Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Ferrus's campaign objective shifted from destroying his opponent to capturing the war moon. Previously, Ferrus's goal was to bomb the enemy with forbidden weapons, ideally killing them, but otherwise, he'd board them and try his luck. Now, boarding became his priority. After all, as a tech-savvy person, this war moon was incredibly attractive.

"Everyone, even if we successfully land on this war moon, the battle will be extremely difficult. It's best to weigh the pros and cons of capturing and destroying." Balder naturally understood Ferrus's intentions. In fact, he also hoped to board War Moon Two. After all, opportunities for three Primarchs and multiple Legions to gather together are rare. This battle is the opening battle between the Human Empire and the Randan xenos. In the future, both sides will fight across the vast galaxy, so accumulating more experience is beneficial. It would be even better if we could analyze the technology on the Randan war moon.

"If possible, I think it would be better to get more specimens. I also want to see what those bone eaters and brain eaters are like." Ferrus still insisted on his opinion. The other two primarchs did not object.

"Very well then. Everyone, prepare yourselves. Final victory is imminent." Balder said, then cut off the communication. A few minutes later, the planet, which had been guarded by the Imperial Fleet for several days, underwent a transformation.

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"Something seems to be emerging from this planet." Ferrus looked towards the Tower of Light on the planet's surface. He had initially thought this complex, over ten kilometers tall and hundreds of square kilometers in diameter, was enormous. However, he was surprised to discover that only a small corner of this terrifying structure was visible. Billions of tons of rock and dust fell, revealing the Tower's massive base. A building or spaceship, even larger than a space station, slowly rose. Countless streams of light flowed across its surface, and an unimaginable power began to gather at its pinnacle. This power was different from light spears, macro cannons, and psychic energy, and it gave people an incomprehensible feeling. A brilliant deep blue light instantly illuminated half the planet.

"Is this ancient technology?" Ferrus said dazedly.

"Technology? Perhaps." The Lord of Radiance gazed into the distance. He felt the divine power he had faced before, an irresistible, incomprehensible force that completely separated mortals from the gods.

At this moment, the planet's unusual movements naturally didn't escape the notice of the Randan fleet. When the Tower of Light was activated, a shriek rang out from the void, sending shudders through the air. It was the desperate wail of Randan War Moon No. 1. Clearly, the Randan mastermind within this war moon had realized they had provoked a nearly irresistible entity!

The War Moon, which was currently fighting with the Endless Journey, immediately took action. Accompanied by powerful psychic fluctuations beyond the comprehension of mortal psychics, this war machine, as huge as an asteroid, instantly disappeared from its original location. The Endless Journey did not intercept it, but licked its wounds and looked at the guy who was trying to escape the fate of death with a little contempt.

A moment later, the veil between the void and reality opened, and War Moon One was forcibly pulled back from the Warp into the real universe, accompanied by countless pale blue flames. This blue flame was neither technological nor psychic, and even caused limited damage to the War Moon's mechanical structure. However, this flame could burn any conscious being within it, whether human or biological. Even if the flames were not visible, they would still instantly melt their souls and consciousness. There was no way to resist or extinguish it.

At this time, Balder, sitting in the Tower of Light, also saw the huge main brain curled up inside the War Moon No. 1. This brain-like existence with a diameter of more than kilometer and a height of hundreds of meters is hidden in the core of the War Moon. Hundreds of millions of spiritual tentacles are spread throughout this War Moon. However, after a long battle, it has become very weak. As one of the products of Balder's highest war technology and psychic power, the Endless Journey is still stronger than this latecomer.

This war moon, once manned by tens of millions, now had few remaining. To compensate for the enormous psychic energy drain, the mastermind at its core continuously extracted the souls of its subjects, first from ordinary slaves, then from the psychics within them, then from the bone eaters, and finally from the brain eaters! The protracted battle had left the war moon ravaged from the inside out. The mastermind, repeatedly overloaded with psychic energy in the constant psychic confrontation, had already distorted and damaged a quarter of its tissues. Balder's promise was its ultimate death!

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"God?!" Given the power of the Mastermind, it had clearly realized that the being before it transcended the mundane. As a civilization capable of competing with humanity, Randan was not entirely ignorant of the Warp's evil gods. At a certain level of power, even the existence of evil gods could be concealed. While different races might describe beings of such immense power and power, the underlying meaning remained the same: a god!

"The Randan aliens have chosen a false path. The minds of tens of thousands of psychics have merged together. The Randan mastermind is powerful, but also chaotic." Balder pondered, looking at the mastermind before him. Through forced fusion and extraction, a powerful consciousness could be obtained. This consciousness would have a high growth ceiling and could even give rise to divine power.

Unfortunately, due to a lack of accumulation and the radical dual fusion of mind and brain tissue, the original main consciousness was weakened through repeated fusions, losing its dominant power. In reality, the Masterminds on War Moon One were lucky to have grown so large. War Moon Two, however, had a dozen or so Masterminds, the largest of which was only slightly larger than the Emperor Titan. While the latter were more numerous, their psychic power levels were far inferior to this giant Mastermind. It's not that there aren't Masterminds capable of pushing their limits, but such breakthroughs come at a price.

The Emperor and the Traveler, however, are more unique. They gradually accumulated power over a vast period of time. The Emperor's origins remain unknown. The Traveler, on the other hand, through repeated reincarnations, purged the tainted beliefs and thoughts from his soul. His escape from this universe purged all remaining toxins, thus ensuring the independence of their minds.

"Alright, vanish forever." The Traveler took action. A gigantic figure, invisible to mortals, rose from the Tower of Light. A massive blue giant, wielding a sword of concentrated divine power, instantly bridged the distance between them and arrived within the brain's ventricle. With a sweep of the divine sword, the terrifying spirit and its Warp projection vanished in an instant. However, the surrounding facilities remained unchanged.

The death of the main brain was a disaster for the Randan brain eaters. The echo of the main brain's death spread to the surrounding areas through the internal mental network. The main brain had thought about this problem before, but it did not expect that it would die so quickly and the communication was not completely cut off. When the sword of divine power solved it, the aftermath of the death caused many brain eaters to collapse. However, under the influence of the psychic backlash, the Randan fleet fell into chaos.

The maddened, yet not dead, brain-eaters madly slaughtered those around them, slaves and their own kind. Only a handful of powerful beings retained their sanity, stubbornly resisting the wave after wave of mental attacks. This chaos left the Randan fleet in a state of chaos before their mental connection was restored on the Second War Moon.

"Ehmmmm." That's quite a lot of consumption. Feeling his divine power suddenly drop, the traveler sitting on the throne couldn't help but frown. Divine power is indeed useful, but it is also precious. It is slowly generated by the combination of faith and one's own psychic energy. Therefore, using it on ordinary targets is undoubtedly a waste. When dealing with the second war moon and its less than exceptionally large main brain, it is best to use conventional means. Moreover, frequent use of divine power may attract the attention of the evil gods of the warp. This is also something that must be paid attention to.

"Endless Journey, clean up the Randan battleship on the opposite side, and then deal with the second war moon." The traveler thought for a while and said.

"Why don't we just kill this guy?" asked the Endless Journey.

"The Imperial Legions and Primarchs need to grow and rely on their own strength to deal with most of the enemies in this universe. We are only the last guarantee, but we can't help them do everything." said the Traveler.

"Okay, my master, I will follow your orders." Then the Endless Journey flew away and aimed the cannons under the main bridge at the Randan fleet in the distance.

"This...what happened?" The crew of an Iron Hands warship was surprised to find that the huge Randan fleet in the distance seemed to have suddenly changed. The line of sight was distorted, the space structure was altered, and the space observation equipment and gravitational wave detectors screamed shrilly. However, the personnel on it did not know what happened on the opposite side. They only saw that the fleet in the distance suddenly stopped shooting and then fell into a stagnant state.

"Space has collapsed. What we see is the afterimage of what happened before," Ferrus said from a distance. Light has a speed. At distances of millions of kilometers or more, everything you see is actually a reflection of the previous few seconds. At this moment, Ferrus saw the final afterimage of the Randan fleet.

"Okay, tell everyone that the counterattack has begun. We will board this filthy alien war machine and then slaughter all enemies of humanity!" Ferrus issued a counterattack order. At this moment, all human fleets in the galaxy launched a fierce attack on the chaotic Randan fleet in the distance!

Led by the Endless Journey, the Imperial fleet successfully penetrated the Randan fleet's lines. The Imperial fleet began pursuing the enemy, while the Endless Journey trained its primary weaponry on the distant War Moon II. Meanwhile, the fleets of the Dark Angels, Iron Hands, and Space Wolves, armed with forbidden weapons, surrounded their target like a pack of wolves preparing to hunt a behemoth.

Trapped in despair, War Moon II decided to fight to the death. All its weapons and psychic energy were directed at the distant Endless Journey. In an instant, beams of light and psychic energy, countless times brighter than the stars, surged towards the warship. However, this was ultimately blocked by a rift in the Warp, and firepower terrifying enough to destroy a planet was channeled into the Warp. Yet the enemy remained steadfast, their powerful psychic energy forcibly closing the rift created by the Endless Journey. The overwhelming firepower dragged the Endless Journey into a vortex of chaos and destruction. However, no matter how hard the enemy attacked, the Endless Journey's multi-layered shields stubbornly protected the ship from damage.

"This guy is way worse than the one just now," the Endless Journey pondered. If the previous battle with War Moon No. 1 had been a slight advantage for the Endless Journey, with both sides engaging in back-and-forth combat, then this guy before them was far inferior. Analyzing the information gathered by its sensors, the Endless Journey perceived that, purely in terms of technological level, the two War Moons were comparable. The difference in size wasn't significant. The only problem was that the Mastermind on War Moon No. 1 was a massive Mastermind known as the Supreme Mastermind, while the latter consisted of more than a dozen ordinary Masterminds. This resulted in a significant disparity in combat power between the two. With the Endless Journey focused on defense, the enemy's defenses were nearly impossible to penetrate.

Seizing this opportunity, dozens of Legion warships unleashed a barrage of forbidden weaponry on this previously arrogant entity. Dozens of bipolar torpedoes and vortex weapons unleashed a barrage of attacks. The spatial rifts and antimatter charges not only gradually disintegrated the target's shield systems but also directly shattered the War Moon's very structure. The relentless assaults gripped the Second War Moon's masterminds with terror, forcing them to resort to psychic powers to forcibly tear open the veil of reality and escape into the Warp.

The sudden appearance of a space-time rift not only shattered the escorting fleet, but also inflicted further scars on the already battered war moon. Many of the main brains were severely damaged by the psychic overload. However, they could no longer care about that. The massive war engines dragged their battered bodies and prepared to forcibly jump.

"This road is blocked!" The Traveler glanced at War Moon No. 2, who was attempting to flee, a smile playing on his lips. The incredibly powerful soul projection manipulated the turbulent flow of the Warp, forcibly pulling War Moon No. 2, which had just entered the Warp, back into the real universe. As the energy of the Warp and the real universe collided, War Moon No. 2, having failed to jump, suffered further damage, and the main brains in multiple brain pools also suffered a backlash.

At this time, the Imperial fleet was also rapidly slaughtering its opponents. In this melee, the performance differences of the Imperial warships were vividly demonstrated! Among them, the most eye-catching was the Space Wolves' newly built Splendid-class battleship.

"Hiss.... What a fierce firepower!" Du Kain's eyes lit up as he looked at the Glorious-class battleship that was firing in the distance. This Glorious-class battleship was not equipped with a Nova Cannon, nor the Iron Hand's long-barreled cannon, but an unknown energy weapon. The huge cannon was fixed on the bow. When the cannon fired, the entire front of the battleship was shrouded in dazzling flames. A beam of energy like a sharp sword pierced through the void and accurately hit a large Randan battleship that was 8 kilometers long. Then, the battleship that lost its shield was directly cut in half, and the beam that penetrated the battleship then hit a Randan cruiser behind it. Although it was already at the end of its strength, it still directly destroyed the battleship's almost full shield!

Although the recharging time after a shot is very long, it is obvious that this kind of firepower that can kill the opponent at ultra-long distances is still very important in fleet battles.

The five Splendid-class battleships also possessed impressive defensive capabilities. They maintained their combat effectiveness remarkably well during the previous fierce engagement, even providing cover for the Emperor's Shadow's retreat at a crucial moment. While their main guns were charging, the Splendid-class battleships utilized the long-barreled gun arrays on their main decks, effectively withstanding enemy attacks with firepower exceeding that of ordinary battleships. Furthermore, the dense array of vertical missile launchers throughout the hull provided the battleships with astonishing bursts of firepower. Their shield strength was also unanimously recognized by the Imperial Navy. If the Glorious Queen-class battleships were a distant dream for most captains, then the Splendid-class battleships were essentially the best warships they could acquire.

The Iron Hands fleet also performed exceptionally well. Their numerous heavy warships, equipped with cutting-edge guns and shields, became a veritable Great Wall of Steel in this battle. If it weren't for the inexplicable War Moon, the Randan fleet would have been a disadvantage against the Iron Hands. Their electronic warfare capabilities were merely a nuisance to the Iron Hands, and boarding engagements proved ineffective against intense firepower. Facing the Randan conventional fleet, the Iron Hands rated it as a formidable opponent.

Compared to the two frontal legions, the Raven Guard's performance was somewhat poor. Originally skilled in covert infiltration, the Raven Guard were forced to join the frontal fleet in a desperate engagement. Their ships were fragile and lacked firepower, and their stealth capabilities were negated when high-intensity firepower was deployed. Coupled with their relatively small numbers, the Raven Guard fleet suffered far greater losses than the Iron Hands.

Fortunately, the Raven Guard weren't the worst hit. The worst hit were Guilliman's Ultramarines and the Imperial Navy that accompanied them. Unfortunately, they became a breach for the Randan fleet in the second round of the engagement. Even with the help of Klax and Ferrus, Guilliman and his flagship successfully relocated, but by then, he had lost nearly half his fleet. The ensuing battle continued, and by the time the counterattack began, two-thirds of the fleet had been destroyed or severely damaged. As the Iron Hands and Space Wolves launched their counterattack, Guilliman's fleet was busy gathering up the remnants and rescuing those who had been scattered.

"That's about it. Leave the rest to the Primarch and the Legion." The Traveler felt a little tired and closed his eyes. He needed to recover and rest, and try to figure out how to be a god. After all, the gods of racial order were supposed to answer the prayers of their believers.

With the Second War Moon crippled, the entire Randan fleet collapsed, and the battle entered its final stages. Meanwhile, within the Iron Fist's transport bay, Ferrus was making final preparations for battle. He checked his utility backpack one last time, then grabbed his warhammer and strode into the Iron Fist's hangar. A massive portal had erected itself, and Omen-class Psionic Titans, Ursa Gunships, Knight Mechs, and a large number of Iron Wolves and Terminators were ready to go. Yes, you read that correctly, Ursa Gunships had joined the fray. After all, this time, the ship they were boarding was a war engine the size of a small planet. The Ursa Gunships, barely 50 meters long, could actually fly inside!

"Sir, we have captured the signal from the psychic beacon. We can open the portal at any time." A navigator bowed and saluted.

"Very well, once my brother is ready, let us begin." Ferrus nodded.

"May the traveler bless you," said the navigator.

"Traveler?" Ferrus's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously felt something was amiss. After all, navigators didn't seem to have any faith, did they?

"Yes, we are all travelers, walking in the long river of the Milky Way and time. Our ancestors are watching us and hope that we can go further."

"We will go further." Ferrus nodded, not dwelling on these matters any further. After all, the Navigator, like the Mechanicus, was an entity that could not be offended. After all, a Navigator was always needed to fly a spaceship.

Aboard the Glory of Macragge, Clarks and Guilliman were doing similar work.

"You're not planning on going into battle like this, are you?" Picking up a stasis grenade, Clarks looked at Guilliman with a complicated expression. Honestly, in Clarks's opinion, Guilliman at this moment didn't look like he was going to board a battle. His only weapons were a ruling hand and a short sword. Clarks felt he wasn't trustworthy.

"Uh..." Guilliman glanced at the heavily armored Klax, feeling a strange embarrassment. In this dimension, Klax was also a melee warrior, but after following Ferrus, Klax's perspective broadened. Ferrus demonstrated with his own actions that melee and ranged combat were not mutually exclusive. Ferrus himself demonstrated how to simultaneously wield his sledgehammer and the multi-purpose backpack on his back. Klax followed suit, his raven wings unfurling, their gears whirring, unleashing a terrifying firepower.

Compared to the fully-armed Clarks, Guilliman's outfit looked like a ceremonial dress. His ranged firepower was practically non-existent, and Clarks felt that Guilliman was truly incompetent in close combat.

"Brother Ferrus will be very unhappy if you go boarding like this," Clarks thought to himself. Considering his elder brother's temper and the face of his newly returned brother, Clarks took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then spoke: "Guilliman, my brother, do you need to bring more weapons? After all, we are facing a very vicious enemy."

"Unfortunately, I don't have the right weapons." Guilliman glanced at the Ultramarines who were also preparing nearby. The heavy plasma cannons and laser cannons they were equipped with were just toys in the hands of the Primarch, and the weapons equipped by the Dreadnoughts were obviously not suitable for the Primarch to use.

"Hey, thankfully, I still have some spares." Clarks called over his weapon attendant, who retrieved a number of heavy, massive weapons specially prepared for the Primarch from several sealed alleys. "Brother, do you have any experience with long-handled weapons and jetpacks?" Clarks asked.

Making friends with a top blacksmith means you will never be short of weapons. Although Clarks likes to use lightning claws, Ferrus still made several spare weapons and jet packs for his brother.

"A long-handled weapon? That's fine too." Guilliman glanced at the dagger in his hand. He felt that while it was also exquisitely crafted, the work of a master, it was truly more suited to ceremonies than battlefields. Furthermore, after being kited by the Brain Eater Elder, Guilliman felt that running on two legs and the teleporter backpack with its long cooldown period were indeed lacking in mobility. Clarks's jetpack was clearly more suitable for the upcoming boarding battle.

"Choose a weapon." Clarks generously showed Guilliman his spare weapon.

"Let's choose this one." After a moment, Guilliman selected a spear that was over six meters long. Its sharp, slender tip and curved blades on both sides evoked a unique aesthetic. Furthermore, this weapon was a combination of long-range and short-range capabilities. Thanks to its internal functional devices, it could fire powerful beams with various uses, such as gravity beams, laser beams, and incendiary beams.

"Very well, my brother." Clarks personally removed the spear from its rack and then removed the Raven Guard emblem from it, taking Guilliman's feelings into consideration. "This power spear is called the Spear of the Celebration. It's a very fine weapon."

Chapter 208 Capture

"And this power backpack has its own power source and will not occupy the power of your original power armor, so you don't have to worry about insufficient power. Then my technical sergeant will match these two pieces of equipment with suitable paint jobs for you. Believe me, Guilliman, when you have a handy piece of equipment in your hands, you will like fighting." Clarks said with a smile.

After a brief bout of busywork by the Techmarine, the "Flying Soldier" Guilliman made his grand entrance. After adjusting to the weapon, Guilliman was impressed by Ferrus's skill. This weapon was specially crafted for the Primarch, its length, weight, and center of gravity perfectly suited to its use. The various high-tech features built into it further enhanced its power.

"What a powerful weapon." Guilliman tried to swing the Spear of the Festival in his hand. Compared with this powerful weapon, the dagger in his hand was really like a toy.

"My lords, the beacon has been locked and the portal is about to open." A servant reported to the two primarchs.

"Very well, then, let us set out." As the Legion Librarian's psychic energy flowed into the portal, a curtain of light appeared before everyone. The colossal Titans and their guards were the first to cross the shimmering gate. Then, led by the Primarchs, hordes of war machines and guards passed through the gate and into the distant War Moon. The final phase of this battle had finally begun!

"They're coming! Fire!" With the roar of divine machinery, Titans zeroed in on the distant Randan army, unleashing a barrage of bullets and beams. Within the range of the detectors, massive, twisted war machines charged towards the Imperial legions. Some resembled multi-legged insects or arthropods, carrying massive artillery or unknown alien weaponry, hovering in the air like a swarm. These alien creations, equipped with powerful weaponry, could easily decimate Imperial armor and Dreadnoughts. Knight Titans and super-heavy vehicles proved little more than tenacious foes against them! Only a swarm of Titans could easily crush these alien war machines.

"This is not quite the same as the boarding battle we imagined." Guilliman came to Ferrus and said somewhat embarrassedly as he looked at the roaring Titan beside him. The fledgling Guilliman really could not have imagined that Titans could be used in boarding battles.

"That's perfectly normal, my brother! We're dealing with the most terrifying xenos in the galaxy, so we must use our weapons relentlessly and utterly destroy them." Ferrus replied to his brother as he continued to command his powerful legions across the War Moon. Titan and Bear gunship volleys razed everything in their path, and hundreds of thousands of Randan slaves were vaporized by the Machine God's fury. Then came the Randan bone-eaters, some cloaked in robes, their bodies composed of countless worms. They formed complex battle lines to block the Empire's advance.

As the Legion advanced, when the army entered some narrow areas, the huge Titans and Bear gunships temporarily stopped, and groups of fighters and Legion soldiers were gathered to prepare for the next close combat.

"Well, if we want to completely occupy this war moon instead of being simply destroyed, then we must defeat our opponents in brutal close combat." Ferrus picked up his warhammer, and the backpack behind him started to work. Then, one by one, weapons that Guilliman knew or didn't know stretched out from behind and aimed at the front.

"Let's go!" Ferrus said, and rushed forward with his Gorgon Terminator, protected by a large number of battle robots. Before this, Clarks had already entered the battlefield with the Raven Guard, removing the nails.

"I will cooperate with you, my brother." Guilliman said after looking at the few warriors following him.

A moment later, a brutal close-range battle began!

"Why are these guys so damn indestructible?" a squad of Iron Hands frantically attacked the distant worms with explosives and plasma grenades. However, the rain of explosives only killed some of the worms, and as a whole, they fought back, their staffs emitting beams of pale green light that could easily slice through power armor. These walking maggots could stretch their bodies at will, and in addition to their strange technology, they also possessed immense psychic powers. Ordinary weapons could only injure or repel them, but were difficult to kill completely. That was until the hooded Dark Angels joined the fray.

While the Iron Hands were engaged in a fierce battle with the Wormmen on the opposite side, a small group of Dark Angels slowly came to one side of the battlefield under the cover of stealth positions. They picked up the psychic whippers in their hands that shone with ominous light and stabbed the other side. With a dazzling white flash, when they hit the Wormmen in the distance, the latter emitted a psychic scream that was unbearable for the Space Marines. However, this was also the last echo of the opponent. Afterwards, the worms that made up the human form died one after another, and another Dark Angel was afraid that the opponent was not dead enough, after obtaining a small amount of sample, he used a flamethrower to burn it completely.

"Let's continue." The leading Dark Angel nodded, signaling Iron Hand to continue forward with him.

In larger spaces, Ferrus led his Space Wolves' Titans and Iron Hands' Dreadnoughts in a fierce battle against the Randan Bone Eaters. Titans and Iron Wolf mechs, equipped with reinforced storm shields, led the charge, their thick energy shields warding off the ferocious enemy weapons. Meanwhile, their various long-range firepower, like plowing the fields, gradually cleared out any enemies they encountered. In the air, various drones provided information and air cover for the Legion. The entire Legion operated like a tightly coordinated machine.

However, as several teleportation auras appeared within the Imperial Legion's formation, several alien war machines resembling spiders and floating octopuses appeared from the fire support detachment behind them. These war machines, roughly the size of ordinary tanks, possessed unimaginable agility and resilience. They moved swiftly, even using anti-gravity devices to walk on walls or hover in the air. Each war machine was equipped with an energy shield, and the plasma and melta guns in the hands of the infantry could only create ripples on the shield.

Dancing limbs and tentacles emitting deadly rays easily sliced ​​through the armor of the Siskarian tanks and the shields of the Space Marines. Even though Ferrus had anticipated the enemy's formidable firepower and equipped some of his soldiers with storm shields, these shields, designed to withstand plasma and laser fire, were as fragile as paper against the alien weapons. Worse still, the opposing pilots seemed to possess psychic powers, occasionally unleashing psychic blasts even more deadly than their weapons. Many mortals fainted or even went mad immediately after being attacked.

"Santo, come with me!" Ferrus said and activated his own teleportation device, and his Iron Wolf Mech, the Mechanicus's combat robots and Dreadnoughts were also teleported into the battlefield. The Gorgon Terminator did not join the battle because it was not an enemy they could deal with.

With precise teleportation, Ferrus landed next to a spider-shaped war machine. Before the opponent could react, Ferrus swung the warhammer in his hand and easily smashed the two legs into twisted twists. Then he jumped lightly and landed on the opponent. With the heavy swing of the warhammer, the terrifying stance lingering on the warhammer easily shattered the alien turret on the spider. Then he raised his left fist wrapped in silver metal and smashed it down fiercely. This blow completely knocked the spider alien as big as an armored vehicle to the ground. Then, as Ferrus tore open the hatch, he easily strangled the 3-meter-tall Bone Eater inside.

"Retrieve this thing and take it back for research," Ferrus told his men. Then, with the help of servos, a multitude of weapons extended from his backpack, aiming at the mechanical octopus hovering in the distance. In an instant, the backpack unleashed a weaponry seemingly far beyond its capacity: Dark Age ray weapons, plasma, lasers, and missiles designed by Ferrus himself to counter shields. At this moment, Ferrus's firepower could completely crush a small army.

"Accept the punishment of steel and fire!" Ferrus roared, and countless bullets instantly overwhelmed the distant mechanical octopus. Its shields were easily extinguished like a flame in a gust of wind, and then, the creature was torn to pieces by the violent firepower. Elsewhere, two Iron Hands Dreadnoughts coordinated to overload the shields of another mechanical octopus. Then, a single electromagnetic jammer blast completely disabled it. Iron Hands' professional technicians swarmed over, ready to capture the alien war machine. For Ferrus, this was not just a battle, but also a collection journey.

On the flank of Ferrus's Legion, Guilliman and his Ultramarines diligently shielded the Iron Hands' flank, clearing out secondary targets and the vast number of slave legions. Watching their brother legions in the distance, slashing through the opposing defenses like a hammer, Guilliman and his descendants felt a mixture of emotions. Without a doubt, in this war, Guilliman and his Ultramarines were completely supporting characters, and their performance was incompetent. This was a stark difference from what he had expected. A sense of humiliation washed over him, and at this moment, Guilliman was suddenly overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of crisis. A terrifying entity, or perhaps an invisible shadow, was stalking the battlefield!

"It's coming! Beta-class and below, prepare to evacuate!" Ferrus also sensed the immense threat. The Primarch's extraordinary intuition and the nature of the Warp made him aware of the terrifying nature of the incoming force. Facing such an enemy, ordinary combatants were of little use. To minimize unnecessary casualties, Ferrus decided to retain those who could truly kill this monster.

Therefore, in the pre-war plan, Ferrus's so-called Alpha-class combatants consisted of only a handful: three Primarchs, the Emperor's retainers, psychic giant mechas, and a small number of specialized knight mechas. The Dark Angels, Iron Hands, and some unknown forces of the Space Wolves, as well as the Radiant Lord's extinction machine!

In a flash, almost instantly, a massive, twisted brain, sprouting dozens of tentacles, appeared before everyone. This terrifying creature, the size of a Reaver Titan, entered the battlefield with a teleporting aura. With a silent roar, a powerful psychic energy spread. In an instant, the less vulnerable Space Marines were mortally wounded. They dropped their weapons, clutched their heads in agony, and shook frantically. The powerful psychic energy surged, warping space, seemingly poised to open a passage to the Warp. The brain was in dire condition, half its body shrunken and rotten, its tentacles half broken. Even so, its arrival was enough to keep the three Primarchs on high alert.

At this moment, the soulless Extinction Relics were in peak condition. Without souls, they possessed minds, making them immune to the effects of mental blasts. These six-meter-tall killing machines, loaded with deadly weaponry, unhesitatingly aimed their various forbidden weapons at the distance, unleashing a dimensional cannon! (The Lord of Radiance's Extinction Relics had many models, ranging from human-sized bodyguards to true killing machines, forgoing disguises.)

Using similar Eldar technology, the dimensional cannon, which directly distorted space to cause destruction, could effectively bypass most shields and strike the target directly. This time, the twisted energy field successfully pierced the psychic shields, and the spatial field tore through the vast body of the main brain, easily shredding countless connective tissues, bone-like structures, and the gray-white brain. The sudden blow caused the already severely injured main brain to let out a piercing scream. After the fury, the counterattack came instantly. The remaining tentacles waved, and a series of colorful psychic rays swept out, easily slicing through the mechas and war engines in the distance.

The Extinction Machine's shield blocked the blow. However, before the Extinction Machine could react, the enraged Mastermind suddenly appeared, its tentacles swirling with psychic lightning fiercely lashing out at the Extinction Machine, grabbing one of its weapon arms. Then, with an inexplicable force, it forcibly ripped it free, tossing the Extinction Machine aside like trash.

Clarks flew through the enemy sky like lightning, raining down a barrage of stasis grenades. Any ordinary unit would have been trapped for hours, ready for slaughter. However, the Overmind's radiant psychic energy easily shattered the resulting stasis fields. Just as several tentacles flew towards the fleeing Clarks, Ferrus's heavy firepower arrived as expected. Various missiles and energy beams tore at the Overmind's body. The remaining Extinction Relics and Dark Angels also joined the fray, the flashes of forbidden weapons constantly exploding against the Overmind's body. The overwhelming firepower gradually made the Overmind feel the threat of death. To survive, it prepared to flash away again, but at that moment, the space lock established by the Rune Priests on the periphery and in conjunction with the magic circle activated, rendering its teleportation power useless.

The Mastermind, demobilized and battered, made a final struggle. A powerful consciousness swept across the battlefield, finally locking onto Ferrus, the greatest threat to it. It concentrated almost all of its psychic energy on him, then fired a terrifying beam that could tear a Titan apart. However, the beam dissipated into nothingness as it approached Ferrus. Behind Ferrus, a Sister of Silence stepped out. The Sister's anti-energy field was enough to deal with any psyker within its capacity.

"Thank you for your help, ma'am." Ferrus nodded, then swung the warhammer in his hand, and dense firepower once again covered the distant target. This time, the opponent's main brain finally ran out of energy.

"Very good, prepare to collect this main brain. Let's continue." Ferrus said as he looked at the fallen main brain body.

Meanwhile, across the vast battlefield ahead, the Titan Legions and Ursa Gunships of the Ominous Order engaged the oversized Overminds. Ferrus and his men were fortunate, their space limited, preventing the truly massive Overminds from entering. Within the vast interior of the War Moon, a clash of apocalyptic proportions erupted. At least 20 Ominous Order Psychic Titans, 70 Titans from other regular Titan Legions, and over 30 Ursa Gunships—this impressive force, despite the loss of over 20 Titans of various types, finally defeated the last of the Overminds and the enemy.

After battling numerous legions and countless Mechanicus Skitarii, Ferrus finally reached the control room of War Moon Two. It was a massive brain pool, and under normal circumstances, there should be at least five more massive beings than the one they had just killed controlling the entire War Moon.

"What a nice trophy, isn't it?" Ferrus said, looking at the spacious control room that was as big as a city.

"Yes, this is a great victory, but the twisted and abominable technology and sorcery within it is truly..." Clarks looked at his brother and whispered, "Should we destroy it?"

"Then we might lose a lot of knowledge and opportunities." Ferrus also fell into deep thought. "I suggest asking our father and letting him decide."

"Alright," Clarks nodded. "Let's go and comfort our brothers. The Ultramarine's losses this time are quite high."

"It is indeed cruel for our brothers to choose such a powerful alien as the target of the first battle. However, his performance and mentality are indeed very bad. We need to teach him how to face this dark universe." said Ferrus.

Chapter 209 Everyone, please have a sense of shame!

"Okay, put the report here, and then you can go out." After returning to the Iron Fist with dust on his body, Ferrus said to his servants. Then he looked at his two brothers.

"Brothers, our work is not over yet. To be honest, this battle far exceeded our expectations. I never thought that I would encounter such a powerful alien in the galaxy. We suffered heavy losses in this battle and won very hard. It can even be said that our victory was actually achieved with the help of others. We only won time. Obviously, in the future, we will continue to fight the alien named Randan to the end. Therefore, we must strengthen our strength. We are too weak!" Ferrus said with great sorrow, and then he made a decision on behalf of his two brothers, which was: "Everyone continue to work overtime to deal with some things!"

"The Space Wolves, led by Lord Balder, have performed impeccably this time. The three of us are here to discuss some matters that are inappropriate for outsiders," Ferrus said sternly to Clarkes and Guilliman after closing the door. The other's harsh tone and decisive attitude made their hearts tighten. Ferrus in this dimension had even more of a big brother's demeanor and confidence than the one in the background!

"Let's first talk about the losses in this battle," said Ferrus.

"We lost at least 300 battleships. More than 2 Legionnaires were killed, and the number of dead and wounded reached half of the total. Moreover, the two Glorious Queen-class battleships, Emperor's Shadow and Macragge's Glory, suffered very heavy losses and require a long time to repair and improve." Clarks gave a brief introduction to the situation of the battle.

Clearly, the losses inflicted in this engagement were immense, a blow the Legions had never suffered since their inception! However, in the Traveler's opinion, the outcome of this battle was already quite good, even fortunate. After all, in the background, the DA Legion, composed of original Terran veterans, mustered 5 elite troops, deployed three Glorious Queens, and numerous Mechanicus Legions, only to engage a Randan fleet possessing a single War Moon. After a fierce battle, the DA suffered 1 casualties and the loss of a Glorious Queen, only to barely prevail. In reality, the Traveler estimated that the first War Moon the DA encountered was likely comparable to, or slightly stronger than, this second War Moon.

And what about this time? Generally speaking, excluding the outsized presence of ships like the Traveler and the Endless Journey, the average quality of both the Iron Hands and Space Wolves Legions is inferior to that of the original Inner Circle Supermen. As for the level of equipment? Actually, it's not as good either. While the Lord of Radiance sponsored several Extinction Relics, the Dark Angels also had them. So, in this battle, facing the might of the Randan fleet, the Imperial Legion was incredibly lucky to defeat them at the cost of over twenty thousand casualties and not a single Glorious Queen sunk. If it weren't for the Endless Journey and the Traveler's direct deception, Ferrus and the others' escape was a blessing from the Emperor! Ferrus and the others were well aware of this, hence their sense of urgency.

"Ferus, I feel that Baldur and his flagship are beyond our imagination." Guilliman hesitated for a moment and said, "According to the data, Baldur is from Fenris, a barbaric planet. How could such a planet have such a powerful warship and the ability to use ancient relics? It simply defies common sense."

"Guilliman, there are many things in this world that defy common sense. After experiencing certain things, I often feel my own insignificance and fragility. We are Primarchs, demigods in the eyes of our descendants and mortals, but in reality, within the galaxy, we are merely slightly more powerful beings, and what we consider to be common sense is narrow-minded and even ridiculous. There are many things we cannot judge, nor should we. It would be better to leave all this to our father, or wait until we become powerful enough to make a judgment."

"And it's obvious that our father trusts Balder, and he did help us solve the biggest problem. It can be said that without the Endless Journey, our best outcome would be a hasty escape. Instead of worrying about these problems, we might as well think about what we should do first! Make ourselves stronger and better serve mankind and our father!" Ferrus said angrily.

If Guilliman could think of a problem, how could Ferrus not have? After all, he and Balder had spent far more time together. Often, he kept silent, but it wasn't that he didn't think about it, he just didn't speak of it easily. Ferrus considered it a blessing to have a superpower on his side. Whether he was reliable or not was up to the Emperor, so why would you, a Primarch, care? With a formidable enemy outside, it was crucial to rally all forces possible. Anything could be dealt with later.

What further displeased Ferrus was that, in this engagement, five legions were considered the main force (the Iron Hands, the Wolves, the Ravens, the Ultramarines, and the Dark Angels. The DA, though fewer in number, played a significant role). Of these, the Ultramarines performed the worst. Of course, Klax's performance was also mediocre, but he had saved Guilliman after all, and Klax's legion wasn't meant to engage in direct combat.

"Well, some of the questions we can't understand should be left to Father." Facing Ferrus's cold and hard gaze, Guilliman decisively changed the subject. After all, he knew his performance this time was disastrous. Over half of the Ultramarines were killed, over 2000 were injured, and less than 2000 remained intact. Even the Randan aliens, who had just engaged them, realized they were a pushover. So why not give them a hard time?