Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Captain Marius, tell me what you think of the Supreme Lord Commander." Ferrus turned his head and looked at the Captain of the Imperial Guards who was also lost in thought.

This battle also taught Marius, a member of the Custodes, a lesson. He realized for the first time that he wasn't as formidable as he'd imagined. Facing overwhelming equipment, a Custodes soldier was no better than the legionnaires he'd always looked down upon and held in guard. It was all a matter of seconds...

"He's a true wise man." Marius pondered for a moment and gave Ferrus a not-so-surprising answer. "Because he's so outstanding, I even wonder if this is..."

"Okay, don't let me hear what comes next. The Seal Holder has already vouched for him, and I'm sure my father agrees. As my father's bodyguard, your idea is obviously wrong." At this moment, Ferrus could not bear to hear any bad words from Balder.

"How does he view his men?" Ferrus continued.

"From a mortal's perspective, he's a man who balances principle and flexibility. He pursues principles, efficiency, and discipline when doing things. Privately, however, he's quite easy to get along with, provided, of course, he doesn't dislike someone." Marius thought for a moment and said, "He doesn't get along well with most Fenrisians. The latter might make excellent warriors, but you should understand that a wise man and a reckless warrior don't get along well."

"A conflict broke out between them, but of course, the outcome was certain: Lord Balder triumphed. Lord Balder and his people are still in the process of adapting to the rest of Fenris, and both sides are gradually accepting each other's strengths and weaknesses. Balder is helping them adapt to the brutal battlefield while also trying to integrate into it."

"Such a being that should be flying in the sky is blending in with a group of barbarians?" Ferrus raised his eyebrows and said.

"Yes, maybe he is proud in his heart. But he also knows how to respect others, especially mortals. He treats them better than some legion soldiers. He does not have the arrogance of being superior. In this respect, he is very similar to Lord Rus. When facing the subordinates of the legion, whether they are their own children or mortals, they communicate with them with an attitude of friendship, rather than like a king showing favor to his subordinates." Marius said.

"Does he normally use his psionics outside of combat?" Ferrus asked.

"No, at least I haven't seen or heard of it. Lord Balder is a natural master of psychic powers, but he knows his limits. On the battlefield, he can cast incredible spells, but outside the battlefield, he never uses psychic powers, not even tricks like taking objects out of thin air. Not only does he not use psychic powers, he also strictly controls his rune priests. He is a very cautious and self-disciplined person." Marius said.

"If that's the case, then why do I feel like you don't get along well with me?" In Ferrus's view, his new friend should be considered a perfect person, with both strength and emotional intelligence. Does such a perfect person really exist?

"Because Lord Balder doesn't like to unconditionally follow authority, and likes to find some small inconveniences around rules that he thinks are inappropriate. In addition, when he decides to do things, he is actually very arbitrary. And he will not hide his attitude towards people he doesn't like." Marius said.

He also wanted to use Ferrus's brain to analyze his target. What kind of person was he? Of course, there were some things he wouldn't tell Ferrus, such as the Seven Forge Worlds he was planning to build, intended to reverse-engineer the Sky Surveyor, and responsible for its production. This was a secret between the VI Legion and the Emperor, and some of the Custodians who followed Baldur were also involved. He wouldn't reveal this to the other Primarchs.

"You're not impressed by authority? Constantly testing the rules? And a certain degree of arbitrariness." Ferrus stroked his chin and chuckled. "That's right. A genius comparable to my brother naturally has his own temper." Ferrus said, glancing at the corn cob beside him.

"To be honest, I don't like the Imperial Guards either." Of course, Ferrus didn't say this, not because he was afraid of Marius, but because of the emperor he represented.

Ferrus believed that as a son, he naturally had to consider his father's reputation, but Balder was not the Emperor's heir, so he naturally didn't need to pay attention to the attitude of the Guards. Furthermore, Marius's first and last complaints were probably due to Balder's poor attitude towards the Guards, right?

Two people, each with their own ideas, used their own brains and the information provided by the other to piece together what they believed to be a complete picture of Balder. Ferrus pondered. Before, he had considered Balder a powerful helper, or an ally of sorts. But now, he truly felt that they could become true friends, the kind that wouldn't be separated by status or habits.

Ferrus felt they had a great compatibility: a shared pursuit of technology and efficiency, a shared understanding of wisdom, exceptional abilities, and a reasonably good temper. They also shared some common ground in military leadership. Of course, most importantly, Ferrus felt Balder possessed certain strengths he lacked, while Balder seemed to have some difficulties with casting and production. They could learn from each other.

Ferrus relished competition, especially healthy competition that fostered mutual growth. Thus, Ferrus and Marius pieced together their own images of Balder. As for his troops? The White Bean Sprout Legion had already taken over the battlefield. Ferrus only needed to gather his troops and return to the ruins. As for Balder, Ferrus wasn't worried about any problems. And indeed, not only did nothing go wrong, Balder even had time to attend to his own affairs.

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Meanwhile, within the ruins, Balder and his men had already begun their operation. With remarkable efficiency, they were clearing out the Dark Eldar enemies that had entered the ruins. From the vast halls and the narrow, dark alleyways, the sounds of fierce gunfire and the screams of the dying could be heard from time to time. In contrast to the fierce fighting outside, within the ruins, the Imperial Legion was practically crushing the Eldar.

Even the technical sergeants of the Iron Hands Legion no longer had to participate in the battle. They began to protect the surrendered humans in the ruins and began to study this mysterious ruins.

"Begin clearing each floor. Everyone, stay in touch." Balder walked through the ancient ruins as if he were walking on the beach of the Iron Islands. Behind him, Santo and his guards were carefully clearing away the remaining black bean sprouts and their servants.

Compared to Ferrus's setback on the front lines, Balder's side was going quite smoothly. In other words, according to Balder's prophecy, even without the backup plan he had left for Marius, Ferrus would still be relatively safe this time. Some injuries were inevitable, but he wouldn't be completely defeated.

Balder was now unsure of his true identity. Was he human? He considered himself human. But his vision and abilities had already subtly crossed a certain boundary. If he chose, the world he saw would be different, allowing him to see things others couldn't. This wasn't simply a matter of psychic powers and prophecy, but a higher-dimensional perspective, a bit like seeing two dimensions from three dimensions.

However, despite his heightened perspective, the means by which he influences the physical world remain on the same plane. Using psionics doesn't necessarily imply a higher dimension; after all, the Warp and the physical world are one and the same. They can be seen as two sides of the same coin, together constituting the universe.

Balder had previously pondered a statement about humanity's destiny, as described in the Imperial Truth. Humanity's domination of the galaxy was an inevitable trend, irresistible and unstoppable! At the beginning of his journey, Balder had thought it might be the Emperor's boast, a morale-boosting tactic. But now, Balder felt this destiny was real!

Putting aside other things, even after the Horus Heresy, when the Imperium lost its former momentum, can you deny that humanity remained the most powerful race in the galaxy? This trend hasn't changed in the 40 era! You can say the Imperium was in trouble, that it faced too many threats. But you have to admit that before Guilliman rose, humanity, devastated by the Great Rift, was still the greatest power in the galaxy! The Imperium was in a state of sustained decline...

So, although Balder thought the Primarch was not too out of shape, under the protection of this destiny, unless he encountered a very formidable opponent or was directly attacked by the gods, the Primarch would not be easily defeated. Of course, not dying did not mean he would not be injured or weakened.

As for the so-called formidable opponent, the one who brought down a Primarch in the background was none other than Randan. As for the divine intervention? Haha, that's a bit much. If Horus hadn't submitted, he would have been the first Primarch to be slain by the Chaos God. And once the Chaos God's plot took shape, most of the targeted Primarchs found it difficult to escape. After all, with the exception of Fulgrim, whether Angron, Mortarion, or Magnus, regardless of their intention to rebel or not, none of them initially intended to join the Chaos God. But what was the result? They were all on board.

"Prepare to engage." Balder waved his hand, and everyone stopped. "Santo, go to this location. There's a medium-sized Dark Eldar force there. I'll lead the others to continue searching the area."

"Yes, my lord." Santo said obediently. Then Balder continued to lead the combined force of Space Wolves and Iron Hands to search the area within the ruins.

"We're almost there," Balder felt the call from his soul. It felt very similar to the time he'd sensed the Endless Journey. The other party's true form wasn't within these ruins. Balder realized that what they were searching for was merely a projection of the original. He was hiding in a spatial rift, awaiting his arrival.

"Prepare for battle! Engage the enemy in 3 minutes!" Balder ordered as they were about to enter a hall.

The battle unfolded just as he had anticipated, and what others saw as a surprise also arrived as expected! With waves of violent explosions, the entire hall shook continuously. Both sides fought desperately, unaware that clouds of mist surged in from all sides, obscuring the towering figures of the Space Marines and engulfing the group of corrupted black bean sprouts!

"Where are we? This is the Hunter Squad, Captain calling the Supreme Lord Commander." A Wolf Squad captain looked at the gray surroundings, picked up the communicator in his hand, and tried to contact his companions around him, but the only answer he got was a rustling sound.

Everyone walked cautiously through the hall, which, in their impression, was not large. They pointed their weapons in all directions, searching for their companions and alert to possible enemies. A gray mist gradually enveloped them, and some began to tire. Some experienced warriors, realizing something was amiss, activated their power armor's internal circulation to prevent the mist from entering. However, a feeling of drowsiness still slowed their pace.

"Iron Halberd Company to Commander Santo." The last Iron Hands soldier fell into a coma within the thick fog. Their enemies were in even worse straits. When the fog touched the Dark Eldar, they were plunged into a nightmare of unimaginable torment. The psychic mist, imbued with energy, barely pierced their physical and energy shields, entering their brains and consciousness, easily extinguishing their soul fire.

A dark gray barrier spread from the battle hall, forming a nearly impenetrable barrier. Meanwhile, Santo and his men arrived. He attempted to enter the foggy area, but once inside, no matter how he marked the route or conducted exploration, he would circle back to where he started after a few minutes.

"Respected priest, do you have any way to enter this area?" Santo asked the psyker of the Space Wolves Legion next to him.

"What we are encountering is no longer a simple psychic fog. I vaguely feel that space and even time have been distorted. My spiritual vision cannot see through here." said the priest on the side.

"Your Supreme Lord is inside, we must find him." Santo was even more impatient than the priest.

"I know, but I sense that the owner or entity here has no ill intentions. They simply prevent outsiders from entering, with no ulterior motives. Furthermore, the High Lord warned us before the operation to remain calm and composed when encountering difficulties," the priest said after a moment's thought, his words lacking any sense of pressure. After all, Balder's instructions and prophecies had been remarkably accurate to this point, and he had previously assured them that today would be smooth sailing and that there was nothing to worry about.

"Well, maybe this is another so-called prophecy?" Santo sighed.

Chapter 96: Traveler Star Map

"Rest in peace for a while, it will be fine in a moment." Balder looked at his unconscious companion and sighed softly. He was the only one in the hall unaffected, but in his vision, the hall had also changed. Everything around him was moving further and further away from him. Only one road led to the depths of the unknown.

Balder set foot on this path, a passage leading to an unknown rift in space. At the end of the passage, he could see a flash of azure light, and he vaguely realized that what he was looking for was there! With his goal in mind, he took the first step, and his iron boots made a heavy sound as they stepped on the blue stone slabs.

He walked step by step into the distance, gradually leaving the hall and walking in a dark area. The road under his feet was emitting a green light. The surroundings were like a starry sky, with countless stars hanging in the black sky. It looked so distant and mysterious, making people want to find out.

Gusts of wind blew past him from time to time, and even through the thick power armor, Balder could feel the chill. It was a chill that penetrated his soul. At this moment, he felt like those brave sailors of ancient times, steering their simple wooden boats, struggling through the night storm, the occasional bright star peeking through the clouds as their only guide and hope.

"We abandoned our comfortable lives and ventured into storms and dangers, just so that those who come after us can go further than we did." Balder pondered and continued to move forward.

“Humanity shouldn’t be confined to a corner. We can’t face familiar things all day long. Even if we encounter wild animals or unimaginable difficulties when we open the door, we still have to move forward, because wild animals exist objectively and they won’t stay away from us just because we close the door.”

As he advanced, everything around him gradually changed. The biting psychic wind grew fiercer, and within the darkness around him lurked terrifying beings, roaring and lurking, attempting to devour the lone traveler. Balder swung his spear, trying to drive them off. However, as the spear tip passed by, they laughed and mocked the human, brandishing their claws with even greater eagerness.

The cold wind became more and more biting, gradually freezing Balder's body. Even as time went by, his brain became sluggish. Hallucinations appeared in his mind, and countless fragments of memory poured out like a tide, trying to drown his sanity. The terrifying existences deep in his memory gradually surfaced.

Aliens, fellow creatures, demons, and every other being Balder could and could not imagine attacked the explorer's fleet frantically. They launched attacks on planets, in space, and in the subspace, and some of the enemies even came from close at hand! Along the path of human exploration, countless predecessors fell on this road, but there are always more who follow in their footsteps. They do not know the so-called destiny, but only know that humans should not be bound by difficulties and inner fears!

"The soul never stops! The exploration never ceases!" In a memory, Balder saw a fellow very similar to himself. He stood on a collapsing warship, roaring angrily at the oncoming aliens! "Just wait! I'll come find you again in fifty years!" Then, the ship exploded violently. The space-time vortex created by the overloaded subspace engine swallowed up everything around it. A shining soul escaped from it and flew away into the distant unknown.

"Death cannot scare me, and cannot hold back my soul and pursuit." Thinking of this, the body that had been a little stiff just now seemed to regain its vitality.

Balder looked at the monsters in the darkness around him. One of them seemed very similar to one in his memory. "I remember, fifty years later, that alien's home planet must have been blown up. What are you? A fragment of memory? An echo of the soul?" Balder looked at the figure who had suddenly become a little fearful and swung his spear again.

A flash of blue lightning flashed, and the creature that had just been baring its teeth and claws instantly turned into a ball of screaming energy. "I killed so many strange creatures back then?" Balder sneered, looking at the beings around him. "I just wanted to be an exploratory traveler, you forced me to do this!" The spear in his hand danced continuously, sweeping away all enemies!

When the surrounding starry sky returned to calm again, Balder finally reached the end of the passage. He passed through the door and came to a space filled with blue light.

This is a small house with various murals depicting various things. On one side of the wall, countless means of transportation, from canoes to ships to starships, are wandering through the long river of history.

On the other side, there were lighthouses, communication stations, satellites, and even indescribable psychic beacons. These various navigational devices also wove a path for humanity from the primitive age to the present.

"Why are you so serious?" Balder frowned. Perhaps others, after entering the door and being attracted by the murals, would sigh at the exquisiteness of the murals and the sacredness behind them, but Balder would not.

"All religious art is essentially for self-aggrandizement! That's enough, old friend!" Balder looked toward the end of the room, where an open scroll shone brilliantly.

"But there are people who like it." The blue light on the scroll flickered, and it transformed into a middle-aged man in a blue robe. "Master, I've said long ago that we must cater to the preferences of our target group."

"Like that big golden guy?" Balder's eyes flashed with bright stars. He walked forward and gave the middle-aged man in the blue robe a long-awaited hug.

"Long time no see, my friend, the Farstrider Star Chart!" As Balder uttered these words, he suddenly felt a new, obscure and mysterious message flood his mind. This message instantly obscured the Death Runes and the Mark of the Emperor deep within his soul. And from this message, Balder gained a portion of his true name! He also recalled the creation before him! The star chart he had created, specifically for navigating the stars and the Warp.

"My master." The Wanderer Star Map called out in a low voice. From his voice, Balder felt the experiences and hardships of this creation in the dark ages.

Reading the Farstrider's memories, Balder witnessed how, at that stop, countless Warp creatures and aliens flooded into the planet containing the Star Map. The tremors between the physical universe and the Warp ultimately shattered the entire planet. The Farstrider's Star Map was also swept into the vortex of the storm. He then arrived at Curzon, a planet still an agricultural world.

And it is obvious that at the end of the Golden Age, even in an agricultural world, there are still people who know the value of things. Of course, what they call knowledge is probably just knowing that this is a precious creation, and then putting it in the navigation lighthouse of the Curzon world, which is now the ruins.

With the decline of civilization and the invasion of the Warp, the human race on Curzon underwent massive mutations, and the number of psykers skyrocketed. Amidst war and catastrophe, the once peaceful world was transformed into its present state. Humanity forgot its former glory, leaving behind a ruined civilization. Ultimately, those who remained chose to revert to the religions they once despised. Life had become so painful that they sought solace elsewhere.

Ancient navigational equipment naturally possessed defenses against void invasions. And the widespread faith of humanity also awakened the dormant Farstrider Star Chart. Thus, one provided faith and psychic energy, while the other served as the core of the ruins' operations. Let the two sides tug at each other's will!

"All right, everything will be alright," Balder patted the other's shoulder. "The suffering of the past will become a memory, and I will help you cleanse the impurities that have been absorbed into your body by your faith." Balder said, looking at the tiny deposits of black and gray threads in the blue light.

Faith is a force, but for those who accept it, it can also be a distortion of human nature! Countless believers will worship those they believe in, according to their own ideals. This may not seem like much at first, but as the number of believers grows, and over time, without appropriate measures or methods, these so-called "gods" will eventually be destroyed or driven to madness by this distortion of faith, or even transformed into something entirely new.

Therefore, Balder kept his distance from such pure and fanatical beliefs. Similarly, even a being as powerful as the Emperor was actually very wary of this. After all, everyone had come so far, who would want to gain great power but lose themselves in the end?

"Let's go, leave here, we want to go back, the Endless Journey is still waiting for us." Balder said.

"The Endless Journey? I never thought he'd be the first to find his master." The Traveler Star Map fell into deep thought. "Of all the brothers, he's not the strongest, nor the wisest. But he's the most active. His actions truly live up to his name: life never ends, and so does travel."

"What about the people here?" asked the traveler.

"Relocate everyone. After you leave, this ruin will no longer be able to protect this planet. Due to the Warp storm, we are unable to maintain contact with this place. All personnel must relocate. The Space Wolves and Iron Hands will accommodate these people," Balder said. "I promise that after inspection, those who are clear of any problems will be given a peaceful and prosperous life."

"That would be the best," said the Traveler Star Plate.

As Balder put away the Far Traveler Star Map in his hand, the defensive position covering the ruins underwent irreversible decay, but even so, this aging facility could still last for several weeks to a year.

Balder exited the spatial rift and returned to the real universe along the same path. Before the fog cleared, Balder and the Farstrider cleaned up the scene. The Farstrider Star Chart pulled out his long-held "collection" of various mutant creatures, and Balder easily dispatched these lively creatures. With the fall of the boss, the psychic fog that had previously enveloped the battlefield also dissipated, a logical development.

Of course, in this universe, a logically arranged scene doesn't guarantee foolproofness; it also requires cover-ups at the level of prophecy and psychic powers. But for Balder, who has now regained some of his true name, his methods are more than enough to handle it all. This kind of operation, based on personality and vision, requires more than sheer force and swift movement.

"So, because of the battle, this ruin is no longer usable. Do we need to relocate the people on this planet to other places?" Ferrus had already arrived and said after listening to Balder's report.

"Yes, the humans here need to migrate. After all, they are now citizens of the Empire. It is also the Legion's responsibility to provide these people with necessary help and shelter. We should not only be conquerors, but also rescuers and protectors at certain times. The Space Wolves are willing to help." Balder said.

"Alright, no problem. The Iron Hands can also provide assistance. You can devise a plan, and I'll fully cooperate." Ferrus wasn't particularly concerned. In his mind, helping the immigrants wasn't a big deal. While there might be hostility between them, the Empire, or the Iron Hands under his leadership, had no intention of resorting to violence against prisoners. Since Balder was willing to ask for this favor, Ferrus naturally agreed to make it easier.

Moreover, according to reports from his subordinates, many of these people have psychic talents. If they are trained, they can make up for the Iron Hands' weaknesses in psychic powers. In this case, Ferrus is naturally willing to do a favor.

"Leave these matters to others, they can handle them. Now, my friend, let's discuss some issues." Ferrus dismissed the others and went to a room with Balder, and then he told Balder his experience.

"Well, this result seems acceptable." After listening to Ferrus's statement, Balder nodded slightly. A dangerous assassination made Ferrus more or less remember, and at the same time deepened the friendship between Ferrus and him.

The Eldar didn't suffer any loss either. They eliminated the rebellious Fallen Moon Cabal, harvesting souls and believers. This also earned Ferrus a favor. If the Eldar could reach an agreement with the Emperor on certain issues, the conflict between them would likely decrease dramatically, which would be beneficial to the overall situation. It can be said that neither the Imperium nor the Eldar suffered any loss this time.

Chapter 97 Ferrus's Questions and Plans

"Balder, my friend, this is how it all happened. Objectively speaking, they did help me and my Legion out of a difficult situation, but was there some conspiracy or calculation involved? What do you think of the Eldar and their so-called prophecy?" Inside a secluded room in the ruins, members of the Space Wolves and Iron Hands Legion stood guard outside, while Ferrus and Balder discussed some rather sensitive matters inside.

"The Eldar? For matters like this, I think it would be better to ask your father and the Sigillite. We just need to tell them everything and wait for their decision."

Balder's idea was beyond Ferrus's expectations. He originally thought that this thoughtful Supreme Lord Commander would make his own remarks, but he avoided the question and even submitted it to the Emperor.

"Your answer surprised me a little."

"So far, we are only legion commanders, and in some cases, we are also leaders of some planets. The attitude towards certain aliens is the business of the Emperor and the Sigillite. We can express our opinions, but we should not draw conclusions." Balder said cautiously.

Balder advocated for unity among the Eldar, as they shared a common enemy. However, it was undeniable that, at present, the Eldar were fragmented, each pursuing their own agenda. Some followed the gods' orders, others retreated into depravity, and still others wandered the land, engaging in unprofitable trade.

Not only the black bean sprouts need to be dealt with, but some white bean sprouts too. For example, the Ark bean sprout that nearly screwed King Kan. That one has to be dealt with! They didn't play their prophecies well, and took unauthorized action, making the prophecy come true. A typical example of screwing others over and screwing themselves! These guys don't even understand the nature of prophecy, and they're just messing around!

Balder was furious when he thought about Angron's problem. He was essentially a capable Primarch, but after being struck with the Butcher's Nails, he was completely ruined. This revenge must be avenged! So, regarding the current bean sprouts, Balder's message was that he could cooperate with the spirit servants, but if the other bean sprouts were interfering with him, that had to be dealt with.

"I will report this to my father and the Sigillite," Ferrus nodded, then turned to his second question. "As a powerful psyker with a certain ability to predict the future, how do you view prophecies? Is it something that is bound to happen, or is it just a possibility? If it's the former, what's the point of human struggle? And if it's the latter, since it's just a possibility, why do they always happen?"

"Well, the question you raised is very interesting and profound. It is also a question that many prophets themselves cannot explain, that is, the relationship between prophecy and reality." Balder said with a smile.

"So, can you solve this problem?" Ferrus's voice was full of expectation.

"Let's first talk about what prophecy is." Balder did not give a direct answer.

"What is a prophecy? My understanding is that it's just different tributaries in the long river of fate. Since they are different tributaries, they will have different outcomes. Most so-called prophets, even if they have real abilities, can only see a few words from one tributary. They are typical of generalizing from a single part."

"For the same event, different people will predict different results because they have different abilities, different perspectives on the problem, and different information. Therefore, there will be different results. And this is indeed the case."

"However, prophecies are ultimately tributaries of fate, like a river. Barring any major mishaps, fate will eventually flow along the tributary foretold by the prophecy. This is known as the fulfillment of a prophecy. However, if there is a powerful external influence, and someone foresees the foreshadowing and provides some guidance, then a particular prophecy may fail. This is the situation you mentioned later."

"So I think that fate and prophecies can be changed, but many times, people don't have the ability or don't know how to change them, or they don't understand the diversity of fate. Various reasons lead to the various problems we see," Bader explained.

Balder was much better than them in terms of prophecy. He could see many tributaries and, without interference, the smaller the event, the more comprehensive it was. Therefore, he could gradually choose the best path based on different prophecies and the current situation.

Those who see a single thing and believe it's inevitable, those who believe fate can be changed with simple, crude tactics, simply don't understand the true meaning of prophecy. Just like the bean sprouts who attacked Angron. Those who are controlled by prophecy and succumb to it are even more pitiful, like Curze.

Some might ask, Curze has tried countless times to change his fate, but he's always failed. He's tried hard, and he doesn't want to become a demonic person, but why is this happening? Is there really a way to change things? In Balder's opinion, aside from anything else, isn't Curze's joining the rebellion simply because he's completely tanked?

Even if, in the end, he had chosen to kill the assassin rather than accept his fate, he would not have been killed by the Emperor's assassin as prophesied. This is a matter of choice. Curze surrendered to fate, and it can even be said that, to some extent, because of this surrender, he rebelled.

"So, how do you deal with the prophecy?" Ferrus frowned. Balder's explanation was very clear, and he also agreed with Balder's explanation. Then the next question was how to use the prophecy.

"We must be cautiously optimistic about good prophecies. We must guard against unexpected interference. In the vast galaxy, prophecy is a relatively common ability. Often, you are not the only one who can see the truth; your enemies may also possess similar abilities. As a truly powerful being, they can not only discover prophecies, but also interfere with fate."

"As for bad predictions, we must use a positive and cautious attitude to change them. We must know that the so-called destiny is not the only one. Many times, the reason why we cannot change is because we are not strong enough or smart enough," said Bader.

As for predictions, they can only be used as a reference. After all, even Old T makes mistakes sometimes. The predictions of the famous space-age prophet and astrologer Olikhan also often have problems. Many times, they are artificially changed for the sake of face.

"We must remember that prophecy is a tool and a warning. We must use it with the right attitude, but not become obsessed with it. Let good prophecies come true and keep bad prophecies away. This is the key to prophecy," said Bader.