Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Sublimation and power! Become a part of me!" Maraudon swung his dagger. A flash of light flashed, and the souls of all the mortals around him were instantly extracted. A piercing sound wave echoed through the passage. Dozens of souls were grasped in Maraudon's hand, and then he opened his mouth and swallowed them. The power of the souls, twisted by dark psychic energy, instantly became part of Maraudon, and he felt even more powerful.

"More! More souls!" Maraudon wielded his staff and began to slaughter every crew member he encountered. Meanwhile, in the confinement cell where he had been held, a magic circle appeared on the floor. A moment later, countless succubi, led by the Masked Dancer, swarmed out. Behind them, a gigantic figure loomed.

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"What happened?" After Ahriman, who had just completed the seal, left the secret room with his followers, he felt the corrupt and strange spiritual energy filling the battleship.

"It's Lord Maraudon! He's crazy! He led a group of aliens to slaughter our crew members. The captain tried to stop him but was killed. He has rebelled and even turned into some kind of alien!" An officer said incoherently.

"Damn it! Prepare for battle! Completely eliminate all aliens! For the Emperor, for humanity!" Ahriman walked in front with a staff in one hand and a long sword in the other, while Ohmzod went to gather more people.

Just as all the fighters were rushing to the battle site, several figures appeared in the passage.

"Things are a bit troubling. It's Moses, a powerful Slaanesh demon! Maraudon is also being watched by Slaanesh, and he has the potential to ascend to become a Daemon Prince." Having just completed the possession of the fleet's second mate, Nolos manipulated his mortal body with some discomfort. Several changelings stood beside him.

The Lord of Change had tasked him with rescuing a chess piece named Ahriman, but it was clear that Ahriman was about to engage in a battle with S's demonic forces. Divination informed Nolos that S was aware of the chess piece's situation and would launch a targeted attack. If he wanted to retrieve the piece, he would have to face S's demonic forces... He had begged the Lord of Change for more assistance, but for some reason, the Lord refused, believing that a large-scale demonic conflict with the interference of other entities was unwise!

"So, I need to transfer them to another warship." Nolos' eyes flickered as he made a decision. "Gather more guards and sailors to cover the adults in their battle!" Nolos immediately assumed his role, and several changelings began their own performances. They gathered troops and reinforcements from other fleets to prepare to resist the S Corps' offensive!

Ahriman and his Thousand Sons had already encountered the S-Demon Army! The battle took place in the most spacious hangar of the battleship Radiance. By this time, the defenders had been basically defeated, and the arrival of the Fifteenth Legion allowed the Empire to temporarily gain a foothold!

"Form a formation!" Following Ahriman's order, groups of Terminators and three Dreadnoughts formed the thick front of the battle formation. Legionnaires carrying heavy weapons deployed on both sides, using crossfire to provide cover for the central army, while the wizards led by Ahriman were protected in the center by the tactical team, serving as the main attack output!

"Die! Alien!" Ahriman raised the staff in his hand high. With his quick and accurate casting movements, powerful psychic energy gathered at the top of the staff, and supernatural lightning jumped in the air. When the energy reached a certain level, a terrifying psychic storm surged out, like a tide, unstoppable.

Powerful psychic lightning danced across the vast hangar, seemingly sentient, pursuing the target Ahriman sought. The banshees who had just easily slaughtered mortals had clearly not expected to encounter such a formidable opponent. One by one, the banshees were struck by the lightning, the powerful energy shredding their bodies and banishing their souls into the Warp, preventing them from returning to the real universe for a long time.

"Go on! Kill them all!" Following Ahriman's order, Ohmzod and other psychics also cleared the miscellaneous soldiers with extremely high efficiency. Some of their bodies were crushed by invisible strength, some were thrown out like sandbags, and some were slowed down. The originally agile banshees were as slow as a snail, and then torn to pieces by various firepower!

"Legion, advance!" After the mages dispersed the hordes of enemy troops, the Terminators and Dreadnoughts advanced at a steady pace, their bolter, plasma, and autocannon shells furiously blasting every target in sight. Their dense firepower and superb marksmanship gradually overwhelmed their opponents.

Chapter 124 The Demonic Army Attacks 2

"Shield!" As the legion advanced, a few escaped, attempting a last-ditch effort. However, Ahriman, versed in prophecy, saw through their tactics. After casually banishing several demons, he also cast a shield on the front line! Ahriman, a mage in one hand and a priest in the other, mastered psychic powers with unparalleled skill!

"Hmph, nothing more than that!" A Thousand Sons warrior nearby said coldly as he looked at the dissipating demons.

"Be on guard!" Ahriman suddenly sensed the imminent danger. He glanced at Ohmzod, who immediately understood. Together, they prepared to raise a psychic shield large enough to cover the entire army. However, just as he was about to succeed, a silent, soul-piercing scream shattered everything!

"Ah!" A Space Marine with a weaker will nearby covered his head in pain. The equipment in his helmet and the transplanted Leman Ear tried to minimize the impact of the noise. However, this solution was wrong because it was an attack on the soul and could only be resisted by psychic power or one's own will.

The entire army paused amidst an incomprehensible noise. The psykers struggled to control their magic, while the ordinary warriors battled the pain. Ahriman and Ohmzod's spells were also interrupted by this unexpected incident. However, the demonic attacks were continuous and deadly. At this moment, a teleporting aura flashed from the rear of the army. An S-Demon, wielding a blade in his left hand and a mask in his right, led the S-Cavaliers in a rear-end assault!

The legionnaires who reacted immediately aimed their grenade launchers at the target, and bombs flew towards the dancer-like alien in front of them. However, the bombs that were powerful enough to cut through armor were easily deflected by the opponent, and the hateful alien even used the scimitar in his hand to chop off the oncoming bullets.

He cheered and howled, enveloped in a halo of psychedelic light. With a single leap, he arrived in front of a warrior. Then, with a sharp swing of his sword, the enchanted blade easily ripped through the heavy power armor, slicing the warrior in two. A gap opened in the army formation, and swarms of S-type cavalry swarmed in, harvesting the warrior's life with expert skill!

"Omzod! Hold the front!" Ahriman suddenly turned around, pointing his staff in the distance. Then, the S-Demons, previously renowned for their agility and swiftness, instantly sank into a quagmire. Only the Masked Dancer, the leader, remained unmoved. He spotted Ahriman and raised his blade in a provocative gesture, slashing his throat! With a flash of light, he passed through the crowd and arrived before Ahriman!

A flash of purple blade light swept across. The opponent's attack was so fast that Ahriman could see the opponent's attack at the moment of the chop, but it was too late to effectively counterattack. He could only subconsciously extend the staff in his hand forward to clamp the opponent's attack. The collision of the blade and the staff produced a huge impact. Ahriman was pushed back by the huge force, and the masked dancer also retreated. After lightly tapping the floor with his toes, he floated towards a soldier next to him like a ghost. With the swing of the blade, the unprepared soldier was split in half.

Then, before the other brothers in the chapter could strike back, the demon moved again with screams and the souls of the dead. The speed of the attack and the sharpness of the attack amazed everyone.

"It's devouring the souls of our brothers!" exclaimed a psychic. His spiritual vision saw souls being devoured by the demonic blade, and the souls of his colleagues imprisoned in the blade let out terrifying and shrill screams.

"Damn it! I will crush you completely!" Ahriman was furious, his spirit moving closer to the warp, drawing infinite power from it. His comrades surrounded him tightly, providing cover for him to cast spells. Accompanied by complicated and lengthy spells, and countless precise and fast gestures, terrifying magic flew out from Ahriman's hands. Guided by Ahriman's spirit, psychic flames and lightning chased the fast-moving demons, exiling them back to the warp one by one.

"You can't escape, alien!" Ahriman gripped his staff tightly in his left hand. The curved blade at the tip gleamed with dazzling light, and his right hand instantly unleashed a spell of immobilization. The Masked Dancer, fresh from another kill in the distance, was pinned to the spot. Then, the Terminator's autocannon and Ahriman's psychic energy surged like a torrent, shattering their target!

"Is everything over?" Ahriman said with lingering fear as he looked at the devastated hangar, the corpses on the ground and the remaining colleagues who were gasping for breath.

"How is it possible? The game has just begun, Ahriman! Feel the power of sublimation!" A sound like the friction of broken glass rang in Ahriman's ears. Then, a huge and twisted figure rushed out from the corridor.

"Maraudon?! What have you done?" Ahriman looked at his former colleague. Maraudon had grown several times larger, now the size of a Dreadnought. His gold and red power armor had shattered, shredded and embedded in his purple and pink flesh. Countless souls were trapped within his body, a face of pain etched on his skin, emitting a despairing scream.

"I have found the truth! I have gained power!" Maraudon looked at Ahriman, the being who had always been superior and more powerful than him. In the past, Maraudon could only look up to him, but now, everything was different! He stuck out his tongue, and it trembled in the air like a snake.

"Ahriman, wonderful soul, are you ready? You are to become one with me!" Then, Maraudon took action. He opened his mouth, and the soul bound in him also opened its mouth.

A shrieking roar like a storm erupted from the vast hangar, a powerful psychic attack surging like a tidal wave towards the Thousand Sons Legion, who were fighting in formation. The sonic wave was so fierce that the tactical squads directly in front of them were instantly reduced to a pile of shredded flesh by the resonance of the psychic sonic wave. The shields previously cast by the Legion's psykers were shattered with ease like eggshells. Then came their armor and flesh.

"Ahriman, join the order of ascension! The great Prince of Darkness awaits your arrival!" Maraudon began to move. The Fate Slayer, once the length of a short sword, transformed into a longsword. Maraudon ran, ignoring the bullets and missiles, his movements agile beyond the reach of a creature of his size. He effortlessly wielded the blade, mowing down the nearby soldiers. He charged forward like a battering ram.

"Come on, beast! Traitor to the Empire!" Ahriman, for some reason, instinctively dropped his staff and tightly grasped the long sword offered by his colleague. The moment he channeled his psychic energy, he suddenly felt a sense of clarity he had never felt before, and the fatigue of the previous battle seemed to be swept away. Ahriman could feel his psychic perception greatly enhanced, and he could clearly detect the opponent's movements and respond accordingly.

Maraudon struck, his longsword slashing at Ahriman like a bolt of lightning. Ahriman, steadying himself, thrust his longsword upwards with both hands, the two weapons clashing. A violent flash of psychic energy erupted before their eyes, accompanied by scattered psychic energy.

"Ah!" Such a powerful psychic impact made Maraudon cry out in pain. Even though he had the advantage in strength, he was still burned by the psychic energy emanating from the opponent's long sword. What made him even more terrified was that the long sword that had been invincible just now was forcibly opened by the opponent.

Ahriman, standing nearby, was in a similarly dire situation. The immense force sent him flying, and Professor Ahriman had never engaged in close combat before. Fortunately, Omzod came to his brother's aid at a crucial moment. A stream of psychic energy instantly boosted Ahriman's strength, and another blast of psychic energy provided him with a shield. Adjusting his stance, Ahriman prepared to fight once more.

And at this moment, accompanied by the roar of machinery, a group of combat robots and tanks of the mortal army appeared on the battlefield.

"Concentrate fire on him!" Nolos, who had taken over the Glory's second mate, gave the order while unleashing a curse towards Maraudon in the distance. The supernatural power that had previously enveloped Maraudon faded slightly. Then, shells, plasma, and molten metal descended like a tide.

"Ah!!!" Without the protection of his extraordinary energy, Maraudon became vulnerable. The intensive attacks tore at his body and soul. He struggled to put on a shield for himself, then fired terrifying psychic energy at the heavily armored unit in the distance.

A tank was consumed by the searing psychic flames, followed by a second, and the Mechanicus robots beside it. Maraudon was enraged, wantonly unleashing the energies of the Warp, destroying everything in his path. Silent whispers of evil echoed across the battlefield, and from time to time, men were bewitched and pulled the trigger on their comrades.

Chaos and suspicion spread across the battlefield, each worried about being shot at by their comrades. They had to devote half their energy to keeping a vigilant eye on their former comrades. The Space Marines were fine, but the mortal troops who arrived were in a far worse state. They were easily harvested by the elusive banshees, their fear and the whispers of demons driving them to their knees.

"Omzod! Ensure the stability of the front. I will go to deal with Maraudon!" Ahriman gripped the long sword in his hand and said loudly to his brother.

"Alright, brother, I'll do my best!" Ohmzod began to join forces with the remaining Legion psykers. They decided to release a psychic energy that would elevate the will and spirit of the remaining allies, temporarily dispelling the demonic whispers. Guided by the four psykers, a powerful wave of psychic energy spread across the battlefield, instantly bringing a sense of relief to everyone's minds. Meanwhile, Ahriman had already rushed towards Maraudon in the distance.

"Haha, Ahriman, you've chosen the most foolish way of fighting." Maraudon watched Ahriman swiftly rush towards him. He swung his sword and pointed it at Ahriman with a smile. His own strength, skill, and agility far surpassed his opponent's. How could Ahriman fight him? Maraudon was filled with confidence, even foreseeing the moment he would reap his opponent's precious soul.

Maraudon moved, rushing towards his opponent like a flash of purple lightning. However, just as he was about to swing his sword, Ahriman suddenly disappeared from his sight. Surprise and fear instantly covered Maraudon's face. However, just as he was about to look for his opponent's trace, Ahriman appeared behind him without warning, and the long knife in his hand stabbed straight into Maraudon's back.

The moment it hit Maraudon, the blade emitted a dazzling white light, and indescribable power cut through Maraudon's armor and flesh, and then the spine. The demonized bones were cut through by the pure psychic energy like a hot knife through butter.

"Ah!" Indescribable pain caused Maraudon to let out a desperate roar. He tried to struggle, but the combined psychic energy of Ahriman and the long sword in his hand suppressed him, preventing him from moving. Maraudon's body and soul continued to burn under the powerful psychic attack. He realized his own end, but he could not stop it until he was finally burned to ash.

"Be careful, the real enemy is coming!" A voice sounded in Ahriman's ears, and then, beside him, the space was suddenly torn open, and a huge and blurry figure squeezed in from the narrow crack.

Ahriman's reaction could not keep up with his consciousness at all. He discovered the new enemy, but had no time to turn around and fight back. However, just when the opponent's long sword was about to harvest him, the crystal long sword flashed slightly, and Ahriman's figure disappeared from the original place again, and then appeared a few hundred meters away.

"Are you the Lord of Change's pawn?" Moses looked at Ahriman. "Wow, a conceited mage. Sure enough, he suits the Lord of Change's taste."

"I am a warrior of the Emperor! The defender of the human empire, not a pawn of the Lord of Change!" Ahriman roared at the huge demon in front of him that was more than 7 meters tall.

"A chess piece manipulated by fate, remotely controlled and toyed with without even realizing it." Moses shook his horned head, scanning the enemy. This time, his mission had changed. If his previous mission was to harvest enough souls, now, his mission was to free Ahriman, the chess piece, from Tzeentch's control. This was an order personally issued by the Dark Prince, and it could not be disobeyed!

"Open fire! Kill this demon!" Nolos, who had blended into the crowd, stared at the demon in the distance with some fear. This Slaanesh demon was so renowned that even if Nolos gave it his all, he might not be his match. Furthermore, he was now living among mortals. Therefore, these human combat robots and heavy weapons were his only reliance.

Chapter 125 Cut off fate

The shrieks of psychic terror erupted once again across the battlefield, spreading like tangible sound waves. The souls and wills of the weakest were instantly crushed. Entire mortal troops fell to the psychic storm. Even the most resolute Legionnaires were severely wounded, bleeding from all sides and struggling in agony. The remaining Thousand Sons psykers also struggled to resist the attack. Faced with an unprecedented blow, Ahriman and his colleagues were completely passive.

Moses moved, his two hands wielding a greatsword, his two pincer-like limbs coordinated to unleash a bloody hail of violence upon the Imperial army. Blessed by the Dark Prince, he galloped across the land. Bolts and plasma blasts were intercepted by an invisible shield, turning into sparks. The massive pincers lifted and brought down fiercely, destroying both robots and armored vehicles like a fragile iron box.

"Fate is twisting! Damn it, it shouldn't be like this." Looking at the battle line that was already crumbling under the attack of the Slaanesh army, Noros knew that he had to leave now and evacuate Ahriman with him, or in other words, at the critical moment, forcibly pull him into the arms of Tzeentch.

Before arriving on the battlefield, Tzeentch gifted him with a dagger. When the point of no return had reached, Noroth could strike Ahriman with the dagger. Tzeentch would then use the dagger as a medium to transform Ahriman into a Daemon Prince or destroy him outright. While this method was crude and simple, the consequences were also disastrous. If Ahriman was destroyed, the mission would naturally fail. If Ahriman became a Daemon Prince without his consent, Tzeentch would only receive a defective one. And Noroth would naturally be punished for this failed action.

"My lord, we need to evacuate! There are too many of them! These xenos can bewitch mortals. They've bewitched and controlled the entire ship," the second mate, possessed by Noroth, advised Ahriman through his communicator. By this point, the situation was truly perilous. The Fifteenth Legion was unprepared and outnumbered, unable to prevent the spread of Slaanesh's daemons elsewhere. A large number of mortal troops had been controlled and became the enemy.

"We should evacuate to the launch port immediately. We can enter the escape capsule and then evacuate to other warships. Then, the other warships will open fire on the Glorious Don, and we can completely destroy them all!" said Nolos.

After realizing the situation was irreversible, Ahriman could only evacuate his troops and the remaining mortal forces towards the launch port. At a narrow intersection, Ahriman's remaining troops temporarily stabilized the situation.

"My lord, the launch port is being prepared and we will be able to transfer on the Stormbird soon." Nolos came up.

"Very well, thank you very much, sir. It's you who allowed my companions and I to successfully reach this place. I swear, I will make those aliens pay!" Ahriman turned and looked at Nolos with sincerity. However, hidden by his helmet, no one could see that Ahriman's eyes were now blazing with blue flames. He had already discovered Nolos's disguise. Beneath the Second Officer's original soul, a vast, completely inhuman soul was operating this body.

"Damn it, there are other aliens." Ahriman responded with words while observing his surroundings. There were several other people around who were also being manipulated and controlled.

"Omzod, bring the remaining Terminator Guards here and protect these transport planes. Let all tanks and combat robots gather at the intersection to keep the aliens out." Ahriman shouted to Omzod.

"Okay," Ohmzod replied as he gathered the remaining personnel. At this moment, a special psychic communication from Ahriman startled Ohmzod for a moment, and then he began to make final preparations.

"Are these all your men?" Ahriman continued to deal with the second mate, pointing at the people around him as he spoke.

"Yes, they are all my people. How about it, isn't it very good? After being attacked, we reacted immediately and brought people to support you, my lord." Nolos said respectfully.

"Very good, they are indeed very good. In this battle, you are the only ones who supported me. You should be rewarded, and I can make you one of us, a real soldier of the Fifteenth Legion." Ahriman patted the other's shoulder.

"Really? Can I really become a Space Marine? That would be my honor." Nolos answered subconsciously.

"Is this truly your honor?" Ahriman's tone suddenly changed, and he snorted coldly! Then, under Ohmzod's command, the Terminators, already in position, quickly opened fire, their dense barrage of explosives and plasma fire covering the pre-determined targets! The 15th Legion's physical mutations were no secret to the fleet's higher-ups. These people were so eager to avoid them, how could they possibly dream of becoming soldiers of the 15th Legion? So, at this moment, Ahriman no longer hesitated! He gave the order to attack.

A possessed human body was shattered by the dense rain of bullets. Then, an indescribable thing rushed out from the broken body. It looked like a human, but it was not human. It looked at a Space Marine who was shooting at it with a sly grin, and then swung. A series of fireballs shot out!

The warrior was unable to dodge and was struck by the fireball. Then, a scene that filled Ahriman with pain and anger unfolded. Instead of being burned to death, the warrior's body rapidly expanded, tentacles and limbs sprouting from the swollen flesh, followed by teeth and eyeballs. Under the scorching heat of Tzeentch's demonic fire, a mutation of the flesh appeared!

"Damn it, it's you who ruined my legion!" Ahriman was furious. The long sword in his hand seemed to sense this and emitted a hot white light.

"Damn it! Fate has veered from its intended course! Damn it! This shouldn't be happening!" Nolos was furious. He felt the threads Tzeentch used to manipulate Ahriman snap. The conspiracy had been exposed, and everything had entered a state of irreversibility.

Noroth no longer hid, his essence bursting forth from his shell, and in a burst of fire and light, a gigantic, winged figure appeared before Ahriman, a staff in one hand and a dagger in the other.

"I want everything to return to its original state!" Nolos raged, slamming his wand down on the ground. A portal opened, and a horde of fire demons swarmed out. They leaped, screamed, and charged at the surrounding enemies. These multi-limbed, bizarrely shaped demons launched magical fireballs at the surroundings. The changelings isolated the others on the periphery.

"Accept your fate, Ahriman!" Noroth advanced, wielding his staff and dagger. His blasphemous words stirred a terrifying storm in the launch port. Psionic lightning and shockwaves erupted between the two. Ahriman, even then, was still not strong enough to face a T-fiend.

After dodging yet another blow with his flash, Ahriman, exhausted from the prolonged battle, felt his energy draining away. He felt his strength was running out, unable to continue casting spells to combat the alien before him. He could only grapple with it.

"Destiny will return!" Nolos rushed forward, and just when Ahriman was about to urge the long sword to flash again, the dagger in Nolos's hand emitted a brilliant light, and all the spiritual energy disappeared instantly when it touched this light.

"Feel the power of my Lord, Ahriman! Your soul belongs to the Lord of Change!" Nolos strode forward, ready to put an end to it all! Although the harvest was a demon prince, not a perfect chosen one, but now, Nolos had no choice but to do this!

However, at this moment, a huge figure penetrated the wall, and with unimaginable force, the entire wall was shattered. Moses had come! He had come with the wrath of Slaanesh!

"Damn it!" Noroth ignored Ahriman and swung his staff towards the charging S-Demon! However, he had too little time to prepare, and he was ultimately a spellcaster, not a warrior. Moses's longsword easily separated the Tzeentch Demon's staff. Simultaneously, his other claw slammed down hard on Noroth's bird head. There was a teeth-grinding clang, and with the heavy blow, drops of demonic blood splattered, landing on two nearby 15th Legion soldiers who had tried to help. One of them suffered another flesh-and-blood mutation.

In the close-quarters combat, which was devoid of any tricks, Noroth was overwhelmed. His staff was knocked away, and the dagger in his hand was also knocked down. He was suppressed by Moses, and every heavy blow dealt him great damage. However, at this moment, Tzeentch wanted to tie this chess piece one last time. The fallen dagger transformed into a black venomous snake, rushing towards Ahriman at a speed that was difficult for the Space Marines to catch. The scarlet tongue stretched and retracted, and the venom dripping from its fangs exuded a corrupting psychic energy.

Ahriman strained to follow the other's movements. He stood firm, brandishing his longsword, attempting to slash the treacherous serpent. His first strike successfully forced it back, but it simply changed direction and attacked again. Ahriman could only manage to hold on, his situation worsening as time passed.

Finally, Ahriman was a beat too late, allowing the black snake to find an opening. It roared triumphantly and charged forward. However, at that moment, a streak of earthy-yellow light fell upon the snake, and its dark scales began to fall away. Then, the snake's flesh began to rot and stink, as if moldy. At that moment, everyone present could faintly hear a muffled laugh from an unknown source, along with a somewhat exasperated shriek from the other side.

Seizing this opportunity, Ahriman swiftly stepped forward, his blade slashing down, severing the black snake in two. Burning with the spiritual energy of his blade, the snake ultimately turned to ash, a move that meant Ahriman had severed the thread of his own destiny! In a mysterious way, Ahriman felt as if he had escaped something. He felt an indescribable sense of relief.

Elsewhere, Moses had pinned Noroth down. With the clashing of their longswords, the Tzeentchian, inept at close combat, returned to the Warp with wailing and boundless resentment. By this point, Moses, too, was at the end of his rope, one limb broken, the other slumped to the side. Scars from Tzeentchian fire covered his entire body, and the psychic energy entwined within him grew increasingly weak.

"What a lucky guy." Moses looked at Ahriman.

"Alien!" Ahriman clenched the long sword in his hand and pointed it at the opponent. However, at this time, his body was shaking a little. The long period of close combat made him, who was used to casting spells, feel a little overwhelmed.

"Perhaps, in the future, I will come to reap your soul, or make you submit to the power of the Dark Prince, but not today." Moses said. He looked up into the distance and saw a new fleet emerging from the void.

"Remember, you and your legion are cursed by the Lord of Change, and the Primarch you look forward to has also been fooled by Him. Do not have any illusions about the Curse of Flesh and Blood, it is a power beyond your understanding. Remember this scene today. Vent your anger on your enemies, the gods are watching you, don't let them down." Moses waved his hand and prepared to open a portal, but he was surprised to find that the surrounding space was anchored!

"Demon, die!" With a flash of light, a huge steel figure appeared on the battlefield. The mecha, which was nearly the size of a Knight Titan, swung its power hammer and smashed it hard on Moses' face. Then, a group of tall warriors in golden armor were also teleported over. They used various weapons in their hands to rain bullets on the big demon.

A moment later, accompanied by a wail, Moses was also exiled back to the warp.

"Imperial Guards?! We are saved?" Ahriman said to himself excitedly as he looked at the golden figures fighting in the distance. He dared to swear that he had never been looking forward to these proud and cold corn cobs so much as today!

"Clear all demons! Gather all survivors and purify the entire fleet!" ordered the leading commander of the Imperial Guards, then he looked at Ahriman.

"Azek Ahriman?" asked the imperial guard.

"Yes, I am Ahriman, Captain of the Thousand Sons Legion, Ahriman." Ahriman put away his sword and said respectfully.

"Very good, take the remaining Thousand Sons Legion and wait here, we will see you later." After saying that, the commander of the Imperial Guards continued to command the battle, while around him, several Imperial Guards brought psykers to surround Ahriman and others.

"What have we encountered today? When can we destroy their home planet? What are those so-called curses? Can you tell me?" Looking at the leaving Imperial Guards, Ahriman said loudly.

"You will know later. Now we are going to solve your trouble." The commander of the imperial guards said and left without looking back.

Chapter 126 The Upcoming Mission

"Is the problem solved?" Balder asked, looking at the Emperor who appeared in his consciousness again.

"It's basically resolved. Ahriman has escaped from Tzeentch. Ohmzord will transplant new gene seeds and gradually purify the previous curse. The main figures are saved, and the entire fleet will be purified again and then deployed in the Great Crusade." There was some joy in the Emperor's words.

"What do you mean by purification? How will the personnel be dealt with?" Bader asked.

"The personnel will undergo a memory cleansing, and I will use the power of faith to overwrite any remaining information left by the evil god. This is a new ability I wish to test," the Emperor said. Saving humanity contaminated by Chaos remains difficult for the current Emperor, but if one has only encountered a demon, it can be easily cleansed. As for precious supplies like warships, they will continue to be used after purification. After all, in the 40th century, the Imperium also had warships captured from Chaos.

"What are you going to do with Ahriman? And the Thousand Sons?" Balder asked.

"He will become a Knight-Errant." The Emperor paused before continuing, "As for the Thousand Sons, I still want to give it a try. Magnus is a son I value very much, and I have invested a lot of effort in the Thousand Sons. I want to give it a try."

"And didn't you say it? Changes must be made with caution. Even if the Thousand Sons Legion cannot be saved, this legion must still complete its glorious journey and subsequent end." The Emperor said with a sigh.