Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

And what can I say about Ahriman? His thirst for knowledge is insane, even greater than that of a Terran cat. Generally speaking, this kind of curiosity and thirst for knowledge is a compliment, but when it's excessive, and the object of his quest is the Warp, it's a bit of a bummer. After all, the Warp is dangerous. Even before the Emperor's arrival on Fenris, Fenrisian psykers explored the Warp with caution and only briefly.

Regarding Balder's strength and ability, Wardemaker had no jealousy or thoughts of trying, because he knew that this was not something he should know, nor was it an ability he could possess. Therefore, Wardemaker had a very good mentality, or it could be said that the mentality of most Space Wolves Rune Priests was very good. If they felt they could master it, they would actively learn it, and if they felt it was beyond their imagination or understanding, they would not even think about it!

Ahriman felt that Wardmaker was lacking ambition, while Wardmaker felt that Ahriman was a bit too bold. Of course, Wardmaker didn't intend to change Ahriman. After all, he didn't have the ability to do so, and Ahriman wasn't someone who would listen to advice. This matter would be handled from above. If it couldn't be resolved, Wardmaker would distance himself from Ahriman. After all, their philosophies were quite different.

"Remain respectful, remain silent, and don't let your curiosity lead you to do anything dangerous." As the saying goes, the situation is stronger than the person. Even if Ahriman was curious, he had to suppress it all. A Terran hour later, the Ahriman brothers and several followers arrived at the Endless Journey's hangar on a Stormbird.

When the door of the Stormbird was opened, Ahriman and his Thousand Sons colleagues just set foot on the hangar deck of the Endless Journey when all the Thousand Sons suddenly felt dizzy. They saw the space being distorted in front of them, as if controlled by a powerful and unmatched force. They had no time to cast spells, and even Ohmzod believed that even if he cast a spell, he would still be unable to resist the other party's indescribable power. So, almost everyone, including Ohmzod, chose to lie down and were teleported to the depths of the Endless Journey.

"Okay, brothers of the legion, don't panic. Lord Ahriman has only been temporarily called away by the Supreme Lord Commander. There is no need to worry." Wardmaker looked at the somewhat restless mortal servants of the legion and said.

"I'll take everyone to rest. Don't worry, we are a brotherhood." Wardmaker comforted.

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"Damn it, what happened?" A Thousand Sons Librarian struggled to stand up from the dizziness.

"The Sixth Legion is so rude, we are..." Omzod recovered relatively early. At this time, he was looking around in the empty hall, trying to find something.

"Alright, get up! Observe the dignity and demeanor of a soldier of the Fifteenth Legion," Ahriman said coldly. A moment later, having adjusted to the discomfort of teleportation, the group quickly formed a formation. There were six of them, Ahriman and his brother Ohmzod at the front, with four soldiers flanking them. Due to the mutation of their flesh and blood, the Fifteenth Legion was pitifully small in numbers, and the remaining personnel were aboard the battleship Glory.

"Ahriman of the Thousand Sons Legion and his subordinates present to the esteemed Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves Legion." After everyone had settled their demeanor, Ahriman spoke loudly to the empty hall, his tone filled with respect and anticipation, but not timidly. It was like a student meeting a learned man.

Then, an existence that could not be ignored instantly appeared in the consciousness of Ahriman and others. Everyone subconsciously looked in a certain direction in the hall. A throne appeared in the originally empty hall. Balder was sitting on it in a robe. He looked at the Thousand Sons under the stairs with a calm expression. He looked at Ahriman, Ohmzod, and everyone behind them.

"Ahriman greets the Supreme Lord Commander." Ahriman glanced at Baldur on the throne. Baldur at this moment was vastly different from what he had imagined. He lacked the terrifying psychic powers visible to the naked eye. If he had relied solely on his perception, Baldur on the throne would have been nothing more than an ordinary person. But it was clear that this inference was wrong. Ahriman expressed the utmost respect for this being.

"I've always believed that the name Thousand Sons represents the inescapable cycle and fate of the sons of Magnus. It's a tragedy. But I've changed my mind now. Considering the extent to which you're courting death, it's really thanks to Old T that there are only 1000 of you left." Balder said in his heart.

In his field of vision, among the six people who came this time, two were ordinary Thousand Sons warriors, not psykers. Their condition was fine, except for the other two wizards of the Ahriman brothers. They were on the verge of flesh and blood mutation. The toxins and curses deposited in their souls and bodies had reached a very critical level. Even the original gene seeds that Balder and the Emperor had created might not be able to save them.

What about the Ahriman brothers? Ohmzod was in relatively good condition, but if things continued like this, he too would be doomed to the mutated flesh. In fact, Ohmzod had died the night before Magnus and Old T made their deal. He was the last of the Thousand Sons to succumb to the mutated flesh upon the Primarch's return. Ahriman, on the other hand, perhaps thanks to Old T's protection or some other reason, was still alive and well.

"I know why you are here." Balder said.

"My apologies, respected Supreme Lord Commander, I am willing to pay the price for my brother's recklessness." Ahriman lowered his posture very humbly.

"I am also willing to compensate Your Excellency for my inappropriate behavior." Omzod also bowed.

"But do you know why I met you?" Balder asked again.

"Please enlighten me." Ahriman's attitude was very humble, and it could be said that he accepted the punishment and scolding.

"Huh... You guys are so bold. The Warp is such a terrifying existence, yet you actually allow your souls and spirits to enter it. Of course, you call it meditation."

"You are facing an indescribable sea of ​​souls filled with madness, malice and terror. When you are excited about the sporadic knowledge or power you have picked up in the corners, you yourself have been targeted. Targeting your souls and humanity, the beings in the subspace have set up traps and conspiracies one after another," said Balder.

How do ordinary psykers draw psychic energy? They use their mind to create a small opening in the Warp, allowing psychic energy to flow out. Their body and mind remain in the material plane, and their mind, protected by the body, draws psychic energy like opening a water pipe. But how do the Thousand Sons do it? They use an out-of-body experience, sending their spirits directly into the Warp to draw psychic energy!

It's like other psykers standing on the beach, fishing with a rod. When they encounter a storm or an attack, they immediately run inland. But the Thousand Sons, on the other hand, grab a spear gun and jump straight into the sea... If something goes wrong, there's no way to escape! And they're going in spirit form. Without the protection of a physical body, they're more vulnerable to attack and manipulation.

Of course, these so-called meditations were still far inferior to what the Thousand Sons would later do. After all, after Magnus's return, many of the Thousand Sons had become bound to so-called guardian spirits. The vast majority of these guardian spirits were demons. While you can't say all guardian spirits were malicious and scheming, over 99.9% of them were closely tied to demons.

"My Lord, I will teach you a lesson," Ahriman said, bowing his head. After all, Balder was right. This was how they meditated, and when they were doing divination, they also liked to have their souls leave their bodies. His brother did the same thing, and didn't he end up running into a tough opponent?

"You are so good..." Balder was really speechless to Ahriman. Ahriman's attitude now was, no matter what you say, I won't refute. As long as Balder was willing to let his brother go, Ahriman would work for Balder for a period of time. But as for Balder's reminder, sorry, Ahriman at least did not intend to sincerely agree with it for now.

"You will harm yourself and your colleagues," said Baldur.

"I will pay attention, my lord," Ahriman said without looking up.

"Alright, I assume you understand what I'm saying." Balder nodded. "I see a dire future for you. Stop your so-called research, don't delay, and quickly rendezvous with your expedition fleet. Limit your psychic powers. Do you understand me?"

"......." This time, Ahriman didn't answer. His body was trembling, and he even felt a little angry. He felt that the Supreme Lord Commander was interfering too much! And why, you can develop psionic powers, but we can't? Ahriman was trying hard to control his emotions.

"Alas, it's hard to persuade a suicidal person with good intentions." Balder smiled bitterly and shook his head. Then, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. With a snap, Omzod felt as if something bound in his soul had been completely cleared away!

"Alright, this matter is over. You can leave now. Leave my fleet and get as far away from me as possible!" Balder snorted coldly. Then, he opened a portal next to Ahriman and the others.

Chapter 121 Balder's Gift and Warning

"Is that all?" Ahriman and the others crossed the portal and returned to their Stormbirds. Meanwhile, Omzod, standing nearby, didn't seem relieved after being freed from the seal. Instead, he looked at his brother with a worried look on his face. Clearly, the exchange between the two sides hadn't been friendly.

Lord Baldur fiercely criticized the actions of the Thousand Sons, while his brother endured humiliation for his sake. Clearly, both sides were aware of each other's stances. Baldur knew Ahriman was unconvinced. Ahriman, while respectful of Baldur, expressed dissatisfaction and even anger at Baldur's accusations.

Then, Balder dismissed them as if they were sending away something awful, without even the most basic courtesy. As for the compensation the Thousand Sons were prepared to offer, they weren't even in the mood to ask. Relations between the two sides had reached a freezing point.

"Omzod, remember, Lord Balder has forgiven your offense. This is a favor he has given us, and we must repay it when the time is right. However, their attacks on our exploration behavior are also groundless accusations. One day, we can prove that we are right. On the road of exploring knowledge, we are explorers just like him. There is no reason why he can do it but we can't." Ahriman said seriously.

"Brother..." Omzod said with some shame.

"Okay, let's go." Ahriman said angrily, but just as they were about to board the Stormbird, a tall figure appeared in Ahriman's perception.

"You guys go first, I want to say goodbye to a friend." Ahriman stopped and said to the others.

"Okay, brother." Omzod nodded.

"I'm very happy that you can come to see me off." Ahriman said to Wardmaker who came to him.

"Come with me." Wardmaker said with a gloomy face, then he grabbed Ahriman's shoulders and wanted to take them to a hidden corner.

"You..." Subconsciously, Ahriman wanted to break free. "Let me go, I'll go with you." But after thinking it over, Ahriman decided to use courtesy before force.

"Listen, my lord predicts that you will encounter disaster." Wardmaker said seriously.

"Yes, how did you know about this?" Ahriman was a little surprised. After all, it had only been about ten minutes since Balder made the prophecy and until now they were preparing to leave.

"Hmph..." Wardmaker pointed at the Endless Journey's ceiling unhappily and said, "Just now, the Supreme Lord Commander ordered us to stop associating with you. This ban will take effect in one hour, which means you must stay away from the fleet within one hour."

"So, you are here to see me off?" Ahriman said with a serious expression. Although he was very dissatisfied with Balder, it did not mean that he would despise Balder's prophecy.

"Listen, Lord Balder's prediction is very accurate. You must do as he says, otherwise, you will really harm you and your companions." Wardmaker said impatiently.

"Okay, I get it. I understand..." Seeing Wardmaker's genuine concern and anxiety, Ahriman couldn't blame him for his rudeness and temper.

"You don't understand! You don't understand anything! You..." Wardmaker finally swallowed the second half of his sentence.

"Take this, this is your last chance, believe me, okay? My friend. I don't want the first psychic friend I know in the friendly legion to be gone just like that." Wardmaker took out a long sword made of psychic crystal.

This sword was different from ordinary straight-bladed swords. Its appearance was somewhat similar to the Miao Dao that Balder had seen during his time on Blue Star. One side was sharpened, while the other was thicker. The blade was relatively long, as was the handle, and it could be wielded with both hands when necessary.

"What a fine weapon!" Ahriman exclaimed in admiration, gazing at the crystalline blade and sensing the immense energy contained within. "How did you combine psychic energy with various materials?"

"Is this for me? Thank you, my friend. I promise that in the future, no matter how the world changes, you will always be my friend." Ahriman said with some surprise.

"Hey!" Wodemaker was so angry at Ahriman's actions that he laughed. He really didn't understand whether Ahriman was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid! Apart from anything else, could Wodemaker actually produce this thing? And what was the point of Wodemaker's words? He was telling Ahriman not to commit suicide, not to just give him something and say goodbye!

"Listen, this is the last kindness and redemption that Lord Balder gives you. Take it, you can use it. You will use it soon. I hope I can see you alive next time." said Wardmaker.

"I..." Ahriman was genuinely shocked upon hearing Wardmaker's words. He realized the seriousness of the situation. He decided that regardless of whether Balder's words made sense, he would at least obey his warning, limit his use of psychic energy, and return as soon as possible before returning to his expeditionary fleet.

"Thank you, my friend..." After putting away his sword, Ahriman shook Wardmaker's hands gratefully and said.

"Let's go! Be careful on the road!" Wardmaker said with a sigh.

"Okay, I'll leave now. I look forward to the day we meet again." Ahriman waved his hand and said.

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"My Lord, Ahriman and the Glory have left." The Traveler Star Map reported to Balder.

"Understood," Balder nodded. All the plans were set. By some mysterious fate, the Radiance, during its continuous yet intermittent time-space jumps, would pass by an Eldar ruin. Within it lay a shattered Soul Stone, and the wandering souls within it constantly drew S's attention. If Ahriman chose not to visit the ruins, nothing untoward would happen. However, if he did, they would inevitably be watched by S's Greater Daemons! And if Ahriman or his minions stole those precious Soul Stones and the artifacts from the Eldar ruins...

"Do you think it's appropriate to expose the demon to certain people now?" asked the Traveler Star Map.

"The Thousand Sons Legion was established largely to combat demons. However..." Balder sighed. Endless regrets turned into a sigh.

"Ahriman took this prophecy very seriously when he left. He might have chosen to return to the fleet quickly." The Endless Journey also joined the discussion. He knew everything about the conversation between Ahriman and Wardmaker.

"Arrogance and conceit are the basic colors of the Thousand Sons. This arrogance is not only reflected towards outsiders, but also among themselves. The authority brought by military rank may not be very important to them. Ahriman will not listen to me, so do you think that some other people in the Thousand Sons Legion will completely listen to Ahriman?" Balder sneered.

Many things within the Thousand Sons Legion can actually be compared to an endless death-seeking competition. Relatively speaking, Professor A was not so excessive before the Heresy. At least he did not expect that in order to reverse the mutation of flesh and blood, his own Primarch would do business with the beings in the Warp.

Little Pony is already quite a troublemaker, doing business with Old T while unscrupulously using his psychic powers. But in reality, some of his sons are even more troublesome than him. In the context of the Thousand Sons, Little Pony personally exiled and dealt with some of his descendants because these guys... summoned demons!

That's right, it's the summoning of demons. If you're saying Magnus wasn't wary of the malevolence in the Warp, that's impossible. It's simply that he wasn't vigilant enough, and Old T was too deceptive. However, the actions of some within the Thousand Sons were intolerable, so they were exiled. That's right, Professor A wasn't the first Thousand Sons to be exiled; those whose names remain unseen were the first!

So the situation is this: even if Ahriman obeys Baldur's prophecy and decides to return immediately, will the other Thousand Sons be willing to listen to Ahriman? And if the other Thousand Sons do something, will Ahriman have enough determination and strength to stop them?

The answer is clear: given the current state of the Thousand Sons, Ahriman lacks the resolve and the ability to stop it! The reason is simple: the Thousand Sons Legion is too small! This results in Ahriman having to raise his hand high and then gently lower it on many matters. And how should I put it? We are all scholars, so many things cannot be said.

Baldur had already essentially informed Ahriman of the likely situation. As long as Ahriman could control himself and the others, there wouldn't be a major problem. But the question now wasn't, "Was Ahriman unable to control himself?" Therefore, everything would proceed according to Baldur's plan. Besides serving as a warning to Ahriman and the Thousand Sons, Baldur also hoped to use this opportunity to further advance the formation of the Knights-Errant Legion. Among the first group would undoubtedly be some warriors from the Thousand Sons.

"So how do you plan to deal with this matter?" asked the Traveler Star Map.

"The Guards and the Sisters of Silence will be the first to come out and clean up the mess, followed by the Sigillite. As for what to do next, it depends on the situation. Anyway, as long as they don't fall into Old T's hands, it's fine." Balder thought for a while and said, he still has a lot of things to do, so let's leave the Ahriman brothers to others.

"So what do we need to do?" asked the Traveler Star Map.

"No need, we just need to wait for the result." Balder sat on his throne and closed his eyes in thought.

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"Are we about to escape from the Warp again?" Ahriman asked, feeling the tide in the Warp.

"Yes, the warp storm is coming again. Although our navigators tried their best to avoid it, the aftermath still affected the fleet. The Glory is not in big trouble, but some other small boats are not." said a servant.

"Okay, I understand. Ohmzod, come with me." Ahriman looked at his brother and said.

"Brother, you seem very worried? Worried about the prophecy?" Omzod said to his brother with a sad face.

"Yes, the Supreme Lord Commander's attitude towards us is indeed bad, but he means no harm," Ahriman said. "Has this prophecy been spread?"

"No, everyone who knew about this matter was under a gag order," said Omzod.

"Let the entire fleet be on guard. I have a feeling something will happen that will be difficult for us to handle," Ahriman said. He then took out the weapon that Wardmaker had given him from a hidden compartment.

"What a fine weapon!" Omzod exclaimed in admiration.

"It's very good. The Space Wolves Legion and Lord Balder are really extraordinary." Ahriman looked at the long sword in his hand and said in a very affirmative tone.

At that moment, the Glory had already emerged from the Warp. Just as Ahriman's ship had left the Warp, he suddenly received a communication from a friendly force. The fleet's exit from the Warp wasn't simultaneous; some ships were faster than others. Because time flows at different speeds in the real universe and the Warp, this time difference was magnified. When Ahriman received the communication, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave!

"My lord, the cruiser Candlelight has sent a communication saying that they have discovered the remains of an Eldar Ark and they have decided to board the ruins and explore!" A naval officer reported to Ahriman through the intercom!

"Didn't I tell you? The fleet must rendezvous with the expeditionary fleet immediately! Aren't my orders clear enough?" Ahriman pushed open the door of the house angrily, and a few minutes later, he returned to the bridge.

"Lord Ahriman, Lord Maraudon has discovered an Eldar relic. He believes this is a rare opportunity, so he has ordered the Candlelight to go there." said the captain of the Glory.

"Have him return immediately! Return immediately!" Ahriman roared. However, looking at the figure projected far away from the fleet, Ahriman's fury turned to deep frustration and anger. Ahriman couldn't abandon the Candlelight, and even if he wanted to punish Maraudon, he would have to wait until he returned.

"Send a telegram to the Maraudon and tell him to come back immediately within half an hour. Then, Omzod, take the guards and escort him and his entourage to the Glory! Oh, and bring everything they got from the ruins, leave nothing behind! Bring them all!" Ahriman ordered.

"Isn't this a bit too much?" said a Thousand Sons captain who was accustomed to the relaxed management within the legion.

"Follow orders! We are the Legion!" Ahriman's roar echoed through the bridge once again. And this time, no one dared to disobey the enraged First Psionicist of the Thousand Sons!

"Also, tell all personnel in the fleet to enter level one alert." Ahriman ordered again.

"This order is a bit confusing." On the Glory, a group of people were a little confused, but it didn't matter, they had to follow Ahriman's orders.

Chapter 122 Knights-Errant and Exorcist Troops

An hour later, the Candlelight returned to the formation, and half an hour later, Omzod and his guards brought Maraudon and his party and the items they obtained from the ruins to the flagship Glory.

"Why! Why didn't you obey orders?" Ahriman roared at Maraudon. "I told you the fleet must rendezvous with the main force immediately. Why are you taking so long?" He suddenly pulled Maraudon up from the ground and slammed him against the wall behind him. The violent impact made everyone's teeth ache.

"I... I was seeking knowledge, Ahriman. It only took an hour," Maraudon said, stuttering. He hadn't expected the usually easygoing Ahriman to explode in anger over such a "small matter."

"I'll deal with you later! Ohmzod, put this guy in solitary confinement!" After saying this, Ahriman turned around and said to the first mate: "We need to enter the warp again now, and we have to go back as soon as possible!" However, the first mate's words next made Ahriman feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"My lord, our navigators have just sent a message. They said that the storm in the warp has intensified, so we will not be able to enter the warp in the next three days. In other words, we are temporarily trapped here." The first mate reported to Ahriman.

"How is that possible?" Ahriman tried to use his psychic power to see through the undercurrents in the subspace, but after all his efforts, he still failed. Although Ahriman was a powerful psychic, unfortunately, he was not a professional navigator. As the saying goes, every profession has its own expertise.

"Damn it! Order the combat readiness level to the highest level and send a message to the main fleet, saying we need support." Ahriman commanded while clenching the staff in his hand. Now, with his prophetic ability, he also vaguely felt that the crisis was coming!

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At this time, in the warp, a special fleet was sailing in the waves of the warp. In the warp tides that seemed almost impassable to ordinary fleets and navigators, this fleet was sailing at a higher speed. The leading flagship exuded a reassuring light golden glow, calming the restless warp storm in front of them and expelling the dangerous existences in the storm.

"Ramon, how do you feel?" The fleet's supreme commander, Captain Sanders of the Imperial Guards, looked at his former colleague.

"Fortunately, we will arrive on time according to our Lord's plan. If you need it, and our fleet can still bear it, we can go even faster." Ramon turned around and looked at his former companions.

"Then let's do it faster. This is our first operation. I hope we can do it better. Besides, there are guys up there that my Lord and the Seal Master care about very much. We have to ensure their survival." Sanders said after thinking for a while.

"Alright." Ramon nodded and walked into a magic circle. As the circle opened, Ramon's psychic energy resonated with it, and a psychic fire of pale gold and blue began to rise. Then, this psychic energy was projected into the warp through a special device. Wherever it passed, the turbulent waves calmed, and the predators in the shadows disappeared. They were all dispersed by this terrifying and unique psychic energy, opening a path for the fleet to the distance!

"This... is truly powerful." Sanders sighed inwardly, looking at his former fellow Custodians. Just a few weeks ago, all veterans of the Custodians received an order from the Emperor himself to undergo physical and psychological testing in order to receive his blessing. This operation was classified at the highest level, and all candidates were transported deep within the Emperor's flagship, where they underwent a series of examinations and implants.