Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"But Sharokin is really my brother in life and death..." Clarks seemed to have resisted the silver bullet attack.

"Just consider it as helping our good brother. Rus met Dorn, and then the two sides had a conversation on the training ground. And Balder will also meet another brother of ours. The Space Wolves just helped us, so we should at least show some appreciation." Ferrus said earnestly.

"Well, if it's just this once, it's not a big deal," Clarks said after a moment's thought. With Clarks's agreement, Sharokin, the Crow of Death, was about to embark on his new journey.

"Alright then. Secondly, I've already arranged the formation of a versatile, composite combat group. Just follow my plan," Ferrus said confidently. Ferrus had long had an idea for Clarks's army, and now, he could finally put it into action.

"This..." Clarks was a bit distraught as he looked at Ferrus's plan. The battle group described in the plan was enormous, boasting over 200 fighters, numerous Stormbirds and Thunderhawks, and at least six Bear gunships, along with numerous fast units, infantry, Dreadnoughts, and accompanying logistics and support units. This Stormcrow battle group was essentially a revamped version of Ferrus's air assault groups and the Imperial Fists' strike groups, equipped with the technical equipment of the Iron Hands and the flexible squad configuration of the Luna Wolves.

Indeed, this formation also incorporated the Luna Wolves' system. Although Ferrus and Horus didn't have a good relationship, he was quite willing to accept some of the latter's Legion's tactics. After the previous exercise, Ferrus carefully studied the Luna Wolves' tactical system and absorbed valuable insights. He then applied them to his own Legion. Ferrus actually quite admired Horus's methods.

A large number of fighters, coordinated with Bear gunships, secured air superiority and opened a path. Stormbirds and transports then moved in, quickly unleashing a massive influx of infantry at the enemy's key points. Air power then rapidly destroyed these crucial points, leaping like a frog towards a new target. The tactical principles were not complex; the complexity lay in the coordination and command between the various units. This placed high demands on the commander.

“I feel….”

"Primarch cannot say that he is incompetent! We are the strongest in the Empire. Humanity and the Empire need our protection." Ferrus's big hand wrapped in unknown metal fell on Clarks' shoulder again, and he said earnestly.

"Okay, I'll try my best." Clarks nodded heavily.

"Very good, my brother. This is just the first step you need to take. In the future, there will be more difficulties waiting for you. Don't let down your bloodline and your descendants! And those who are waiting for your return on the salvation planet." Ferrus said.

"I won't let them down!" Clarks stood up and said solemnly.

While Clarks regained his enthusiasm, Ferrus was equally restless. He decisively adjusted the production capacity of the industrial worlds he controlled, including Medusa, and began constructing the first batch of Splendor-class battleship sections. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Ferrus, deep within the galaxy, the Lord of Radiance had reactivated some of his production systems and begun construction of this new class of warships. Within the Space Wolves' borders, construction of this class of warships also proceeded apace. As time passed, numerous completed sections were assembled on the Space Wolves' forge worlds, where they would complete the unified installation and, most crucially, the infusion of souls, which was hidden from outsiders!

With the help of various forces, Baldur was surprised to find that he could produce the first batch of Splendid-class battleships before meeting Guilliman. There were five of these battleships in total! This speed far exceeded Baldur's expectations. In part, this was due to the industrial and technological strength of the Iron Hands, the Space Wolves, and the Lords of Radiance. In part, this was due to the fact that the meeting between Baldur and Guilliman had been significantly delayed. Yes, it was delayed. For some reason, Guilliman wanted to meet with the "master" of the Space Wolves later!

"Is it that serious? Victory or defeat has nothing to do with your efforts, Guilliman." The Traveler said with a smile.

Chapter 188 Ambitious Guilliman and Dorn's Cold Water

"Guilliman, my child, among all my descendants, that is, among your brothers, there is no other who has comparable political and management capabilities as you. Your wisdom, kindness and personal charm make you qualified to rule a vast star region. Therefore, I allow you to have your own fiefdom, a star region with hundreds of planets. Before this, only your brother Russ had ever received such an honor, and even he would not have a fiefdom comparable to yours. I hope that in the future, you can play a huge role in the glory of mankind and the rise of the Empire, and make this star region a model for the Empire. Do not let me down, my 13th son." The Emperor made no secret of his love for Guilliman.

"I will not disappoint you, my father. Humanity's domination of the galaxy is Manifest Destiny, a goal we will inevitably achieve," Guilliman declared confidently. Before the Emperor's arrival, he had already established a small pocket empire where civilization and reason shone. Now, with the acquisition of new Legions and the considerable support of the Imperium, Guilliman believed he could elevate humanity's cause to even greater heights.

"I heard that the Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves will come to visit the Ultramarines soon?" asked Guilliman.

"Yes, Balder is coming soon. He is the disciple of the Sigillite, the ally of Russ, and an indispensable figure in the Space Wolves Legion. He is proficient in warfare, technology, and construction. I believe that the communication between you will be of great benefit to both of you." The Emperor said with a smile.

"Proficient in war? I heard a rumor from my legion before, I don't know if it is true." Guilliman thought for a while and said.

"What rumors?" the emperor asked with interest.

"My descendants said that in the future, the Space Wolves will be the instructors of the Imperial Legions. They will be the first opponents of our reorganized Legions, and they will teach us to adapt to this cruel galaxy. The Seventh Legion is the first, and my Legion is the second." Guilliman's calm words concealed an eager emotion.

"This statement is not accurate enough. The Space Wolves Legion does sometimes act as an imaginary enemy, but not every legion will undergo such a test. Dorn is my personal guard, and Russ believes that as my personal guard, he needs to test the combat effectiveness of the Seventh Legion, so he came. And you, my child. Your legion and the Sixth Legion are very similar in positioning, and both are vassals of the Empire, so I think it is necessary for you to communicate with each other, that's all." The Emperor said after pondering for a moment.

The Emperor certainly didn't intend for the Space Wolves to face every Legion, after all, some of them posed serious risks. Even the most loyal Legions wouldn't necessarily engage in a duel with the Space Wolves. For example, without Baldur, regardless of Jonson's return, the Space Wolves simply couldn't defeat them. Legions like the Blood Angels and the Khan's Fifth Legion were too specialized to be considered all-around effective, so having specialized Legions face off against the Space Wolves was pointless.

In fact, the Emperor had Russ fight Dorn in order to remind Dorn to pay attention to the role of psychic energy. As for the meeting between Baldur and Guilliman, the Emperor hoped that the old traveler would take care of Guilliman and communicate with him. After all, in the Emperor's opinion, Baldur and Guilliman had very similar compatibility.

"So, the Space Wolves led by Balder will also conduct an exercise with my legion?" asked Guilliman.

"Yes, there will be an exercise, but what is more important for you is to exchange experiences and insights in governance and management," said the Emperor.

"I will not let you down, my father." Guilliman said ambitiously.

"Emmmmm." Faced with Guilliman's answer, the Emperor himself was speechless. He was now considering whether to let the Traveler give more water when both sides were conducting exercises...

"Okay, prepare well and don't put too much pressure on yourself." The emperor said with a smile.

Dorn accompanied the Emperor to this meeting with Guilliman. After witnessing the 13th Legion and Guilliman, Dorn privately stated that if the forces were of similar strength, and Balder performed at least as well as Russ, Guilliman would have virtually no chance. Dorn's impression of the 13th Legion was that it was mediocre, the kind that could do a little bit of everything, average for a Legion, but excelled in nothing. As for Guilliman's military prowess, Dorn euphemistically described it as average.

Does the Emperor understand military affairs? Of course he does, but his understanding is different from that of ordinary commanders. Ordinary commanders rely on their own legions and systems to fight. But the Emperor is different. When the need arises, he simply grabs his sword and attacks. He can even chop up a Star God, so why would he care about tactics? Therefore, when it comes to commenting on the military talents of commanders within the standard, Dorn clearly has more say. And when Dorn said this, the Emperor was also emo. When asked why he said this, Dorn's answer was rather roundabout, that is, overall, his military was mediocre, and his decision-making and actions lacked highlights.

Of course, the Emperor would not tell Guilliman what Dorn had said. But just because the Emperor didn't say it didn't mean Guilliman didn't know. After Guilliman finished his meeting with the Emperor, he and Dorn sat together again. Their conversation naturally revolved around military matters.

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"My brother, my Legion will soon face a test from our father and our allies. Do you have any advice on this?" Guilliman asked. After a period of interaction, Guilliman had gained a certain understanding of Dorn's character. Although Dorn was known for his harsh and direct nature, his words were often blunt. But fundamentally, Guilliman felt that Dorn was a good person: loyal, capable, and willing to help. For Guilliman, being outspoken was actually a good thing; after all, he knew his men would hold back for various reasons. Therefore, for Guilliman, hearing some honest words from his brother was undoubtedly a very good thing.

Guilliman was diligent. Subjectively, he truly wanted to make his Legion stronger, and he was also willing to listen to others' advice and actively learn from them. For example, in the background, he would assign certain Chapters five times more armor than normal to serve as the spearhead of the attack. After playing RTS with Clarks and being beheaded several times, Guilliman began to experiment with establishing infiltration and decapitation units. For example, within the Ultramarines, some Chapters were dedicated to purge missions, equipped with terrifying and secret equipment. These were all the results of Guilliman's hard work and study.

"When Russ and I fought, we conducted two battles. One was a battalion-level exercise, and the other was a legion-level exercise. After both battles, I failed. There are various reasons for this, and I am still summarizing them now. But the conclusion I can give is that I do not recommend that your legion and the Space Wolves conduct this type of exercise, because you basically have no chance of winning." Dorn said very sincerely after pondering for a moment.

"No chance of winning?" Guilliman frowned, a hint of embarrassment on his face. He hadn't expected his brother to tell him so bluntly that he had no chance... But the embarrassment was fleeting. Still maintaining a learning attitude, Guilliman asked, "Then could you be more specific?"

"Your situation this time is worse than mine last time. Last time, I was facing our brother, a talented Primarch. This time, you are facing an unfathomable master of psychic powers. His mastery of psychic powers has reached an unimaginable level. And not only that, he is also the founder of the Space Wolves' tactical system. Many of the Space Wolves' effective tactics were created by him and then inherited by Russ, that's it." Dorn said.

"Are you saying this Supreme Lord Commander is better than our brothers?"

"Yes, that's right, he is better than Rus. Rus admitted it himself, and it is not difficult to see from his performance. I believe that many people who know about these situations will have similar ideas. Including our other brothers." Dorn said with certainty.

Dorn and Balder had never met, but after the exercises with the Space Wolves, Dorn realized that his prejudice affected his judgment, so Dorn decided to make up for his mistake. On the one hand, he carefully studied all aspects of the Space Wolves provided by the Emperor, and on the other hand, he also focused on studying the psykers.

Later, Dorn concluded that, while they were descendants of the Emperor, beings comparable to the Primarchs had indeed emerged throughout humanity's long history: Malcador the Sigillite was one, and Baldur was another. Even excluding these two known outliers, many Alpha-class psykers with high self-control possessed the power to threaten the Primarchs, and some mortals might even surpass them in certain areas. Having put aside his former arrogance, Dorn remained calm, recognizing Baldur's strength. Therefore, he sought to assess the Space Wolves' commander's abilities through Guilliman.

"But they won't say it directly," Guilliman thought to himself. Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with Dorn's words, Guilliman still valued what Dorn said because he knew Dorn was truly reliable! Perhaps what he said was a bit excessive, but it was clear that Balder would be his formidable opponent.

"Can you be more specific?" Guilliman asked.

"In the first exercise, a Space Wolf left a psychic beacon without a physical form in my fortress, and then a group of Space Wolf Terminators and Iron Wolf Mechs were teleported in. If it was the Supreme Lord Commander who left a beacon in your fortress, then it would be Titans who came in," said Dorn.

“?! What the hell!” I have to say, sometimes the truth from an honest person can be so destructive that just one sentence killed half of Guilliman’s ambition!

"That sounds unbelievable," said Guilliman.

"But all of this is true. If conditions permit, he can even send the Titan from high orbit directly to the ground through a portal," said Dorn.

"Emmmm." As expected, Dorn made Guilliman emo again with just one sentence.

"Well, if this is the mode of engagement, I really have no way of winning the battle on the planet with equal forces." Guilliman was silent for a full five minutes before finally saying.

"You've finally recognized reality." Dorn nodded, a hint of approval in his tone. He was happy that his brother had made a wise choice, but it was obvious that this statement stung Guilliman's heart... There are some things you can do, but don't say them out loud!

"So if I wish to engage in a victorious engagement, what should I choose?" asked Guilliman.

"You can try a space battle. The fleets of both sides gather in an uncovered area and conduct a simulated battle. Of course, considering the consumption of the fleet, this exercise will most likely be a simulated combat rather than an actual operation." Dorn said after thinking for a moment.

Exercises also have different levels. On the ground, even a large-scale exercise involving tens of thousands of troops would only consume moderate amounts of energy. However, if starships were involved, it would be a different story. It would be impossible for two people to lead a fleet in a real fight. Not to mention the potential damage, the fuel alone would be a huge expense. If it were a simulation, then the two sides would be engaging in a purely tactical duel.

"This kind of battle lacks variables, no different from a war game simulation. It can't perfectly simulate actual combat," Guilliman said with some regret. The simulation is based on digitizing the combat capabilities of both warships, then inputting it into the Cogito engine, performing mathematical and probabilistic calculations on both sides' operational capabilities. Guilliman's interest suddenly waned.

"My brother, if you can't defeat your opponent in a simulation, then your chances in an actual exercise will be even slimmer. This is because in a simulation, some things can't be brought into play. But in actual combat, it's different. The reason I suggest you adopt a simple combat mode is because your legion and your think tanks are simply unable to fight against Balder and his rune priests on the psychic level. With the help of the power of the warp, some of the things they do are even incredible!"

"Although some things are not suitable to be said, I still have to say that the outcome of some things has been determined before they begin. And all we have to do is learn lessons from the exercises." Looking at the expression on Guilliman's face that was difficult to conceal, Dorn sighed in his heart and decided to persuade his brother in a more tactful way.

Chapter 189 The Second Basin of Cold Water and the Traveler's Resentment

"Emmmm." Guilliman was speechless again, but then he nodded to indicate that he accepted Dorn's suggestion: "In that case, let's simulate a fleet battle."

"Very good, my brother. Facing the problem is the first step to success." A smile appeared on Dorn's face.

He smiled. Overall, he was quite satisfied with the two brothers he had met. As for Russ, although he had initially given him a bad impression, after getting to know him, Dorn felt that Russ was still manageable. He was absolutely loyal to the Emperor, had some skill, and was receptive to even the most unpleasant advice. And it had to be said that the Bear gunship Russ had gifted him had done a good job of improving Dorn's favor. While Dorn wouldn't call Russ generous, he still remembered his kindness.

Dorn also had a favorable impression of Guilliman. Apart from anything else, Dorn admired and envied the way Guilliman managed his pocket empire. Dorn wasn't good at handling government affairs, but he respected capable officials, knowing that the Legion and the Great Crusade couldn't have been built without their hard work.

"If we're going to engage in a fleet engagement, I have a plan here. Can you take a look at it?" Guilliman said. Guilliman usually had a clear understanding of himself and was willing to listen to advice. Of course, it couldn't be denied that he could be a bit reckless at times...

"Hmm..." Dorn looked at Guilliman's plan and couldn't help but frown when he turned to the first page. His brows knitted tightly, then relaxed, then knitted tightly again, leaving Guilliman puzzled. Later, when the muscles on Dorn's face twisted a little, Guilliman could sense that Dorn was dissatisfied with his plan.

Don was still very serious. He spent half an hour reading and thinking about the plan which was only a few pages long. During this process, he did not say a word until he finally spoke.

"My brother, to be honest, I never thought that someone would make such a naval fleet formation plan." Dorn looked at Guilliman, and the latter even saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"I am not sure what is wrong with my plan," Guilliman asked.

"In this plan, your fleet is divided into two parts. The first part is the Imperial Navy fleet with a large number of large warships and a complete system, and the other part is the Legion Fleet. There are very few heavy warships in the entire Legion Fleet, and most of them are fast warships mainly cruisers. According to your understanding, they mainly rely on close combat, boarding, transporting space marines, and mobile operations. Is that right?" Dorn asked.

"Yes, my legionnaires are more suitable for doing this, so in order to give full play to the strengths of the Space Marine Legion, I organized my fleet in this way." Guilliman nodded.

"Brother, you are taking things for granted." Dorn sighed. He originally thought that his brother's military level was not high. Now Dorn could only say that Guilliman's level was a bit low...

"Brother, the more singular a fleet's role is, the more advantageous it will be in performing certain tasks during a battle. However, at the same time, its overly singular composition makes it extremely easy to be targeted. Setting up a regiment fleet like this is fine, but if a legion's main battleships are primarily medium-sized and fast warships, then it can only be described as terrible."

"You can think of it this way. When your legion is carrying out intra-planetary combat missions, you pursue omnipotence, with armored assault forces, rapid strike teams, and special teams. You will never build the entire legion into a single mission. But why are your choices so limited when building the legion fleet?" Dorn asked.

"I believe that the Imperial Navy's heavy warships can provide corresponding support and assistance. My legion will cooperate with the Imperial Navy." Guilliman said.

"But these are two systems after all, you know? My brother, no matter how good the cooperation between the two systems is, it is still far less convenient than collaboration within one system." Dorn explained.

"I still want to try." Guilliman said after thinking for a while.

"Well, I can only say that it's a good thing this was just an exercise. You will regret it, Guilliman." Dorn sighed.

Both sides wisely chose to suspend discussion on this issue. In fact, by this point, both sides were in a bad mood. Dorn, for his part, hadn't expected Guilliman to be so incompetent in military matters. Of course, it's possible that this division of the fleet wasn't just a military issue.

His Legion had already engaged in a small-scale exchange of blows with the Ultramarines. Under Sigismund's leadership, close combat and assault warfare proved to be a natural success. After the battle, the Imperial Fists' leadership gave the U-Regiment a rather mediocre evaluation. Then came the large-scale mechanized engagements, with both sides employing simulated tactics. Just as Russ had previously used the Bear gunship against the Imperial Fists, the Imperial Fists would now employ similar tactics against the U-Regiment. After the battle, the Imperial Fists' leadership concluded that the U-Regiment was still inferior to their own in terms of defense and armored warfare. They also stated that the Imperial Fists needed more Bear gunships.

After the two simulations, Dorn's evaluation of the U-Team was actually quite good. After all, they had a technical advantage, or perhaps a connection, so a win was normal, but a loss would have been a curse. Overall, Dorn's attitude towards the U-Team and Guilliman was still average, and there was room for improvement.

But when Guilliman brought out his plan, Dorn really had serious doubts about Guilliman's military quality. If someone suggested that the Imperial Fist do this, Dorn thought that it would be a bargain for them to just kill this guy off!

Guilliman, on the other hand, was also feeling bad. Dorn had already poured cold water on him several times during today's meeting. Guilliman was a relatively well-mannered man and still recognized Dorn. But even so, Guilliman still felt very unhappy. After all, everyone usually thinks they are pretty good until they meet a real tough guy.

"I will prove it to you, Dorn." After the meeting, Guilliman said this to Dorn. Then, he sorted out his plan and reported it to the Emperor. The Emperor called the Traveler that night.

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"What did I say? Making Guilliman fight is completely difficult for him." The Traveler laughed heartily after reading Guilliman's fleet formation plan. "Tell me, Emperor, how mature do you want Guilliman to be?" The Traveler had experienced countless space battles over tens of thousands of years, and as he rediscovered his identity, his past experience and skills allowed him to quickly adapt to the current combat mode.

"Do not use psychic powers beyond your capacity," said the Emperor.

"Okay, I won't use any super-normal strength this time." The traveler nodded.

"Because of the Space Wolves' superior quality and technology, I hope to allow Guilliman to obtain additional compensation during the confrontation." The Emperor thought for a moment and said.

"That's absolutely fine." The traveler didn't mind.

"Your Endless Journey cannot participate in the battle," the Emperor continued.

"Okay, it just so happens that he has other things to do, so it's no problem at all." The Traveler paused and continued, "So, Emperor, how mature do you want Guilliman to be?" The Traveler said half seriously and half jokingly.

"It's up to you, be gentle." The emperor sighed.

"Okay, I understand." The traveler nodded and said with a smile.

"Do you really look down upon the Thirteenth Legion so much?" The Emperor felt a little uncomfortable.

"I don't look down on the Thirteenth Legion, but I look down on Guilliman's level of warfare and some of his ideas." The Traveler thought for a moment and said.

Is the Ultramarines formidable? Of course they are. With the largest force of the late Great Crusade, and supplies provided by 500 worlds, coupled with a reasonably competent legionary, they managed to inflict a near-death defeat even under unfavorable circumstances, including a surprise attack by the Word Bearers and the World Eaters. Furthermore, even after suffering heavy damage, they recovered quickly, leading even Sanguinius and others to say that if only Guilliman could launch an attack, all would be well. Furthermore, the Ultramarines Legion indeed boasts many exceptional individuals, such as Lysimachus Cestus, who hunted down Abyssal-class battleships, and Captain Ionid Hill, who turned the tide at the Battle of Calth and recaptured the orbital defense system.

But the Ultramarines are so powerful, and Guilliman himself is a bit lame. Let's not talk about the Battle of Calth, after all, it was a surprise attack, no doubt about that. But next, let's see how Guilliman personally leads the team.

When dealing with Alpha, Guilliman directly chose to jump to the extreme boarding assault, and it is suspected that he killed a Primarch, but then he and his warriors were repelled by the Alpha Legion without a Primarch leading the team... Isn't this shameful?

Then came the battle between Guilliman and Fulgrim. Actually, during the final battle, Guilliman initially had no intention of boarding the enemy, but in the end, he felt he had no other options, so he decided to board the enemy. Tactically, Guilliman was completely outmatched by the Emperor's son. He fell into Fulgrim's trap. In the end, he had no choice but to board the enemy, and unsurprisingly, he lost.

So, throughout the Heresy, were there any tactical highlights for Guilliman? It's truly hard to find. Of course, the biggest source of resentment towards Guilliman is the Grand Astartes... It's fair to say that what Chaos and the Dark Gods couldn't achieve, Guilliman accomplished! Forget the politics or the trust issues with the Astartes; every last one of them rebelled against the Heresy: the mortal legions, the fleets, the Space Marines, and the Mechanicus. Not a single one escaped! Even the Mechanicus's leaders rebelled! Why didn't they split Mars?

Because the Legions were so fragmented, they practically lost their ability to operate on a large scale. Even Chaos Space Marines lamented Guilliman's foolishness in handing over his heavy fleets and weaponry to others, leaving the Loyalist Space Marines at a disadvantage in many engagements. This fragmentation made it incredibly difficult for previously robust Legions to recover losses after becoming Chapters. After all, a Chapter of 1000 might lose 200 men, but a Legion wouldn't. Furthermore, missions previously accomplished by a Legion might be impossible for a Chapter of the same size, or even suffer heavy losses. After all, their tactical systems were shattered, and much of the Legion's heavy equipment was gone.

Therefore, the Traveler's perspective on post-war legions is that limited division is acceptable. After all, after defeating Chaos, the Empire will experience a relatively long period of peace. If a legion becomes too large and consumes too much supplies, splitting it up for farming is acceptable, but the size of a newly formed legion shouldn't be too small. Tens of thousands of troops are still necessary. If anyone ever suggests splitting off a grand ceremony legion of a thousand, the Traveler guarantees that no matter who proposes it, I'll make sure they understand the importance of checking the almanac before leaving home!

"So, you're planning to teach Guilliman a profound lesson?" The Traveler and the Emperor had previously hinted at something. Seeing the Traveler eager to try, the Emperor spoke.

"Yes, I do need to teach Guilliman some profound lessons. We don't have much time left, the Randan War is about to break out. We can't wait until the Randan xenos are ready before we act, we have to act beforehand," said the Traveler.

"So, this time the Endless Journey made preparations in advance?" asked the Emperor.

"Yes, to make preparations, and there are other things to do at the same time." The traveler nodded.

"If you need help, just ask," said the Emperor.

"Before Primarch No. 1 returns, I need some support from the First Legion. I also have some special training plans here, and some people need to be trained." said the Traveler.

"You're quite thoughtful," the Emperor said meaningfully after sensing the contents of the traveler's projection. "Isn't having the Knight-Errant enough?"

"Obviously not enough," said the traveler.

"By the way, the Eldar gods recently came to talk to me about something." The Emperor looked up at the Traveler, his eyes full of complicated expressions, which surprised the Traveler. After all, it was rare for the Emperor, who was only one step away from becoming a god, to make him feel complicated and regretful.

"What's the matter?" the traveler asked curiously.

"They are preparing to gradually transfer some of the power of the Webway," said the Emperor.

"That's a good thing. With the Webway, we can save ourselves a lot of trouble." The Traveler smiled. He was really happy. If the Eldar gods were willing to open the Webway, then there would be no need for the Emperor's so-called Webway Project. It couldn't be achieved in one go, but it wouldn't be far off.

This transfer of authority over the Webway is more than just a matter of opening and closing doors. That would be a gross underestimation of the Old Ones. The Webway is their greatest creation, and to some extent, it's the legacy of their knowledge and power. Didn't you see that in the 41st millennium, wasn't the demigod Va's quest solely for certain Old One relics deep within the Webway? Even though the Old Ones are extinct, the legacy of this supreme civilization still attracts all beings of this era. Even the so-called gods!

Chapter 190: Network Authority (6K, Blade Plus)