Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Then, I came back alone."

"Slaanesh didn't destroy you?" Fulgrim looked at the Scourge in shock. "Of all the demons, only you have returned?"

"Please, the outcome of this matter has nothing to do with me, okay? That's a living god! Unless they're on the same level, no matter how many demons go there, it won't affect the outcome. We're just cannon fodder for them."

Mozai said with a distorted expression, and then he spoke a lot of words like superiors, divine power, destiny, etc., which Fugen did not understand.

"So has Slaanesh finally chosen his end?" asked Fulgrim.

"Yes, Slaanesh died. He was the last of the gods to die. After a battle or entanglement that lasted for 6 days, 6 hours, 6 minutes and 6 seconds, the traveler successfully escaped. He escaped the fate of defeat. In the entire galaxy, the gods could no longer capture his traces or any information about him." The words of the Demonic Disaster were full of awe.

"So this is still an honor for you?"

"Yes and no. After all, being able to escape shows that I have good luck and strength. But if the traveler didn't have other ideas, I wouldn't be able to escape." Mozai said with lingering fear.

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"They are coming!" Blue portals appeared, and a team of giant mechas first appeared in front of Fulgrim. These huge Space Marine-exclusive mechas were the first to step into the battlefield, with the volcanic spears in their hands aimed at the Khorne behemoth in the distance, and then beams of scorching energy flew into the distance.

A large number of Iron Wolf battle mechs and an even greater number of Centurion Terminators also entered the battlefield. Of course, these heavy equipment, considered formidable by some legions, were merely the vanguard. They deployed defensive lines and established positions near the landing point, not advancing rapidly, but awaiting the arrival of decisive weapons. The opposing Khorne Daemons were quite powerful. The two sides engaged in battle for over half an hour, and the Khorne Scorpion King alone, once a formidable threat to the Scourge, had already destroyed three of the giant mechs.

Finally, amid the binary prayers of the Skitarii, the gigantic divine machine stepped onto the battlefield, Warlord Titans and Plunderer Titans equipped with specialized melee weapons strode forward, guarded by Legionnaires and Skitarii. The Legion's anti-gravity aircraft shuttled through the air, and in Fulgrim's not-so-big flagship, the White Scars Legion engaged in a frontal assault.

The Fifth Legion discovered Malphite and Fulgrim hiding in a corner, but they seemed to have no intention of attacking, or even the desire to communicate. The Khan's legion began to advance little by little until a huge figure appeared in the portal, which caused the offensive to stagnate slightly.

"Go do your thing, I'll go see my brother." Khan said to his subordinates.

"My lord, that is another Primarch and a Great Daemon," Juba said.

"They are absolutely safe. Fugen has returned to his father's arms, and that great demon should be considered a believer of the traveler?" Khan could already feel the special aura emanating from the demon.

"Okay, come with me." The Khan made a compromise and let Juba and several attendants follow him.

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"Fugen, my brother, you are finally back on the right path." Khan said to Fugen.

"I'm really surprised that you still call me brother." Fugen said with a strange look in his eyes.

"I'm just stating a fact and congratulating you at the same time."

"So, your purpose of coming here is to take me away? And then temporarily detain me on your flagship?" Fugen asked tentatively.

"No, I simply welcome you back and express my limited affection for your decision to turn from evil to good." The Khan paused and continued, "You will be imprisoned by the Supreme Being himself, and your journey of atonement will continue. Betrayal always has a price. As a child of the Emperor, your only privilege is the opportunity to pay the price, rather than being destroyed."

"What about my descendants? What about the descendants who launched a counterattack with me?" Fugen asked anxiously.

"If they survive, they won't be executed, but if they die due to problems with drugs or implants, that's unavoidable," Khan said. "Also, they'll be scheduled for atonement later."

"Then you..." Fulgrim was a bit embarrassed to speak. He had originally wanted the Khan to help him save these people. "I will provide some assistance, that's all." Compared to Fulgrim and the Emperor's Legion in the background, the damage caused by Fulgrim in this dimension was not that great, so leniency was acceptable, but there were still prerequisites.

"Alright, you can go now." Then, as the Khan spoke, a flash of blue light flashed, and Fulgrim disappeared from everyone's sight. The Traveler temporarily placed Fulgrim in his own territory and got down to business.

"So, what about you? What are you going to do?" Khan looked at Mozai. Khan had long been accustomed to the things his father and the Traveler did. Although many of their actions seemed a bit unorthodox, no matter what, the results were always good.

The Khan remembered what the traveler said: it's not that you can't do something, but what you can't do is mess it up! Or that you insist on doing something when you don't have the ability.

"I know the Word Bearers' deployments inside out." Then, psychic energy shone from the Scourge's body, transforming it into a tall human. "I can help."

"Okay, don't have any other ideas, my people will keep an eye on you." Khan said after looking at the other party for a moment.

"Change to a new name. Your name makes people want to draw their swords." said the Khan.

"How about Demon Hunter?" Mozai asked with a smile on his face.

"You? Demon Hunter?" Khan said with a frown.

"My main job is to fight against demons, whether over there or here. I am a professional in dealing with demons." Mozai said with a smile.

"Things here are over, so what next? Is it better for my fleet to deal with Angron or Lorgar?" asked the Khan.

"Angron's fate has been sealed by Khorne. He, or a part of him, will become Khorne's Daemon Prince. The blood and skulls on the battlefield are accumulating. Once the critical mass is reached, his ascension will be complete. If we wish to reclaim something valuable, then attacking Angron's World Eaters would be the best option."

"What are the pros and cons if I attempt to take on Lorgar and his Word Bearers?" the Khan asked.

"The Word Bearers are the largest and most powerful of all the rebel armies. Lorgar has signed a pact with Khorne, requiring him to hold off the Imperial Legions until Angron completes his ascension. Therefore, attacking the Word Bearers now will minimize their strength. As for the downside? That means you're completely abandoning Angron."

"So, the choice is yours, Khan," said Mozai.

"Although Angron is a cruel man, his downfall was due to the Butcher's Nails. If possible, I still hope to save him to the greatest extent possible." The Khan thought for a moment and said.

"Then as you wish, I will become the blade of the Legion. I am very experienced in dealing with Khorne demons." The Demonic Disaster bowed slightly as a salute.

With the Khan's massive attack and the Emperor's Children's defection, the entire Chaos left wing quickly collapsed. The Khan then directed his army to bypass the main force of the Word Bearers and attack Angron's World Eaters. Under normal circumstances, bypassing such a massive fleet would be difficult, but with the Traveler's help, it was simply a matter of opening a portal.

"Khan has gone to deal with Angron." The traveler, still relatively relaxed, glanced at the battle in the mortal world, then opened a portal to help Khan complete the rapid transfer of the fleet.

The Traveler was satisfied with this outcome. From a practical perspective, the Emperor had already recovered the goodness reborn from within Angron's soul, completing the foundation for creating a new Primarch from both a spiritual and Warp perspective. However, recovery from both a physical and genetic perspective was also necessary. The Khan's willingness to complete this task saved the Traveler considerable trouble.

As for the showdown between Guilliman and Lorgar? The Traveler believes Guilliman needs this test. After gaining divine power, Lorgar's essence has also been enhanced. Lorgar is unlikely to use this divine power to kill Guilliman. For one thing, Guilliman is protected by the Emperor and the Traveler, making him difficult to kill. Furthermore, Lorgar's divine power has other uses.

So, it's okay to let Guilliman feel some pressure, so he can learn his lesson. The Traveler really doesn't intend for Guilliman to become a god. If he relies solely on his own efforts, he really isn't the material for that kind of godhood. The Traveler just hopes to make Guilliman stronger so that the Emperor and I won't have to go out and rescue him all day long!

"Huh?! Angron isn't on the battlefield?" The Traveler glanced at the World Eaters' positions and was surprised to find that the entire battlefront had become a chaotic mess, but there was no sign of Angron. Even a portion of the World Eaters fleet was missing, shrouded in Khorne's blood-red mist. It was difficult to see clearly. This situation surprised the Traveler.

The Traveler then looked at the Avatar of Khorne, who was currently engaged in battle with the Emperor. The latter's power seemed slightly weaker. Based on the Traveler's experience battling the evil god, he could conclude that some of Khorne's power was engaged in other activities. However, the Traveler did not know what they were doing.

"What's Khorne up to?" The Traveler frowned. Khorne, now playing with his brain, was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with. As the strongest evil god, Khorne and the Emperor were a match made in heaven. Even with some power lost, they could still hold their own against the Emperor. And what Khorne was doing worried the Traveler.

So what was Khorne doing now? What Khorne was doing was indeed beyond the Traveler's expectations. At this point, not only had Angron and part of the fleet not participated in the battle, but a shadow of Khorne was actually sitting across from Angron, even personally removing the thorns in Angron's mind bit by bit!

If the traveler saw the afterimage or face of Khorne at this time, he would be so surprised that he would be speechless, because the face of Khorne at this time was not the blood god who exuded a bloody smell, wore armor covered with spikes, and was full of tyranny and rage.

The Avatar of Khorne was now wearing a red battle tabard. The armor beneath it wasn't nearly as ferocious. He wore a crown and a ceremonial sword at his waist. He was removing the nails from Angron's head, one by one.

Chapter 426 Khorne: Think carefully, Angron

With a snap, Khorne's clone ripped the last of the Butcher's Nails from Angron's head. Angron's skull was now riddled with holes, dripping with blood. The nails that had pierced his brain, even his soul, had been removed. Unlike the Emperor's illusions where he had temporarily freed Angron of the nails, this time Khorne freed Angron from the ravages of the Butcher's Nails, fundamentally and physically.

Of course, there was a price to pay, just like the Emperor's fear of Angron's death, which prevented him from removing the nail. Khorne removed the nail, but Angron's life was already at its final moments. He is still alive today because of the Primarch's extraordinary physique and divine power. Khorne still has a little bit of Slaanesh and the Emperor's divine power to help Angron survive.

"Let's talk, right here, just you and me." The Avatar of Khorne before him was remarkably calm. If those crimson eyes emanated a bloodthirsty aura of murder, his presence even gave off a touch of elegance. At this moment, the Avatar of Khorne and Angron seemed still aboard his flagship, but in reality, this place was a point of space and time, independent of reality and the Warp. No matter how long it lasted, it was but a moment in the outside world.

"Are you Khorne?" Angron stretched his body, feeling a sense of relief he had never felt before. He looked at the being claiming to be Khorne with some surprise. He felt a little uneasy. After all, the God of Blood and Skulls had left such a deep impression on him before. It was simply mindless hacking and hacking!

"You're a bit shocked by my changes, aren't you? I'm also a bit surprised at who I am now." Khorne said with a smile. "I have a deeper understanding of war and fate."

"Fate? Fate is a bastard! It only fools the poor!" Angron cursed.

"Are you speaking up for yourself?" Khorne asked with a smile.

"Isn't it? There's a damn nail hammered into my head! It destroyed everything I have, and the root cause is you! My father once tried to stop you, but failed! You are the culprit of my current situation!" Angron's eyes were filled with hatred.

"Everything happens for a reason." Khorne did not deny Angron's accusation. "But you only see part of the truth. Do you know what a Primarch is? How were you created? Do you know what the so-called Primarchs are? The Emperor has not told you the whole story."

"Then you will tell me the whole truth?" Angron sneered.

"Of course not. Who are you? Why should I tell you all my secrets?" Khorne's face changed. The sharpness and murderous intent in his words frightened Angron.

"But I can tell you most of the truth." Khorne stood up, walked to Angron's side, and patted his shoulder in comfort.

"The Emperor took power that was not His, but was ours, to create the Primarchs. The Gods of the Warp provided the power, and the Emperor gave you a pass into the physical universe. These are the Primarchs," said Khorne.

"You don't really think that the genes of the Emperor and some Eternal can perfectly create a Primarch? No, that is only the most superficial technology. Your essence cannot be replicated, this is the fundamental thing. Do you understand what I am saying?" Khorne asked, putting his face in front of Angron.

“So, you’re trying to say my father was a thief and a fraud?” Angron asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Isn't it?" Khorne asked back.

“Yes, my father was a thief, a fraud, and a tyrant. You are just like him!” Angron sneered.

"But debts must be repaid, just like you, Angron. You can ruthlessly take the lives of the weak. You are a butcher. If the Emperor is a tyrant, He may kill, but not in vain. You are different, Angron. You are a true butcher. Killing is your interest, your hobby. You kill when you are happy, and you kill when you are unhappy. Don't you think you are very similar to my old self?"

"The Emperor made a mistake. He had defeated us countless times before, but he thought he could do it this time too, so he tried to shirk his responsibility. However, he should have failed this time. He should have been severely damaged by us, choosing to ascend and become one of us, or to sit on the throne with his broken body."

"But the Traveler is a variable. He is also an elven elf in our eyes. He once disappeared completely, but then reappeared. Damn it. He destroyed everything." Khorne cursed.

"So, what did you want to tell me?" Angron asked.

"I want to say that, first of all, from an essential point of view, the Emperor is not only your father. Secondly, because of the Emperor's defaulting on his debts and the entanglement of fate before, everything about you is already destined, and you will be my chosen one. I am not that loser Slaanesh, and the Emperor does not care about you very much, so I hope you can have a clear understanding of your situation." Khorne was already frank.

"So, you want me to work hard for you?" Angron snorted.

"That's right, since you like killing anyway, it doesn't matter who you follow. The Emperor and I are in agreement in some ways. We want the axe in your hand." Khorne nodded and said.

"Why? You could have destroyed me completely." Angron roared angrily.

"If there was any other choice, I wouldn't want you." Khorne said, shaking his head.

“I…” Angron was speechless.

"There are some rules that I must abide by. As a god, I am like this, so you are even more so. Accept your fate, Angron. Many people claim to resist fate. But few actually do it. And there are even fewer who can truly resist and succeed, very few, extremely few. And you certainly can't do it." Khorne said.

"Don't think that you can get relief by committing suicide. It's not that easy. Once, one of my subordinates stabbed me in the back, and I turned him into a pure killing machine. You know what, he works much more efficiently than before. Before, at least you still had pain, but he didn't even have pain or self." Khorne said with a smile.

"So, Angron, let's discuss this. You propose your terms, and I'll see if they're acceptable. If they are, you'll help me do my job. If you don't agree, I'll have no choice but to overturn the table."

Khorne raised his head and glanced at the turbulent battlefield in the distance. With some of his own strength lost, the Emperor gradually gained the upper hand, while the Traveler was almost done with his demon planet. If he didn't try his best, he might lose something.

"Angron, face the evil within you. Do you consider yourself a good person? The Emperor has awakened your goodness, but the bloodlust, bloodlust, and brutality of the past are still rooted in your heart. Consider this carefully."

"Of course, if you don't want to face your brother, I don't mind letting you deal with the other evil gods." Khorne said, and disappeared from space. The battle with the Emperor was about to enter a critical moment, and He must go all out!

Khorne was completely scheming. He understood that Angron's resistance stemmed from his unwillingness to serve him as a dog, or rather, his concern about treatment. After all, learning good things was easy, but learning bad things was easy. Angron had been doing this for so long, and even if he had a hint of good in him because of the Emperor, his evil thoughts still existed.

Khorne, however, began to think. He analyzed the situation for Angron and offered him a better deal, even one that would prevent Angron from attacking the Imperium of Man. The reason for Khorne's actions was simple: in the foreseeable future, the Gods of Order would hold the upper hand. After all, Chaos had benefited from the Fate buff during the Heresy. If things had already gotten this far, the future was sure to be even worse.

After Khorne realized his limitations, his primary goal shifted from the Imperium to Tzeentch and Slaanesh. After all, what good could he gain from attacking the Imperium of Man? Nothing more than a few skulls and blood. Who knew he would be attacked by the Gods of Order again?

However, dealing with Tzeentch and Slaanesh would be beneficial. After all, if they were truly gone, even if only severely damaged, he would have a chance to regain power. And judging by the current situation, Slaanesh's situation was dire. He was already the weakest, severely injured by the Traveler, and because of his previous forced use of divine power, he was being countered by reality and the Warp. The six-ring Silver Palace became four rings.

Add to that the envy of the Eldar gods, and you've offended every being you could possibly offend. Khorne feels like if he doesn't target them, he'd be betraying his power...

"I hope Lorgar's actions can delay the Traveler," Khorne thought, glancing at the Word Bearers fleet engaged in battle. Khorne knew his time was limited. Once the Traveler completely destroyed the Daemon Planet containing the Shard of Khaine, the best outcome for Khorne would be to flee. He couldn't face both the Emperor and the Traveler simultaneously. That wouldn't be bravery; it would be suicidal.

The only thing that could distract the Traveler was the safety of the Primarch. If Lorgar could force Guilliman into a desperate situation, with the Traveler's care, Guilliman would not die. However, this would allow Khorne to completely free himself from all worries, allowing him to use his backup plan against the Emperor.

If the Emperor could be injured, then subsequent actions would be easier to launch. Although this great rebellion was almost over, Horus' fall at the hands of the Emperor's sword was already destined, and it could even be said to be a formality, the closer it got to the end, the more would be gained. After all, when this drama was about to end, certain pieces had to be cleared out. Some Primarchs were pieces, but not the most important pieces!

As Khorne engaged the Emperor with all his might, gazing upon the Traveler, reinforcements arrived from the Khan. As Khorne withdrew all his divine power, the World Eaters fleet, previously left behind, finally emerged. These were terrifying warships, transformed by Khorne. Their massive hulls sprouted structures resembling pincers, claws, and demonic horns. Enchanted, they were transformed into a massive demonic engine!

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"These monsters are coming!" A group of blood-red Khorne warships, under the cover of the Word Bearers fleet, rushed forward with fangs and claws bared. As the saying goes, all battles in the Warhammer universe turned into close combat. And this time, the Raven Guard fleet suffered a heavy blow!

If normal close combat between warships involves blasting each other with macrocannons, then boarding with torpedoes, or even more intensely, simply smashing the enemy with the warship's ram, then these Khorne warships, now equipped with steel pincers, huge mouths, and sharp claws, have raised the intensity of close combat in naval battles to a new level.

A Khorne Daemon warship, converted from a battleship, sprouted two massive claws from its hull. Combined with its slender hull, it resembled a lobster. Its massive claws slammed into a large cruiser, which hadn't managed to evade them. With each tug, the entire ship was severed in half. The other claw aimed at a distant cruiser. A terrifying stream of Khorne Daemonfire erupted. The outer void shield held out for only a moment before the dozens of meters thick Adamantine steel melted. The entire ship flew through the void like a giant torch, and moments later, it collided with a nearby Word Bearers warship.

"Concentrate fire! Stop these things!" Corax immediately mobilized his fleet. Swarms of battleships used long-range firepower to concentrate fire on the demonic warships, while a large number of frigates and cruisers attempted to destroy them with torpedoes. The Raven Guard fleet was in a difficult situation. They were not good at close combat, and this was their first encounter with such a formidable force.

Fortunately, the Khan's fleet arrived in time, leveraging its mobility and the terrifying firepower of the Emerald Sky Fortress to help the Raven Guard hold their ground. However, it would be extremely difficult to penetrate the World Eaters and Word Bearers fleets in such a short period of time.

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"Ah, you still have to rely on me at critical moments." Alpharius said rather arrogantly as he looked at the battle before him. "Corax is still a little lacking, and what about Khan? His tactics are a bit simplistic. When fighting these supernatural beings, you can't use conventional methods."

"My captain, please help me contact my two brothers." Alpharius said to the Emperor's servant Mask.

"Do you have any ideas?" asked the masked man.

"I don't think I need to report to you." Alpharius raised an eyebrow. After all, he was still very unhappy with this Emperor's servant lurking beside him. It was like shooting birds all day and getting pecked by them. He was proficient in espionage and infiltration, but he was actually being tricked. This was really uncomfortable.

But if he put aside his previous grudges, Alpharius had to admit that Mask's ability to handle affairs was still outstanding, much better than his own offspring.

"But I have to make some explanation. If you really want to meet your two brothers, I have to make sure that you won't be beaten by them." The masked man said calmly.

Chapter 427 Alpharius: Watch me!

"They should know my current position." Alpharius said indifferently.

"But they also know what you did before. You are atonement, my lord." said the masked man.

"Alright, you'll be in charge of making the contact and calming the fragile and irritable hearts of my brothers," Alpharius said. The Hydra leader was indeed very powerful, and so were his legions. Many legions had suffered losses in the past, such as the Raven Guard's Super Raven Guard project, which was ruined by the Alpha Legion.

The same was true of the White Scars. Before the Heresy, the Khan and his Legion were locked in a war with the Ork warlords, neither side able to win nor lose. This was partly due to the Alpha Legion's involvement. When the Orcs were weak, they plotted against the White Scars, while when the Orcs were strong, they secretly aided them, employing a precise strategy of temperature control. Their objective was clear: to delay and wear down the Khan and his Legion.

Even when there was no rebellion, Alpharius had a bad relationship with most of the Primarchs because of his unique military logic. When they met, they would exchange a few words, let alone now?

However, this communication problem did not seem to be a serious matter for Mask. Because, the name he added in the communication notes was not Alpharius, but Omegan...