Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"You know who I'm talking about, Traveler." Seeing Balder's divine side emerge, the Emperor was unceremonious. "Krax has returned. You brought him back, and his relationship with Horus is very strained. The 19th Legion is to be separated from the Luna Wolves, but Krax is still a child and needs someone to guide him. You are the one who caused this, and you must give me an explanation! Do you understand?"

"Uh....let me explain."

"Listen, I know what you did! Horus was indeed wrong, and he was disrespectful to you, but he didn't know your identity after all, so there were some misunderstandings. However, you directly took away the most reliable force under his command in a covert and even conspiratorial way! Traveler, I am very angry. You are manipulating my children, and you are using their conflicts to vent your dissatisfaction!" The emperor said sternly.

It was obvious that the Emperor now knew of Baldur's actions in saving the planet. It was Baldur who guided the Imperial fleet to Krakos. Once Krakos was exposed to the Emperor's sight, the return of the Primarch and the handing over of the Legion to the new Primarch were a matter of course. Then, the Emperor was surprised to find that Horus and the newly returned Primarch had some bad tempers.

Regardless of how the traveler explained it, it was all due to a personal vendetta. Of course, as a god, the traveler didn't bother to hide it.

"I helped you find a son. Shouldn't you be grateful to me?" the Traveler asked. "As for the question about Horus? Emperor, I simply want to say that you are his father, not me. I have no reason to be tolerant of him, right? Everyone must pay for their mistakes."

"But you shouldn't jump into the rift between the Primarchs because of your own selfish desires. This is not right."

"So Horus deserves to stir up trouble out of his own selfish desires? What punishment did you give him? So he can provoke me without paying the price? And I just went along with it, causing certain conflicts to be exposed prematurely, and yet you want to bring an army to bear on me?"

"Emperor, you are cold-blooded and ruthless, but you are too naive about certain things. You have so many sons, born in different environments and influenced in different ways. Some are even watched by evil gods. It is inevitable that there will be some problems between them, and many Primarchs are destined to dislike each other. And now, you push everything onto me. Is this reasonable? Or are you simply venting your anger?" The Traveler did not give in.

"I had high hopes for Horus, and he never let me down. I originally wanted him to be the glue between the Primarch brothers, to coordinate their relationships, but all of this was ruined because of you! You should know that in a family, an organization, and an empire, there should be a core, and among my children, there should also be a core, and that is Horus. Although he has some shortcomings, we should be tolerant of them. As for your compensation, I can give it to you. These can all be discussed. But you yourself are not allowed to use extraordinary means to manipulate all of this." The Emperor said to the Traveler with a complicated expression.

"What if I say that everything I do is the optimal solution for a certain outcome in the future? Would you believe it?" The traveler sighed.

A long silence fell between the two sides. The Traveler felt helpless, unable to directly tell the Emperor the truth about the rebellion. The Emperor, on the one hand, was naturally displeased with the Traveler's plot against his beloved son, but after all that had happened, he also had a vague sense of something amiss. It was something truly horrifying, something beyond his comprehension.

"I hope this is just a horrible nightmare."

"The future is diverse. Even God cannot grasp all timelines and possibilities. I don't know what the consequences of what I do will be. I can only see part of it. I can't even be sure that the results of what I do will be good. I can only take it one step at a time." said the traveler.

"Then let's leave everything to the future." The Emperor sighed, "Don't worry, I know how to handle certain things."

"So what should we do now? My Nineteenth Son and Horus are not on good terms, and he needs someone to guide him. I don't have the time. Do you?" The Emperor looked at the Traveler. Although he had many complaints against the Traveler, he knew that anyone, save his own Custodians, the Knights Errant, and Malcador, could be seduced by the Chaos Gods, but the Traveler alone would not! If there were any humans who were most steadfast in their devotion to Chaos, it would be him and the Traveler. Their divine natures prevented them from being tainted by the Chaos Gods. Like the Eldar Gods, they could be killed and imprisoned, but no Eldar God had ever become a lesser deity than the Chaos Gods.

"I have my own things to do. Don't you want to save some children? I'm thinking of a plan. Clarks just needs to be handed over to a reliable person." The traveler thought for a while and said.

The Traveler pondered the matter. Who were the Primarchs who had returned? Horus, Russ, Ferrus, Fulgrim, and Krakos. Because of the Traveler's manipulations, Krakos had returned earlier than Volkan. It was clear that Horus and Krakos were at odds. Furthermore, Horus already had Fulgrim with him, so bringing in Krakos, who was a different breed, was obviously inconvenient. As for replacing Rus? What kind of a joke? Rus couldn't even take care of his own children. The Traveler had much to do. And Krakos might not be willing to listen to the teachings of a "mortal."

"Let Ferrus take it." said the traveler.

"This..." The Emperor looked at the Traveler speechlessly. "You should know that the relationship between Ferrus and Horus is not good."

"Krakos will get along very well with Ferrus. Believe me, the two of them will have a good compatibility. Secondly, Ferrus and Horus are in a competitive relationship, but Ferrus will not use tricks, and Horus dare not use tricks. His ambition and skills will be restricted. Do you understand what I mean?" said Balder.

"I understand." The Emperor nodded. He knew Horus was ambitious, wanting to be the eldest of all the brothers. He also knew Ferrus had his own ambitions, wanting to be the strongest and most capable of all! The Emperor welcomed the competition between the brothers; after all, it allowed both to hone their skills and abilities. While he favored Horus, he also felt Ferrus was a good person. Ferrus, while a good character, was far inferior to the previous two.

The Emperor was aware of Horus's tactics, and his attitude was rather uncertain. That is, if the tactics didn't lead to any adverse consequences, then the Emperor didn't mind. But if they did, then the Emperor would mind. It was very utilitarian and Machiavellian. But that was the Emperor.

It was clear that Horus's actions had led to some unpleasant consequences. While the Emperor was equally irritated with the Traveler, he was also troubled that Horus had provoked such a person with his first move. The Traveler was one of the few individuals in the Imperium that Horus could not afford to mess with, and yet Horus had provoked the biggest and most difficult of all. A child who caused trouble for his father was bound to draw his father's displeasure.

So, no matter what, the Emperor had to warn Horus not to use his self-righteous tactics against his brothers. Horus's tactics were very good against others, whether it was fighting or pulling, but they were not necessarily so effective against his fellow Primarchs. Horus's provocation against Baldur had caused Rus's displeasure. Now, with Klax's return, the situation between the two sides was quite tense. Ferrus also had no good feelings towards Horus.

So, the situation now was that, even if the Emperor favored Horus, with only a few of his brothers returning, three of them were more or less at odds with Horus. This was unbearable. Therefore, the Emperor used this opportunity to give Horus a warning. It was better not to use some tricks for now. Meanwhile, Ferrus was truly skilled enough to guide Klax.

"So be it," the Emperor agreed. "You mentioned earlier that you attempted to save certain Primarchs who had been influenced by the evil gods?"

"Yes, there is this idea. There is a Primarch I have some ideas about." The Traveler nodded.

"He's talented? And important?"

"Yes, very talented and important."

"He is just influenced by the evil god but not paying attention to him? So, exerting subtle influence on him will not cause adverse reactions?" asked the Emperor.

"It's like this. I want to give it a try. This will be a gradual process because this person is very twisted and may have some mental problems." The traveler chose his words carefully.

"He craves the love and approval of others, or rather, the approval of sufficiently outstanding individuals, yet at the same time he disdains to express this desire. He becomes obsessed with his own imagined greatness, unable to extricate himself. He is extremely strict with his offspring, even to the point of cruelty. He treats them with no regard, merely insisting on excellence. He believes he is always right, and that any failure is due to the faults of his subordinates. In short, this person is truly difficult to describe."

"Can you give me an example?" After hearing this, the emperor's mouth twitched. He found it hard to believe that this was his child.

"Well, for example, during a difficult battle, he might resort to a cruel punishment for his men's inefficiency, like drawing one out of ten. The chosen one would be killed with their own bare hands. He would consider this act a redemption and improvement for his legion. He would demand his men to be as strong as steel, unmoved by external things. But at the same time, he would be furious when someone ignored the honor he had been given. He most desired someone's approval, but that person, for various reasons, ignored him."

"This..." The Emperor's brows were already twisted into a knot. "What a terrible guy."

"Haha, he's already pretty good. There are guys worse than him." said the traveler.

"......" The Emperor fell silent for a long moment. After a long pause, he spoke again: "You just said that this Primarch wanted my approval, but I ignored it for various reasons? I don't think I am someone who would have such a loophole."

"Perhaps there's some reason. After all, in many things, I only know the results, not the reasons," the Traveler sighed. Why did the Emperor ignore Mr. Pi's feelings? The Traveler never understood the reason. Perhaps it was because the Emperor had to choose between Dorn and Mr. Pi. Another reason might be that the Emperor felt that Mr. Pi had always been hardworking and uncomplaining. So, let's just do more. However, under these multiple pressures, Mr. Pi finally gave in and turned evil.

"Then what's the point of doing this?" The Emperor felt that the problem with this Primarch was really big. Compared with the children who came back before, this one was obviously a defective product!

"First, he is the easiest person to save. Second, he is indeed very capable, and his original intention is pretty good. It's just that some problems in his personality and mental state distorted his original intention. Then he collapsed under the heavy pressure. Of course, some of your problems did play a role in fueling the situation." said the traveler.

"I know I'm not a good father," the Emperor sighed. "So, Traveler, my friend, my comrade, do you want to try to save him?"

"Yes, I do want to give it a try. It will be a gradual process. So, when the time is right, I will send my people to approach him."

"Your people?" the emperor said with some surprise.

"The Traveler's Star Map. I think they might have something to talk about when they get together." said the Traveler.

"The Farstrider Star Chart? Let him also become the second-in-command of the Legion?" said the Emperor.

"It depends on the situation. I'm also hesitant. If you don't agree, I can change the plan." said the traveler.

"So, by arranging a suitable person and giving him the care he wants, can we pull him back from the influence of the evil god?" the emperor asked curiously.

"No." The traveler answered firmly.

"What else do you need?"

"He changed on his own, whether due to internal or external factors. All I did was try to pull him back as much as possible. As for the specific effect, I can't be sure. After all, this person is too paranoid."

"Okay, that's it for now. I still have to deal with the matter between Krakos and Horus." said the Emperor.

Chapter 156 Horus and Klax

"My brother, I welcome your return. I believe you will become an excellent legion commander. I know you have your own ideas and want to use your own philosophy to transform the legion. However, having ideas does not mean you can ignore certain objective laws. Before your own plans are formed, you should try your best to maintain the original organization and structure of the legion, rather than destroying it all on a whim."

Horus looked at his pale brother before him, trying to express his dissatisfaction in a gentle tone. Nearby, Fulgrim, the Phoenix from the Third Legion, looked at the two brothers with some concern. It was clear that a serious conflict had occurred between Horus and Krakos. Although Horus tried to express his opinion in a tone that was acceptable to everyone, every word he said carried a heavy weight.

"I am the genetic father of the 19th Legion. I am their father. This legion is commanded by me. It is a right given to me by our father. I want to build this legion according to my intentions. There is nothing unreasonable about it." Clarks said.

"But during the long campaign, the Luna Wolves and the 19th Legion have formed a complete and efficient combat system, which has proven to be a very effective means. But you, my brother, are still too young. Before you learn enough, I hope you can keep this system running stably." Horus said.

"So, the value of this system is that my troops became tools to suppress the rebels. They used fear, death and ruthless slaughter to deal with those poor people, while your legion will always be so glorious and great. All the bad things and cursed things are left to me and my descendants?" Clarks said with pain, his facial muscles twitching.

On Deliverance, Clarks led his miners and civilians in a rebellion against the tyranny of his homeworld. After the unexpected arrival of the Imperial Rogue Trader warship, Clarks used this fleet to successfully overthrow the tyrannical techno-warlord. Then, with the Emperor's arrival, Clarks returned to the Imperial family. The Emperor promised Clarks the right to rule the system as he wished and to establish his own legion.

Originally, Clarks respected the Emperor's generosity and support, and enthusiastically brought many of his brothers from the Savior Planet to join the Legion. However, when he reunited with his Terran descendants, he found that what he wanted was completely different from what his brother offered.

What was the 19th Legion doing at this time? Covert operations and infiltration were indeed their primary duties, but they also undertook tasks such as quelling riots. Using terror to force other worlds into submission, this caused Clarks great pain, as he discovered that many of the riots on worlds were not caused by the will of the civilians, but rather by the brutal oppression! As Clarks walked across the ruined planet, seeing the hatred and fear in the eyes of the survivors, and the corrupt and fat bureaucrats, Clarks could no longer bear it. He vowed to change his Legion and its destiny!

"No, Klax, my brother, we simply have different missions. We are all legions of the Empire, the sword and shield that defend it. We share the same honor," Horus said somewhat awkwardly. Horus also had his own theories. Currently, besides the Luna Wolves, three other legions followed Horus: the 19th, 3rd, and 14th Legions.

The Fourteenth Legion is the finest heavy infantry, the linchpin of the line, the indestructible dam on the front lines. The Luna Wolves are the mainstay, the highest expression of the Imperium's armed might. They are the engine of every battle. The Third Legion, few in number but of exceptional pedigree, are the Imperium's diplomats, the face of the Empire. They are Horus's tools for conquering the enemy without a fight.

The 19th Legion, or what Krakus called the Raven Guard, was skilled in assassination and covert warfare, and had indeed done some dirty work before. Horus's point was, since the 19th Legion was so effective, then let it continue that way... As for letting the Sons of Horus do such a thing? He was unwilling to do it.

"No, Horus, you don't understand me. My home planet has been exploited like this before, and now you want me to do the things that I hated the most back then? This is absolutely not allowed. I swear, my legion and I will never do this again. If you want, let your Luna Wolves do it." Clarks said firmly.

"You are disobeying orders! Our father gave you to me, so I have the right to teach you. And your behavior clearly..."

"Enough, Horus, you treat us as a useful tool, nothing more! There are legions in the Empire that do this kind of thing, and you insist on giving the task to me. Tell me, Horus, why do you do this?" Clarks was obviously angry.

"Brothers, I think there is no need for us to escalate our tactical differences to this extent." Fugen spoke, trying to persuade the two brothers.

"Horus, our little brother is clearly having trouble letting go of certain things due to his past experiences. As Primarchs, our brothers clearly have a certain degree of autonomy to do what they want, don't they? And Krakus, your troops are the most proficient in stealth operations, and the essence of the art of war is to achieve the greatest victory with the least loss. We are the commanders of the legion, and we simply assign the right people to carry out the right tasks."

"If it were handed over to the 12th Legion or the 4th Legion, who knows what they would do. Perhaps only a pile of ruins would be left behind." Fugen's words were so appropriate and elegant, coupled with a harmless joke, that the atmosphere in the meeting room, which was already ready to explode, gradually cooled down.

"Krax, my brother, for now we still have to fight side by side, so can we keep this organization unchanged for now? After all, our two legions have been working together for decades. I will let other legions do those things you don't want to do, or entrust them to other expeditionary fleets." Horus adjusted his mood and said sincerely.

"Alright, I can guarantee the Legion's original organization remains unchanged for now," Clarks also conceded. "But there's one thing I hope your descendants will interfere with my Legion as little as possible. Your descendants are meddling in my Legion's affairs, and they've even teamed up with the Terrans in my Legion to harass the people on my home planet. This is unacceptable."

"I did not allow my descendants to interfere in the internal affairs of the Raven Guard. The exchanges between officers and soldiers of different legions are just a kind of association, an unofficial organization used to facilitate communication between officers and soldiers of each legion. Exchanges will promote progress and enhance understanding. Isn't this a good thing?" Horus said patiently.

"And this kind of warriors will also form gangs, small groups within a large group. What's even more unbearable is that within my legion, groups that obey the Shadow Moon Wolves have formed." Clarks said coldly.

"You are slandering me, Klax! I have never, ever thought of controlling my brother's legion." Horus's expression changed, and his previous kindness and smile disappeared. He looked at his brother with a dark expression.

"But they have indeed affected my management of the legion. Whenever I want to change something, there are always people who say, this is how we did it in the past, and I am the original leader of the legion." Clarks retorted.

"I think there may be some misunderstanding between you two. Perhaps the people below have indeed gone too far, or perhaps there's a misunderstanding. We should investigate first. Horus, Klax, we should calm down first, find the evidence, and then make improvements." Fulgrim jumped in again to smooth things over. At this moment, the conference room door opened, and Abaddon hurried forward. He looked at the two Primarchs, their faces flushed with arguing, and was stunned for a moment.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb our conversation between brothers?" Horus said dissatisfiedly.

"Something rather serious has happened," Abaddon said carefully.

"There is no war going on now, how could something big happen? Abaddon, you disappoint me so much." Horus frowned even more tightly. He missed Sigiannis very much now, because the latter could always handle things very well.

"Aichmand engaged in a conflict aboard the Raven Guard's Shadowfall warship," Abaddon said.

"I... Damn it, Abaddon, bring him here to me!" Horus felt that he was really unlucky today. Such a fierce conflict broke out when he was negotiating with his brother.

"How could this happen? I remember that the Legion Commander of Shadowfall, Dalson, had a good relationship with Eichmand." said Fugen.

"It wasn't a conflict between Eichmand and Dalson, it was Eichmand intervening in a conflict between Dalson and someone else..." Abaddon was sweating profusely, as this was truly, truly embarrassing. "On the Shadowfall, there was a team of newcomers from the Savior Planet. They had some conflict with Dalson, and Eichmand..."

"Horus, how do you explain this?" Klax stood up suddenly and roared at the embarrassed Horus. Just a moment ago, Horus was still assuring that he had not used the Warrior Society to influence the thoughts of other legions, but now, the slap in the face came too quickly...

"Perhaps it's just some misunderstanding. Let's deal with this matter now, my brother," Horus said. The meeting was immediately interrupted, and the Astropath immediately sent a communication, requesting the Legionaries aboard the Shadowfall to exercise restraint. The three Primarchs also prepared to head to the fleet to deal with the matter.

"Tell me, what's going on?" While Fulgrim was trying to persuade Clarks to remain calm, Horus and Abaddon came to a room. He was now eager to know the whole story. Horus had a vague feeling that this matter was not as simple as Abaddon had just said.

"Some of the new recruits from Savior Star have been assigned to various veteran companies, where they will learn warrior skills and techniques from the veterans." Abaddon began.

"Yes, this was the suggestion I made, and Clarks supported it at the time." Horus nodded.

"But there were some conflicts between the two sides. Of course, this is inevitable. After all, it's the military, and it's common for new recruits and veterans to disagree with each other."

"Get to the point." Horus frowned. It was obvious that the muscular captain in front of him didn't seem to know what he cared about most. Horus missed his Cyjanus even more.

"This conflict eventually evolved into a direct confrontation between the two sides, and in this confrontation, Dalson was at a disadvantage. So, young Horus Eichmand happened to be present, and he clearly stood on Dalson's side and was also involved in the conflict." Abaddon said.

"No, why is this happening? What is Eichmand doing? Doesn't he think I have enough troubles? Can't Sejanus keep an eye on you when he's not with me? You bunch of troublemakers." This time, Horus was a little upset, because no matter what the cause was, it was wrong for Eichmand to rashly intervene in the conflict within the 19th Legion, especially in such a thorny conflict between the old and new factions of the legion.

"Wait, I know Dalson. He is a very good legion soldier and his subordinates are also elite. Could it be that they can be at a disadvantage when facing a group of miners from the Savior Star?" Horus suddenly said.

"Yes, we are in a disadvantageous position. Eichmand is also recruiting people from other warrior societies. It is obvious that he and Dalson are unable to control the situation." Abaddon said.

"Always causing me trouble! Damn it. How could this happen?" Horus said with a headache.

"Convey my order. All Luna Wolves personnel are not allowed to intervene in this battle! Also, contact Eichmand directly and ask him to stop immediately!" Horus ordered.

"My lord, the communication of Shadowfall has been cut off. It seems that their signal tower has been destroyed and the entire battleship cannot contact the outside world." A few minutes later, a message that surprised Horus came from the communicator.

"How could this happen?" Horus composed himself and left the room. He now had to appease Klax, who was also on the verge of a rage. Getting both sides to stop fighting was also a difficult problem. After all, even if the Primarch arrived in person, getting everyone to stop fighting immediately on a massive warship that resembled a floating city would be difficult.

"Let the Mechanicus prepare to cut into the information network of this battleship. Our first priority is to understand the situation of this battleship." Fugen gave a suggestion.

"Okay, we must at least understand what happened on board." As the Mechanicus worked hard to access the control system, the three Primarchs saw a scene. Eichmand and his Luna Wolves stared in horror at the distant darkness. From the darkness, a figure emerged.

Chapter 157 Shadow Sword Saint Sharokin

"How could this happen?" The muscles on Horus Eichmand's face trembled. He hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Clearly, no matter how this conflict started, it had already exceeded his expectations.

In reality, today's events had begun simply. A conflict had arisen between Raven Guard Captain Dalson, a Terran, and Sharokin, a new recruit from the planet of salvation. The cause of the conflict was simple: Dalson believed that as a veteran, a leader, the newcomers should show respect for their elders. After all, he had been a Legionnaire for many years, possessing considerable experience and honor.

Sharokin, however, believed that some of Dalson and his company's actions in previous battles were wrong, such as harming innocent people and using weapons and methods without restraint. (Before Clarks's return, there were times when the difference between the Night Lords of the 19th Legion and the 8th Legion was not that great.)

An argument ensued, with Dalson, acting as a senior, demanding an apology for Sharokin's words and actions. Sharokin, however, claimed that Sharokin had betrayed his superhuman body and the Primarch's trust, saying their actions were no different from those of executioners and butchers. He claimed that Dalson and his companions were unworthy of the title of Protector of Humanity. With neither side refusing to yield, the situation escalated. Dalson decided to offer his opponent a "physical" solution.

However, what Dalson and his Raven veterans hadn't anticipated was the incredible strength of this man named Sharokin. Even without full power armor, he nearly knocked Dalson out with a single blow! He then retreated into the shadows. Meanwhile, young Horus Eichmand happened to be visiting. Upon hearing the news, he first made a slightly sarcastic joke to Dalson, then offered to help him deal with this clueless newcomer. However, Eichmand overlooked the fact that this new recruit was from the Deliverer Planet...

Eichmand was a bit overwhelmed, but one of his men was more understanding. He persuaded Eichmand to mediate rather than get involved, and contacted Abaddon via the communicator. Abaddon then informed Horus. When Horus tried to stop the incident, the Shadowfall's communication was severed. The reason was simple: Sharokin had cut off the communication in order to prevent more Luna Wolves from joining the conflict.

At this point, with the help of the Mechanicus, the three Primarchs could see what was happening on the ship, but were unable to intervene. Then, the three witnessed Sharokin's first battle, which made him famous.

"Your face reminds me of your Primarch." A shadowy figure appeared before Horus Jr. and his teammates. Sharokin wore only light armor; having not yet completed his transformation, he couldn't use standard Space Marine armor. He held two swords: one was the common chainsword issued to new recruits, and the other was a finely crafted power sword. Seeing the power sword, Eichmand's eyelids twitched. He recognized it; it was Dalson's sword. Clearly, this man had defeated the veteran of the 19th Legion.

"He was a man surrounded by glory, and you represent his dark side. Recklessness, arrogance, and pride are all found in you," Sharokin said. His voice was a little hoarse. "You shouldn't have been an accomplice to the evil. Dalson is a butcher, and you are an accomplice."

"Damn it, you don't know what fighting is. We are warriors. We are strong, brave, and noble. There is an insurmountable boundary between us and those mortals! It's wrong for you to judge us by worldly good and evil." Little Horus said, holding the sword tightly in his hand.

"Born noble? You?" Sharokin chuckled. "You don't deserve it!"

"Die, you vile creature!" Eichmand strode forward, hurling through the corridor like a whirlwind, intent on giving this man a good lesson with his sword. Suddenly, a flash of dark lightning seemed to flash before his eyes. His rich combat experience and keen perception allowed him to barely dodge the blow, the chainsword's single-element blade barely brushing against his nose. However, just as he was about to strike back, another power sword stabbed from his ribs like a venomous snake. Facing the unimaginable blow, Eichmand dodged it with an ungainly roll.

Sharokin's combat prowess seems incredibly high. He twice killed Lucius, the Flawless Chosen of the S, and even shot Fulgrim in the head with a sniper rifle. Perhaps Fulgrim was aware of this, but Pixar, who was also present, genuinely didn't notice Sharokin. More importantly, Sharokin managed to escape after the headshot... right in front of two Primarchs! Even more legendary, Sharokin later discovered an Alpha pretending to be Iron Hand, claiming to be Alpharius. And even after the Heresy, Sharokin survived. This guy is simply legendary. Therefore, in this setting, Sharokin is a T0-level player in assassination and duels, definitely not one that Horus Eichmand could challenge.

Then, Sharokin passed Eichmander like a flash of black lightning. At that moment, several Luna Wolves soldiers had already rushed up from behind Eichmander, and Sharokin decided to eliminate the weak ones first! Thus, the three Sons of Horus swordsmen were surrounded by a storm of shadows. They brandished their swords, trying to block the attack, but Sharokin always attacked with the utmost speed and the most incredible angles. The two weapons did not even make a sound of collision, and Sharokin's power sword successfully severed the power armor's power supply line.

A few minutes later, Sharokin and Eichmander were the only two people left standing in the corridor.