Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"What are you doing?" Alpharius looked at his brother's name on the screen and felt unwell.

"We are all Alpharius..." Mask said with a smile.

"No, didn't my brother go to support Zhuangsen? You actually want to deceive my brother with such a despicable lie?" Alpharius laughed angrily.

"I didn't intend to deceive the two Primarchs. I was just giving them a way out. With your brother's name, you can stand before the Khan, instead of relying on communication to maintain restraint like this." The masked man said, "Isn't my behavior efficient?"

"You are my nightmare. You are humiliating me with my previous request!" Alpharius said dissatisfiedly. But that was all.

"You value honor, but oftentimes, your methods are dishonorable, even a bit extreme," the Mask said meaningfully. "Cover operations are indeed special, and sometimes require a flexible moral compass. But that's no excuse for reckless behavior. Killing the Custodians to test their combat effectiveness is absurd enough, and the Alpha Warriors of the Relic Hunters went even further. You actually ambushed friendly forces. Do you really think everyone knows this?"

"Okay, let's talk about these things later, let's get back to business."

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"Khan, Omegan can't be here." After the mask sent the message, Corax's face was full of distrust.

"Yes, the opponent will not be Omir, but most likely Alpharius." Khan said calmly.

"He is a traitor."

"He was a traitor in the past, but now he should be on a crusade of atonement." The Khan paused and then said to Corax, "I don't mind punishing this guy who once betrayed us with my fists after the battle, but now, we need his help."

"Alright, that's it," Corax said. "Prepare for the teleportation. We need to speak." After the two Primarchs reached an agreement, Alpharius, accompanied by the light of teleportation, once again appeared before the two brothers. He glanced at them, said nothing more, and walked straight to the battlefield projection.

"The spring is too tight. Although we can eventually crush the opponent with brute force, the price we pay is too high and it takes too long." Alpharius said as he moved the icon of a logistics fleet to the station.

"This is a fuel transport fleet. Let them go and arrange long-range combat ships to cover them." said Alpharius.

"They have no weapons and even poor protection. Going up there is simply courting death," Corax retorted.

"Don't you have virtual camouflage projection equipment? If not, my ship has it. With the help of holographic images, their appearance has nothing to do with heavy battleships. The enemy won't notice the mystery and will only see them as a fleet trying to bypass the front line and infiltrate the rear."

"As for sending them to their deaths? I really don't intend to let these warships return alive. Our cover fleet is more than enough to isolate the enemy's cover fleet. The rebels will definitely use those strange-looking demon warships with terrifying close combat capabilities. I'm waiting for this opportunity to crash into them and detonate the fuel on them. Or wait for the enemy's close combat attack and then blow them to pieces."

"As for the people above? I think Khan's Storm Prophets can solve this problem. After all, the Traveler likes your Legion very much. It shouldn't be difficult to open a door, right?" Alpharius looked at Khan and said.

"And then? Do you expect to break the deadlock this way?" Khan asked.

"Then, we can arrange a fleet on the other side to launch a flanking attack. And then arrange a transport fleet at this location..." Alpharius said as he added fleet icons on the projection.

"Your tactics are still so cold and indifferent, treating everything as consumables." Corax said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"War is extremely violent and will use any means necessary, Corax. This is why your legion performed poorly. In order to win, Ferrus can use extermination weapons as ordinary weapons. In order to win, most of our brothers have flexible bottom lines. But you are still too merciful. This is your weakness." Alpharius said mercilessly.

"Good tactics also help reduce casualties, Corax," the Khan said.

Through repeated maneuvers, the World Eaters fleet, which had originally condensed its defense, was dispersed. As for why the other side had to disperse, the reason was very simple, because every fleet mobilized by Alpharius ultimately pointed to the location of Angron. Khorne had left and the supernatural shield had been lifted.

"Next, when the enemy forces are completely dispersed, we will have to make a choice. Should we cut off the tentacles of this monster first, or take advantage of the relatively weak center line of the rebels and directly penetrate them?" Alpharius asked.

"I choose the second route," Khan said after looking at Corax.

"The second route is a bit dangerous. Because we don't know if the other party has any other cards." Alpharius said.

"We are running out of time. We have successfully recovered Fulgrim before, so I want to try again." Khan said.

"So, our father's messenger, what do you think is the success rate of recovering Angron?" Alpharius looked at the mask.

"Not high. Khorne is not Slaanesh. And the successful recovery this time was beyond the expectations of the Supremes, because after the Phoenix King injured Slaanesh, it was the latter who took the initiative to give up Fulgrim. But Khorne will not." said the Masked Man.

"We must always try. And even if we cannot recover Angron, as long as we can quickly defeat the opposing legion, we can support Guilliman as soon as possible." said the Khan.

"Well, for the sake of brotherhood, you and your Legion must take some risks," Alpharius concluded with a final, unforgiving rant. Tactically, this approach carries certain risks, but also offers significant benefits. Besides being able to attempt to recover Angron, success could also swiftly secure victory in this battlefront.

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"My brothers have arrived." Angron, lost in thought, suddenly opened his eyes. Nearly two hundred years had passed since he had thought so deeply. He reflected on many things: his past, his time with his brothers, his father, and the offer Khorne had made him today.

"I'm not a good man," Angron said with a wry smile. He looked out at the battlefield. Alpharius's tactics were excellent. The rebels were distracted by Alpharius's maneuvers, leaving them vulnerable. The Khan's fleet also performed exceptionally well, seizing the fleeting opportunity to break through the gaps in the battle line and quickly approaching Angron's flagship.

"I want to meet my brothers and come to terms with my past." Angron said, and opened the door. Outside, Kahn was already waiting for his Primarch with his guards.

"My lord, the Imperial fleet has already rushed to the vicinity of the flagship. They are preparing to launch a boarding operation. We are ready." Kahn bowed and said to Angron.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Angron said apologetically, looking at the Butcher's Nail on his offspring's head.

"My lord, have you gotten rid of those nails?" Kahn looked up and found that the Butcher's Nails on Angron's head were gone! "Congratulations, my lord."

"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. Because of my mistake, you are not accepted by the Empire..." Angron's words were filled with guilt.

"Many within the Legion have chosen Khorne," said Khârn.

"However, Khorne may not be satisfied with you now..." Angron thought to himself. He did not know the fundamental reason for Khorne's transformation, but he was certain that a pure berserker who loved killing did not meet Khorne's appetite and needs.

"Well, let us face our battle together," Angron said. He knew that in the future, warriors like his would be gradually eliminated. Their gene-seed would be harvested and used to equip new warriors, but these new warriors would no longer need the Butcher's Nail.

"You will be echoes of the old Legion. Neither the Imperium nor Chaos needs you anymore." Angron looked at his offspring, his heart aching. Their fate was sealed. They would fight to the bitter end, becoming cannon fodder or other consumables. Perhaps only a few would ascend to the level of demons.

Angron had sensed the arrival of three Primarchs aboard his warship. Two of them were familiar: Khan and Corax. But the other surprised Angron, for it was Alpharius, already declared a traitor by the Imperium. As to why that person wasn't Omegon, Angron's intuition told him.

"Let's go check on fellow traitor Alpharius first," Angron muttered to himself. He then sent some of his men to intercept the Khan and Corax, while he led the main force to find Alpharius. By this time, Angron was on the verge of ascending to daemondom. Pulling out the Butcher's Nail would have killed him, but under the influence of Khorne's divine power, he remained alive, and the divine power had begun to transform his body and mind.

Khorne was frank this time and did give Angron some rights to make his own choices, but this was based on certain prerequisites. Angron couldn't run away!

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"Huh, we finally got rid of that guy," Alpharius said happily as he commanded the legion. Just now, when they had just boarded the warship, Alpharius had asked the masked man who followed him to perform other tasks. Although this man was indeed very useful, he was also really annoying. Now, Alpharius decided to use his own power to find Angron, defeat him, and bring him back.

The swarms of Hydras advanced smoothly under Alpharius's command. Using his alien device, Alpharius penetrated the warship's systems and successfully located Angron's throne room. His actions were so swift that he even left his two brothers behind. When the Khan's voice reached him over the communicator, Alpharius decisively blocked his brother's communication channel.

Groups of World Eaters Legion soldiers tried to stop the Hydra Lord, but under the latter's efficient command and the coordination of arms, the former's blocking could only cause some trouble, but was not fatal.

"My lord, we have found your brother, coming with a large number of Dreadnoughts and Red Butchers." The scout in front sent a signal and transmitted the data to Alpharius's data board.

"Huh... though I don't want to do this." Alpharius pulled out the Pale Spear's tip and replaced it with a strangely shaped one, gleaming with a faint purple glow. This was an alien creation, capable of destroying enemies both physically and mentally. Countless alien overlords had perished at its behest.

"Cover me and create opportunities for me." Alpharius ordered, and then he merged into the hundreds of Alpha Legion soldiers like water in the sea.

Despite his guilt, Guilliman had provided Alpharius with ample supplies and equipment. The Iron Wolf mechs, emblazoned with the Hydra symbol, easily pulverized the Red Butchers. The Dreadnoughts and Colossi in the rear also successfully suppressed the Dreadnoughts and armored vehicles at long range. Several World Eaters' Fallen Knights attempted to attack, but ultimately only caused minor trouble. As everything proceeded according to Alpharius's plan, a single figure, like a rock, blocked the Alpha Legion's attack.

Chapter 428 Defeat Angron (6K)

"You're still so careless," Alpharius thought, concealing his presence. When he was close enough, he locked onto his target and unleashed the Pale Spear. Angron, in the distance, felt the blow and instinctively dodged, but the spear circled in the air, tracking him and ultimately striking his opponent! In a matter of seconds, the massive figure in the distance was reduced to a pool of blood and flesh.

Then, the spear flashed and returned to Alpharius's hand. He stroked the spear and frowned. He always felt something was wrong because the other party felt too weak.

Alpharius glanced again at the bloodstains on the spear, feeling even more amiss, but unable to grasp the source of the problem. Suddenly, the steel plate beneath the ground collapsed, and a massive, worm-like steel war machine emerged from the ground, piercing through the plate. With its artillery fire and tentacles, it ripped through the Legionnaires and war engines, decimating them.

"Damn it! The artillery fire just now obscured the movement of that thing down there." In an instant, Alpharius realized the situation was slipping into uncertainty. The worms emerging from the ground had directly severed the Alpha Legion's original formation in two. With their formation disrupted, coordination was completely lost. Support from the rear was limited, and the front lines faced immense pressure.

The crisis wasn't over yet. The wall next door was shattered, and the Scorpion King of Khorne, a formidable force capable of causing trouble for the Scourge, charged into the battlefield, swinging his massive pincers. Two Knights were instantly severed by the pincers. Fierce firepower repeatedly swept through the Alpha Legion's formation.

"There is danger!" A voice sounded in Alpharius's mind. He suddenly looked around vigilantly. Among a group of dreadnoughts that came out with worms not far away, there seemed to be something special!

"Damn, that's Angron!" Angron's fearless figure obscured his presence. He locked onto Alpharius amidst a swarm of Hydras, then charged forward like a cannonball. This hit Alpharius's blind spot; this guy wasn't good at close combat!

"How did he find me?" Alpharius barely blocked Angron's battle axe with his spear, but he still hadn't figured it out in his head. I am the same as the descendants around me.

Then he saw the blood and flesh hanging on the tip of the spear, and he understood immediately that the person on the other side worshipped Khorne, the god of blood, and must be very familiar with the scent of blood. The spear he threw just now was stained with the fake blood, and then came back to fall into his hands, which was equivalent to guiding Angron's target...

"Fuck, when did Angron become so smart?" Alpharius felt like the whole snake was not well...

"Alpharius! You villain hiding in the shadows! You never thought you would end up like this." Angron said in his heart very happily, and the battle axe in his hand fell down without slowing down. The flying axe shadows knocked Alpharius back step by step. The huge force from the spear made his hands numb.

Angron actually hated Alpharius's ways. Perhaps there were many reasons for loyalty, and just as many for betrayal, but of all the Legions, there were only a handful of Primarchs who could stand up to Alpharius. After all, in the background, when the Warmaster was rallying his Legions on Ullanor, Alpharius went alone, without a single ally. Abaddon and his men couldn't stand it. In the end, Horus let him go.

"You see conspiracy and trickery as the key to victory, as your ability. In reality, your ability is simply a lack of moral standards. As long as I lower my standards, your tricks will be nothing." Angron controlled the rhythm of his attack and firmly suppressed his opponent.

"You are a guy who has surrendered to the evil god, and you still have the nerve to talk about morality?" Alpharius snorted coldly.

"Haha, at least I didn't inject biological viruses into the seeds sent to the agricultural planet, causing a complete crop failure and collapse of the agricultural world! I just used an axe to kill the rebels and intimidate the survivors. And you destroyed everything that came after! Who of us is more of a villain?"

"Your methods are even more brutal and covert. You are a venomous snake! You are like this to both enemies and allies! You say I am a traitor, aren't you? You say I defected to the evil god, that's true, but what about you? You were deceived by a group of low-level and hateful aliens. I am just bad, and you are stupid!" Angron enjoyed this feeling. After all, this was one of the few opportunities for him to suppress his brothers in terms of verbal attacks.

Alpharius didn't protest, but he swung his weapon even harder. His almost desperate fighting style indicated that he was in a very bad mood. However, if anger alone had been effective, Angron wouldn't have been pinned to the ground and beaten by Boss Pi. Moreover, this was close combat, and Angron was a professional! Alpharius, by comparison, was an amateur.

The outcome of a clash between amateurs and professionals was clear. After a fierce battle, Alpharius was sent flying by an axe. The Pale Spear was broken in two, and the axe blade slashed across his chest, breaking several ribs. Angron didn't immediately follow up. Someone else had entered the fray.

"Khan.... Long time no see." Angron said as he looked at the tall figure that emerged from the portal.

"Have you surrendered to the evil god?" the Khan said after carefully examining Angron's head. The dense cluster of Butcher's Nails that once covered it had vanished. According to the Emperor, removing them would have resulted in Angron's death. Yet, not only had he not died, but he had also severely wounded Alpharius. This could only mean one thing: Khorne had used divine power to prolong his life, and Alpharius's fate was gradually being sealed by Khorne.

"Khan, I am not as fortunate as you," Angron said. "You have the protection of the Supreme Being, and besides our father, the Traveler also favors you."

"But I am different. Fate has been unfair to me. While my brothers have become rulers of planets, while Guilliman enjoys the warmth of family, while Russ is king, while Horus will soon see his father, I am merely a gladiator afflicted with the Butcher's Nails, surviving with my own blood, even the blood of my brothers. You, the people, simply do not understand me," Angron said. If these words were previously spoken in a furious roar, now, with the Butcher's Nails gone, Angron was simply lamenting the fickleness of fate.

"Is this why you surrender to Khorne?" the Khan asked, looking at the knife in his hand.

"Do I have a choice?" Angron glanced across. "I'm touched that you came to me. You knew it would be difficult for me to escape Khorne's influence. You didn't help Guilliman, but tried to help me. I thank you, and I offer you my gratitude. But the future will ultimately lead us to different paths."

"You actually have another choice, Magnus, my best brother. He was bewitched by Tzeentch, and in the end, we still allowed him to return to the Empire. It depends on whether you want to, Angron, don't give up!"

The Khan shouted. This time, Angron didn't reply. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with bloodthirsty red. At that moment, Khorne controlled Angron. He seized his battle axe and charged at the Khan like lightning. Meanwhile, more World Eaters and Khorne War Engines closed in from all sides.

"Do you need help, Khan?" Just then, Corax arrived.

"Take Alpharius away, leave this to me," the Khan said resolutely. He still wanted to try again, to use his own life to resist the evil god.

"There's no need, Khan," Corax advised. "Angron is already beyond saving. We can always find another opportunity to finish him off!"

"Believe me, Corax, I am fully aware of what I am doing and the consequences I face. I am enraged by what Khorne has done to my brother, and I am equally pained by the way he has turned on himself."

The Khan grasped his White Tiger Blade with both hands. A powerful spiritual energy coalesced on the blade. Unconsciously, the Khan entered a peculiar state, feeling as if he were watching a movie. Not only could he see the present timeline, but he could even glimpse Angron's past.

"Is this what they call enlightenment? Travel? Movement through the dimensions of time and space?" The Khan was still able to think about what was happening to him. As for Angron's axe, it posed no threat to the Khan at that moment.

"The improvement of the nature of the Warp and the blessing of the traveler?" The "Angron" on the opposite side also stopped and looked at the Khan in front of him and said with interest.

"Khorne?" The Khan raised the blade in his hand. Then his mind told him that the being before him was the God of War, and authority was war. Although the Khan wanted to give up several times, in the end, he still raised the blade in his hand!

"You can actually raise a knife against me? Very good." There was a hint of admiration in Khorne's eyes.

"People should have respect in their hearts, but not fear," said the Khan.

"Yes, there is respect, but not fear. You and the Traveler are truly alike. He may respect someone, but he will never fear any being, not even a god." Khorne changed the subject. "But unfortunately, you lack His ability and luck. He can become a god, but you cannot!"

"You are very good, then I will play with you. I will control your brother. Come on." Khorne laughed wildly, and began to prepare to control Angron's body to fight Khan. However, at this moment, Khan heard a "puff" sound, and the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the body...

"You have become cunning, Khorne, but no matter what, distraction in battle is a taboo." The Emperor's cold words came from afar. Just now, at the moment when Khorne was distracted, the Emperor seized the opportunity and left a scar on Khorne's arm! The black power of destruction began to spread, causing the gods to feel pain.

"Angron, you are just a puppet." Khan said to Angron who had regained consciousness.

"You are right." Angron sighed, swung his axe, and charged forward. Khorne was being polite to him, but that wasn't true. If he didn't understand, he would die. And Angron was afraid of death...

Angron already showed signs of ascending to the level of a demon, while the Khan had more than just awakened the essence of the Warp. The two Primarchs demonstrated before everyone what a "high-end game" meant. Of course, what "high-end" meant depended on the individual. For those less than a god, it was definitely high-end, but for a god, even one of the God of Laughter, if these two dared to show off in front of Xilego, a single blow would send the world into silence.

Regardless, both sides finally reached the brink of advancement. The Khan's rise was due to his own efforts, while Angron's rise was due to Khorne's generosity. Previously, Khorne wouldn't have considered training Angron in this way; he was just a thug, after all, so why bother? But things were different now, for Khorne sought to seize the power of other gods!

A blue and red storm swept through the battleship, shattering even a Knight-class war engine in an instant if caught in the whirlwind. Mortals, forgetting to visually detect the Primarch's movements, could cause irreparable damage to even powerful psychics if they cast their mind's eye upon it.

"Khan, your movements are still so lacking in strength." Angron swung his axe frantically, the desire to kill beginning to dominate his will.

The opposing Khan's attacks were lightning-fast, his body a force like a storm, making it impossible for Angron to track him. In a cycle of movement, attack, and escape, the Khan's scimitar left scars on his opponent's body. Angron looked utterly discomfited, but not fatal, for this place was filled with followers of the Blood God.

"I need your strength and blood!" Angron cried out, and countless blood threads connected to Angron's body from the nearby World Eaters soldiers and servants. The former were quickly drained, turning into blood foam. Angron's body, on the other hand, was rapidly healed. The Khan's attacks seemed unable to surpass a certain threshold.

"Khorne, without control of your body, has now strayed from your path," the Khan said, deflecting Angron's axe with his blade. "You have finally accepted Khorne's power, and you have chosen to follow him."

“I have no choice, as I said!” Angron roared.

"Magnus chose death to sever his ties with Tzeentch," said the Khan.

"I don't want to die! Why should I die?" Angron cursed loudly. "I have recognized the true nature of this world. I need strength and power. Lorgar is right. Only by becoming a god can I escape this filthy world!"

"You are a good man, Khan, but so what? You can't defeat me here. You care about me, and you have tried to save me until now. I am grateful to you. So you can leave here."

"But in the future, I will eventually surpass you. Your kindness will become your weakness, and what you want to protect will become a burden to you. The Traveler is not as good as Khorne. You can't win!" said Angron.

"The protection of the higher beings is the key to our victory, but it is not the only reason." After saying this, the Khan no longer responded to his brother's provocation. He tried to use his perception beyond the ordinary to find new power in the sea of ​​souls.

As the battle intensified, a surge of faith grew stronger. Across the galaxy, even if technology could not reveal the war erupting on Calth, all humans knew that humanity's fate had reached a critical juncture. Countless individuals' courage, prayers, tenacity, and rage gradually coalesced, sustaining the gods of humanity to the end.

Ultimately, the Khan found his own strength in faith, in the prayers of Chogoris, where the people begged their king to triumph and return safely. Then there were the human worlds that the White Scars had rescued from aliens or tyrants, grateful to their saviors.

The Khan, having awakened to the essence of the Warp, began to absorb the power of faith within it with the Traveler's blessing. The Khan gathered the once chaotic and disorganized torrent of faith, purified it, and absorbed it. This flow then transformed into a more swift attack. Angron gradually felt the pressure growing. White light burst from the Khan, burning Angron.

"All humans hope for revival, and hope that I can defeat you! Traitor!" The Khan slashed down on Angron's battle axe with great force. The sword, which was originally known for its agility, overwhelmed Angron in strength. The violent shock directly caused Angron's tiger's mouth to break.

"And I have the courage to fight to the death!" After splitting his opponent's axe, the Khan advanced, striking Angron's chest with his sword. Angron, a skilled fighter, immediately dropped his axe and grabbed one of the Khan's arms, attempting to wrest the sword away. But the Khan seemed to make a mistake, his other hand slowing down. Seizing this opportunity, Angron fiercely tore at the Khan's arm with both hands.

Under Angron's immense force, the bones in the Khan's arm cracked with a teeth-grinding sound. "I win, Khan. You're still one step behind," Angron said with a ferocious grin.