Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

This resulted in a result, that is, it was not difficult to kill Wa Banxian, but it was somewhat difficult to make him die completely and no longer cause trouble.

As for the Traveler, he was more practical and more fortunate. He initially embarked on a path that combined concepts and beliefs. The concept of travel allowed him to be less reliant on faith, but at the same time, this concept of travel had a premise: it was a human journey, not a journey across the entire galaxy. This made him somewhat inferior to some others.

"This is truly difficult to handle," the Emperor said after a moment's silence. After all, even after the Old Ones' death, the Umbra still roamed the galaxy, occasionally causing minor disturbances in the human fleet. The same was true for the Vādīr. It was truly troublesome; even after death, they couldn't rest in peace!

Moreover, the Lord of Glory can predict his own death. When he reaches the level of Wa Banxian, he can be even more aware of his own situation. Although he is bound to die, Wa Banxian will definitely consider finding a way to pretend to be dead in the future.

"So, do you have any ideas?" asked the Emperor.

"Sometimes, those who are rational are easier to deal with than those who are irrational. And a bunch of thoughts are easier to deal with than one thought. Gods have countless aspects, but there is a core spirit. If we can destroy this core spirit and maintain the rationality of some aspects, then it will be basically impossible for Vashtor to come back to life." said the traveler.

The Traveler is correct on this point. For example, the Traveler himself possesses sovereign powers over travel, navigation, and communication, but also over forging, technology, and combat. The same is true of the Vābādīn. While he's described as an engineer, inventor, forger, and an evil demigod of science, he also possesses authority over the soul. After all, how can one build a demonic engine without understanding the soul? These various aspects combined together form the Vābādīn.

The Traveler's intention was to shatter the core ideas of the Wa Banxian into pieces, but allow them to retain a certain degree of independent thinking. For example, the red piece was proficient in soul processing, the black piece was proficient in casting, and the blue piece represented the spark of invention and creation. The Traveler and the Emperor would seize any of these fragments they could, and as long as they didn't fall into the hands of the Chaos Gods, the Traveler would not mind letting them go.

After all, even if these things escaped, it would still be better than falling into the hands of the Chaos Gods. The shattered fragments of Vorbanxian were not Vorbanxian, and the vast majority of these fragments would undoubtedly be extremely resistant to Vorbanxian's return, as his return would come at the cost of their own independent consciousness. Just like the ponies who had been separated were unwilling to be reclaimed by Magnus.

As long as the Emperor and the Traveler operate properly, Wa Banxian will never come back, because his core consciousness has been destroyed, and the remaining fragments have either been taken away by other gods or maintained their independence. There is huge pressure from the outside, and the inside is in disarray. It would be a miracle if Wa Banxian could come back to life.

"And then we can try to bring some of the fragments under our control?" asked the Emperor.

"Yes, if some fragments are reincarnated as humans, recognize their own identity, and are willing to be loyal to human civilization, it is not impossible to give them a position." The traveler thought for a while and said.

There's a significant difference between Vābādī and the Chaos Gods: He keeps his word, a lawful evil deity. This is far superior to the capriciousness of the Chaos Gods, so granting a fragment the status of a demigod is certainly a consideration when the time is right. Don't call him unreliable; after all, the Primarchs sometimes break their oaths, but Vābādī always keeps his word. His credibility is stronger than that of the Emperor...

As for the vengeance of Vashtor's participation in the Iron Rebellion, what should be done? It's already been avenged. After all, the real Vashtor perished in that war, and the new consciousness that emerged from the fragments of his power is no longer Vashtor's. If these fragments are willing to acknowledge their human nature, then after countless reincarnations, they will become a new being. This being brings capital to join the human camp, so why not accept it? If you insist on judging by human nature, then the Emperor wasn't human either, and neither were the Primarchs. It's all about the matter. Just think about what the Emperor is, and your mind will open up.

"Let's talk about this later." The emperor expressed reservations.

"We have to act fast. The tentacles of the Great Devourer have actually reached the Milky Way. Perhaps in our dimension, the Tyranids will appear much earlier. We must strengthen our strength as much as possible. On all levels." said the traveler.

"It won't be a problem for us to block the opponent's attack." said the Emperor.

"But I'm thinking of following these tentacles and striking back." A sneer crossed the Traveler's lips. Honestly, the galaxy is already incredibly crowded, and resources are scarce. If one wants to become even stronger, besides eliminating a few powerful entities within the galaxy, another option is to mine outside of it. The Hive Mind is a good target. It's not that it's not powerful, but that it's just devouring itself endlessly, and doesn't seem particularly intelligent.

Whether a god is strong or not depends on its hardware strength on the one hand and its software strength on the other hand, among which IQ is a very important point, which Slaanesh must agree with.

"Well, that's it for Vashtor. Now it's my children." The Emperor looked towards the battlefield. The rebels had retreated, the Ultramarines were cleaning up the battlefield, and Guilliman had fallen into a coma. Although Guilliman had awakened the essence of the Warp and used the power of faith, he was also affected by the excessive force.

Some might wonder why Guilliman suffered a similar fate, despite the Khan being fine. The reason is simple. Firstly, Guilliman's mental preparation wasn't adequate. Essentially, he saw his father dying, and he needed help. Furthermore, the mental and physical abuse Lorgar endured left him in a state of distress. Secondly, he exerted too much force, absorbing too much Faith Power all at once. Faith Power inevitably carries with it the thoughts of the one who provided it. Even the Emperor, in the background, seemed mentally unstable by the end, so what about Guilliman now?

So, after the fight, Guilliman's mental protection mechanism automatically activated, and he passed out first. The mental pollution caused by the power of faith can be removed. However, if it is continuously absorbed and used frequently, it is not a good thing. After all, the Primarch is different from the Emperor and the Traveler.

While absorbing the Faith, the Emperor acknowledged his identity as the Dark Lord, using the Power of Destruction to ensure the purity of his thought. He also used the power of Faith to maintain his humanity. The Traveler, on the other hand, continuously absorbed the Faith's power, but also constantly reincarnated. Each reincarnation was a process of removing spiritual pollution until the Traveler achieved his own godhood, immune to the contamination of the Faith's power. But how could the Primarchs even reach this level?

"Why don't you provide psychological counseling to Guilliman?" the Emperor asked tentatively.

"Alright." The Traveler nodded and said. A moment later, the Traveler arrived in Guilliman's spiritual world.

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"You've arrived! Did my performance disappoint you?" When the Traveler met Guilliman, he was immersed in a golden pond. Though his body had slumbered, his spirit remained awake. The golden pond was the remaining power of faith, gradually reshaping Guilliman's spirit.

"There are some, but the result is acceptable. Pay attention next time." The Traveler looked at Guilliman, then raised his hand, and a stream of knowledge entered Guilliman's brain, telling him how to use his own warp essence to eliminate the remnants of thought in the power of faith.

"You know very well that faith is a power but also a pollution. Do we have any other way..." asked Guilliman.

"Sorry, you don't have a choice. How can there be so many choices in this world?" The traveler asked, shaking his head. "Do you know what the biggest pollution is?"

"Is it faith? Is it power?" Guilliman asked tentatively.

"It's knowledge, it's all perception, it's the entire reality you can perceive. Intelligent creatures have been communicating with the universe or subspace since birth, and this information is shaping you all the time," said the traveler.

"Human cognition is constantly changing, even the cognition of gods is constantly changing. Grasping these changes and guiding them in a favorable direction is the principle you need to grasp," said the traveler.

"If I want to resist the erosion of this power of faith by my own strength, what should I do?" asked Guilliman.

"Become stronger, make your essence stronger. The power of faith can push you onto the path of ascension, but that is an external factor. You must learn to improve your abilities, whether it is conducting research, sharpening your will and skills in battle, or training your hand in handling government affairs, in fact, they are all ways to improve yourself. Guilliman, find your own path." said the Traveler.

"You can actually tell me directly that my future trials will be in the office..." Guilliman said with a strange look on his face.

Primarchs are special, and one of their biggest differences is their extremely high growth ceiling. In fact, almost all creatures will eventually reach their limits. For example, if a Space Marine doesn't rely on external forces, their ceiling isn't very high. Most people can only improve through experience, physical strength, and so on, and quickly reach their limits. There's no room for improvement. But if you ask if there are any exceptions, Mephisto of the Blood Angels might be one, his psychic powers already incredibly powerful.

The upper limit of the Primarchs is incredibly high. Simply put, as long as they don't cause trouble and are given enough time, they will develop very well. However, the loyal Primarchs in the background didn't have time to develop. The Great Crusade lasted only 200 years, while many Space Marines in the 40th Century served for well over 200 years. Uncle Black was an exception, active for a longer time. However, after encountering an oversized beast, he was also defeated. As for the traitorous Primarchs? They've already ascended to Demons and sold their souls, so forget about potential and development. The Scourge made it clear that he was basically the upper limit of the Great Demon.

"Take your time, you still have a long way to go." The Traveler patted Guilliman's shoulder and prepared to leave.

"What do we do next? Help Jonson?" Guilliman asked.

"Of course." The traveler nodded.

"So what do you need me to do?" asked the traveler.

"We'll discuss this later. I've been considering this as well," the Traveler said. "In reality, we are certain to win the war against the Darkforged Demigods. Even they are aware of their own decline. The only thing left to consider is the price we must pay to achieve this victory, and how we will achieve it."

While the Traveler was giving psychological counseling to Guilliman, the Emperor also came before Alpharius and others.

"Father, I was wrong. I am willing to bear all the punishments caused by my mistakes. I do not expect to receive your forgiveness, but I hope you can give me a chance." Alpharius knelt before the Emperor, not daring to raise his head.

Alpharius had once considered what his state would be like when he faced the Emperor again. He had thought that he might try to justify his mistakes, or insist that he was right. However, no matter what he had thought, when the Emperor actually appeared before him, Alpharius knelt decisively and admitted his fault. The whole process was as smooth as silk.

"No one is infallible," the Emperor spoke, and Alpharius breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mistakes must be paid, and atonement must be paid. Of course, I believe you can complete this journey of atonement, but the question is, what will you do next? There's something wrong with your thinking," the Emperor said, pointing to his head. "You are so arrogant, believing you are always right. You indulge in conspiracy and take pride in it. However, darkness is darkness, and this world needs more light."

"So, what are you going to have me do?" Alpharius asked.

"I will give you a planet as a shelter for you and the rest of your subordinates. You can build it into your home world. You can use your own means to build it, even your so-called trials. But you must remember one thing, that is, if someone is dissatisfied with your behavior and attacks you, I will not help you." The emperor smiled and said.

"This..." Alpharius was stunned. Just when he was thinking about how to get some start-up capital through fraud, the emperor's words were undoubtedly a blow to him.

"It seems you've realized you're quite hated," the Emperor said with a smile. "Often, people with high moral standards come across as easy to bully, but when they decide to put their pride aside, the consequences can be severe. And you've also realized that when it comes to scheming, some people are just as capable as you."

Alpharius bowed his head in response to the Emperor's words. As Angron had said, it was often the other brothers who didn't employ certain tactics, not that they didn't know how to use them. If everyone lacked a sense of self-control, the Alpha Legion wouldn't necessarily have much of an advantage. Furthermore, the Alpha Legion now had a homeworld. If they couldn't find you, Alpharius, wouldn't they be able to find your home?

As for infiltration? The Emperor's servant named Masked had already "humiliated" Alpharius. He used his pride in infiltration and special operations.

"My child, do not be a nuisance." The Emperor patted Alpharius on the shoulder, speaking earnestly. "You dislike Guilliman, you believe you can do better. I'm giving you a chance. I hope you won't waste it." This time, the Emperor decided to give Alpharius some "concern." This would also help him moderate some of his behavior. If he refused to moderate, the Emperor had also stated that He would not take sides. If he provoked them again, the retaliation from his brothers would be something Alpharius could not bear.

The Emperor actually had some preference for Alpharius, though it wasn't so obvious. He knew everything Alpharius did behind his back. Previously, to deal with Chaos, some things were difficult to handle, and the Emperor was truly afraid that Alpharius would vote for Chaos, especially a certain blue giant. So, he indulged him somewhat. But now, the threat of Chaos was almost over, and some things had to be made clear.

"Okay, father. I will try, and I will change some of my ways, but I believe that covert warfare, infiltration, and intelligence remain the core of the Legion," said Alpharius.

"That is your business, my child," the Emperor said nonchalantly. "Also, I hope you'll have time to apologize to Dorn. At least admit your mistakes."

"Is it because of my betrayal?" Alpharius frowned.

"I have made it very clear. If you do something wrong again, I will not interfere. So do you think that given what you did to Dorne and his legion back then, will Dorne retaliate after the Heresy?" The Emperor asked with a smile.

"Dorn is not such a man," said Alpharius.

"Do you think good people should be pointed at with guns? Good people should suffer in silence?" The emperor still had a smile on his face.

"This..." Alpharius was speechless.

"You are bullying honest people. Why don't you attack Perturabo? Why don't you attack Johnson? Why do you only attack Dorne? Isn't it because Dorne is a good man?" The Emperor sighed.

"Think carefully. The Traveler and I agree on one point: good people shouldn't suffer, and noble morals shouldn't be a disadvantage. There must be a distinction between right and wrong. It's wrong to make a mistake without paying the price," the Emperor concluded earnestly. He truly hoped Alpharius would change.

"I understand, father. I will apologize to Dorn when the time is right." Alpharius bowed.

Chapter 439: The Alliance between Khorne and Nurgle

In previous so-called "training," Alpharius had indeed been "bullying the honest." Initially, the Relic Hunters of Alpharius's Legion had also troubled others, such as the Iron Warriors. However, after Alpharius's fleet was directly blocked by the Lord of Radiance, the two sides met, exchanged views, and after discussing their differences, they reached a consensus.

Alpharius promised not to trouble the Iron Warriors again and was willing to compensate for their losses. Because during this "exchange of views", Alpharius truly believed that the Lord of Radiance had the ability and willingness to plunder his legion! The AI ​​legion composed of swarms of ancient fleets, mobile star fortresses, and extinction remnants was truly not something the Lord of Hydra could afford to provoke.

If Dorne, facing Alpharius's destruction, would have limited its retaliation to a certain extent, then given Perturabo's temper and the Lord of Radiance's power, they were no "honest men." They believed in tooth for tooth, blood for blood! No matter what excuses Alpharius offered, the reality was that he couldn't win, and Alpharius ultimately gave in.

The Emperor had warned Alpharius not to bully honest men, for once they erupted, things would get out of hand. The Traveler could attest to this; long ago, the Traveler truly was honest, in every sense of the word. Chaos's bullying went too far, and the Traveler decided to become a god... To this day, the Emperor still finds the Traveler too radical in some ways, while the Traveler, in turn, finds the Emperor too conservative in others...

While the Emperor and the Traveler began to provide psychological counseling for these giant babies called Primarchs, the Chaos Gods were also preparing for the upcoming battle in the Ghoul Cluster. After all, there had been too many cases where the eldest and the second-in-command had fought, and the third-in-command had died. This war would not end without the death of a veteran demigod.

Otherwise, how would the bosses recover their losses? How would they live their lives? This matter was settled, and it had nothing to do with Wa Banxian's stance or opinions. To paraphrase, if the gods wanted to kill Wa Banxian, what did it have to do with him? Even if Wa Banxian fought for the Chaos Gods, when the Chaos Gods needed to strike, they would never hesitate.

But the question is, how do we act now? Tzeentch hides in the darkness, plotting his own schemes, while Nurgle and Khorne have met, and it's time to settle scores. Although the highest being in the galaxy, some basic rules must be followed. After all, we are all gods, and if you do something for the first day, others can do the fifteenth.

"I have lost some of my power." Nurgle spoke, his gentle and heavy voice revealing anger and dissatisfaction.

"Tzeentch was at work, and he stopped you," said Khorne.

"That's because of your actions. I lent you a weapon to fight the Emperor, but you lost it!" Nurgle said angrily. "Did you come here just to shirk responsibility?"

"I cannot take the power that was yours from the Emperor and the Traveler," Khorne replied directly. "But I can make amends. We have defeated Vashtor, and we even have a chance to defeat Tzeentch's clone. No matter how much power we gain from this battle, I only want the Forging Power, and the rest will be yours. If we only get the Forging Power, then I can share it with you. And as long as you don't attack me, I will never attack Nurgle's realm or your planet in the real universe!"

"This is my sincerity. I mean what I say." Khorne said seriously.

"Khorne, you have become cunning. You give me a more and more unfamiliar feeling, as if the person standing in front of me is not you, but Tzeentch, the guy who likes to play tricks." Nurgle muttered.

On the surface, Khorne was indeed sincere, and this time Khorne really kept his word. But if you think about it carefully, you will find that Khorne made a profit, and a lot of it.

Khorne couldn't possibly give Nurgle his authority, and Nurgle couldn't recover what he had lost. The best solution, naturally, was to seize it from others. But Khorne alone was probably too weak to do it. The current incarnation of Khorne might not even be able to defeat the incarnation of Tzeentch. After all, he had just been severely damaged. The Emperor and the Traveler combined were even more formidable. If Khorne acted alone, he might not only gain nothing, but also suffer his own demise.

So Khorne needed allies; he needed Nurgle on his side. So he offered Nurgle an offer he couldn't refuse: no matter how much power he gained, Khorne only wanted the power to forge. If he only got the power to forge, everyone would share it. It was like a lucrative HR presentation to employees in the modern era. Khorne offered Nurgle a delicious pie!

As for why Khorne only wanted the Power of Forging, the reason was simple: Khorne knew that exploration, science, and invention were not suitable for him. Everyone has their own strengths, even gods. In fact, while the power of the Vorbanxian was of great help to Khorne, their compatibility was poor. Furthermore, Khorne owed Nurgle something, and this was necessary compensation.

Therefore, considering both combat effectiveness and the needs of both sides, Khorne and Nurgle both understood that cooperation was the only way to achieve victory. Seizing the power of the Vulcan and confronting Tzeentch were their shared goals. Furthermore, Khorne was truly not greedy this time, so with good planning, Nurgle could gain a lot. At the very least, it would be better than falling into the hands of the gods of order or Tzeentch.

If Khorne's proposed compensation plan brought the two sides closer together and could be seen as the beginning of an alliance, then Khorne's subsequent proposal for a non-aggression pact was intended to secure a more stable ally. The relationship between the four Chaos Gods is as follows: Nurgle and Tzeentch are absolutely hostile, and Khorne intends to target Tzeentch and Slaanesh. However, since Slaanesh's alliance with Nurgle remains intact, taking action against Slaanesh might cause Nurgle's vigilance and displeasure.

Moreover, in Khorne's view, Slaanesh, this shameful thing, can't do anything. If Slaanesh surrenders to Tzeentch, that would be even better. If Slaanesh and Tzeentch form an alliance, then Nurgle will definitely end their alliance with Slaanesh, and then Khorne and Nurgle can form a very stable alliance. The first and third evil gods are against the second and fourth evil gods. Khorne feels that he has the advantage. It's not that Khorne looks down on Tzeentch, but Slaanesh is really rubbish.

If Slaanesh doesn't join forces with Tzeentch, Khorne and Nurgle will still fight against him. It can be said that fighting Tzeentch is the greatest common denominator between Khorne and Nurgle and the key to maintaining peace between them. Therefore, whether from the perspective of compensating for losses or dealing with potential enemies, the conditions offered by Khorne are very tempting.

"We could draw Slaanesh into our alliance, just as we did with Tzeentch," Nurgle said after a moment's thought. Nurgle remained unwilling to allow Khorne to confront Slaanesh. In Nurgle's view, if Slaanesh wasn't drawn into his alliance, he would be extremely dangerous. He was the weakest of the evil gods, but he also had the most enemies. Khorne desired his power, and the Eldar gods and Slaanesh were sworn enemies. If Slaanesh truly fell, the Warp would no longer be peaceful. The gods would no longer be chess players, and their struggles would become extremely brutal!

If Slaanesh joins forces with Tzeentch in order to survive, this is something Nurgle does not want to see. It means that he will inevitably be bound by Khorne. After all, neither he nor Slaanesh together can necessarily defeat Tzeentch. If Tzeentch joins forces with Slaanesh, Nurgle will definitely not be able to deal with it. At that time, Nurgle will be begging Khorne for an alliance, instead of taking the initiative as he does now.

"Nurgle, believe me, Slaanesh has no future. He will fall or fall asleep in the near future." Khorne said.

"I sense no increase in Slaanesh's entropy," Nurgle said. "And don't you think it would be a good idea to just wipe out one of our own kind?"

"You rely too much on your authority," Khorne said, shaking his head. "This puts you in a very passive position. Slaanesh has been severely weakened, and after this war, the Gods of Order will not rest easy. They are filled with ambition. Slaanesh is their target. Slaanesh cannot resist the Gods of Order, and his future fate will be no better than Vashtor's current one."

"If we join forces with Slaanesh, we will have to help him deal with the Gods of Order, and by then, Tzeentch might attack us from behind. If we ignore Slaanesh, the Gods of Order will most likely choose to deal with Slaanesh. We can guarantee that we will not be attacked by the Gods of Order for a long time, and we can deal with Tzeentch with peace of mind. Slaanesh is just a consumable, a cannon fodder to delay the Gods of Order."

"Nurgle, put away your outdated ideas. You dislike change, so even though you and Tzeentch are mortal enemies, you still don't want to see his fall, as this would plunge the entire situation into an unknown state. But now the timeline and destiny have changed. With the return of the Traveler, the early appearance of the Eldar Death God, and the alliance of the Gods of Order, the balance of the Warp has been broken. We cannot stand still, because if we hesitate, then in the future the Gods of Order will kill us one by one."

"We are not eternal, the throne is eternal. The throne does not mind who sits on it, it only minds that there should be someone sitting on it!" said Khorne.

"Okay, let's not discuss Slaanesh for now, but this time you must let me take back my Primarch and Legion! I want Mortarion and his Death Guard!" Nurgle said viciously.

"No problem, that's as it should be!" Khorne laughed heartily. Compared to the certainty of authority, what Nurgle couldn't stand even more was the certainty of his own Primarchs and Legions. In the future, the evil gods would have to expand their domains in the physical universe, and without their Legions, doing anything would be extremely difficult.

"So, Nurgle, my ally, what are you going to do? Will you turn your spearhead against Vashtor first or your old rival Tzeentch?" Khorne asked with a smile. "To show my apology and sincerity, this time it is up to you to decide."

"Deal with Tzeentch! Vashtor's legacy is rich, but I would rather see Tzeentch's defeat." said Nurgle.

"Very well, then, the question remains: how do we find Tzeentch? He and his followers are obscured by fate and psychic powers," Khorne asked. Speaking of intrigue and subterfuge, truth be told, Khorne and Nurgle combined wouldn't necessarily make Tzeentch any stronger. Flexibility and cunning are among Tzeentch's most powerful weapons.

"There is a way. Don't forget, I still have Magnus's clone. With his help, we can find the Thousand Sons and then find Tzeentch. If Tzeentch's incarnation continues to hide, we will kill the Thousand Sons!" Nurgle grinned and said murderously.

In the previous battle, Nurgle captured a clone of Magnus, but this clone refused to surrender to Nurgle. Now, Nurgle has finally found a use for this clone, which is to use it as a medium to find the Thousand Sons. Now that Tzeentch has captured Mortarion and more than half of the Death Guard, Nurgle will definitely not hold back against the Thousand Sons.

"Isn't this great? Only by killing them can we be promoted." Khorne said with a smile.

While Khorne and Nurgle formed a semi-alliance, Tzeentch was also busy, unaware that the two evil gods, Khorne and Nurgle, were already preparing to deal with him. After all, according to normal thinking, at this time, everyone should first consider how to kill the half-sage and then use his legacy to make up for their losses. However, who could have imagined that Nurgle and Khorne hated Tzeentch far more than just getting some scraps from the half-sage.

Even the wisest of plans can make mistakes. Tzeentch cannot control all changes, nor can he foresee everything. Especially now, when the gods are forming alliances and privately discussing things, Tzeentch is unaware of them. Even power has its limits. Facing fate and high-ranking beings, sometimes it's unreliable, or perhaps the unexpected is another form of uncertainty. Tzeentch's followers and great demons have proven this time and again, and Tzeentch sometimes has to face it.

"Dissatisfaction, anger, suspicion and betrayal. Zhuangsen, you are so cold and efficient, and you hope that your people are the same as you. But unfortunately, they are all mortals, and even your brothers think you are going too far. However, all this will eventually brew a storm." The incarnation of Tzeentch said with great joy as he looked at the unpredictable future fragments in the crystal ball.

After divination, Tzeentch has sensed the darkness brewing within the Dark Angels Legion, and now Tzeentch only needs to detonate this darkness at the right time.

"I will eventually become the greatest winner of this great rebellion among the Chaos Gods." Tzeentch cast his gaze to the other side, where Dark Magnus was exchanging some dark knowledge with Mortarion. This knowledge covered such a wide range that there was always something that Mortarion would be interested in.

Chapter 440 Zhuang Sen: You are finally here!

"My lord, 3% of the surface of Eris III has been covered by the power of the subspace, and the contaminated machines have gone out of control." Koswain reported to the Lion King sitting on the throne.

"I understand. After the final wave of recycling is complete, dispose of this planet," the Lion said in a hoarse voice. It had only been two years since the Dark Forged Demigod appeared in the physical universe. During that time, the Lion and his Dark Angels had executed extermination orders on over 2 planets. On a single day, seven human worlds were completely wiped from the galaxy. This extermination order wasn't simply a burning of glass; it involved the destruction of the planet's core with bipolar torpedoes. Even after the extermination order was executed, larger fragments had to be disposed of.

In just less than 2 years, the extermination orders signed by the Lion King destroyed more planets than Guilliman had killed in the past 200 years!

Vashtol is powerful, and his power isn't just reflected in his endless mechanical armies, but also in his authority over mechanical creations and his dark knowledge. Although the Traveler has done his best to eliminate any traces of Vashtol's dark knowledge from the human empire since his return, the residual poison of tens of thousands of years cannot be completely eliminated in such a short period of time. Creations that incorporate Vashtol's dark knowledge are undoubtedly a "backdoor" for the enemy.

At the beginning of the battle, these "backdoors" did cause great trouble to the Dark Angels. During the fight, groups of warships suddenly turned against them and pointed their guns at their former comrades. The Mechanicus's Skitarii and Titans on the ground might have been shouting for the glory of the God of Machines in the previous second, but in the next second they were actually fighting for the "Dark Mechanicus".

Even more terrifying, under the influence of the powers of forging, technology, and invention, even war machines that didn't utilize Wabanxian technology were still vulnerable to interference from electronic demons, psychic powers, or other powers. Humanity, after all, was a technologically advanced civilization, and encountering such an enemy would undoubtedly put it at a significant disadvantage. Even the ancient technological relics that the Dark Angels prided themselves on could become accomplices of the enemy when faced with the unpredictable Dark Forgers.

What made the empire even more desperate was that when Wa Banxian's domain began to spread outward, all the planets controlled by him would quickly become part of the dark foundry, providing Wa Banxian's dark army with a steady supply of armaments. Those machines possessed by demons, or simply given life by twisted forces, and those horrific "flesh factories" would continue to produce blasphemous machines from afar.