Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"I wish to communicate with my Lord," said Ku'gath.

"I'm afraid not. My Lord should be doing a new experiment." said the Plague Messenger.

"Well, this place connects to the Garden of Nurgle. The Swarm will gain nothing from this." K'Gath paused before continuing, "And we might be exiled."

"And where is your legion, Angron?" asked Ku'gath.

"I will stay here," Angron said after a moment's thought.

"Then I am very grateful to you. Thank you for your compliance with the Covenant of the Gods." Kugath said with some surprise.

"You think too much. There is only one fundamental reason why I stay here, and that is that it may be more dangerous outside. After ten thousand years, the gods come to the fore again. Nurgle has his own demands, Tzeentch is eyeing us covetously, the galaxy has a new entrant, and the plan that the gods of order have been planning for many years is about to begin. You don't think that you can build a foundation in the Scourge Star Cluster because of your ability, do you?" Angron said sarcastically in a very spicy tone.

"We are all just working for our master." Kugath kept a low profile.

"Indeed, for the gods, we are no different," Angron said with some resignation. In reality, Khorne was the most selfless in this war. He didn't have many thoughts, for he knew that in the real universe, he would definitely not be able to defeat the gods of order. In the Warp, he only needed to keep a close eye on Tzeentch. If Nurgle wanted to become powerful, he would have to bear the risks involved.

Khorne would help, but the benefits also had to be considered. Angron also stayed here because it was connected to the Garden of Nurgle. If things didn't work out, Angron's troops could use the passage back to the Garden of Nurgle and then turn back to Khorne's domain. If they left, there would be no such smooth passage.

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"The Zerg's offensive in the Scourge Star Cluster has gradually slowed down, but it has not left." Dark Magnus said to Tzeentch in Tzeentch's labyrinth.

"Do you find it strange?" Jianqi said, looking at his number one subordinate.

"Yes, it stands to reason that the Zerg should not stay in a place like the Scourge Cluster where there is no benefit. Some planets along the way that lack biomass cannot attract the Zerg's attention." said the Dark Pony.

"That's because Nurgle needs the Zerg fleet. He uses twisted life to attract the Zerg. The power of authority is so attractive that the Zerg is willing to engage in a losing business." Tzeentch said.

"Does the Zerg want to gain this authority? Do they have this awareness?" said the Dark Pony in shock.

"The being behind the swarm is also a god. Perhaps his condition isn't normal, but his strength shouldn't be underestimated. Perhaps power is his true purpose. While it's uncommon for gods to seize power from one another, it's not uncommon. Wasn't that the case in the great war ten thousand years ago?"

"Look at the Zerg's plan. The most powerful fleet is entering the battlefield from the other side of the galaxy. They are targeting the newly rising Orcs. They will eat these Orcs and then use them as nutrients to feed the fleet attacking the Scourge Star Cluster. Both the Zerg and Nurgle have put their capital on the gambling table, using it as bait to attract each other." Tzeentch said seriously.

"So who will win this battle?" asked the dark pony.

"I don't know. Too many destinies are intertwined, and I can't see the future clearly," Tzeentch shook his head. "But I know that only when chaos reigns can we benefit." Tzeentch spoke, waving his hand slightly on the galactic projection, and the Octarus sector appeared before him.

"The Zerg is not strong enough. We need to make it stronger. The orcs in the Octarius sector will become the food for the Zerg, and we can also get a share of it." Tzeentch said.

"I'm afraid that beast and his proto-beasts are not easy to deal with. Even those proto-beasts are no less powerful than the Primarchs." The dark pony frowned and said.

"So, we have to help the Zerg. Only when the Zerg is stronger can it put more pressure on Nurgle and the human empire. The current Zerg is simply not capable of doing that. The battle on the edge of the Ochentrama sector was just a drop in the bucket for the Empire, and the Zerg lost two fleets." Tzeentch said.

From Tzeentch's perspective, Nurgle absolutely cannot win the war between the Zerg and Nurgle. A Nurgle victory would mean a Tzeentch defeat. The Zerg's rampage across the galaxy would divert the attention of the Gods of Order, so these two reasons alone are enough to motivate Tzeentch to attack the beasts.

"Also, the number of Primarchs is limited, but some similar ones from other races can still be collected," Tzeentch said.

"Are you interested in beasts?" asked the dark pony.

"Let's get a primitive beast first. Haven't you been complaining that your legion lacks reliable front-line units? We can capture some orcs and maybe find something interesting from them." Tzeentch said.

"Orcs are very resistant to Chaos."

"How do you know if you don't try? And like I said before, we need the Zerg to be strong. Get ready, Magnus, take your Thousand Sons Legion and prepare to head to the real universe. Don't worry about the Gods of Order, they may also be happy to see the demise of the beasts." Tzeentch said with a smile.

"It seems the Imperium of Man has lost touch with the beasts," said Dark Magnus.

"That's for the convenience of the Zerg. Remember, in this universe, fence-sitters have no future. All the superiors will kill these guys first." Tzeentch said.

Just as Tzeentch was thinking about how to fish in troubled waters, a powerful Warp Will had traveled an unimaginable distance to the edge of the Milky Way. In the galaxy guarded by the Zerg Tiamat Fleet, with the arrival of this consciousness, the Zerg buildings stretching across several continents suddenly came alive at this moment. An unimaginable psychic fog obscured the entire galaxy and the Zerg fleet. This newly arrived will carefully observed this unfamiliar galaxy and the prey or hunters that might be hidden in it.

He first set his sights on the place where the Behemoth and Gorgon fleets had been defeated. There, the two powerful Zerg fleets had been annihilated at a speed that even he could hardly imagine, shocking the Zerg Overlord. There, the Fourth Legion's war sphere still hung high in the void, demonstrating humanity's might to all hostile forces.

When it attempted to peer into the warring celestial body, the presence of a higher power within the Warp made the Great Devourer's consciousness feel a great threat. It immediately stopped its observation and hid within the planet. It was several months later that this consciousness once again turned its gaze towards the galaxy.

"A foul, rotten smell. Very poor prey, but..." The incarnation of the Swarm's will looked towards the Scourge Stars, where Nurgle had already released the bait, a twisted life force! Although it was filled with poison, it made the Swarm's will eager to try. At this moment, He thought of a possibility: a way to obtain stable biomass through "farming" instead of one-time plunder.

Nurgle can make steel and machinery grow twisted flesh and organs. This power attracted the attention of the Devourer. After all, the so-called biomass only accounts for a very small part of the planet. If the Devourer can have this authority, there will be too many resources on a planet for him to use.

"Valuable prey, but He is powerful. He knows of my existence, yet he continues to tempt me." The Great Devourer felt a long-lost restlessness, a feeling of having a delicious meal before him, yet struggling to take it. He had already realized that this abundant vitality might be a trap. Yet, he was reluctant to give up.

However, countless years of accumulated experience and wisdom told him to abandon this goal for the time being. His fleet struggled to cross the line between reality and nothingness, and he was also unprepared to deal with the existence behind the scenes. Finally, after a moment's hesitation, he set his sights on the distant Octares sector, which was also teeming with biomass and the path of genetic evolution. The dazzling existence within it also held a strong attraction for him.

"That's a huntable prey, albeit a bit strenuous, but it's a stepping stone for me." He carefully assessed the potential threats and ultimately decided to concentrate his forces on attacking the Octares sector. Meanwhile, his most powerful Leviathan fleet was speeding towards that area. However, the only thing that the Great Devourer found regrettable was that his fleet was moving too slowly.

But what he didn't expect was that a few years later, he discovered an ancient building that could quickly reach the target star area. What's more coincidental is that this device was turned on. He didn't understand the operating principle of this device, and he knew that an unknown existence was using him, but in the end, the huge Leviathan fleet still passed through here.

And with the arrival of the Leviathan fleet, the real catastrophe began!

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"Tzeentch, you're really going too far! I didn't expect you had this thing!" The Traveler Avatar sighed, looking at the ancient civilization portal before him. Over tens of millions of years, besides the Eldar, various civilizations have emerged and retreated, leaving behind numerous artifacts, some of which the evil gods have also amassed. Even now, those ancient relics still occasionally give the younger humans a sense of wonder, a sense of wonder from their predecessors.

Tzeentch used this thing to send the Leviathan fleet to the Octarius sector. Travelers have reason to believe that perhaps one day, Tzeentch will use a similar thing to send the Leviathan fleet that is wreaking havoc in the Octarius sector to the Scourge Stars.

As for whether Tzeentch would use this thing to teleport the Zerg throughout the human empire? Sorry, that's just Tzeentch overthinking it. Any such idea would be disrespectful to the priesthood of the Traveler.

"Take this." The Traveler waved his hand, and the Imperial Fist's war celestials began packing up the ancient relic and taking it away. They would then enter the Webway and then the Traveler's Domain. The Traveler was very interested in this item. Consider it Tzeentch's toll.

At the same time, in the High Heavens, Tzeentch felt very distressed watching the travelers packing up their collections, so much so that he couldn't bear to watch the packing process, and instead turned his gaze to Octarius.

"You have to give me some strength, Tyranids. I paid a heavy price." Tzeentch muttered to himself. After all, ancient relics of this level are becoming less and less as they are used.

"After the Zerg devours the orcs in the Octarius sector, will the situation get out of control?" Dorn asked with some concern.

"No, because whether it's us, Tzeentch, or the Great Devourer, we all share a common goal: Nurgle," the Traveler said. "Alright, get to work now. Activate all of our war orbs. We may be engaged in a war far greater than the Heresy. This time, we're not defending in the real universe, but taking the offensive."

"Your will is fulfilled," Dorn said.

Two months later, with the outbreak of the Battle of Octares, the entire human empire entered a state of war preparation!

Chapter 500 The Backstabbed Beast 1

"This beast is quite skilled." From a higher dimension, the Gods of Order and their minions watched the engulfing battle in the Octares sector. It's human nature to watch the action, and so are the gods. When the mighty Leviathan fleet descended upon the Orc Empire, the beasts immediately deployed their defenses. As expected, a fierce battle ensued on multiple fronts. The Leviathan fleet, leveraging its sheer numbers, engaged in a multi-pronged operation. The beasts, undeterred, utilized the immense power and mobility of the War Moon to sever the Tyranids' tentacles, one by one, as they extended into the Orc Empire.

The overall situation, in simple terms, was that despite the Tyranids' enormous fleet, the Orks held the upper hand thanks to the methodical defense of the Beasts and the six Primordials. Even as the Orks' shipyards continued to produce new warships, the Tyranids' numerical advantage began to erode.

"If this continues, the orcs will eventually win the war. Although the orcs' war moon is not as good as our war celestial body, it is still an existence that the Zerg cannot cross now, unless the Zerg has warships of the same level, or their gods take action." Russ said.

"Has the Tyranid god arrived?" asked Ferrus.

"It should be here, otherwise the Zerg wouldn't have launched an offensive and put all their chips on the line," Jonson said. "In fact, since the Zerg invaded the galaxy, their movement hasn't been smooth. We inflicted heavy damage on the edge of the Ultramar Sector. On the Scourge Stars, facing Nurgle and Khorne destroying most of the planets in their path, the Zerg struggled to cross the quarantine zone. Now, they've decided to launch a full-scale attack. There must be a higher-dimensional force involved."

"Yes, the Swarm Mind has descended upon the galaxy several years ago. During this time, its power has continued to grow, and now what it needs is more biomass. The Orks are a good target," said the Emperor.

"But even this target is difficult to achieve at the moment. Considering the size of a star sector, the Orks' production capacity is already terrifying, and the War Moon seems to have exceeded the upper limit of the Tyranids' response. The gravity whip is a dimensionality reduction attack for the swarm, and the beasts operate their War Moon very carefully. They will never fight to the death and will not care about the gains and losses of a city or a place. If they can't defend it, they will blow up the planet. The Tyranids don't have any better solution." Perturabo said.

"Someone will come to break the deadlock soon." The traveler said, looking at a space-time singularity in the Octares star region.

"Is Tzeentch finally going to take action?" The Big Clown also noticed the unusual movements in the star zone.

"Yes, the orc legions have been attracted to the outside. The interior is the most vulnerable and important. Shipyards, industrial planets, agricultural planets, and recruitment areas are all vulnerable to attacks." said the traveler.

"The orcs also have gods. Won't they provide help?" asked Guilliman.

"Hehe, if we're talking purely about strength, there are no more than two in the galaxy who can consistently defeat Tzeentch in a 1v1, not to mention the Great Devourer. So how can the Orcs win?" The Traveler said with a somewhat complicated tone. "Some people, or rather, some beings, become less discerning and wise after becoming gods. You should be careful. Don't get too cocky. Otherwise, you could be defeated in a flash."

"You seem very angry that the orcs rejected your olive branch." said the Silent King.

"If the orcs were on our side, we could make things bigger. Instead of just targeting Nurgle." The traveler said with some regret.

"Then we can try again." said the Silent King.

"In this world, opportunities are precious. All gifts and help come with a price. For those who fear power but not virtue, a sharp sword is more effective than gentleness," said the traveler.

"If we allow Tzeentch to act against the orcs, will he become more powerful in this war and then lose control?" asked the Eldar Death God.

The Gods of Order adopted a balanced strategy against the Chaos Gods. As long as Khorne and Tzeentch were at war, and the situation remained within a certain range, the Gods of Order would not take drastic action. The reason for this was simple: on the one hand, the mutual restraint between the two sides was conducive to peace in the real universe. On the other hand, the fact that both sides were equally matched prevented either from gaining power.

If, one day, the combined forces of Khorne and Nurgle suddenly rose to power and destroyed Tzeentch himself, let alone destroying him, even if they only seized some key authority, I'm afraid the Gods of Order would have to consider personally besieging Khorne and Nurgle. After all, if Khorne truly gained psychic power, what would become of the dog-headed war god, a master of both magic and martial arts? He might even be more terrifying than Tzeentch in his prime. At this point, the entire universe must unite to fight Khorne.

Why is the focus of the attack on Nurgle this time? In addition to fulfilling their promise to the Eldar, another key point is to limit the growth of the power of one of the Chaos Gods. Khorne's seizure of power from Tzeentch is a growth in power, and Nurgle's own consolidation of power is also a growth in power, both of which are unacceptable to the Gods of Order.

So the gods of order fought Nurgle for strategic balance. Now that Tzeentch is down, if they want to profit from it, it is also possible to break the balance, so the Eldar God of Death raised this question.

"Looking at the situation, I have a feeling that Khorne will not let Tzeentch get his wish. Don't forget, except for asking Angron to help Ku'gath guard the Scourge Stars, Khorne's main force has not moved." said the Traveler.

"Tzeentch's actions against the orcs cannot be concealed. When Tzeentch benefits from it, Khorne will inevitably take action. While trying to get a share of the profits, a conflict will also break out between them and Tzeentch." said the traveler.

"And then we reap the benefits? Will Khorne let us do as we wish? He is not stupid." asked the Big Harlequin.

"For Khorne, what truly matters is preventing Tzeentch from gaining. Any minor losses are unimportant. If given the choice, Khorne would rather suffer a certain loss himself than allow Tzeentch to gain," the Traveler said. "Of course, as to what we do, we still have to wait and see how the situation develops."

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Even as the Gods of Order discussed the future, Tzeentch's actions against the Orks had already begun. Within Behemoth Harbor, one of the Beast Empire's largest shipbuilding bases, a new War Moon was under construction. Here, the Orks had gathered enough supplies to build the War Moon. The internal framework had been constructed, and the reactor, command system, and engines were being installed. Countless Ork technicians were working overtime to ensure the War Moon's swift completion.

"The newly installed teleportation equipment needs to be debugged. I'll go take a look." An orc master who had shown signs of atavism led a team of boys into the teleportation equipment after passing the inspection of the guards. This equipment can teleport boys who are dozens of light years away to the war moon. So, to some extent, the orcs are not afraid of boarding battles at all, because their crew and combatants can be continuously replenished.

Then, with a group of young technicians, the master technician arrived at the core of the War Moon. "Alright, get to work, my boys!" The master technician looked at the orcs busy around the teleportation equipment and smiled a terrifying smile, the corners of his mouth splitting to the back of his head. At his command, dozens of young orcs instantly removed their disguises, revealing their true Tzeentch fire demons, who shot deadly flames at the surrounding orcs.

The changeling, transformed into a master of technology, was also busy. After immediately transforming the guards into a cloud of crystals, he injected electronic demons into the transmission device! (The more the orcs revert to their ancestral roots, the more scientific their designs become.) As the electronic demons continuously devoured the original data and generated new codes, the transmission device was quickly taken over by the changeling. After a coordinate was entered from the warp, the transmission gate opened, and Magnus, accompanied by nine Tzeentchian Daemons and nine Tzeentchian Daemon Princes, set foot on the unfinished war moon!

Hordes of Tzeentchian demons and Thousand Sons Legions poured out of the portal, wantonly slaughtering any Orc units they could come across. Caught off guard, even the atavistic Orcs could not withstand the sudden attack of Tzeentch's elite. What was worse was that the Tzeentch army poured out from the unfinished war moon, and the Orcs were obviously reluctant to destroy their most precious war machine.

"My Lord, the situation is not as we expected. The War Moon is not in its current state and lacks sufficient energy," the Changeling reported to Magnus. According to the original plan, Magnus was going to take the War Moon away.

"Everything is changeable, and some imperfections caused by accidents are also tolerated by my Lord." Dark Magnus touched his chin and said. Although he was not very satisfied, he did not seem angry. After experiencing so much suffering for a long time, the dark pony also understood the truth that contentment is the key to happiness.

"In that case, let's control this war moon and completely destroy this shipyard. On the corpses and ruins of the orcs, we will forge the name of our Lord!" Magnus ordered.

Dark Magnus's order was quickly executed. A few hours later, the unfinished War Moon crashed into the shipyard, smashing it to pieces. It also crashed into an Orc industrial planet not far away. With an impact that was enough to destroy the planet, tens of billions of Orcs and Boyz, as well as the most dazzling industrial hit in the Beast Empire, became ashes suspended in the universe under Tzeentch's conspiracy.

Even worse, the deaths of tens of billions of Orks caused by the impact, and the resulting psychic resonance, weakened the galaxy's spatial barriers, and a warp storm was brewing. And all this was just the beginning of Tzeentch's plan.

From the space rift, the Thousand Sons fleet appeared in the real universe and rushed towards the next Ork industrial base. When the beasts were fighting the Zerg head-on, Tzeentch's deadly and vicious dagger had already pierced this powerful Ork Empire.

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"My lord, our most important shipyard and the war moon that was about to be completed were destroyed by Tzeentch, and this evil god's fleet is roaming in our hinterland, spreading death and disaster on our planet. We must deal with them, otherwise we will not be able to fight against the Tyranid fleet head-on." A primordial beast reported to the beast.

"The enemy's leader is a Primarch, the most proficient in psychic powers, and behind him is an evil god. One could even say he's the most powerful evil god." The Beast didn't directly respond to his subordinates. Instead, he said something that everyone knew clearly. "Do you know what this means?"

"No matter how terrifying the enemy is, we still have the confidence to defeat them. They are just the filth in the warp. When our ancestors were fighting in the galaxy, some of those demons had not yet been born!" said a primitive beast.

"Number 3, times have changed. We're not the Crockers we once were." The original beast looked out the window at the busy orcs. A hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. "Our descendants have forgotten our former glory. The so-called atavism is nothing more than a genetic repetition. We have lost too much, including our spirit."

"So, what do you want to say, sir?" asked Beast No. 3.

"I mean, if possible, can we ask..." The beast said while looking at his subordinates. There were a total of four original beasts present.

"My lord, we should not show weakness to humans. They are just the younger generation, and the elves are just the remnants of the corruption. We are different from them. We have a more glorious future. As descendants of ancient sages, we should not surrender to a backward and a fallen remnant!" Original Beast No. 3 spoke first.

"Our gods have already made a deal with human gods. We should not contact human gods anymore." said the No. 1 original beast.

"We can still hold on, but now is not the time." said Beast No. 4.

"So what's your opinion, No. 2?" The beast looked at the original beast No. 2 who had been silent.

"I support everyone's opinion," Number 2 said after a long silence. "And I believe Number 5 and Number 6 also agree."

"Alright... If that's the case, then let's do this. Number Three, you lead the fleet to deal with the Tzeentch fleet. Be careful. We can fight, but we can't die." The Beast took a deep breath, suppressing his pent-up emotions. "Also, let me be clear: we are Crokes, and the Orcs are Orcs. We are a powerful and orderly civilization, unlike those chaotic creatures. The Orcs' existence is a product of our genetic contamination. That's all I have to say. Dismiss!"

"Damn it, a bunch of guys who are either indulging in their past glory or a bunch of cowards! They have no vision at all!" When everyone left, the beast smashed the table in front of him to pieces!

"How can we possibly revive the former Crocker by being with this group of guys? They are such useless things!" The Beast said gritting his teeth.

Chapter 501 The Backstabbed Beast 2

The Beast was a pure-blooded Crook, a remnant of the ancient sages. He acknowledged his kinship with the orcs, whose minds were preoccupied with fighting and madness, but he didn't consider them Crooks, nor did he believe they would become Crooks. As for the orc gods... the Beast was forced by circumstances.

The Beast was well aware of the situation he faced. The Tyranid fleet in front of him had already put him under immense pressure, and Tzeentch's subsequent backstab had severely damaged his vitality. Under attack from both sides, the Beast believed victory was difficult. That's why he proposed the idea of ​​joining forces with the Gods of Order today, but the results were disastrous.

Some still harbor the bitter hatred of the War of the Ancients, when the Eldar ascended to galactic dominance and overthrew the Crooks. This hatred lingers in some Crooks' minds. But the situation has changed. Does a vengeance from tens of millions of years ago really matter compared to the life-or-death struggles of today? Furthermore, the Eldar have fallen, and now humanity rules the galaxy. Isn't it time to move on? After all, the Eldar and the Necrontyr now fight together against Chaos and the Zerg.

But now, some of the newly awakened Crockers are still unwilling to face reality, which is very bad. As for the other original beasts, such as No. 2, he actually understands the situation and agrees with himself in his heart, but unfortunately he is afraid of the orc gods and dares not take that step.

"The opportunity has been lost. Indecision will only lead to death." The Beast looked at the battle projection in front of him with some despair. The war moon beneath him was undergoing maintenance, and the new one to replace it had been destroyed. The Leviathan fleet had breached the defenses while he was away from the front lines and consumed at least three planets. The previous losses had been wiped out, and his battle was in vain!

The destruction of the shipbuilding base led to a shortage of supplies on the front line, and what was worse was that he had to mobilize a powerful fleet to deal with Tzeentch. The Beast was not optimistic about the fate of Beast No. 3 and his fleet. After all, he knew what the evil god was.

Let alone the horror of the Heretic God himself descending upon the real universe, or even if he were to throw a demonized planet into the real universe, how would the Beast Empire respond? Never mind that it was impossible. The destruction of the Behemoth Shipyard and the nearby industrial planet had already punched a small hole in the barrier between the two worlds in the Octarius Sector. In the future, these small holes would become more and more numerous, like a salami-slicing process. When a threshold was reached, the Heretic God of the Warp and the Great Devourer would harvest the Orks together!

"Now I can only hope that the confused god won't make mistakes at the critical moment." After venting his anger, the beast could only cheer up and continue working. There were still many things that needed him to deal with.

But the beasts' worries did not last long. A few months later, over another important industrial base of the Orcs, the fleet led by the No. 3 original beast finally intercepted the Tzeentch fleet of Dark Magnus, and then the two sides engaged in a fierce exchange of fire.

If Khorne's enchanted warships were a herd of steel beasts, then Tzeentch's enchanted fleets were a swarm of iron wizards. Over half of their combat power was embodied in their mysterious psychic energy. A thick psychic fog obscured the Tzeentchian fleet, rendering the Orks' ranged firepower ineffective, while melee engagements hindered their ability to locate their opponents. However, the Tzeentchian fleet, utilizing psychic arrays and combining the psychic lances of several warships, could cripple an Ork capital ship with a single salvo.