Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"You are right," Lorgar said, his face ashen, but at the same time, his eyes burned with the flames of revenge. "So, please kill me, and I will make my descendants the enemies of the Chaos Gods forever. Please take good care of Angertai," Lorgar said.

In reality, Luo Jia had been somewhat prepared for today's encounter. After all, he had some understanding of the nature of Chaos. He had also considered what would happen if his sneak attack on Wa Banxian failed and he was instead defeated.

This extreme egoist's ideas coincided with the Traveler's. The Traveler's thought was, if all else fails, he might as well take over the body of a great demon. Lorgar's approach, however, was to take over the body of his offspring. Angertai, currently one of the most powerful beings in the Legion, became Lorgar's target. He had already implanted a fragment of his soul into Angertai's body. If his original body were lost, he could consider resurrecting it through a different body.

However, Lorgar's idea was sound, but his methods weren't strong enough. This isn't to say he couldn't possess Angertai, that's certainly possible. After all, even if Angertai and the parasite Ram within him joined forces, they wouldn't have been much of a problem against Lorgar. The real problem is that Khorne's destruction of Lorgar's soul was entangled with cause and effect and logic.

In other words, if Khorne strikes, then unless there's protection from a higher power, Lorgar's soul will be destroyed, no matter how many clones he possesses in the Warp and the physical universe. If the gods command you to die at three o'clock in the morning, you won't survive until five! If you can't even do this, how can you claim to be the most powerful evil god?

As for why the Traveler did the same? It can only be said that the Heretic God has its limits. What was the Traveler's status before he ascended to godhood? What was Lorgar's status? How could he compare to the Traveler? Furthermore, the Traveler stole the minions of the weakest Heretic God, not Khorne's.

"Lorgar, you'd better commit suicide. Only in this way can you leave behind a strong enough obsession." The Big Clown said, just like the evil demon believers would torture the sacrifices and then please the evil god, in the Warhammer universe, extreme emotions are required in many rituals. If the evil god believers do it, then the gods will naturally do it too.

"Uh..." Lorgar hesitated. He didn't understand what the big clown meant.

"When Khorne strikes, all you have left is your hatred, nothing else. This has nothing to do with your backup plan, because it was Khorne himself who struck!" The Big Clown revealed the horrible truth to Lorgar.

"Haha, alright." Lorgar's tears streamed down his face. "I understand. Thank you, great Harlequin God of the Eldar. You finally allowed me to understand the truth of the world in my final moments." Lorgar, no longer hesitating, tore his own soul apart, enduring unimaginable pain. He tore his soul into pieces, then burned it completely with psychic energy. In the process, his pain and the reverberations turned into endless revenge against the Chaos Gods!

"Lorgar, let this be the end of your sinful life." As Lorgar's soul finally turned to nothingness, the Avatar of Khorne roared in the void, venting his anger. He could no longer use Lorgar's soul, but could only use this body. With Lorgar's death, the Harlequin's remaining power was also exhausted.

However, although the power of the Great Clown in Lorgar's body is gone, as a senior funny (conspiracy) god who has lived for tens of millions of years, the Great Clown is well aware of the principle that eggs should not be put in one basket. Among the Word Bearers, the Great Clown planted two nails, one named Lorgar, and the other named Angertai!

From a mortal's perspective, Lorgar was well prepared. To prevent Angertai, his backup, from being discovered by Khorne, he even had him relocated to another warship and hadn't contacted him for a long time. Unfortunately, this time, he encountered Khorne, a high-ranking, unreasonable being.

Fortunately, it was not only Lorgar who was tampering with Angertai, but also the Great Clown of the Eldar, whose ability could completely avoid the impact of Khorne, which had not yet arrived. So although Angertai failed to save Lorgar's soul, Khorne did not discover it, and he was aware of Lorgar's fall.

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"Angeltai, what's wrong with you?" Little Horus put down the wine glass in his hand and asked Angeltai who suddenly fell silent.

"Our Primarch is dead." After a long silence, Angertai raised his head. His expression was filled with anger, twisted and terrifying. "He was killed."

"How is this possible? Lord Lorgar has just returned to his flagship. It is hard for me to imagine who could kill a Primarch under the protection of tens of thousands of Word Bearers Legionaries." Young Horus had an expression of disbelief on his face, but underneath his expression was fear and uneasiness. After all, as a close minister of Horus, he knew very well that gods had such abilities.

"Is this true?" Little Horus asked tentatively.

"It's true. This is the holy object bestowed upon me by my Lord. It contains a fragment of my Lord's soul. But now, it has shattered. I can only feel the eternal rage and murderous intent of revenge within it!"

Angertai took out a crystal pendant from his pocket, which contained Lorgar's power and mark. Little Horus had seen this pendant before, because Angertai had used it to mobilize the Word Bearers' legion, and it did indeed exude Lorgar's aura, but now, the pendant was shattered.

"My Lord wasn't slain by the Gods of Order, but by Khorne, one of the Chaos Gods. He obliterated my Lord's soul and is attempting to manipulate his corpse, thereby controlling the entire Legion!" Angertai grumbled, his teeth clenched. The flames of the Warp ignited in his fury, and the overwhelming pressure was so overwhelming that even the young Horus across from him felt suffocated.

"Why would Khorne do this?" asked young Horus.

"Because our Primarch wanted to obtain the path of ascension, but Khorne did not allow this. He and the other Chaos Gods treated us like dogs. Their so-called blessings were chains tied around our necks. When we tried to break this situation, they would tighten the chains and even turn them into nooses." Angertai said.

"Come with me to see the Primarch." Young Horus took a deep breath, barely maintaining his shattered perspective. After all, in his view, weren't the evil gods and the rebels allies? While there might be some dirty tricks, overall it was a cooperative relationship. How could Khorne shatter the soul of a Primarch and then seize his Legion?

But no matter whether Angertai was right or wrong, the current situation was beyond his ability to handle, so he needed to take Angertai to meet Horus and then make a decision.

"Okay, let's go." Angelte nodded.

Chapter 455 Horus: Abaddon, please go

"So, what you mean is that Lorgar is now a puppet of Khorne?" Horus said after listening to Angertai's words.

"That's right. Khorne used the divine power lent to Lorgar as a medium to kill him, and next, He will use this body as a cover to control the entire legion. My lord, I need your help. For the sake of Lorgar being your brother, for the sake of us..." Angertai knelt on the ground and pleaded with Horus.

"You want me to fight Khorne?" Horus said with a wry smile. "Do you think I have the ability to raise my hammer against Khorne? You are a little naive."

"Of course, I am also very angry about Khorne's actions, but I really don't have the ability to solve this problem. However, I can give you some help." Horus adjusted his mood and said. Lorgar's death was a huge shock to Horus. Although Horus's fall was directly caused by Lorgar, and although this brother's words were full of lies from beginning to end, they were brothers after all.

And to be honest, even if Lorgar is still a traitor, he is the only brother that Horus can win over at the moment. After all, Fulgrim has surrendered, and there is no trace of the Dark Ponies in the galaxy. With the fall of Tzeentch's incarnation, the Dark Ponies are also nowhere to be found. It is estimated that they have returned to Tzeentch's territory and will not show up again.

Mortarion had disappeared, and no one knew where this once reliable brother was. And what of Angron? Ever since his awakening, he had disobeyed Horus's orders. When Horus's messenger went to see Angron, he felt like a completely different person. Angron was no longer bloodthirsty, but he was no longer the sharp axe in Horus's hand.

And now, a Primarch, a brother of Horus, had fallen at the hands of the Chaos God, who, in turn, sought to seize everything that had once belonged to Lorgar. This undoubtedly crossed Horus's line. A feeling of grief welled up within him. Today, it was Lorgar, who had died in such an unclear manner. Could it be Horus's turn tomorrow?

"This is a list containing information about the troops still loyal to Lorgar. You can take these people away from the battlefield. If the Word Bearers want to make things difficult for you, I will help you stop them. As for what to do next, it depends on your choice." Horus sighed and said.

"My lord, you..." Angeltai was shocked. He didn't expect Horus to do such a thing.

"Don't be naive, Angertai. Although you are one of the first enchanted warriors, sometimes your naivety is really stupid." Horus said with a wry smile.

"All seemingly beautiful things hide darkness and conspiracy. What do you think the Warriors' Association is? Is it just a place for everyone to express friendship? Under normal circumstances, it is indeed so, but sometimes, it always has special uses. We can use it to understand the situation of each legion. You need to adapt to this dark galaxy."

"Lorgar believed in the gods and wanted to use their power, but in the end, he went wrong. In other legions, the Primarch was the core of the entire legion, but when Lorgar knelt before the evil god of Chaos, he was no longer the core of this legion, because he gave up his dignity and surrendered to a more powerful force. How could he be respected by other descendants? Other descendants would think that since the Primarch had pledged his loyalty to Chaos, why not just pledge allegiance to Chaos directly? The collapse of faith caused by all this made Lorgar suffer the consequences of his own actions." Horus lamented.

"But some people will eventually miss their Primarch, and this may be because Khorne used Lorgar's body. Take those who still miss Lorgar away from here. This is all I can do." Horus said.

"Okay, sir, I thank you for your support," said Angerte.

"Go and do what you should do." Horus waved his hand, signaling Angertai to leave.

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"Father, if Khorne really kills Lorgar, then we... and if Khorne prevents Angertai from leaving, do we really have to go to war with the gods?" Little Horus said with some concern.

"I'm not sure whether Khorne killed my brother, but one thing is certain, there is definitely something wrong with Lorgar. He is no longer himself." Horus said with certainty.

"What if we are facing Khorne..." The Primarch's words made little Horus feel suffocated, because he didn't know what he should do in the face of this situation.

"Don't worry. If we just let Angertai leave, then this won't be a problem. Khorne will definitely be restricted. The power of Chaos is rapidly weakening. If Khorne takes action himself, it will definitely attract the attention of the Emperor and the Traveler. He won't be so reckless."

"Khorne may have possessed my brother in order to use the Word Bearers to carry out a final hunt for Vashtor. This is His goal, and everything else is unimportant." Horus comforted his offspring.

"Then what should we do? We can't be cannon fodder for Khorne, right?" said little Horus.

"After Angertai leads those who remain loyal to Lorgar away, we will leave too. We will leave the Empire's borders and head for the Eye of Terror. The Kingdom's hegemony has nothing to do with us anymore. The only thing we can do is survive."

After Horus uttered these words, the young Horus suddenly felt his Primarch age considerably. Horus had realized the absurdity of his ambitions. He was a pawn in the hands of the gods, fighting for an impossible goal. And even if he could defeat the gods of order, what good would it do? He still relied on the power of the gods of chaos, and ultimately would be nothing more than a puppet. So, instead of this, he decided to flee.

"By the way, call Abaddon over. I have some instructions for him." Horus said.

"As you command." Little Horus bowed.

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"Abaddon, my most beloved child." Horus smiled as he watched the former captain of the Luna Wolves' First Company approach. He then addressed the young Horus. "Stay here and listen."

"Father, if you ask me to fight my former brothers, I will still refuse. Because it will make me feel like a clown. The evil we once fought against has become our ally, and the empire and humanity we once swore to protect have become our enemies. Those Chaos demons are so dirty and despicable. Look at those guys who bowed down to Chaos, how corrupt they are. I can't associate with them, even if it means my soul is destroyed!" Abaddon said firmly.

"I understand how you feel," Horus nodded. "So, I'm not here to convince you this time, but to give you a chance, a chance to start over."

"Abaddon, take those who still retain the pure blood of the Luna Wolf, take those who still hold ideals and justice in their hearts and leave here. Go find Loken. Or other friends you know, tell them that your hands are not stained with the blood of loyalists, tell them that you are still loyal. Then start over."

"It is said that Loken has been rewarded by my father, granted a fiefdom, and allowed to continue fighting in the name of the Luna Wolves. Go find him, but don't be willful this time, for I can't help you. Listen to him. So, leave here, my child." Horus looked at Abaddon affectionately, as if preparing to send a child on a long journey. His eyes were filled with love and reluctance.

"Father, if you are willing to return to the Emperor, we can go together. The Emperor will forgive us." Abaddon said happily. He was happy that his father had changed his mind.

"Don't be silly, Abaddon. Some things cannot be reversed. Just now, Khorne wiped out Lorgar's soul and used his body as a puppet, preparing to seize his legion. I also have the power of Chaos in me, how can I turn back?" Horus said with a wry smile.

"The Emperor and the Traveler are gods. They..." Abaddon said anxiously.

"Even gods have their limits. Just like the Emperor and the Traveler tried their best but couldn't save me back then, even now, they can't save me from my fall."

"My fate is sealed. I will die by the Emperor's sword. I can accept this. Do not harbor even a shred of resentment towards the Emperor and the Traveler. They did their best, and I do not blame them. Before, the Emperor took away part of my soul and essence. Perhaps in the future, you will have a new father. He is a part of me, the kind and gentle part of me, not the me you see now, full of ambition and conspiracy. He should accept you."

"If you must resent something, then make the Chaos Gods and their servants your eternal targets. Join a never-ending expedition. If you don't want to care about worldly affairs, find a place to spend the rest of your life." Horus said.

"Aishelman, my child, you can also leave with Abaddon." Horus said to his other heir.

"My lord, my hands are stained with the blood of loyalists, and I am also tainted by Chaos, so let me go with you." Young Horus rejected the Primarch's proposal.

"Okay, then you stay by my side and wait for the final judgment." Horus nodded.

"Father, I can stay too," Abaddon said.

"You are innocent, so why do you stay?" Horus asked. "Well, my child, go find Loken. There are only a few descendants of the Luna Wolves left, and even fewer who are loyal and pure. Don't let my brothers and their descendants laugh at us. Leave with the mission I have given you."

"No, I will never!" Abaddon insisted. Then he heard a bang, and then his vision went black and he knew nothing.

"It's already this late and you're still talking nonsense. It won't amount to anything." Horus sighed, then told little Horus to follow the plan they had made before.

Horus has completely despaired of Chaos, and Lorgar's experience is the last straw that broke the camel's back. Unlike the background, the power of Chaos has been greatly weakened, so Horus can still maintain his sanity. Even though the Emperor has taken away Horus's good side, Horus is now full of violence, ambition and conspiracy, but it is precisely because of these extreme emotions that it is even more impossible for him to be a dog of Chaos.

Unfortunately, escaping his fate as a Chaos God was nearly impossible. Furthermore, Horus saw what had happened to Lorgar. Once his actions here were complete, Khorne and Nurgle would undoubtedly control his mind and body to deal with the Emperor. While he might not pose a threat to the Emperor, the Chaos Gods would still be willing to see father and son slaughter each other as revenge. Furthermore, Horus was certain that even if he wanted to commit suicide now, it would be impossible. Such cowardly behavior might even facilitate the Chaos Gods' control over their own offspring.

Horus wanted to keep more of his children alive, but unfortunately, since they surrendered to Chaos, many of his Legion had also converted to Chaos or been tainted by it. At this point, it was almost impossible for them to cleanse themselves of their sins. So, let Abaddon, who was still loyal, take some of his people and leave. He would take the corrupted part of the Legion and disappear forever!

Meanwhile, Angertai had already fled with a portion of the Word Bearers fleet loyal to Lorgar. Other Word Bearers fleets attempted to intercept them, but Horus used his own fleet to hold them off. He was gambling. He was gambling that Khorne wouldn't bother with him right now. He was gambling that the Chaos God would tolerate his cannon fodder because they were still useful.

The outcome was pretty much as Horus had expected. After Lorgar's soul was annihilated, Khorne was indeed very busy. On the one hand, he took over the body and the memories within it, and on the other hand, he and Nurgle were divinations on Vashtor's possible location. As for the small fry that slipped through his fingers, Khorne had no time to take care of these little things.

Even if Horus left now, He would not care. After all, as long as they could find the demigod, he and the Word Bearers would be enough to deal with this demigod who was hanging on to his last breath. Khorne did not care whether Horus was there or not, and he did not think that Horus could escape control.

Overall, Khorne's control of the situation was strong. At least in the future, the majority of the Word Bearers Legion would fall into the hands of Khorne and Nurgle, while Horus, for now, seemed unable to cause any significant damage. Nurgle was still very sensitive to his lost authority and was able to quickly locate V'Ban-Sen. However, the only problem was that Khorne hadn't anticipated that, at the last moment, V'Ban-Sen had already decided to surrender to the Gods of Order!

Chapter 456: Wa Banxian: I voted

"I'm also a lawful demigod. Although my actions have some issues, I can change." Before finally deciding to surrender, Vashtor was still preparing himself mentally. He didn't know how the Gods of Order would treat him, but he knew that if he contacted the Traveler again, he would have no more cards to hide! Like a piece of fish on the chopping board, the other party's thoughts could determine his life or death.

"Let it be. If we fail, it's only a matter of death." Vashtor said helplessly, sensing the aura of Nurgle's power of life. The power of the evil gods is twisted, and even something as beautiful as life becomes filthy in their hands. As first-class gods, the Emperor and the Traveler can purify this twisted power, but the current Vashtor is completely helpless.

Before Nurgle could regain his authority, the power stolen by Vashtor had already begun to corrupt his soul and the Dragon Forest Planet. Desperate, Vashtor once again lifted the seal on the Traveler's creation. Almost immediately, the Traveler sensed Vashtor's presence!

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"Vashtor has requested contact again. I've found his location. If nothing unexpected happens, he's ready to surrender." A smile crossed the Traveler's face. This meant that the battle could finally come to a successful conclusion. All that remained was the question of how much profit would be made.

"So, let's talk about how to deal with this guy." said the Emperor.

"I want the authority to invent and explore," the traveler said first. That's right, the gods of order weren't considering how to deal with the demigod, but how to divide his authority! A group of gods pointed fingers at the dying demigod like mortals dividing pork.

"Then we need Vashtor's Soul Authority and Forging Authority," the Eldar Death God said after a moment's reflection. The Eldar's decision made sense. The Eldar Death God hadn't yet fully emerged, so he needed Soul Authority to expedite his birth. The Forging Authority, on the other hand, was reserved for Val, the former Eldar God of Forging. While it's said that human civilization's current development relies on archaeology, the Eldar are even more so, so they too aspire to a technological renaissance.

As for why the Traveler gave up the power of forging, it was because he needed other more important powers, such as the power of life over Nurgle. The reason was simple: both the Emperor and the Traveler hoped that human civilization could eventually ascend, and genetic technology was essential. The Eldar were created by the Old Ones and were born with a perfect genetic sequence, which humans do not have. The Emperor and the Traveler still needed to work on this.

Moreover, the Traveler himself also has the power to forge, and part of it was given by Val. It is only right that he should return the favor now.

"Then the remaining Life Powers will be yours," the Harlequin said. There were five Powers in total, three for Humanity and two for the Eldar. This distribution was generally fair, considering the Emperor and the Traveler had contributed significantly. This was a distribution based on labor.

"Then there's Khorne's authority. If nothing goes wrong, we can use this opportunity to kill the Avatar of Khorne. How will his authority be divided?" The Emperor posed his second question. Dividing up the power of the Vassals was only the beginning. By now, the Avatar of Khorne was just a side dish. With the help of the surrendered Vassals, and by establishing a stronghold for Khorne, they could practically guarantee victory!

"If Khorne drops the War Authority, I'll take it, and you can take the rest," the Traveler said after a moment's thought. In the previous internal distribution between the Emperor and the Traveler, the Death Authority dropped by Nurgle was given to the Traveler. And this time, the Traveler's purpose in requesting the War Authority was simple: to create a true combat artifact!

After all, the Traveler's combat power is actually a little lacking compared to His status. He was able to achieve his current record basically by using the Eldar's Twilight Spear. Although this weapon is powerful, it belongs to the Eldar gods after all, and it is not easy for him to hold it all the time.

Now, with the remains of the Lord of Randan, combined with the death of Nurgle and the Warlord of Khorne, this is enough to create a weapon that can threaten the Chaos Gods. Once completed, this weapon will allow the Traveler to transform from a battlecruiser to a fast battleship.

"We have no interest in Khorne's power," the Harlequin said after a moment's thought. It would surely be the Emperor and the Traveler who would deal with the Avatar of Khorne. He couldn't intervene, so he decided not to. The Eldar had already profited greatly this time. The Phoenix King had even escaped Slaanesh's belly, so the Harlequin had no reason to be dissatisfied.

"That's good. After this battle, the Avatar of Khorne will be gone. The Heresy will also be over," the Emperor said with some emotion. Along the way, the Emperor lamented that the journey of the Gods of Order had not been easy, but there was nothing to complain about. After all, compared to the other timeline where the Traveler did not return and the Emperor sat on the throne, this was much better.

As for the avatar of Khorne's inevitable demise? Let's put it this way: if Khorne ultimately attacks Vorban, his avatar will undoubtedly be lost. After all, it's a 4v1 situation, with the Emperor attacking and the Traveler intercepting. How could Khorne escape the clutches of the Gods of Order? Even gods have to abide by the basic laws. Khorne isn't good at running away.

"So what should we do with Vashtor?" asked the Big Clown.

"Vashtor must surrender all power and reincarnate separately," the Traveler said after a moment's thought. Power in the 40th Century is the equivalent of nuclear weapons in the 3rd Century. Although Vashtor had surrendered, they were already a defeated nation. How could they possibly retain these things? As for the separation of Vashtor's souls, it was also inevitable.

Because at this point, Wa Banxian was no longer a demigod. He had lost his godhood, but his soul still held too much memory and knowledge. Tens of millions of years of memories and forbidden knowledge had begun to pollute his soul. Furthermore, he was using Nurgle's life force to temporarily maintain his vitality, adding another layer of pollution. It was inevitable that his soul would be affected.

"That's all," the Eldar Death God agreed. The Traveler then opened the door, and everyone prepared to check the water meter on the Immortal, while also arranging a siege on Khorne.

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"Supreme." When the Emperor and other gods of order appeared before Vashtor, this demigod who once had high aspirations finally accepted his fate. His soul half-knelt before the gods, waiting for the verdict on his fate.

"The damaged machinery can no longer hold so much knowledge and memories," the Traveler said, looking at the remnant of Wa Banxian before him. Truthfully, if any of the Four Gods of Order had a near-death experience, it would have been the Traveler. When the Traveler was forced to flee to another dimension, he also abandoned much, even returning as a weakling. It was only by coincidence that he arrived during the Great Crusade, absorbing the faith and strength brought by the humans' journeys, that he recovered.

"I am willing to hand over all my authority, give up other aspects, and even separate my soul, but I hope to retain my complete consciousness, even if I can only reincarnate as a mortal." Wa Banxian put forward his conditions.

He was sensible. He surrendered his authority and willingly accepted the division of his soul. After all, while his soul was powerful, it had been tainted. He could not survive without the division. Furthermore, according to the destiny, he must die once.

"After your other aspects are cut out, they will also have their own consciousness." said the Eldar Death God.

"This is normal, I accept it." said Wa Banxian.

"So be it. We can guarantee the integrity of your consciousness and grant you the opportunity to reincarnate as a human," the Emperor said. "If you prioritize human civilization in the future, and if you have the opportunity to embark on the path of transcendence again, we will not stop you. The past will be wiped clean with your surrender." The Emperor made his promise.

"Thank you, gods, for your generosity." Vashtor half-knelt in salute. Overall, this outcome was acceptable. The gods of order not only allowed him to retain a primary consciousness, but also offered no obstacle to his journey to transcendence. This was sufficient. As for becoming a god? Vashtor had no expectations. After all, as a demigod who had lived for tens of millions of years, he was well aware of the difficulty involved.

"Then let us prepare, and arrange for the siege of Khorne," said the Emperor. Thus, the Gods of Order prepared to use the Va Banxian to lay a nest, and then reel in the great fish, the Avatar of Khorne.

"I feel His breath, Khorne. He is weak and cannot even handle my authority." Nurgle's voice sounded in Khorne's ears.

"This is very good news." The Avatar of Khorne was slightly taken aback. He had not expected Nurgle to locate Vashtor so quickly. "Then I will rush over now. Take the Word Bearers fleet with me."

"Have you dealt with Lorgar?" asked Nurgle.

"Yes, I dealt with him. He was too dishonest and tried to touch the forbidden area." The Avatar of Khorne pondered for a moment before continuing, "You know, if we want to deal with Vashtor quietly, we must have a puppet that can bear our power. Otherwise, our avatars will easily be targeted by the Gods of Order when they travel. Now, I am the only avatar of the Chaos Gods walking in the outside world, and the Gods of Order have a huge advantage."

"Of course, I will still return those who believe in you in the Word Bearers Legion to you. We are allies," said Khorne.