Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

The Raven Lord arrived, bringing with him the Space Wolves' Psychic Giant Mechs, Rune Priests, and several other Extinction Relics from Ferrus's side.

As soon as Clarks appeared on the scene, he locked his target on the Soul Taker who was fighting with Guilliman. Under the effect of the jet pack, the whole person turned into a phantom, like a black lightning bringing death to the distant enemy. The Soul Taker had just completed a teleportation, he immediately raised his hand to cast a psychic spell, and a powerful psychic shock flew towards the distant Raven Lord. However, what shocked him was that this psychic shock disappeared without a trace the moment it touched the opponent's claws. Terror and surprise gripped his mind, but it was this moment of trance that made him finally die on the battlefield.

The Raven Lord's twin power claws easily ripped through the opponent's psychic shield, then grabbed the opponent and tore off the opponent's arm with a powerful rip! The dying Soul Taker crushed a talisman-like object with his other hand. This was a purely technological creation. An energy field enveloped him and quickly left the battlefield. The huge repulsive force forced the Raven Lord back slightly. However, just as the Soul Taker was about to return to his own position, the Extinction Relics and Giant Mechs that arrived with Clarks poured a large amount of ammunition at the target. The firepower was enough to easily kill the Knight Titan and instantly exhausted the energy of the amulet. After retreating slightly, the Raven Lord used it again, piercing the opponent's chest with the lightning claw in his hand.

"Huh, being stained by the blood of the Untouchables does indeed have a profound effect on psychic powers." With a flick of his free hand, Clarks took the Soul Eater's head as his trophy. The unique energy field emanating from the Untouchables' blood instantly silenced the victim's dying cries. With Clarks' arrival, the battle situation aboard the Macragge's Glory fundamentally changed. At least Guilliman was safe.

"Thank you for the rescue, my brother." Guilliman, who had been evaded for most of the time, was completely overjoyed to see Clarks. He even felt a little ashamed, because he had not achieved any commendable results in the battle just now. If Clarks had arrived a little later, there would probably be only a few people left on the entire bridge.

"Kill them!" With Clarks' command, the steel spearheads of the Extinction Relics and Giant Mechs aimed at the influx of Randan aliens. Perhaps due to the heavy firepower, or perhaps because the death of the Soul Taker had left an indelible scar on their spirits, the enemy began to retreat. Guilliman and Clarks took this opportunity to discuss the current battle situation. As commanders, their first priority was to command the battle, not to engage in the front lines of the fray!

"It's so tragic." Clarks said as he looked at the devastated battlefield. After a rough count of the losses, the Primarch was surprised to find that in this battle, the mortal troops and officers on the entire command bridge were almost wiped out, and of the 200 Ultramarines guarding Guilliman, less than one-fifth were left alive!

"How could this be?" Clarks thought to himself after watching. The Randan alien's combat power was indeed terrifying, but the Ultramarines' performance seemed... Forget it, we'll talk about it after the battle.

"What's the situation with the fleet outside?" Clarks asked.

"It's terrible. I have lost nearly half of my warships now. They caught me off guard." Guilliman said bitterly.

"It's okay. My fleet has arrived. I believe my Emperor's Shadow can stabilize the front." Clarks clicked a few times on the data pad. A fleet led by the Emperor's Shadow was on its way to support. Clarks arrived first via the psychic beacon.

However, to Guilliman and Clarks' astonishment, a Randan fleet suddenly emerged from the void, intercepting and destroying the reinforcements. The Randan fleet's tactics were similar to those previously employed, yet with a twist. In addition to the conventional fleet, there was also a group of fast warships, similar in appearance to the Hessian. However, these hundreds of meters long warships were no longer boarding craft, but rather attack aircraft!

"My flagship!" Looking at the fighting situation on the battlefield in the distance, the fleet led by Clarks was obviously at an absolute disadvantage. The Raven Guard also lacked large warships, and their number was not large. The situation was very bad in this head-on battle.

The Glorious Queen-class battleship, Emperor's Shadow, also came under intense fire. These attacking squid craft launched anti-ship torpedoes over 200 meters long. After penetrating the shields, they exploded on the massive hull, creating fireballs measuring kilometers in diameter. Compartments were destroyed one after another, massive macrocannons were toppled from the ship by the violent explosions, and lance turrets on the deck were uprooted. According to reports from the Mechanicus Magos on board, the Glorious Queen-class battleship had been severely damaged, losing half its power and % of its shield generators.

As the Randan fleet prepared to launch its final assault on the Emperor's Shadow, aiming to claim the Primarch's flagship as its own trophy, a fleet led by five Splendid-class battleships, led by Santo, arrived on the battlefield. Designed specifically for combating the Randan xenos, the Splendid-class battleships performed exceptionally well. Their bow-mounted long-range axial cannons could decimate enemy heavy warships at long range, while the barracuda-class frigates slung beneath their hulls could effectively intercept the Randan's squid-class assault ships. With dense volleys of light spears and planetary cannons, Randan warship after Randan warship was destroyed in the void. The two fleets, working together, finally successfully shielded the Emperor's Shadow from the battlefield.

"Two Primarchs, I feel that it is best for us to evacuate immediately and then shrink our defense line." Ramon walked up to the two Primarchs and put forward his suggestion.

Chapter 205: Inside the Tower 1

"That means we'll have to abandon some of our ships already entangled in the battle, and even if we withdraw, our right flank has already been severely damaged. Once the Randan fleet eliminates the remnants of our remaining forces, another similar attack will inevitably break our line." Guilliman's mind was in a state of turmoil. Clarkes's assistance only saved Guilliman and his Macragge's Glory. The situation was irreversible. The Randan fleet's combined attack caught the Ultramarines and the Mechanicus fleet off guard. Clarkes's fleet had also been severely damaged. Didn't you see the flagship, the Emperor's Shadow, slowly withdrawing under the cover of the Space Wolves?

"If we rely solely on our own strength, the battle line will inevitably be broken. It is only a matter of time. Our retreat can at least delay the time of destruction. Since Ferrus and Balder still haven't given up this battle at this time, then we should trust them and buy more time. Guilliman, being able to save your flagship and the small fleet you are in is our limit. They are beyond saving." After all, Clarks had learned from Ferrus for a long time. Looking at the deteriorating battle situation, he made a more decisive decision.

"Well, for today's humiliation, the xenos will surely pay us back double another day!" Guilliman finally made the decision to retreat. After abandoning and losing nearly half of their warships, the entire right wing finally managed to withdraw and regroup. Meanwhile, Ferrus reorganized the Iron Hands and Space Wolves fleets, pulling the entire defense line back to reduce the pressure. Meanwhile, the Fourth Legion's reserves also arrived.

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"Even if the Endless Journey can hold off War Moon One, our situation remains grim. If War Moon Two decides to engage in a frontline battle again, I only have a 5% chance of forcing them back." Ferrus said solemnly, looking at the battle before him. He then glanced at the Lord of Radiance beside him.

"While the attack just now was fierce, it wasn't fatal. Within two Terran days at most, this terrifying war machine will have completed emergency battlefield repairs and be ready to return to battle." As a technological giant, even one that even the Figure King finds daunting, the Lord of Radiance possesses certain techniques that would be beyond the reach of most civilizations. Through unknown means, while the Lord of Radiance cannot glimpse the secrets of the Randan War Moon, they can still make a rough estimate of its condition.

"Two days? This news is really bad." Ferrus looked at the Endless Journey and Randan No. 1 War Moon where gods were fighting in the distance with some concern.

"Relax, Master Ferrus. The Endless Journey is clearly still holding its own and holds a slight advantage. The true determinant of this battle isn't the fleet in the void." The Lord of Radiance approached the porthole and pointed at the immense tower on the planet below. Standing for some unknown reason on this lifeless planet, the tower remained as silent as before. But the Lord of Radiance could sense that within it, a new life was stirring. Someone calling themselves the Traveler was reviving this ancient artifact through methods beyond his comprehension and imagination.

"I heard it was a navigation beacon, not a deadly weapon. And I find it hard to understand, even if it is a technological miracle of the Dark Ages, how can it destroy a steel planet?" said Ferrus.

"I'm curious too, and look forward to witnessing a miracle," the Lord of Radiance said with a smile. "Of course, what interests me most is that I hope to use this opportunity to glimpse the ultimate power of this galaxy," the Lord of Radiance thought to himself.

"So, our current task is to persevere?"

"That's right. Just persevere and bring back as many people as possible," the Lord of Radiance nodded. Meanwhile, Balder, having already entered the Tower of Light, was undergoing a transformation on his way to godhood! If retrieving the Wanderer's Star Map was like reclaiming past memories, then this time, the traveler was taking the most crucial step toward godhood—systematically gathering faith and transforming it into divine power!

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"I once opened the Tower of Light, but I failed." Upon entering the Tower of Light, past memories were rapidly activated, the outer layer of humanity shed, and the traveler awakened from the depths of his soul. Streams of azure spiritual energy and divine power emanated from the surroundings, activating dormant equipment.

The Traveler recalled his own experience opening the Tower of Light. This relic wasn't entirely his own creation; it had received financial support from certain individuals. For example, back in humanity's Golden Age, the Traveler had once, with the Endless Journey, destroyed a Necronous Tomb World for a Necrontyr navigation station. This station would later be known as the "Beacon of Pharos." This terrifying existence relied on quantum navigation, completely ignoring the effects of the Warp and powered by C'tan shards. And within the Webway, the Traveler had also discovered valuable treasures, even dismantling a section of it.

Finally, after the traveler combined these things with the peak of human technology, he was surprised to discover a serious problem: the equipment was functional, capable of navigation, gathering faith and transforming it into divine power, and even serving as a terrifying weapon. However, the Tower of Light was too powerful, exceeding the traveler's current capacity.

During the Iron Rebellion, the Traveler once risked activating it. In a matter of hours, he led several massive human fleets across the previously unnavigable Warp, easily destroying thousands of Iron Fleets. However, in the end, the Traveler closed the Tower of Light and left the throne, symbolizing the divine throne. His essence told him that he had reached his limit, and his spirit and soul could not bear such heavy pressure.

"Huh, if it weren't for the fall of the Eldar and the birth of Slaanesh, perhaps I would never have been able to glimpse the true path to godhood." Flipping through his past memories, the traveler showed a bitter smile on his face.

After the failed launch, the Traveler considered various solutions. He considered building a ring belt large enough to encircle the planet and even a Dyson sphere to relieve the pressure on the Tower of Light. However, all attempts ultimately failed, and the stars in the galaxy were instantly extinguished. The Traveler, already somewhat obsessed, even considered neutron stars and black holes. As expected, the black hole also vanished into nothingness.

The Traveler had been lost, unsure of his own faults or the path forward. But finally, on the eve of Slaanesh's awakening, the Traveler encountered an old Eldar, gaunt, wrinkled, and emaciated. Upon seeing him, a sense of alarm, unprecedented, surged within him. The Traveler, already second only to humanity, invincible beneath the Emperor, felt a genuine threat. The feeling that if the enemy attempted to kill him, he would find it difficult to escape!

"Everything has a beginning and an end, and the flame of civilization and rationality has never been interrupted from ancient times to the present." The old elf looked at the traveler, his eyes filled with complex emotions. It was a recollection of past glory, a feeling for fate, an expectation for future successors, and a calm acceptance of his own fate.

"Who are you?" the traveler asked cautiously and respectfully.

"Although humanity is too young, having risen from obscurity to glory in just a few tens of thousands of years, lacking foundation and accumulation, it is clear that you are the most dazzling light in the galaxy. Although I am reluctant, for the sake of the galaxy, for the light of civilization, order, and reason to continue to illuminate the long river of time in this dark age, your race, you, and a certain idle, directionless individual can barely carry the banner of the previous civilization." The old man looked at the traveler, his eyes filled with a hint of dissatisfaction, because "He" was too young and too weak. But at the same time, there was also hope, because "He"'s fate was full of uncertainties. The old man saw a glimmer of hope for the future.

"You are worried about your future, you are confused, and you can't find a way out. In fact, everything you need already exists, and it will eventually be handed over to you." The old man stretched out his hand and pointed into the void, and a series of webways built in ancient times and created by the great ancient saints appeared before the traveler's eyes.

"The Ancients created the Webway, and the Eldar built their empire on it. The gods' kingdoms are attached to the Webway. And you will continue in the future. When the old gods withdraw from the stage of fate and give way to the gods of the new race, it will be the beginning of your control over the Webway. The Webway is wide enough, and the Milky Way is vast enough, to accommodate two outstanding races and their gods." The old man's words were full of emotion and regret.

Then, without waiting for the traveler to answer, the old man turned and left.

"Could it be that you are an Eldar..."

"Asur'an, the Eldar call me the Father of the Gods, the origin and source of their bloodline. I provided shelter for the Eldar, and ultimately perished because of them. I wish you success, Traveler." The Eldar elder, who called himself Asur'an, departed, and this memory was sealed by the Traveler. From that moment on, the Traveler began to study the Webway in earnest. His efforts paid off, as he successfully escaped the Great Fall of the Eldar. Upon his return, when the Eldar gods gradually transferred authority over the Webway to him, his path to godhood was finally complete. Now, the time has come to take that first step!

The first step the Traveler took was to connect the Webway to the Tower of Light. With a flickering light, a channel constructed by the Traveler's psychic energy and divine power extended into the Webway in the Warp. The Eldar could create wraithbone by solidifying the energy of the Warp, and the Traveler could naturally use his own psychic energy and divine power to create a channel connecting to the Webway system.

When the passageway, extending endlessly from the twisted space, finally intersected the Webway, the authority of the Eldar gods began to take effect. Having already digested this authority, the travelers embedded the Tower of Light into the local Webway. As several arches opened, streams of light shone. The Tower of Light had successfully connected with the current Webway.

The second step was to make my presence known. The Traveler walked through the long, silent corridors within the Tower of Light. His spirit and power emanated, spreading outward from the Tower of Light. Somewhere in between, bound by fate and causality, subtle connections formed between all those and objects who had used the Traveler's technology.

Idol worship and religious veneration have existed since the dawn of human civilization. Even during humanity's Golden Age, many unexplained phenomena and underlying entities persisted, and even today, humans still believe in them. The creations and research developed by travelers over tens of thousands of years have profoundly influenced human civilization.

The Navigators are the Traveler's followers. Although they had no idea that a being who ascended to godhood through travel had ever existed in human history, the navigation methods they used all traced their roots back to the Traveler. After the Traveler reviewed some of the records of the Navigators, he was surprised to discover that their navigation skills had not improved since his departure, but had actually been lost. They had lost the methods for manufacturing and using much of their former navigation equipment. In some ways, they resembled the Mechanicus, worshipping equipment that could no longer be manufactured, praising the might of those who once invented and built it. And undoubtedly, this faith would ultimately be directed towards the Traveler.

"Well, I truly must thank the Emperor." As the Traveler walked within the Tower of Light and channeled his faith, he was surprised to discover that someone had already completed much of his task. This person was the Emperor. The Emperor's Golden Throne also utilized the Traveler's technology, and the entire human empire was built on the Golden Throne's guidance. Everyone held a certain level of reverence for this marvel of the Dark Age of Technology. The Golden Throne was seen as a symbol of the Empire and humanity's destiny to conquer the galaxy. The faith generated by this destiny naturally flowed to its true creator, the Traveler. This undoubtedly greatly simplified the Traveler's process; he only needed to adjust the Tower of Light and bind it to the Golden Throne.

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"It's about to begin." The busy Emperor stopped what he was doing. The changes in the Golden Throne naturally could not be hidden from his perception. Not only him, but even Malcador beside him realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"My Lord, the Golden Throne seems to be connected to an unknown existence. Such an existence is neither in the physical universe nor in the warp. I can only vaguely feel its presence, but I cannot determine its location and information." The Sigillite looked at the Emperor nervously.

Chapter 206: Inside the Tower 2

The Traveler was indeed declaring his presence, but he did not spread his projection directly across the Warp. That would have been tantamount to telling the Chaos Gods that the one they had hunted had not only escaped, but had returned. Instead, he hid his soul within the layers of the Webway. The Webway also handled the reception and processing of faith. However, the Emperor, as the Master of the Golden Throne, could sense the changes. Malcador, deeply connected to the Emperor's power, also sensed a distant, hazy presence.

"That is our ally, one who also walks the path of ascension," the Emperor spoke. He decided to reveal some information to his most loyal servant.

"Your ally? I don't think there are other immortals who can be compared with you, not even Erda." The seal holder's face suddenly changed, but then he said this as if it were a joke.

"He is not immortal. In the past you could call Him a reincarnated being, but now you can call Him a god," said the Emperor.

"A deifier? Like you? My Lord, this is not an interesting thing. Do you want to have two voices within the empire? It would definitely be a very bad thing if there were two equally powerful leaders within a system. He may become the biggest obstacle within the empire." The seal holder said anxiously.

"Can you build a Galactic Empire without the Golden Throne and the Navigator?" the Emperor sighed.

"I'm sorry I can't," said the Sigillite.

"Neither can I." The Emperor smiled and continued, "You can't even deal with His disciples, and even the Empire cannot do without His technology. So tell me, how do you deal with Him?"

"This... I don't understand what you mean." The Seal Master was really confused. He couldn't figure out what the relationship was between the Navigator and this existence hidden in the dark.

"He formed his own concepts. For hundreds of centuries, he has led and guided mankind's travels, and mankind's travels have made him what he is. Today, his influence has penetrated into every aspect of travel. I have met him. We have common goals and will coexist for a long time in the future. Because, for a race that spans the galaxy, don't you think that I alone am not enough?" said the Emperor.

"The Eldar, once the overlords of the galaxy, had a complete pantheon. When they were at their peak, the evil gods in the Warp remained quiet. The Orks cannot be eradicated because they also have their own gods, and two of them. The Necrontyr, buried by history, have no gods because they can slaughter gods. The existence in the Eternal Night Labyrinth is nothing more than a relic of that earth-shattering battle. I have thought about many problems. Although I don't like gods and the huge shadows in the Warp. But not liking it doesn't mean not using it." The Emperor said earnestly.

"So, since these races have their own gods, humans must have them too, is that right?" asked the Seal Bearer.

"Yes, we want one too."

"Then please do as you please. If necessary, I will be at your service." The Sigillite bowed. He understood that the Emperor had made his decision. He also knew that with his own strength and ability, he could not intervene in the struggle and game of the Emperor's level.

"If there is such a strong person among humans, wouldn't it be better to let him deal with the Randan alien?" The seal holder said carefully.

"You want to know who He is?" the Emperor asked with a smile.

"I have this idea." The Seal Master did not deny it. The Seal Master's idea was simple: if "He" joined the Randan War, then such a dazzling existence would definitely appear before him, and he would be able to confirm who this person was.

"Don't pay too much attention to this matter. You will know when the time comes, and the result may surprise and delight you. So, my friend. Let's continue working." said the Emperor.

"By your will, my lord."

If the Emperor and the Sigillite were still aware of the resurgence of a powerful being, then the numerous Navigators across the Imperium were unaware of the emergence of a new memory. At this moment, nearly all of them recalled a series of forgotten names: pioneers and creators of Warp navigation technology, renowned travelers and explorers from humanity's glorious era. Behind all these names lay a single essence: the Traveler. These names and characters were the marks and vestments left by the Traveler over the course of time.

Many Navigators subconsciously chose to enshrine these once-great inventors within their families. However, these were only the first group of believers to be resurrected by the Traveler. The second group of believers emerged from the Mechanicus. Those Mechanicus adherents who had once encountered the ships and machines created by the Traveler within their vast archives and data would similarly recall these great inventors. These Mechanicus sages and priests were moved by the brilliance of past technology and transformed it into a form of faith. The so-called God of All Machines was always a vague concept. Many of the sages and priests of the Forge World's faith in the God of Machines pointed to the Traveler, who had been lost in the mists of history.

Travel is a very broad concept. In addition to the Navigators and the Mechanicus, there are also believers of the Traveler among the Astropaths. And in those ships sailing in the starry sea, as time goes by, everyone from officers to sailors will gradually provide a lot of faith to the Traveler. After all, what they do is to practice the Traveler's path.

"Very well, then, let us continue." After resting for a while in the long corridors of the Tower of Light, gradually acclimating himself, the Traveler continued onward. In this tower, forged from the golden age and ancient relics, the Traveler continued to advance. He who wears the crown must bear its weight. Having declared His presence, He needed to fulfill His duty: to respond to His followers. He needed to listen to their voices. A vast amount of faith converged along the Webway, which merely carried and buffered it. The Traveler needed to process this information with His own divine nature. He continued onward, step by step, towards the summit of the Tower of Light.

When the traveler pushes open a door, a massive throne stands in the center of the room, engraved with images of stars, lighthouses, and spaceships. The surrounding walls record the history of a civilization, from its origins in canoes to its soaring into the universe. Walking through it, the traveler seems to recall the glorious past, their eyes filled with longing for humanity's golden age. Amidst this magnificent mural, the traveler finds their purpose and anchors themselves.

He then looked toward the lofty throne. It held both power and responsibility. He had previously attempted to control this power, but his efforts were unsuccessful. But this time, the Traveler prepared himself. With a wave of his hand, a web of webways appeared in the hall, connecting countless webways to the throne through the Traveler's psychic energy and divine power. After preparing himself, the Traveler approached the throne and sat down. In an instant, a flood of faith and awareness flooded his spiritual realm. At this moment, his consciousness was elevated to a point where he felt a sense of transcendence, transcending both the physical universe and the Warp! He seemed like a cosmic, all-pervading deity, encompassing the human ships of the galaxy and the Warp.

At this moment, the traveler had a feeling that as long as He wanted, He could know all the ships of the human empire and their situations. At this moment, He could sense all the travel activities of mankind and even interfere to a certain extent. The authority and power contained therein moved the traveler, who was already close to God, to obsession and hesitation.

The immense impact shook the traveler's spirit. It was clear that this time, He had traveled even further than before. If last time He had only exercised His authority within a certain range, this time, the entire concept of human travel was open to Him. And behind this door lay an immensely surging wave.

"God cannot know everything!" At this moment, a voice rang in the traveler's ears, instantly waking the traveler, who had already been a little dazed.

"The gods cannot arbitrarily change anything!" A figure appeared before the traveler, and the traveler knew that this figure was the afterimage of his past self. It was the afterimage that had been torn from his essence by the overwhelming force of faith and the heavy burden the last time he sat on this throne. It was a reminder of his past self to his present self.

"Gods must know how to exercise moderation! Act according to the time and follow the trend!" With these last words, the afterimage that had existed for tens of thousands of years turned into ashes in the surging faith, its consciousness was wiped out, and its essence returned to the traveler.

"I understand." The Traveler nodded. "He" sat upright on the throne, shutting off most of his perception of humanity's journey, restraining his authority to adapt to his present self. He began to merge with the throne atop the Tower of Light. From then on, they were indistinguishable. His spirit, once detached from reality, began to return.

A large amount of the power of faith was temporarily borne by the Webway, and the travelers began to systematically combine the power of faith with their own psychic power and authority, transforming it into divine power.

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"The Traveler has merged the Lighthouse and the Webway." Deep within the Endless Webway, in the legendary Black Library that hides the secrets of the entire galaxy, the God of Laughter spoke. There was no joy or sadness in His words, as if He was simply stating a fact.

"This means that we have handed over power. This is a moment worth remembering. The ancient civilization and overlord handed over power to his successor." There was a hint of loneliness in the words of the God of Death. As the last god born among the Eldar, he did not witness the glorious moment of the Eldar, but witnessed the moment when the Eldar gave up their throne. This was an irony for him.

"But everything is as planned, following the best course of events in the long river of fate." There seemed to be a hint of laughter in the Laughing God's words. "This younger deity knows how to exercise restraint. When he gained this authority, he didn't abuse it. Otherwise, I really don't know how to help him conceal it.

The Traveler was in the final stages of his ascension to godhood. Even with the power of the Webway, which obscured most influence, such galactic fluctuations would still be perceived by those within the Warp. Therefore, to protect the Traveler, the combined efforts of the other Gods of Order were required. The Eldar controlled the Webway. And the Emperor ignited the Anthem Engine. With the fusion of the Emperor's divine power and the Anthem Engine, a Warp realm was unleashed, one that struck despair in all daemons and that even the Unholy Gods shunned.

Compared to the Traveler's deep cultivation of the realm, the Emperor's harvest of Faith, while not as pure, is definitely far greater in quantity. And when the Emperor possesses a suitable "weapon," even when humanity's destiny is at its peak, the evil gods will retreat. And they will subconsciously ignore changes occurring in certain directions.

As the Traveler's Shadow said, gods cannot know everything, and gods cannot arbitrarily control everything! Just like Tzeentch, he clearly had a well where he could enter and exit, gaining all knowledge, but he didn't dare go down. Even at the peak of his power, he was forced by other evil gods to shatter his staff.

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Within the Tower of Light, time and space were distinct from the outside world. An unknown amount of time passed before the Traveler opened his eyes again, realizing that his humanity was too weak compared to his divine nature. His spiritual consciousness had transcended the mortal realm. As if struck by a change of heart, the Traveler looked up toward the murky edge of the Milky Way. There lay the homeland of the Randan, a place where a powerful civilization had risen.

There, he beheld a twisting shadow lingering in the Warp. As the Randan fleet expanded and plundered, its tentacles began to spread across the galaxy. The gleaming war moons were its tentacles. There were eleven war moons in total, with two more under construction. Seeing this, a hint of scorn crossed the Traveler's lips. He knew that in just a few hours, these eleven war moons would become nine! And the other two war moons might never be completed!

"I need to accumulate my strength and not use it carelessly." The Traveler calculated his divine power. The War Moon wasn't the greatest enemy; the twisted shadow, born almost at the will of the Randan Alien, was the greatest enemy. The Traveler needed to reserve enough divine power to deal with this creature, and still have enough to resist the interference of the evil god. This time, he had the help of his allies to overcome this crisis, but when the final moment of ascension arrived, he would need to face everything alone! No one could ascend to godhood by relying solely on the gifts of others.

"Okay, let's check outside now. I hope Ferrus and the others are doing okay." The Traveler turned his gaze to the battlefield outside. The battle between the Endless Journey and War Moon One had already entered its second half. The Endless Journey was exhausted, while the enemy was even more battered. Meanwhile, War Moon Two, recently severely damaged, was about to launch another attack!

Chapter 207: Crushing with Strength (8K)

"It's coming again!" As the Randan alien's War Moon No. 2 advanced once more, everyone looked toward the massive war machine in the distance. The eyes of the mortal soldiers were filled with despair. Even the resilient and fearless Space Marines expressed anxiety. For it represented an unparalleled force on this battlefield. It appeared like a king upon the scorching battlefield, crushing all who remained!

"Father, cover me. Leave this to me this time." Dukain immediately pleaded with Ferrus. In one round of fighting, Ferrus and Clarks' fleet had expended nearly all of their unconventional weaponry. While the Iron Fist still had some supplies, it was clear that Dukain would never allow the flagship, the bearer of the Legion's glory and legacy, to undertake such a mission!

"I'll go," Heimdall replied. "The Space Wolves should bear the risk this time."

"We only have one chance," Ducain said to Heimdall. "This mission concerns the safety of the entire Legion and the Primarch. I have a higher chance of success."

"The Dark Angels are willing to undertake this glorious and arduous mission." At this moment, Nimin also joined in. "We have taken out some things from the secret vault of the Sandalwood Order. Perhaps they will be useful against these xenos."

"Enough. This time, we will attack together. My flagship will charge ahead to attract the enemy's firepower and attention. Heimdall and Ducain will attack from the left, and the Dark Angels will seize the opportunity to attack. Let's move forward together and completely destroy the enemy! If the weapons we carry cannot kill this guy, then my flagship will bravely attack the enemy, and then board it and occupy this war moon, or detonate the engine and turn everything into ashes!" Ferrus said firmly.

Ferrus has never lacked courage and fighting spirit. When facing an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, he still thinks about how to kill the opponent instead of delaying time. Regardless of whether Balder can fulfill his promise, in Ferrus's view, when the Endless Journey has already delayed the most powerful war moon Randan No. 1, then Balder has completed his mission, and the second war moon can only and must be his prey!

"My Raven Guard is also willing to participate in this glorious assault. I have switched to the Shadow Killer. Its stealth stance allows me to get closer to the target more covertly." Clarks joined the connection.

"I shouldn't be absent from this battle. I will make the hateful aliens pay with blood!" Guilliman was equally firm.

"Very good, perhaps, we will eventually lose this battle, but no matter what, we will never let this blasphemous creation appear in the starry sky again. Even if it costs all our fleets and personnel! Today, this war moon will surely be destroyed in our hands!" Ferrus' words were full of murderous intent. After a long battle, he was still full of fighting spirit and firmly believed that he could achieve a glorious victory.

The Lord of Radiance, standing aside, remained silent, preparing his own weapons. He believed that no matter what the outcome of the Primarchs' discussion was, he would participate in the battle.

"Okay, everyone, don't be so disappointed. Maybe things are not as bad as you think." At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in everyone's mind.

"Badur? You succeeded?" Ferrus said overjoyed.

"Yes, I succeeded. I have reactivated this ancient relic, but the power I can mobilize now is limited. I can destroy War Moon No. 1 and severely damage War Moon No. 2 and the Randan Fleet that accompanies it. By that time, the energy of this relic will basically be exhausted, and you will need to continue your efforts to take this guy down." Bader said.

"That's great! Balder, my brother, as long as you can temporarily suppress the shield of War Moon No. 2, we will have a way to send the beacon to this war moon, and then we will launch a boarding battle!" Ferrus said happily, and his voice, which was originally as steady as steel, also changed slightly.