Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Once both sides reached an agreement on the mutual transfer of personnel, the meeting effectively concluded. As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. After resolving the ruins on Curzon, Ferrus immediately prepared to return and seize the opportunity to exterminate the Mysis, who had lost their last remaining trump card. Balder, after bidding Ferrus farewell, prepared to embark on his journey home.

Back on his ever-loyal Endless Journey, Endless Journey was chatting animatedly with the Farstrider Star Chart. They were old acquaintances, and after so many years, meeting again was naturally exciting. Balder didn't interrupt their reminiscing. Instead, he contacted Russ, both to report on the results of the operation and to inquire about the Legion's recent progress.

"So, our cooperation with the Iron Hands has come to a successful conclusion? Balder, my good brother, you have never let me down." Russ said happily after hearing Balder's words.

"So what's the situation with the main force of the legion?" asked Balder.

"It's OK. The commanders of the Great Company are quickly adapting to the Orcs' combat style, and the Wolf Cub's performance on the battlefield is quite good. However, according to our reconnaissance, the Orc Empire in the Flaming Wheel Sector is indeed much stronger than we expected. If we attack rashly, the losses will be heavy. Moreover, the size of our legion will be fixed for a period of time, making it difficult to increase it."

"I have communicated with the Sigillite many times. The Sigillite has provided us with a large number of mortal auxiliary troops and some Mechanicus troops to the best of his ability. However, there has not been much progress in the Space Marines because the two troops we are optimistic about are caught in a fierce battle. The Sigillite agreed to let us mobilize these two troops, but the premise is that we need to free them from the bad battle situation first, and then rest and recuperate before we can temporarily incorporate them into our command." Russ sighed and said.

"Shit, so if we want to recruit helpers, we must first pull them out of their predicament? Is that right?" Balder was also impressed by the Sigillite's actions. The Space Wolves were currently short of manpower, and it was a credit to the Sigillite that they had come up with this idea!

"So, no room for negotiation?" Balder asked.

"Yes, there is no room for negotiation. If we want reinforcements, we must first solve the reinforcement problem. But the good news is that the Fourth Legion that you value has added another battalion and some companies in addition to the 233rd and 567th battalions. If we can solve their current problems, it means that we may be able to obtain support from Astartes close to five digits." Rus proposed a piece of good news that was not really good news.

"Okay, leave the problems here to me. I'll go deal with the Fourth Legion first. However, the fleet in my hands needs to be temporarily withdrawn. After all, we have to help them solve the problem first." Balder thought for a while and said.

"Okay. Just follow your plan." Ruth agreed.

"In addition, the Fourth Legion seems to have a very bad reputation. It is said that they regard themselves and their mortal legions as consumables for victory in the war, and throw themselves into a meat grinder-like battle without hesitation. I even heard of one of their nicknames, being called corpse grinders. Is the Fourth Legion really a good choice?" asked Rus.

"Their ruthlessness is indeed a problem. They do use mortal troops as cannon fodder. But we need to look at the issue comprehensively. For example, the missions they carry out are the most difficult, bloodiest, and most terrifying sieges, which are the most challenging. And they carry out the most challenging sieges. Because, whether it's the Military Affairs Department or other legions, they are accustomed to assigning these missions to the Fourth Legion. Therefore, they basically encounter the toughest opponents."

"There won't be any good battle reports after a battle like this. And after these things are sent up, the Terran bureaucrats may not even realize the huge price and casualties they paid for this precious victory. They can only see the data, but not the hidden meaning within it."

"So, what awaits these brave and fearless warriors is not commendation, but reprimand. And what can they do? They can only accept it all silently, bandage their wounds, repair their equipment, and then silently head to the battlefield of the next war to continue this endless, painful mission. No one speaks for them, and no one understands them!"

Balder's words were tinged with anger. Even though they were just communicating, Russ sensed the resentment and dissatisfaction within them. He rarely saw such emotion from Balder. Faced with Balder's clear stance, Russ chose to comply with his opinion.

"Then do what you think you should do. If they fight alongside us, I will treat them the same as my descendants." Russ promised.

"Alright, I'll get ready then," Baldur nodded. He decided to go about his business. It was still about twenty years before Pertu Bora's return. Baldur figured he needed some free time to consider how to deal with the Iron Warriors and their awkward Primarch.

At this time, just as Balder was about to embark on a new journey, Captain Marius of the Imperial Guard was writing a report to the Emperor. This report, written in the Imperial Guard's unique code, could ensure the security of information transmission, at least, he believed so.

The report naturally began with a description of the entire incident. Marius meticulously described the entire process and key details from an objective perspective. He also concluded his account by noting the close relationship between Balder and Ferrus, as well as their prior confidential discussions. As a member of the Custodians, Marius always viewed all non-Cutodians with a degree of surveillance, believing them to be unreliable.

These contents were completed smoothly. However, when Marius was about to write the second half of the report, he fell into deep thought because he felt that he was a little embarrassed to speak. He found that the Custodians, who once thought they were at the top of the evolution, as the guards of the Emperor, were so weak when facing powerful psykers.

Indeed, weak. Marius felt that being subservient before Balder was fine; after all, Balder was recognized by the Primarchs and the pinnacle of human evolution. But when the Eldar Prophet appeared before Marius, accompanied by his retainers and Titans, Marius felt powerless.

Marius had experienced great battles before. He had served the Emperor, fought warlords during the Terran Unification Wars, fought against gene-cults on the Moon, and cleared out-of-control servitors on Mars. However, the moment the Eldar psychic Titans appeared, Marius felt his own weakness!

Because the enemy's fighting style was beyond his expectations. These terrifying psychic titans wantonly distorted the rationality and science of the universe. Their methods of killing the enemy were too bizarre, beyond Marius's comprehension. And when facing the Eldar Prophet, Marius was certain that if he didn't use sneak attacks, the result of a head-on battle would be his own death.

Marius recalled his past experiences and knew that among the Emperor's legions there was a legion that specialized in psychic powers, the 15th Legion. This legion had more psychics than other legions, and their general level was also higher.

But perhaps due to a flaw in their gene-seed, or perhaps psychic power itself was a sinister force, the soldiers of the Fifteenth Legion were experiencing severe flesh and blood mutations. The more frequently they used psychic power, the greater the probability of these mutations. Having reviewed some internal information, Marius believed that this legion might be wiped out by these mutations within a few decades.

Furthermore, due to the events of the Fifteenth Legion, Marius was a staunch anti-psychic. However, after coming into contact with Balder and witnessing the power of psychic energy, Marius believed that psychic energy could be a valuable tool. In his letter to the Emperor, he made no secret of his views.

"Perhaps because I've spent so much time with Lord Balder, I've gained a deeper understanding of psychics. I've realized how weak I am when facing them. And when I think about the difficult situation we might face in the future, facing many such powerful psychic enemies, I feel uneasy," Marius wrote at the end of the letter. It was then sent off.

Through special channels, a few Terran hours later, Marius's fellow guardsmen received his letter and subsequently forwarded it to the Emperor. What Marius, and even Balder, could not have imagined at this time was that the Emperor was also considering the possibility of establishing a special army.

The Emperor saw a nightmare in the near future in Balder's memory fragments. And now, he believes that he needs to prepare in advance!

Chapter 101 Grey Knight?!

"My Lord, are you looking for me?" As the door opened, Malcador came before the Emperor.

"Yes, I came to find you. Did you know about the recent cooperation between your most talented student and Ferrus? The former helped Ferrus solve a big problem. The Battle of Mysis is finally coming to an end." said the Emperor.

"Of course I know. Bader didn't disappoint me. He completed the task very well," Machado said with great satisfaction. He was very satisfied with his student's performance, not only in terms of his ability but also in his interpersonal skills. Machado hoped that his student would go further and achieve greater success in the future.

"His abilities are indeed remarkable, and have even given my guards some unique ideas." The Emperor told Malcador the contents of Marius' letter.

"A member of the Custodes actually suggested that I build a dedicated corps of psykers loyal to the Emperor? This result really surprises me. And is Baldur's performance really that outstanding?"

Malcador had a deep understanding of the Custodians. He knew their arrogance and stubborn attitude, and their general hostility towards psychic powers. Now, when the Captain of the Custodians actually suggested that the Emperor establish a professional corps of psykers, directly under the Emperor's command, Malcador was genuinely surprised.

Malcador knew the Emperor's attitude towards psychic powers. Though the Emperor was the most powerful psychic, he did not wish for the common people to use them. Although he had established the Fifteenth Legion, it was only out of necessity. But now things were different. Judging from the Emperor's actions, he seemed to want to create an army composed entirely of psychic powers. This was beyond Malcador's expectation.

"It is undoubtedly true that psychic power is powerful, but it is also dangerous, or it is easier to face the evil beings in the warp. Of course, psychic power is also one of the most practical tools to deal with these guys." The Sigillite said after reading Marius' letter.

He did not express agreement or disagreement, but simply stated a number of commonplace principles that both he and the Emperor understood. The Emperor did not respond, as He, too, was lost in thought.

"How wonderful it would be if we could cultivate a warrior who was immune to corruption and possessed powerful psychic talents," the Emperor suddenly spoke. This statement caused the Sigillite to suddenly look up and gaze at his master in surprise.

"And if this type of warrior can be mass-produced, that would be even better," the Emperor continued. Meanwhile, the Sigillite's expression had changed from surprise to shock.

"My Lord, I believe that if you want to produce a limited number of super soldiers who are not affected by the corruption of the evil god, it is possible. However, if you want to mass-produce them, I don't know how you define the concept of mass production." After calming himself down, the seal holder spoke carefully.

"If I use common means, such as speeding up the time in a certain space to allow the gene seeds to mature quickly, or using certain biochemical technologies. Without excessive physical requirements, then I can create a professional psychic force of thousands of people in the near future. Their gene seeds will inherit part of my genes. They have a strong talent in psychic powers, and every warrior is a psychic." The Emperor thought for a while and said.

"A psychic force of thousands of people? That's not bad." The seal holder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He believed that with the Emperor's skill and the resources of the Imperium, assembling such a force would not be difficult. After all, even with the Custodes, whose technological approach was completely different from that of the Space Marines, and whose steadfast and powerful existence was completely different from that of the Space Marines, the Emperor could still command tens of thousands of men. And for a psychic force like this, as long as they didn't overemphasize physical strength, it would indeed be easy to raise several thousand men.

"They are psionic troops. They only need to have the same physique as Space Marines. There is no need to set too high a standard." The Emperor thought for a moment and then said, "However, I don't think a force of this size is enough. If, I mean if..."

The Emperor fell into deep thought halfway through his speech, which surprised the Seal Holder very much, because he could see that the Emperor was really hesitating and seemed to be preparing to use some extraordinary power.

"My Lord, we must be cautious when it comes to the issue of psychic warriors. After all, the further a psychic goes on the path of psychic power, the closer he is to the abyss." The Seal Master reminded.

"These psychic warriors will not fall into the abyss of the Chaos Gods." The Emperor said in a deep voice.

"Where in the galaxy can such a thing exist, one that is immune to the clutches of an evil god and possesses powerful psychic talents? If so, we'll likely have to pay a heavy price elsewhere." The Sigillite said this, carefully observing the Emperor's expression. The Emperor's solemn expression made the Sigillite's heart sink slightly.

"Are they human technology or creations?" asked the Seal Master.

"Yes, at least the origin of these technologies or genes comes from humans, and this origin still considers itself a human being so far. It will also depend on humans in the future." The Emperor nodded and said.

"My Lord, have you found a new, powerful gene provider? And can he guarantee loyalty to humanity?" The Seal Master asked after thinking for a few minutes.

Although Malcador didn't specialize in genetic technology, as an Immortal, he had dabbled in a wide range of subjects over the years. Even in areas where he wasn't particularly specialized, his knowledge and insights far surpassed those of so-called experts.

After careful consideration, he thought he understood what the Emperor had said.

"Yes, a brand new, powerful, and relatively reliable source of genes." The Emperor nodded.

"Eldar?" The Sigillite probed, and intermittently said the name of a taboo in the Emperor's heart. This person also participated in the creation of the Primarch, and to some extent could be called the mother of the Primarch. At this time, Erda had left the Emperor, but was said to still live on Terra.

"No, he, Bildad, is even more special. And how should I put it? He is walking on a path that I am not familiar with, and he has come a long way. He is very strong." said the Emperor.

"So what's the price?" the Seal Master asked anxiously. If the options offered by the Emperor weren't so perfect, the Seal Master wouldn't be so worried. However, in this seemingly perfect situation, the Seal Master was worried about the unpayable costs behind it!

"I know what he wants, but I'm not sure if his ideas are exactly the same as ours." The Emperor shook his head.

"My Lord, you have created powerful Primarchs. Relying on the power of taboos, you have created almost perfect tools. Although you think you have won this game. But..." The expression on the Seal Bearer's face was a little unnatural.

"Let's not talk about the Primarch. Let's just talk about what's happening right now." The Emperor said with some impatience on his face.

"We must be clear about the cost. Can you explain things more clearly?" asked the Seal Master.

"He is loyal to humanity, dependent on humanity, powerful and has great potential. He has his own principles in dealing with people. And some of his ideas conflict with ours." said the Emperor.

"Can't we recruit him? Is he another Immortal?" asked the Sigillite.

"He is a level higher than the Immortals. He is a being I have never seen before, or rather, I have seen him, but I have forgotten him. Of course, the most important thing is that I cannot use simple and crude means to deal with him, because I don't know what the consequences will be." said the Emperor.

"I don't know what you mean by 'existence'." The Sigillite's brows knitted together. "But I think I already understand the hidden dangers. Since this being is so powerful, has its own ideas, and is invincible to us, then in the future, the empire may no longer have a single voice. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing."

"Perhaps, it's not such a bad thing," the Emperor sighed. "After all, human genes are two intertwined spirals. Perhaps this is what's called destiny?" The Emperor's eyes were filled with hope.

"Are there other sounds?" The Sigillite also fell into deep thought, thinking back to the elite of humanity who gathered around the Emperor long ago. Among them were immortals, as well as geniuses in other fields. They took humanity's advancement as their own responsibility, dedicating their wisdom and even their lives. Working together was arduous, but also joyful, supporting each other and sharing weal and woe.

However, as time went on, disagreements arose, arguments and arguments broke out among the companions, many left due to disagreements, and even went to war with each other. In the end, only a few Eternals remained by the Emperor's side. The Empire prospered, but the former companions had already left. It is truly a very sad thing.

However, despite all the sadness, the Emperor remains the most powerful of all. Once he makes a decision, no one can defy him. This gives the Imperium a single voice, a voice that can overpower all others. The Imperium becomes stable and united. But what if, one day, another being emerges who can rival the Emperor?

"Is he ambitious?" Malcador asked.

"Ambition? It seems that he has none at the moment. He is so unknown that if it were not for a chance encounter, I would not even be aware of his existence." The Emperor thought for a while and said.

"Such a being must have lived for quite a long time. He may even have experienced the Golden Age of Humanity. How could such a capable person hide among all living beings? If an immortal did not have a meaningful goal to support him, he would certainly not have grown to his current level." The Sigillite was also undecided. He could feel that the Emperor had concealed many things, but it was obvious that given their relationship, there must be a reason why the Emperor did not tell him the whole truth.

"If the danger we face is not so serious, we can postpone this plan. Or, we can choose a more reliable option and not use that forbidden power." Malcador hesitated for a moment, but still suggested.

"Well, let me think about it," the Emperor said. "It is necessary to train an elite psychic force. The Fifteenth Legion is in a very dire situation, and the mission they perform is irreplaceable among the Imperial Legions. To prevent the Legion from being destroyed due to genetic problems, we must be prepared."

"Okay, my lord." The seal holder bowed and saluted.

"That's it, my friend. Don't tell anyone what I said to you today. Keep this secret in your heart forever until this army is dispatched. That's it." said the Emperor.

"As you wish." The seal holder responded.

"Everything has a price." The Emperor, alone in the room, chewed over these words. Given the Emperor's nature, how could he have returned empty-handed during his last encounter with Balder and the "Him" behind him? He collected the scattered fragments of memory and power and used them as research objects.

During one experiment, the Emperor was surprised to discover that the fragments of his own and Balder's power, cut from the fragments, could be perfectly integrated. Once implanted, they would greatly increase the psychic power of the chosen one. Furthermore, repeated experiments, even using time-lapse observations, revealed no anomalies.

What pleased the Emperor even more was the resistance to the Whispers of the Dark Lord. The Custodians' fear and distrust of the Primarchs was well-founded, for part of the power that created them came from the Warp. When the Emperor combined his own genes and power with the Warp, the two sides engaged in a process of mutual contamination and restriction.

The Imperial Guards are reliable because their power and will come entirely from the Emperor. However, precisely because of this reliability, and the difficulty of manufacturing, the size of the Imperial Guards is not large.

Now, the Emperor had found another source of power unaffected by the Warp's evil gods. This would undoubtedly ease the burden and reduce the difficulty of expanding the Emperor's army. However, the only problem now was that while they would no longer be swayed by the Warp's influence, they would inevitably be influenced by both the Emperor and the "Him" within Balder's souls.

Although Balder was currently weak, the Emperor could not overpower him in terms of his status. Furthermore, Balder had already developed his own vision. If a new legion were created in this way, then when the Emperor and Balder agreed, it would be absolutely reliable, but if they disagreed, that would not be certain. Furthermore, while the evil gods were powerful, they could not appear in the physical universe, while Balder roamed the mortal realm.

This problem cannot be solved because the Emperor cannot solve Balder. This kind of influence, which involves the power of God, has far exceeded the genetic and psychic levels.

"Then I will use my own genes first." The Emperor chose to be cautious this time. But his experiments would not stop. The Emperor had always been an ambitious man.

"Let us call this force the Grey Knights," said the Emperor.

Chapter 102: Wolf Group Strange Tales

"Is the thing here?" At the corner of an aisle on the Endless Journey, several Space Wolves warriors said while looking at a busy workshop in the distance.

"Yes, it is said that the newest and best things are produced here. I used to be a neighbor of my brother's second uncle, who is now the Iron Priest of Dalian. They store weapons and equipment here." A Space Wolves warrior of slightly shorter stature sniffed and said.

"We only have two hours to act now, because after two hours, we will follow our Wolf Lord back. As long as we can take these things away and put them on our ship, they will be ours." Surt, the leader, stared at the guards at the door in the distance.

"No problem. It's impossible that Batu's people can get new things but we can't. That doesn't make sense." The accomplices next to him nodded.

"Since they won't give it to us, we can take it ourselves." Seeing his men agree with him, Surt nodded in satisfaction and continued. "We are all Space Wolves, we are one family. Whether it's the Iron Islands or Asaheim, we are all Fenrisians. Therefore, it's not stealing for one's own people to take their own." Surt continued his previous rant. This perverse logic clearly gained the approval of the other Space Wolves.

"Bring our guys over here, pay attention, shoot accurately, and also lower the voltage, they are our own people." Surt waved his hand, and then a wolf next to him handed over an electric grid gun with a cable.

This is the Space Wolves' own original melee weapon. It is very useful when facing powerful but not very fast-moving large monsters and enemies. With one shot, the large net woven with single-molecule material can cover the target, and the cables at the back can put the target into a state of shock instantly. It is very powerful.

During a sparring match with the Imperial Guards, Surt and his men used this device to take down their target by surprise. The tall corn cob... He tried to cut through the monomolecular net with his sword, but the suction cups and barbs on the monomolecular net clung tightly to the patterns and crevices in the Imperial Guards' armor. He could easily slice through the net, but the net still held the opponent captive. The more they struggled, the tighter they were! This device was highly praised by the wolves!

"Well, we need a volunteer now." Surt picked up the net gun and looked at his subordinates. Everyone looked at each other, but no one took any action.

"Alright, volunteers can pick an extra weapon." As soon as Surt finished speaking, a young man darted out of the aisle, striding towards the Iron Priest guarding the warehouse and making a gesture to his brothers behind him. Behind him, several other wolves with similar ideas could only shake their heads in frustration.

"Fuck! Are you so proactive when there are benefits?" Surt suddenly felt a little confused. He felt that there was something wrong with the way he educated his subordinates.

A few minutes later, the boy had already begun to make friendly contact with his fellow Fenrisian. Their conversation ranged from the glaciers and mammoths of Asaheim to the Kraken of the Great Sea. Suddenly, the boy struck out. With a simple throw, he caught the Iron Priest off guard and threw him to the ground, preventing him from raising the alarm. However, the boy's skills were still a little lacking. A headbutt sent him flying sideways. Just as the Priest was about to win, a large net hood, sparking with electricity, descended upon his head.

"Hey! It's the same thing again!" And then, as if in a script, the priest, clad in special power armor, collapsed to the ground. To Balder, the performance seemed as fake as it could be... Yet, Surt and the others truly believed it, happily rushing into the warehouse to search for the new equipment they desired.

"This power claw is pretty good!"

"Then take it away."

"This automatic cannon is also very good!!"

"Then take it as well."

"This sniper rifle is also very good. I saw it in Batu. It is very useful."

"Then let's pack them all up and take them away!" A group of wild wolves chattered as they placed all kinds of goods on pre-prepared carts. They also chose their retreat route, going straight through an aisle that few people passed by.

"By the way, take away the spare parts and maintenance manuals in the warehouse. These things are not issued by the quartermaster, and the iron priests in the company are not covered by warranty. We have to do this ourselves." Surt reminded in his busy schedule.

The Space Wolves were quick to grab the items. After just over ten minutes, they rushed out of the warehouse with what they wanted. According to the plan, they would first head to a hangar on the Endless Journey, where their company's Stormbirds were parked. After placing the items on the Stormbirds, everything would be fine.

This would most likely be discovered, and they would be punished and forced to perform dangerous missions, but the items would not be returned. However, Surt and his brothers believed that this was actually worth it. After all, they had better equipment than others and could fight better on the battlefield! As warriors, they naturally wanted to embrace the glory of battle on the battlefield with better weapons and equipment!

"Do you think they are sick?" At this time, in a cabin on the Endless Journey, Balder frowned and looked at the busy wolves on the projector. Next to him was the wolf lord of these wild wolves, Sturgard!