaine, the Bloody-Handed God. It seems Khorne gained something from that great battle." The Traveler sensed a familiar aura. After all, he had once received support from the Eldar gods. However, the Traveler had no good feelings towards Khaine. On the one hand, he had indeed done some terrible things, and on the other, the Traveler and Khaine had little in common. The only good impression he had was probably that he fought Slaanesh to the end.

"Take your time. I hope nothing goes wrong with the Emperor." The Traveler glanced at the distant battle between the golden giant and the red kobold. This demonic planet posed no threat to the Traveler. After all, Cain had been shattered, and these were merely the remains of his body. As for the whereabouts of Cain's soul, the Traveler had no idea where it was, and the Eldar gods were also very secretive about it.

The Traveler once again glanced at the Endless Journey, hidden within the veil of divine power. This was a trump card, one he didn't intend to play just yet. The battles of the mortal realms were left to the Primarchs and the Legions; He was more focused on the contests between the higher powers.

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"I will go and destroy the Emperor's Son on the opposite side first!" said the Khan.

"Okay, my brother, finish them off as soon as possible. Fulgrim has been the first Primarch to be recovered." Guilliman said.

The gods of both factions clashed on their own battlefields, while fleets within the stars were poised for a collision. First, the White Scars and the Emperor's Children engaged in battle. The Khan's legions, moving faster, charged the opposing Emperor's Children first. By this point, the Emperor's Children, depleted from the previous series of battles, were utterly disorganized. Facing a White Scars force many times their size, even with the siege of some Word Bearers legions, they remained vulnerable to the Khan's onslaught.

"Let's go!" Accompanied by the shining brilliance of the Emerald Sky Star Fortress, the White Scars' most powerful war machine, a group of warships rushed towards the distant Emperor's Fleet like attendants surrounding a king. The latter used various means to attack the White Scars' fleet, but no matter whether it was light spears, macro cannons, or strange psychic powers, under the protection of the star fortress, everything turned into bubbles like fireworks under the latter's heavy shield.

This was a crushing defeat. Facing such an offensive, it was almost impossible for the remnants of the more than 10,000 Emperor's Children rebels and tens of thousands of Word Bearers to win. The only suspense on the battlefield was how long they could hold on.

"Come back, Fulgrim, come back to me." Fulgrim felt the call from the High Heavens. In Slaanesh's Sixth Silver Palace, a severely wounded Slaanesh sat slumped on his throne, attempting to inspect his favorite toys. Before, because of Khorne, he didn't dare to come directly, but now, when Khorne and the Emperor clashed, Slaanesh took action.

A purple divine power instantly connected the distant battlefield and the realm of Slaanesh, and a portal appeared in front of Fulgrim and his fleet. Now, it seemed that as long as Fulgrim wanted, he could immediately leave the battlefield.

"My lord, we can leave this terrible battlefield now. We don't have to work for Lorgar and the Word Bearers Legion." A subordinate said tearfully. He felt that he could finally survive, and from the portal, he could smell the indulgent and lewd atmosphere of Slaanesh's court, and he couldn't wait to enjoy it.

"Magic Scourge, of all people, you have the least reason to stay here." Fulgrim glanced at the palace of Slaanesh revealed by the portal. He used to be drawn to it, but now he felt disgusted. The so-called refinement and art that trampled on human ethics was nothing more than a distortion of beautiful things.

"I want to change the way I live. As the chief demon of Slaanesh, I've had enough! I'm really fed up. I have done the most things, faced the most brutal enemies, and won the most victories. But in the end, I understood that what Slaanesh represents and what I pursue seem to be some distance away." said Demon Disaster.

Chapter 424 Fugen: Dad, give me a chance, I want to be a good person (6K)

"Traitor! Your origin comes from me! It's me who created you, and it's me who made you so outstanding!" Slaanesh's tyrannical voice came from the portal, and a terrifying murderous intent instantly enveloped this battlefield. Under Slaanesh's divine power, everything seemed so insignificant!

Everyone, including Fulgrim and Scourge, was frozen in place by a powerful force. Slaanesh no longer needed them to make a choice; he would personally reclaim everything here and completely destroy Scourge! Slaanesh had already taken action. A powerful force once again surged from the Six-Ring Silver Palace, carrying Slaanesh's madness and resentment, rushing into the real universe.

This time, Slaanesh's actions were not going smoothly. He had crossed the line, violating the dual rules of the Warp and the real universe. Although these rules seemed loose and flexible for those in higher positions, they were like a spring: when compressed too tightly, the more violent the rebound!

Slaanesh can no longer interfere with mortal affairs with such power. His avatar has been destroyed, and his role in this epic event should have concluded. But now, his jealousy, anger, and resentment have led him to challenge fate as a supreme god. And this outcome is bound to be disastrous!

After all, even when the Eldar gods were constantly suppressing the entire warp, when the evil gods remained silent and the Orks were "effectively controlled" by the Eldar using various means, the terrifying Eldar God Court and Eldar civilization were so powerful. Since the Ancient Saints, no civilization has ever achieved such a level.

But when fate struck, the Eldar pantheon and civilization collapsed in an instant, the once-mighty gods reduced to prey for the evil god. A once-powerful civilization that dominated the galaxy was reduced to ashes. This was fate, nearly impossible to resist. Yet, Slaanesh, the beneficiary of this fate, seemed to have failed to learn to revere it or exploit it!

"Slaanesh, you are destined to fail. You have burned your strength, your luck and your future! In the hope of gaining victory now, but unfortunately, destiny cannot be defied!" A figure appeared in the displayed universe. He was no longer a god, but his vicissitudes and heaviness made him not despised by the gods.

The Phoenix King arrived at the Vaal Moon brought by the Traveler. Under His control, the Vaal Moon shone with azure and golden-red divine light. Slaanesh's divine power was blocked by the laws of reality and the Warp, as well as the torrent of fate, and was unable to reach the real universe. Just as He tried to continue to fight fate, the Phoenix King took action!

The immense divine power emanating from the Vaal Moon, aided by fate and the laws of reality, easily dissipated Slaanesh's divine power. With the divine power originally used to suppress the spring gone, Slaanesh faced the powerful backlash of the laws of reality and fate. In an instant, endless explosions and tremors seemed to echo throughout the depths of the Warp. Two of the six rings of the Silver Palace were instantly reduced to ash by the continuous vibrations and impacts.

This power wasn't psionic energy or divine might, but something deeper. There are always forces in the galaxy that even the gods are unwilling to confront. And this time, Slaanesh was unlucky, encountering this power head-on at its weakest moment. Slaanesh's domain collapsed by a third, even during the war with Khorne, only a single ring had been destroyed.

The immense shock and impact even caused the remaining four rings to tremble. It seemed as if the Warp itself was rejecting this weakened god. At this moment, Slaanesh was utterly terrified. He feared the backlash of fate, the vengeance of all he had done and all those he had harmed.

In an instant, Slaanesh withdrew all his power, temporarily and completely withdrawing from the physical universe. He was afraid, fearing backlash, and even more afraid of those who would take advantage of his misfortune. The first major consequence of this withdrawal was that Slaanesh's followers and subordinates were free... This was Slaanesh's voluntary surrender, even a great daemon like the Scourge was freed by his voluntary surrender. Then, the corrupted creatures of the Emperor's Children fleet were instantly reduced to ash.

When those drug-addicted princes lost the favor of Slaanesh, their hidden illnesses broke out at this moment. Most of them were in great pain. Various potions no longer brought them excitement and pleasure. Many of the stimulations exceeded the limit they could originally bear. When they had the favor of Slaanesh, this problem might not have been serious, but now, when it broke out, some people went crazy, while others were directly turned into a pool of meat paste by the corrosive potions.

"How filthy and blasphemous this is!" Fulgrim looked upon the deplorable state of his offspring, feeling a deep sense of disgust. He regretted what he had done, ashamed that he had once worshipped such a filthy and blasphemous thing. However, at this moment, the battle outside had already broken out. After the Phoenix King destroyed Slaanesh's last attempt to interfere with the real universe, the Khan no longer hesitated, and he wiped out all the rebels with full force.

"My lord, the Word Bearers Legion requires us to join the battle." said a captain of the Emperor's Son Legion who was in relatively good condition.

"Fight? I hate evil gods immensely. Whether it's Slaanesh, Khorne, or any other evil god, their existence is the biggest cancer in the galaxy." After saying this, Fulgrim looked at his heirs around him.

"I'm sorry, I was bewitched by the evil god, and I let you embark on this dirty path. You were so outstanding and trusted me so much before. We enjoyed the glory of the Emperor and human civilization, but now, we have become accomplices and traitors of the evil god." Fugen's tears flowed down.

"So, now, if you're willing to leave, you can escape on your own. But if you're willing to continue following me, I'll lead you to atone for your sins, washing away our past shame with blood and blade." Fugen decided to defect at that moment. He wanted to completely sever ties with those filthy people.

"Lord Fulgrim, the Emperor will not forgive you. And our fleet has enough power to completely wipe out all those who betray the will of the Gods!" A dark apostle of the Word Bearers shouted to stop him.

"I don't expect to gain the Emperor's forgiveness. I don't even dare to call Him my father now, because I feel it is an insult to Him. I am just atonement. I care about the process, not the result!" After saying this, Fulgrim drew out the sword in his hand, and before the other party could react, he cut the other party in half.

"We are willing to obey our father's orders. Sons of the Emperor, kill our father's enemies!" All the Emperor's sons half-knelt and swore an oath to Fulgrim again.

"Mozai, I still admire your strength. I can give you a chance to leave here," Fugen said with a complicated expression. "You are free now, which is great. I hope you will not become an enemy of humans in the future."

Fulgrim wondered why, after Slaanesh withdrew from the real universe, the other demons either left or were automatically banished back to the warp, while the guy in front of him seemed unaffected.

"If I say it's for the Emperor and the Traveler, would you believe it?" Demon Disaster said with a little embarrassment.

"It's a mad world, isn't it?" Fulgrim sighed. "Charge the Word Bearers! If the Khan and his fleet attack us, we will not retaliate, but simply evade them. We will not have to complain to our former brothers. We will simply do our part and bear the blame."

Afterwards, the Emperor's Children fleet began to attack the surrounding Word Bearers Legions! They bravely rushed to the core of the Word Bearers Legion, launching a nearly suicidal attack. Even though the latter had a strong firepower advantage, they still couldn't stop the Emperor's Children's actions like moths to a flame.

"It seems our problem is solved." Khan said as he looked at the Emperor's Legion launching a counterattack against the Word Bearers Legion in the distance.

"Yes, sir, we can reduce the time originally spent on this battlefield to less than half," said Yesugei.

"So now the problem on the battlefield is clear, but the subsequent problems have become complicated. So what should we do with these traitors who decide to surrender? Should we regard them as our brothers, or as corruption that must be eliminated? Or as some kind of expendable cannon fodder?" said the captain of the guards, Qin Xia.

"This is not a problem. Fugen and his descendants are ready to sacrifice themselves. As for the survivors, that is a matter for the future. We just need to follow them and break through here." said the Khan.

"Then Fugen..." Qin Xia asked.

"That's the business of the Supreme Beings, not ours," the Khan said, looking up. Everything went smoothly afterwards. After the Emperor's Children defected, the Word Bearers' formation fell into chaos. Under the crushing weight of the White Scars' superior forces, the battle here was no longer a foregone conclusion.

Countless Word Bearers fleets were shattered by the bombardment of macrocannons and light spears. The Emperor's Children's ruthless and reckless infiltration made it impossible for the Word Bearers to effectively organize themselves to deal with the Khan's legions. Although they relied on their huge numerical advantage to destroy the Emperor's Children's warships one after another, the latter's desperate charges still bit by bit broke through the Word Bearers' defenses.

The White Scars Legion behind them rushed in and harvested all the enemies like a crusher. Soon after the battle began, the Khan had won a decisive victory. But Fulgrim's situation became very bad. With warships being destroyed one after another, Fulgrim's flagship finally began to face the firepower of the Word Bearers Legion from all directions.

"Juba, take your fleet to pick up one of my brothers who has made a mistake. Take Akurduna with you and bring him out." Looking at the besieged Fugen in the distance, the Khan ordered.

"Forget it, after you board the ship, turn on the beacon and I'll go there." Khan said after hesitating for a moment.

"Sir, you should stay here and command the entire legion in battle." Qin Xia said.

"We've already won, haven't we?" the Khan said.

"We have other tasks, we also have to support Lord Guilliman and Lord Corax. Our advantage is the greatest on all fronts, so we must act quickly." Qin Xia continued to advise.

"After completing the task here, you can take Yesugei with you and go first." Khan said after thinking for a moment.

At this time, Fulgrim also encountered the biggest crisis since his birth. A group of Khorne demons boarded his flagship. As the Emperor's children fell one by one, and as the mortals were infected by the breath of Khorne and fell into mutual hatred and chaos, Fulgrim and Malphite stood back to back, facing the opposite side's attack like a storm.

"I didn't expect that in my last battle, I would be fighting shoulder to shoulder with a demon against other demons!" Fulgrim said with some self-mockery after repelling a Khorne demon with the sharp blade in his hand.

"Focus on Fulgrim, these Khorne demons are not fighting with ethics!" As the Demonic Disaster said this, he shot out a psychic lightning, expelling several Khorne demons in the distance who tried to attack him with javelins back into the warp.

"They've become cunning. I sense Khorne has changed." Fulgrim panted as he swiftly swung his sword, repelling the enemies one by one. Now there were six great demons besieging him and the Scourge!

"Khorne is seeking other powers." The Scourge's two pincers simultaneously struck a Khorne Daemon, one piercing its body while the other ripped off half of its wings. Then, with a precise strike of his spear, he pierced its skull. With an explosion of bloody demonic fire, the Daemon was banished back into the Warp.

"Excellent combo! Demon Disaster, this round of your stormy attack has reached my level." Fugen said after dodging the opponent's battle axe chop.

"What you just said was an insult to me!" Mozai snorted coldly. "Be careful, they're going to resort to violence!" A vague figure loomed in the blood mist in the distance.

"What will it be?" Fulgrim was eager to try. Having rediscovered his true self, he still seemed to enjoy the thrill, but he was more concerned with finding the right opponent and experiencing the challenge. Before he could finish his words, two blood-red nets descended upon him. Demon Disaster ignited one with his psychic energy, while Fulgrim dodged the other!

"Oh no! Something is going to happen!" Mozai was the first to realize that something was wrong. When the two separated, there was no one to protect each other's descendants.

"Fulgrim, come closer!" Devil cried out. At that moment, a massive creature burst forth from the bloody mist. It resembled a mammoth cross between a Khorne Bronze Scorpion and a Skull Lord (resembling the Scorpion King), with the lower half of a scorpion and the upper body of a human. Its pincers, axe, and whip swung at Devil. Standing a third taller than Devil, this Khorne war engine launched a frenzied attack.

"Damn, that's a tough one!" Scourge leaped nimbly among the wreckage, dodging the enemy's attacks. The eightfold mark of Khorne on the demon engine effectively limited its psychic power. If relying solely on physical strength, Scourge would be somewhat powerless against this war engine, which was even larger than a Reaver Titan.

"I need some artillery and lasers!" Scourge used his shield to block a blow from the Scorpion King of Khorne. His near-perfect parry didn't completely neutralize the impact, nearly sending him flying. Meanwhile, the scorpion's tail, laced with poison, fired terrifying beams of light. The occasional blood-red spears from its pincers made Scourge's defenses exceedingly difficult. He was able to persevere until this point thanks to years of combat experience and intuition.

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"Some things are truly beyond my expectations," the traveler, gradually wiping away at the demon planet, observed the mortal battles with a smack of his lips. Khorne is growing stronger. This growth manifests itself in many ways. At higher levels, it's beginning to erode the authority of the other evil gods. Meanwhile, in the mortal battles, Khorne's combat methods are becoming more methodical, and he's also begun to develop various war machines. For example, the combat power of Khorne's "Scorpion King" is undoubtedly far greater than that of Luzhu (the Lord of Skulls).

"Let's prepare to reclaim Fulgrim. The time is almost up. Wait for Khan and the others to arrive, and after repelling this wave of demonic attacks, we will prepare to reclaim him." The traveler felt the changing tide of fate, and was about to reach a critical point.

"Come on, you filthy bastards." Elsewhere, Fulgrim experienced what it meant to be surrounded by men, and then men upon men. Four Khorne Daemons surrounded and pounded Chemos's phoenix. With longswords, one-handed axes, whips, and longhandled axes, the four Daemons attacked the Primarch like a raging storm. The slashing blows of the longswords, the powerful impact of the axes, the distance advantage of the longhandled weapons, and the whips hidden in the shadows, ready for a surprise attack, left Fulgrim with no chance to dodge or maneuver.

A Primarch like Fulgrim, known for his skill and speed, had no advantage in a power confrontation. While the Daemons before him weren't as famous as top Daemons like Angras, they were still numerous and powerful. Fulgrim's strength quickly drained during the prolonged confrontation, and his parrying and blocking became slower.

"I'm going to die." A thought he had never thought of before germinated in Fulgrim's heart. Then, despair began to grip his soul. Fulgrim's fighting spirit was affected, and he even began to feel a little fearful. And this slight fear naturally couldn't hide from the demons with their keen sense of smell!

One of the great demons slammed its two-handed axe into Fulgrim's sword, sending a tremendous force through the ground, creating spiderweb-like cracks and even bending Fulgrim's legs. The Primarch's bones and ligaments were squeezed and stretched. As Fulgrim struggled to resist, a long whip seemed to find an opportunity, entwining one of his legs. With a tug, Fulgrim fell to the ground, losing his stability. Then, a great demon rushed forward, using its shoulder armor and a brutal charge to knock Fulgrim sideways.

The devastating blow completely shattered Fulgrim's chest armor, even fracturing his ribs. The intense pain nearly knocked him unconscious. He managed to hold on, but the coughed-up blood and excruciating pain left him powerless.

"It seems that we are going to get some very good spoils today." A great demon said excitedly.

"Our boss used to like skulls, but now he likes valuable prisoners of war." Another big demon who used a whip licked his lips and said.

"I will not be your prisoner, nor will I be your trophy," Fugen said with difficulty. "Perhaps you will ultimately win this battle, but I can guarantee that you will gain nothing."

Fulgrim pulled out a grenade, a treasured weapon from his collection: the core of a vortex grenade, clad in a soul-crushing charge from the aliens. Fulgrim had originally left this for the Traveler. But later, he realized the weapon would be nothing more than a joke to those above him. Now, however, it finally had its day. If victory failed, then perhaps annihilation, body and soul alike, might be the best option. He wondered how the Imperium and humanity would judge him in the future. This thought piqued Fulgrim's curiosity.

"Okay, I'll capture him, and then we'll move on to the next target." A large demon wielded a blood-red net. At that moment, Fugen moved. Driven by a desperate will, he dragged his broken body forward and charged. Even with a broken leg, he continued to advance in a manner neither scientific nor mystical.

At that moment, Fugen could only see those few demons. He wanted to take them with him to death! As he rushed into the demons, he detonated the last of his weapons. The vortex warhead and soul annihilation warhead were triggered simultaneously, completely obliterating the opponent's forbidden weapon from both the spiritual and material aspects, reducing everything to nothingness.

The space vortex formed by the vortex weapon was expanding rapidly. When it was about to reach him, a special force pulled him away from the brink of destruction.

"Kid, don't use such a dangerous weapon next time!" Demon's voice echoed in Fulgrim's ears. He casually swung his spear, piercing a wailing demon through the air. Fulgrim's attack was effective, banishing two, severely wounding one, and decisively killing another. After all, a 2v1 battle between an ordinary-looking demon and Demon? Was he overthinking it?

"How did you get rid of that guy?" Fugen asked curiously.

"I didn't get rid of him. I just destroyed the load-bearing pillars of the hall next to it and temporarily pinned the guy down." Mozai waved his hand to put away the spear, then dragged Fugen to the back of a bunker, and picked up a heavy laser cannon and the energy pack behind it that seemed to have been unloaded from a heavy tank.

"Fuck, you're using this thing?" Fugen was completely upset. In his impression, a demon shouldn't be drawn in this style. Aren't demons all melee and psychic?

"There's no way. Times have changed. Those scum of Khorne are very resistant to psychic energy and have wrapped themselves in iron boxes, so I have to make some changes." The Demon Scourge held up the laser cannon with two huge pincers and placed the energy pack on his back.

Chapter 425 Recovering Fugen

"That guy is not dead, he will come out again. You should find a weapon later. I think the fearless gravity cannon over there is good. You can use it." Mozai instructed.

"Why did you save me? Are you trying to be a token of allegiance to my father or the traveler?" At this point, even if Fugen was slow to react, he knew that Mozai had switched to a new boss.

"A pledge of allegiance? I submitted that long ago." Demon Disaster was debugging his weapon, having psychically retrieved this information from the mind of a Word Bearers technician. He'd been thinking, "It's always better to have more skills than less," but he hadn't expected to see it put to use so soon. "I'm partnering with you because you're the strongest. Don't overthink it."

At this moment, the sound of something heavy falling was heard in the distance, and the massive Khorne Scorpion King appeared in the dust, followed by a volley of poisonous needle lasers. Its power was powerful enough to rival that of a Titan weapon, and its long-range artillery was no less powerful than its close combat capabilities.

At this moment, more demon engines appeared before Mozai and the others. For example, a Khorne War Engine, resembling a hermit crab, was likely an artillery-type demon engine primarily used for long-range attacks. It carried numerous missile launchers. There were also crab-like demon engines and bee-like drones. These things forcibly tore through the collapsed passage and appeared before the two men.

"Will we get reinforcements?" Gazing at the chaotic swarm of demonic engines, the Scourge looked at Fulgrim awkwardly. When Slaanesh withdrew from the real universe, all the Slaanesh demons were expelled. The Scourge was left alone.

"If you're talking about my descendants, I'm afraid I'm a little disappointed," Fulgrim sighed. "Perhaps some are still alive, but they certainly can't come."

"I felt someone approaching me, but I didn't know how to face them," said Forgen.

"How about we shout 'Traveler is Great' first?" Mozai said as he fought back.

"Why not pray to the Emperor?" Fugen asked with a frown.

"Because I am not familiar with the Emperor..." said Mozai.

"You know him? Have you known him for a long time?" Fugen became interested.

"Yes, a long time ago, shortly after Slaanesh was born and the warp storm had not yet subsided. I once led a team to surround and kill the travelers."

"And then?" asked Fulgrim.