Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Chapter 165 Boss Pi Met His Rival

"Foster father, you're looking for me." Perturabo walked into the palace of his foster father, Damikos. He hadn't seen him in over three months. During that time, he had led his foster father's legions on campaigns across the country, suppressing disobedience. This was a job he had done for a long time. Perturabo didn't particularly enjoy war, but his foster father had told him that Olympia needed a common voice. Only after unification could Perturabo's true wish be realized. So he did.

"Something serious has happened in the Corinthian mountains. A city-state has opposed our rule and has defeated our legions, leaving my generals helpless. Perturabo, you are my best son and my heir. I hope you can resolve this," said Damikos.

"I will, father. Give me three days and I will go there myself and solve the problem." Perturabo said expressionlessly.

"Okay, go meet your sister. She hasn't seen you for a long time and misses you very much. You can have a week's vacation, rest well, and then go back to work." Damikos said.

"Yes, father," Perturabo said, bowing. A faint smile played on his lips as he lowered his head. His sister, Caliph, was one of the few people he could feel close to and friendly with, because she truly understood his talents, his troubles, and his heart.

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"My brother, you are so reckless. You don't know how terrifying the new overlord of Corinth is. He can kill thousands of people by himself. Although he didn't do that, he only captured them or released a small number of them. But there is no doubt that he is a powerful and terrifying opponent, an existence like you." After listening to Perturabo's words, Kelly Fanny said with some concern.

"A being like me? No, at least not in this world, my sister." Perturabo said with a smile. If anyone else had said that, he would have certainly punched them hard to get them to reconsider their words. But facing his sister, seeing her eyes filled with concern and worry, Perturabo enjoyed this kind of care from his family.

"You should have done the same as you did at the beginning, carefully collecting intelligence, making precise deployments, and equipped with a well-equipped army. You said that war is a rigorous science, and the slightest carelessness will lead to unpredictable consequences. Moreover, if possible, I feel that the new overlord of Corinth is someone who can be won over through negotiations. He is completely different from other overlords. He advocates technology and rationality. In a short period of time, he has rebuilt this city-state from scratch. Although he possesses great power, he is not keen on killing. He let go of many people who were unwilling to submit to him, and won the respect of his enemies." said Caliph.

"This is contrary to my father's orders," Perturabo said.

"Corinth is just a remote and insignificant place. If possible, I hope you can be safe, or take this opportunity to find a like-minded friend. Our father said that diplomacy is also a tool of rulers. War is only the last and helpless choice." said Caliph.

"Friends? No, my sister, I will not have like-minded friends in Olympia because my existence is special. From the perspective of probability and data, there will not be another one." Perturabo still had a smile on his face.

"You are always so conceited, my brother. It is not good for you to do this. You need real friends."

"Okay, sister, let's relax and talk about art and architecture. War is always so boring and uninteresting. I'm already fed up outside." Perturabo said.

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"Son of the Stars, this is the plan for the new urban area and the factory construction plan. Please take a look." A Corinthian official respectfully handed a document to the tall new ruler.

The people of Corinth affectionately called this new ruler the Son of the Stars, for he and his companions had landed in the city-state aboard a spaceship that had fallen from space. As the massive wreckage of the ship descended, blazing with flames, everyone was filled with trepidation and discontent. But then, they discovered that the towering giant who emerged from the ship was a natural leader and savior. Calling himself Tyr, the giant easily defeated the forces that surrounded him. Then, officials throughout Corinth were screened, retaining those with high moral character while those with questionable moral character were subjected to labor reform. Corrupt individuals were dealt with, and the seized wealth was distributed to the needy citizens.

Later, Tyre, who became the ruler of Corinth, brought great surprise to his subjects. They began to build the city, developing transportation, industry, education, and agriculture. It seemed there was nothing this Son of the Stars couldn't master. He created a prosperous and powerful Corinth. Everyone was filled with confidence in the future, and everyone revered him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Very good, put it here. Collins, thank you for your hard work." The clone of the Lord of Radiance, who goes by the alias Tyr, said with satisfaction.

"This game is so fun! It feels like being a supercomputer data center in the Federation again," the Lord of Radiance said with emotion, leaning back in his chair. Honestly, the Lord of Radiance truly missed the peaceful days of humanity's golden age. And he truly enjoyed construction and farming games. For now, regardless of the missions, the Lord of Radiance felt a sense of accomplishment at having actually built a civilization.

However, he had a mission here. Comprehensive intelligence revealed that Damikos, the overlord of the planet Olympia, was about to make a comeback, and his most powerful war machine was about to make its debut. He was the target of the Lord of Radiance's mission: Primarch Perturabo!

"Why don't we talk first?" The Lord of Radiance pondered for a moment, then picked up his pen, preparing to write a personal letter. They sat down together to chat. Avoiding war if possible, the Lord of Radiance looked toward Corinth, the city he had founded, a tenderness in his eyes. He had been in hiding for tens of thousands of years, never expecting to be able to reenter human civilization. This hadn't been easy, and he cherished it deeply.

As for whether Perturabo would resort to trickery, the Lord of Radiance wasn't worried. All he had to do was be prepared. While there were glimmers of civilization on this planet, they were still just sparks. In his eyes, it was extremely rudimentary. Even with a technical prowess like Perturabo, without supporting facilities and a large number of technicians, he still couldn't achieve a high level of skill.

(The author couldn't find any information about the level of civilization on Olympia in the background, so I'll assume they had a certain level of industry and technology, but not enough to venture into space. They did have some industrial capacity. During the Great Crusade, Olympia's shipyards were capable of building the Glorious Queen. The Night Lords' Glorious Queen-class flagship, the Nightfall, was also built in Olympia's shipyards. However, there's no information mentioning Olympia's space flight capabilities before the Emperor's arrival, so I'll assume they had a certain level of industrial capacity for now.)

More than ten minutes later, the Lord of Radiance handed a diplomatic letter with sincere words to one of his subordinates, and this subordinate would deliver it to Perturabo through special channels. As for what to do next, that was Perturabo's choice.

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"I didn't expect to receive a diplomatic letter instead of a surrender document. I'm truly disappointed." When the letter landed in Perturabo's hands, he felt a subtle sense of disappointment, mixed with a touch of excitement. Perturabo knew he was a genius, perhaps even a jack of all trades. His talents had been evident from a very early age. Over the decades of his life, he had already accomplished countless miracles. He was an unparalleled scholar, philosopher, and warlord.

On the battlefield, he was unrivaled. Yet, now, a man, disregarding his past glory and victories, had issued a request for peace. Shouldn't this be considered submission and capitulation? How could such a man have the courage to confront me? Perturabo was mired in suspicion, then a touch of anger. He felt this man had insulted his intellect and honor. But then, a glimmer of hope returned. After all, the ruler of a newly prosperous city-state like Corinth couldn't be ignorant and uninformed. And yet, he was now provoking him. Could he truly have something to rely on?

Fighting a so-called master and then defeating him was one of the few pleasures Perturabo enjoyed on the battlefield. So, now Perturabo was actually looking forward to meeting him.

After thinking for a moment, Perturabo wrote a reply to the Lord of Radiance. In the letter, he did not use a single curse word, but he expressed his disdain for this enemy. He also stated that he would bring his troops to meet the enemy at the designated time and place.

"As a token of my kindness, I can meet with you. But if you still refuse to submit to me after the meeting, my army will destroy everything you cherish. And on your corpse and the ruins of the city-state, a new and greater city-state will be rebuilt. And all of this will belong to me, Perturabo, the God of War of this planet!" Boss Pi wrote at the end of his reply.

After completing this reply, Perturabo decided to prepare early and set out with his army. He agreed to the meeting, but he also took precautions. He would first have scouts survey the surrounding terrain. Then, he would deploy his forces in advance, creating a defensive pocket around the meeting point. Only then would he arrive at the designated time. Although Perturabo was extremely confident in his abilities, his mechanical precision and meticulousness made him prepare early.

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"That's about it." After receiving Perturabo's reply, the Lord of Radiance naturally understood that this battle was inevitable. Of course, he wasn't worried about it, because behind him were eight loyal and reliable subordinates. These subordinates had a special name in the DA's secret vault: the Extinction Machine! Unlike the DA's many restricted items, the Lord of Radiance's bodyguards were more comprehensive and powerful!

"So, what should I tell Perturabo?" The Lord of Radiance stroked his chin. "There's always someone better than you. How will this twisted fellow view me? A lifelong enemy? Or a formidable adversary? What will he do? Chase me with all his might, or seek help from outside forces?"

The Lord of Radiance pondered, searching for a solution. As the saying goes, killing someone is easy; changing their mind is the most difficult. He had already mapped out countless scenarios, a plan for how to end the fight once it began. According to his logic, some scenarios were temporarily relegated to the back burner due to their low probability. A day later, the Lord of Radiance completed his final preparations and then led his men to the scheduled meeting place.

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"Sir, everything is ready. As long as you decide to take action, we can blow the opposite side to the ground." A subordinate reported respectfully to Perturabo.

"Very good, prepare everything. If the other side refuses to accept our mercy, destroy them." After saying this, Perturabo stood up and walked away. At this time, he was already wearing full body power armor, heavy armor, various weapons all over his body, and the power hammer he personally forged in his hand. He walked towards the battlefield as usual, raised his head and observed the situation on the opposite side.

The near-desertion of the city in the distance made him feel uneasy. He wasn't worried about the other party breaking their promise. The enemy might flee, but his city and his men couldn't. If he flinched, Corinth would bear his wrath in his place. And from the words between the lines, Perturabo judged that the other party cherished everything in Corinth.

"Sir, it's an airplane. They are coming in some kind of aircraft." Information came from the observation post in the distance.

"Get ready." Perturabo looked up, his superhuman vision allowing him to spot a figure darting through the mountains. Half an hour later, the strange-looking aircraft arrived at the battlefield. As its massive hatch opened, a tall figure and his guards emerged. When Perturabo saw the figure before him, his heartbeat slowed, and his pupils shrank to the size of needles, foreshadowing danger. An unprecedented sense of crisis gripped him.

Perturabo looked at the figure in the distance, observing him closely. His innate mechanical intuition and innate talent for understanding led him to a terrifying conclusion: This wasn't a human! It was a machine! An extremely sophisticated and terrifying being! Meanwhile, the Lord of Radiance also looked at Perturabo, his target!

Chapter 166: The First Meeting with Mr. Pi (6K, Blade Extra)

"It's incredible." The Lord of Radiance was also observing Perturabo on the opposite side. The distance between the two was not close. The various detection devices on this body collected information, and then processed and calculated it. The conclusion was that the primarch on the opposite side had realized the danger, and seemed to have seen his true nature!

This conclusion was so absurd, it was one of the most unlikely of the countless scenarios the Lord of Radiance had imagined, yet it happened to him! Even though he had been prepared, facing this situation, the Lord of Radiance had to admit deep down that these Primarchs were truly uncanny!

"So, after realizing that the situation is beyond your expectations, what will you do?" The Lord of Radiance looked at the Primarch in the distance without moving. He was waiting for the other party's decision.

For a moment, Perturabo's mind went blank. In all his decades of life, he had never been so bewildered, nor had he ever encountered something so unexpected. Something so absurd and irrational appeared before him, and he had to solve it.

Perturabo is special, and he knows his own specialness. He is proud of his absolutely rational and scientific brain. He is born with knowledge. When his adoptive father puts a weapon in front of him, he can tell how the weapon is made and how the materials are produced at a glance, and then easily replicate everything.

But today, he saw the other side, but couldn't see through it. He could only conclude that it was some terrifying technological artifact, but he had no idea how it was made. Of course, this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that he felt the other side's strength. Just a few people made him feel that they could deal with thousands of troops. This was not an illusion. Perturabo had never had an illusion in his life. His feelings were always the truth, no matter how absurd or outrageous the logic.

"Sir, please give the orders." The fighting spirit of his subordinates came from Pertu Bola's earphones.

"I..." Perturabo hesitated, turning his head slightly to look at his army. Although these mortals were so weak, although he felt they were unworthy of his intelligence, at this moment, when he wanted to launch an attack, he hesitated. After all, these people worshiped him, followed him, carried out his orders, and assisted him in ruling this planet. Was he going to throw these men into the fire?

Reason told him to retreat, as he felt his chances of success were slim. But he also knew he couldn't just walk away. That would be a sign of weakness, and the enemy might press further. And if he failed, what would become of his family? Speaking of family, his adoptive father barely counted, and his sister was one. Perturabo hesitated, unsure what to do. He was now under pressure beyond his capacity.

"I come for peace, understanding, civilization and construction, Perturabo. I have no ill intentions, I just think we should talk. Simple and crude rule by war is not desirable. And you are a good enough person, I hope to communicate with you." The Lord of Radiance spoke.

"I don't like killing. You should know my past. I didn't kill the captives brutally, and my fighting was just a brief one. I came here with sincerity. What about you?" asked the Lord of Glory.

"I'm willing to talk!" Perturabo's voice boomed like thunder. He raised his hammer and swung it, sending the legions retreating. His guards followed closely, but Perturabo stopped them with a glance. He walked alone toward the distant Lord of Radiance. A moment later, the Lord of Radiance also approached, responding to Perturabo's offer. Several of the Extinction Machines were left behind.

"You have a disciplined and loyal army." When the two sides were within a few meters of each other, the Lord of Radiance spoke.

Upon hearing these words, Perturabo's face twisted, a deep malice rising from his heart. "Is he humiliating me? My army is vulnerable before him, and he can easily destroy my troops, yet he speaks like this. He must be trying to elevate himself by humiliating me." Perturabo stared at the Lord of Radiance.

"Hiss... Are you crazy? I meant it as a compliment." The Radiant Lord instantly sensed Perturabo's thoughts. That's right, he sensed them. Balder had given the Radiant Lord a buff, and that was it. It granted the Radiant Lord the ability to read people's minds. While this ability was limited, it was highly effective against someone like Perturabo who rarely concealed his thoughts.

"I don't mean to insult you. Your army is indeed well-disciplined, and they love and admire you as their commander very much," explained the Lord of Radiance.

"So what? I'm still vulnerable to your terrifying machine!" Perturabo said angrily. "If possible, I'd rather have a group of advanced and perfect mechanical steel warriors. They have no fear, absolutely obey, and will not be shaken by anything. Only they can carry out my flawless plan. The humans here are too fragile and cowardly."

"Haha." The Lord of Radiance laughed. His clone looked at the somewhat embarrassed and angry Perturabo and laughed, as if he was looking at a young child.

"Child born extraordinary, are you willing to listen to the story of me, an old man who has lived and fought in the galaxy for tens of thousands of years?" the Lord of Radiance said. "I am not some alien. I am a technological creation born during humanity's heyday, a product of technology you cannot even imagine. In that era, humanity and we were so prosperous. Adhering to rational and scientific principles, our ancestors used technology to benefit all of human society. Morally noble and talented individuals ruled the stars. What a wonderful era it was."

"Hmph, a utopian fantasy, a product of philosophers' conjectures," Perturabo retorted with a snort. "If such a perfect world truly existed, how did it fall? Was it due to a stronger enemy? Or internal problems? Whatever the problem, it proves it's imperfect. Perfect things don't perish; they're either weak against external enemies or rotten from within." Perturabo eloquently refuted the Lord of Radiance's words.

"Did I ever say this was a perfect world?" The Lord of Radiance expressed surprise. "I simply said it was a beautiful era. Compared to you today, being born in that era was a blessing. Perfection doesn't exist. All intelligent beings strive for excellence, but the standards for excellence vary, and their definitions of such beautiful words as excellence and perfection also differ. And as their horizons broaden, they always discover new problems."

"It's like you think an emotionless army that can perfectly execute your orders is the best. I can tell you that you're wrong. Such armies abounded in my time. But neither your wisdom nor mine can fully cope with every situation in war. We need assistants, and we need them to offer valuable, insightful advice. War is diverse and uncertain. The so-called complete mastery of information and selection of the optimal solution do not actually exist. Do you understand me?"

"I miss that glorious era. I know the potential of human civilization, so I came here hoping to rebuild this glorious era. An era where wise and noble people control the direction of civilization's progress, an era that keeps moving forward and is full of hope," said the Lord of Glory.

"Haha, that's really beautiful." Perturabo seemed to be somewhat moved by this utopian fantasy. "I think I'm more suited to being a scholar and designer, not a tool that only knows how to kill."

"I agree with some of your ideas, but don't act like a senior and lecture me, robot!" Perturabo said angrily. His rages were sometimes so sudden, catching people off guard. "You only possess accumulated skills and knowledge, but what I lack will be made up with time. I will eventually become stronger than you!"

At this moment, he was deeply shocked. After analyzing the other party's words and the information he had gathered, he, a master of technology and logic, confirmed that what he said made sense. If he only pursued technology and logic, this person who suddenly appeared before him had indeed gone further than he did. After all, he had created a group of thinking machines, a group of machines with steel bodies but also human thoughts and emotions. Perturabo thought to himself as he glanced at the guards behind the Lord of Radiance.

Moreover, he could feel that this robot had indeed come here with good intentions, because if he just wanted to rule, the entire planet would surrender.

At this moment, he was caught in a paradox—a paradox about himself. In his vision, a cold and ruthless mechanical army was the best. This army, built on logic, technology, and computing power, was efficient and infallible. However, the enemy's technology was already more than enough to meet Perturabo's vision. So why would he design his own thoughts for those perfect and obedient machines? Was it because he himself was not perfect enough? That seemed to be the only explanation.

"I am different from you, robot," Perturabo spoke again. "Perhaps because of your designer, you have imperfections, so you need the advice of others. But I am different. Once I master sufficient knowledge, I can use numbers, formulas, and logic to build a perfect army, a perfect city, and even a perfect planet."

"I doubt that," the Lord of Radiance said. Hearing this, Perturabo gripped his hammer even tighter. He tried to destroy something, but his mind told him the creature before him was dangerous and deadly.

"Want to vent some steam?" The Radiant Lord smiled, approaching Perturabo. "Come here. Let me see your strength." The Radiant Lord pointed to his head. A moment later, Perturabo's hammer roared down, its impact like a head-on collision with a super-heavy tank. The powerful boundary field devoured and shattered the Radiant Lord's shell, sending the Radiant Lord's clone flying sideways under the immense force.

"I said it! I am unique! I am the best!" Perturabo gasped. Just now, he delivered his best blow. The force of this blow was so great that it knocked the guy who had just humiliated him sideways. His superhuman vision allowed him to capture the opponent's situation. Half of his head and chest were flattened. If it was a human, he would be dead!

"Nice power! I sense your rage and destructive tendencies. Deep within your mind, which pursues reason and technology, lies a beast, a beast of arrogance and conceit." The Lord of Radiance stood up, shook his head, and his crushed body instantly returned to its original shape. Perturabo, witnessing this, was stunned with astonishment.

"Is this witchcraft?" Perturabo had seen similar descriptions in various texts.

"No, it's just time reversal. I simply returned my body to the moment before you attacked me." The Lord of Radiance shook his head. "This involves knowledge of space and time, as well as the ability to fix an object's state and reverse it." (Time reversal technology exists in Warhammer, and the Imperial Guards are equipped with it.)

"Alright, as an elder, my tolerance for the younger generation ends here," the Lord of Radiance said. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he instantly locked the internal control system of Perturabo's power armor.

"Machines are rigid. The flip side of their precision is inflexibility. They have no concept of loyalty. A simple electronic virus can cause them to turn their weapons against their masters. So, in a sense, machines are also the most unreliable. As long as they can find the right method, in just a moment, the enemy can deprive you of everything."

"Your so-called perfection is merely your own imagination. I hardly even bother to refute you." The Lord of Radiance looked at the struggling Perturabo, whose immense strength had forcibly freed him from the restraints of his power armor. He glared in anger at the man who had toyed with him. Yet, he chose not to act rashly. Perturabo's fury and rage alternated with his rationality and logic. His anger might drive him to extremes, but sometimes, his reason would pull him out of his rage. For example, right now. Perturabo knew he was no match for his opponent, and that his patience was not limitless.

"You are a fine person, and therefore, I tolerate some of your behavior," the Lord of Radiance said. He soon sensed that Perturabo's anger had subsided somewhat. Pressure alone wasn't enough; after the beating, there had to be some sweetness.

"But it's obvious that your bad temper and arrogance have hindered your progress, and some of your thinking problems have also affected your judgment and decision-making. I can see that you are not living a happy life, and I can also feel your disgust for war. You are a genius with a desire to create and build. You are eager to use your intelligence and talents to benefit mankind, rather than simply to kill." said the Lord of Glory.

"Creation and art. Haha, those are nothing but vassals of power. As long as those in power wave their hands, those so-called artists will keep bragging, even bragging about things that never existed." Perturabo remembered what his father had said to him.

"So, this ruler was like this decades ago, and he is still like this now. He cannot make progress because his bad ideas have fettered the progress of him and his country. He values ​​his rule rather than the development of human civilization. Isn't that right?" said the Lord of Glory.

"Of course, even so, his art of ruling is still far superior to mine. At least he was able to establish a fairly effective, top-down system. But what about you? While you have no shortage of followers and admirers, you treat them as worthless. In ancient Terra, there's a discipline called management, which talks about how to make systems more efficient and how to make a group more combat-ready. You're so outstanding, but you're truly lacking in management. You disdain communicating with your subordinates, and instead fantasize about relying on so-called machines that won't betray you to achieve your own ambitions."

"To be honest, if I were your enemy, I would like opponents like you the most." The Lord of Glory said with a smile.

"Our battle is over, Perturabo. If you seek to build rather than destroy, then your greatest obstacle will not be me, but within your own ranks. Your father and family will need to be persuaded, those who oppose you and are incompetent will need to be removed, and those corrupt and greedy will need to be dealt with. You should know that it is scholars, artisans, and people of high moral character who truly bring progress to this civilization. Rage and brutality, cunning and greed are the cancer of civilization."

"Sometimes I find it hard to understand you. You're a hot-tempered person, but most of the time, you follow orders. You have your own opinions on many things, but you're reluctant to share them with others. Truly, you're quite contradictory," the Lord of Radiance said. He now truly understood what Perturabo meant by "twisted."

"Don't worry about my affairs. I can handle everything. I will defeat you one day, in all aspects, whether it is military, technology or all other aspects." Perturabo said.

"Then I welcome our competition and mutual learning." The Lord of Radiance said with a smile.

"Compete and learn from each other?" Perturabo looked at the other party. He acknowledged in his heart that the other party was strong and excellent. Maybe he would really defeat him in the end, but his proposal did seem good?

"Well, the war is over. In the future, the city-state I lead will definitely be better than your Corinth!" Perturabo said.

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The battle ended, and the Lord of Radiance reported the day's events to Balder. Perturabo returned to his city-state, ready to impose his will upon it. He had fought enough wars, and he was tired. The flatterers and parasites in his adoptive father's court were too numerous, clearly hindering his plans. From now on, Perturabo had a new competitor, a man of exceptional talent, or as he put it, an AI, a thinking machine created by humans in the Golden Age.

Although Perturabo had felt unprecedented frustration during their previous encounter, after calming down, he actually began to enjoy this feeling, because he recognized the other person's talent and wisdom. If his sister was the only person who could understand him spiritually, then this guy was someone who resonated with him in terms of wisdom and technology. This feeling was wonderful, making him realize that he was no longer unique, no longer alone.

"One day, I will surpass him in every aspect, defeat him, and make him bow down to me!" said Perturabo.

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"This is fucking tough." Balder felt a bit of a headache looking at the information provided by the Lord of Radiance. As he knew, Boss Pi was a very difficult guy. Simply put, he wouldn't give in to anything. His mind was extremely twisted, and it was indeed difficult to cultivate positive core values ​​in him.

Some might ask, "Could we just go along with Boss Pi and let him work on infrastructure?" Well, Boss Pi's temper is natural; it doesn't become less so just because he does something... He'll punish his soldiers for poor performance, even if they're not doing it right. So, if his employees' performance doesn't satisfy him, will he treat them well? This tyrannical and selfish nature is the crux of his problem.

The first thing the Lord of Radiance did was to make Boss Pi realize that he wasn't all that great. Using various tactics, he learned to listen to others' opinions. Only after his overweening ego was shattered could other plans be implemented. Once Boss Pi realized that neither he nor he could do everything, he began to value those around him, much like how people, faced with difficulties, always seek help and comfort from others.

As for what if Mr. Pi insisted on going all the way? No problem, the Radiant Lord's southern wall was strong enough. Now Perturabo realized that his head was not as strong as the wall...

What if that doesn't work? Balder and the gods of order will have to consider other means to change Mr. Pi's fate and character.

"It's still early, let's talk about it later." Balder stopped thinking about Boss Pi for the time being. He had to deal with another matter at this time, that is, Khan and his Fifth Legion. Balder believed that Khan and the Fifth Legion should play a greater role in the future war.

Chapter 167: Joe Goulis's Trip

If you were to ask how the Fifth Legion and their Primarch fared during the Great Crusade, I'd say they were truly incredible. Throughout the Heresy, the Fifth Legion's performance was exceptional. Using its meager forces, they effectively delayed the Rebellion for three years, buying precious time for Terra's defense. If Dorn is the rock, and Sanguinius's sacrifice paved the way for the Emperor's demise of Horus, then the Khan's efforts were the precious time gained for all of this. His contributions were immense. As one of the three pillars of the Imperium's defense, they far outweighed those of the U-Regiment and the Dark Angels, who ultimately failed to arrive in time. As for the Space Wolves? Ummmm, there's simply no comparison.

Bader had analyzed the Fifth Legion, and honestly, it was a truly remarkable one. While their tactical style emphasized mobile warfare, that didn't mean they couldn't fight tough battles. It was simply that the Khan was accustomed to exploiting the enemy's weaknesses during movement and then eliminating them. If a decisive offensive was necessary, they were capable of it, as seen in the Battle of Terra, when they recaptured Lion's Gate Starport.

The Legion's commanders were also exceptionally talented. In terms of psychic powers, there was Yesugei, a master of psychic powers who even the Chaos Gods admired. The fact that he single-handedly activated the first Golden Throne and sent the Khan's fleet back to Terra was enough to engender immortality.

In terms of commanders, Jubahan is known as a powerful figure who can be compared with Abaddon, Black Knight and others. Although he was ultimately inferior to Abaddon in the duel and was killed by the latter, his level is also T1 level.

As for Qin Xia, the leader of the Khan's Qiexue, he was also a formidable figure. During the Battle of Karim Stargate, this formidable figure faced Eidolon, the renowned Lord Commander of the Emperor's son, known as the "Gaggle Man." During the clash, Qin Xia was initially in the ascendancy, needing only a final strike, but was severely wounded by Eidolon's modified "Gaggle Man." This demonstrates the exceptional skill of this Qiexue leader. If he hadn't failed to understand his enemy, he wouldn't have lost.

As for Shere Khan, this Terran-born high-ranking member of the Fifth Legion was originally pro-Horus and even launched a rebellion. However, in the final battle to cover Khan's evacuation, he almost took out Mortarion by detonating the Legion's Glorious Queen battleship, the Bladestorm. It is no exaggeration to say that he was both brave and resourceful.

But are there any problems with the Khan and the Fifth Legion? Of course, there are. This cavalry monarch's farming skills were utterly terrible. The White Scars Legion, prior to the Heresy, numbered only approximately 9.5 men. What's the point? The White Scars were essentially the smallest legion, smaller only by the Raven Guard and Thousand Sons in the background. They were comparable to Mortarion's Death Guard, making them one of the smallest legions.