Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Then, relying on their powerful battlefield supply capabilities and their ability to sustain themselves through battle, along with Morris's strong management skills and Asmodeus's business acumen, the two brothers quickly upgraded the equipment level of the Order of the Circle of Ruin to a new level... Better equipment meant lower casualties and greater efficiency, and greater efficiency meant more equipment from the Space Wolves. In this virtuous cycle, the Circle of Ruin, once a small mountain within the DA, began to grow into a mountain. Even more remarkable, before the return of their Primarch, the Dark Angels had mostly fought separately. The now-growing Circle of Ruin led an expeditionary fleet on its own, completely forming a closed loop of supply and tactical systems.

As for trade relations between the Space Wolves and other Dark Angels orders, they certainly do. However, the Space Wolves workshops, which value loyalty, prefer to do business with familiar customers and offer discounts to regular customers. Furthermore, the relationships between the various workshops within the Space Wolves are quite complex, so a lot of business between the other orders and the Space Wolves is handled by the Circle of Ruin.

"Holy crap..." This was definitely a mutual influence. Balder was a bit daunted. Who'd ever seen a DA that could do business, using war to support war? This dimension had appeared! Because of the DA, there were many small factions within the Space Wolves. And because of the Space Wolves, the Order of the Circle of Destruction had begun to engage in business and farming, which was quite surprising.

"Then 2000 sets is impossible." Bader refused decisively.

"The payment will be made within 10 days, but the first batch must be 400 sets. We can pay the full amount now," said Morris.

"You've got a pretty good calculation." Bader glanced at Morris, silently giving him a thumbs-up for his business acumen. Morris had simply paid the full price now, which might seem like a loss for them, but in reality, they were actually making a profit. In the long run, the price of the Centurion Terminator would continue to rise, especially within the DA. The reason was simple: the battle with the Randan aliens had been brutal.

In reality, Morris had received a significant number of Centurion Terminators from Bader, over 800 units, second only to his largest client, Ferrus. However, due to the unique nature of DA missions, he hadn't accumulated much of this equipment; it was all consumable. Bader had initially stated that the first few dozen units could be exchanged. But the rest, they were completely gone in battle. And now, with the Randan War about to begin, Morris felt his inventory was insufficient! On the one hand, he faced high battlefield consumption, and on the other, limited production capacity. Therefore, paying for the goods upfront would mitigate the risk of future price increases.

"Alright, first batch of 400 pieces of power armor. Send someone to pick them up within one Terran Moon. That's it," Balder said after a moment's thought. They then finalized deals for items like Frost Crystals, Iron Wolf armor, and various light and heavy weaponry. (Yes, the Iron Wolf armor was also included in the sale, Ferrus agreed. After all, the Dark Angels played a significant role this time, having fought alongside the Iron Hands across the War Moon.)

"Nimeen, you're next." When the meeting was in its fourth hour, Morris signaled to Nimeen with his eyes while drinking water.

"Alright." Nimeen nodded imperceptibly. The previous transaction was just an appetizer. After all, the two sides had traded similar products long before, but this time the demand was larger. But the next transaction would be for the real hard goods, the kind you couldn't buy outside. Nimeen, on the other hand, was the Dark Angel with the closest relationship to Balder.

"We need Bear gunships, Splendid-class battleships, and Titan battle mechs," Nimeen said. "As payment for these transactions, we are willing to hand over a xenos city. We have occupied that planet and were planning to study its technology and history, but unfortunately, the Legion is about to assemble. Therefore, we can hand it over to you, Your Excellency. It also includes some of the xenos inhabitants."

"How much do you want?" Balder asked after thinking for a moment.

"Within the next five years, provide us with at least three Splendid-class battleships and their accompanying frigates. As for the Giant Battle Mechas, I hope to provide 5 within three months and 3 within the next five years. As for the Bear gunships, the more the better. We hope to provide more than 3 Bear gunships in the first batch, and an additional 10 in the next five years. If it is not enough, you can use other means to pay." said Nimin.

"Do you know how much a Brilliant-class battleship and three frigates cost?" Bader was really unhappy. How big could an alien city be that it could be worth so many things?

"Let me put it this way. A single Brilliant-class battleship, without any forbidden weapons or technology, costs the equivalent of 2.4 conventional Imperial battleships. Add in frigates and a full complement of aircraft, and even three Imperial battleships wouldn't be able to take it down! And at that price, we're basically not making any money. I want to know, even if that alien stronghold is something like a Salamis Star Fortress, is it worth nine Imperial battleships? And that's just part of the deal you're asking for!"

"Okay, let's talk about the older ones, the Bear gunships, which are currently equipped with four legions. Dorn only received 4 in the first batch. You want 7 right away? Do you have more face than the Primarch?" Balder said sternly.

Space Wolves Legion items aren't cheap; a set of Centurion Terminators can be exchanged for three regular Legion Terminators, but the price/performance ratio is truly exceptional. After all, the Centurion Terminator's firepower rivals that of a Dreadnought. If you think of it as a mini-Dreadnought, it immediately becomes inexpensive.

As for the Splendid-class battleship, it was even worth the cost of three battleships. Based on experiments and actual combat performance, Bader concluded that if a Splendid-class battleship faced an ordinary Imperial battleship, in a head-on engagement, before the enemy could bring the Splendid-class into effective range, the Splendid-class battleship's powerful axial weapons could severely damage or even destroy the ordinary battleship. Therefore, its high price was justified.

Balder was dissatisfied with the Dark Angel's request, but in fact, Balder was not as angry as he appeared.

The current cost of a Splendor-class battleship is indeed higher than three Imperial battleships, but with the entry of the Cosmos Corporation and Ultramar, that cost will gradually decrease. The Bear Gunship is still in high demand, but the new generation of Wyvern Heavy Gunships has also been completed... and has begun mass production. As for the Colossus, let the Eldar produce more Core Wraithbones. Even the Eldar must contribute to the Great Crusade!

"Emmmm." Facing the roaring Balder, Nimeen's expression was utterly awkward. He glanced at Morris beside him. His eyes clearly read: See, I told you the asking price was too high. What kind of alien city is worth so much? Then, Nimeen gestured, suggesting that the three Splendor-class battleships be reduced to two.

"The three Brilliant-class battleships cannot be cut, so how about cutting the Bear gunships?" Morris continued to bargain with his two colleagues in DA's unique way.

"Why do you want to cut my equipment?" Asmodeus was unhappy. Currently, he was the captain of the air commando team.

"Sir, what we are delivering to you is not so much an alien city as it is the last remnant of an alien civilization. This is because these aliens are very special. Their culture, technology, and history are very unique. It is definitely a treasure trove." After a while, Morris said to Balder sincerely.

"Okay, give me the information about this alien city. You guys discuss it first, and I'll take a look at your exchange price. Although we are friends, I have to be responsible for the Space Wolves Legion." Looking at the DA discussing below, Balder snorted and said, then Asmodeus handed a data tablet to Balder, and Balder temporarily left the hall.

Chapter 212: The Stab, the Spirit, and the Past (7K)

When Balder opened the data tablet, he was immediately attracted by the contents and even felt that the price asked by the Dark Angel did not seem so expensive.

"Although his appearance and form differ significantly from the one in the background, I can confirm this is the one, or rather, the one before his fall!" The human side faded, and the traveler awoke from his slumber. As he flipped through the datapad, he searched for traces of the past in the long river of fate. However, the datapad contained only a small portion, a brief overview of the situation. Some things required on-site investigation.

The Ra people also have some background description. Their home is the Lar An system. They are a highly developed alien civilization. Their appearance is similar to the snake people in Terran mythology, with snake-like tails, no legs, insect-like abdomens, and usually four limbs and arms. They have bulbous round faces and compound eyes.

Their technology is highly advanced, exemplified by their anti-gravity technology and energy crystals. Their world is an oceanic one, with most cities suspended above the surface by anti-gravity technology and energy crystals. They are swift and powerful. Another aspect is genetics. Their society is highly structured, with each scorpion assigned a specific profession at birth and then genetically modified to better suit their work. Fabius Bile's genetic modification technology actually originated largely from the scorpions.

In fact, the Emperor's Children Legion suffered considerable losses when it destroyed the Seraphim, with more than 700 killed and 5000 injured.

Furthermore, this race has long believed in S. The sword treasured in their temple, the very sword that later led Fulgrim to his downfall, housed a demon called S. It could be said that Fulgrim destroyed the S., but then the S. led Fulgrim to his downfall.

However, it was clear that the xenos encountered by the Dark Angels this time were not in the Lar'an system, but on an unknown planet far away. According to captured spies and interrogation records, the Dark Angels claimed they were a communicative and friendly race. They possessed unique technology and beliefs, so the Dark Angels did not eliminate them before draining their knowledge. And now, before the Primarch's return, Morris seemed to intend to hand over this xenos city and its inhabitants to Balder.

Perhaps to outsiders, the Dark Angels' behavior is somewhat unreasonable. In fact, if you think about the dwarves who serve the Dark Angels, you will understand. In some cases, the Dark Angels do not mind letting some useful aliens survive, or live for a while longer.

What now appeared before the traveler were the pre-corruption Thorns. Their appearance was very similar to humans, but they also had a snake-like lower body and tail. They still had multiple pairs of arms, and their heads were also similar to humans.

"The S-corrupted Thorns were the direct cause of Fulgrim's fall, but I didn't expect that in a corner of the universe, there are still Thorns who have not fallen. This is very interesting. Maybe there will be unexpected results at that time." The traveler fell into deep thought.

"Forget it, let's get rid of those inner-circle merchants outside the door first." Balder said.

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"I told you, the price is too high." Nimin complained.

"I'm also doing this for the order and the legion. Look at the current situation. Future wars will be very cruel. I also want to stockpile more equipment." Morris defended.

"So what do you say we should do now?" Nimin asked.

"Anyway, you can't cut my equipment. The Bear gunship I want only accounts for a small part. If you want to cut it, cut the other parts." Asmodeus insisted.

"How about we increase the price a little?" Morris said.

"We've basically taken out everything we can trade this time," Niemin said, spreading his hands.

"Alright, everyone, let's do as you're told. What you've given me is enough to settle the bill," Bader said. "Also, I can give you a Brilliant-class battleship first. Once the subsequent ships arrive, you can return this one to me. That's it."

"Shit, what's going on?" Morris felt like his brain was a little confused.

"Did we lose out?" Nimin immediately began to recall whether he had missed anything useful.

"Okay, that's enough for today. We can start delivering tomorrow. Just do what you need to do. After all, the Primarch of the First Legion is about to return." Balder was in no mood to continue chatting with the other party.

"Okay, let's get ready." Morris said quickly as he stood up.

"Also, let me remind you that compared to other orders, the Circle of Destruction and the Order of Seekers are a bit too conspicuous. It's better to put some of them away." Balder thought about it and reminded the other party.

The situation is constantly changing. Back when Jonson wasn't back, Morris led Nimean as a regional lord, engaging in numerous businesses and amassing a vast amount of equipment. These belonged to their order, and other orders were unaware of them, making it impossible for them to easily mobilize the equipment of the Circle of Destruction. After all, within the DA's system, each order was a separate faction, and each faction was virtually equal. Even though Urian was the Supreme Grand Master, the DA's fragmented nature made control difficult.

But now, with Jonson's return, things were different. The entire Dark Angels Legion was now under Jonson's command, and Jonson's first step would undoubtedly be to inventory the Legion's assets. Then, he suddenly discovered that the Circle of Ruin and the Seekers of Knowledge had a trove of superior equipment, even better than his own guards. What do you think Jonson would do? Given Jonson's intelligence, he'd undoubtedly allocate it directly. So, Balder had a vague feeling that the wealth Morris had amassed would be dispersed among other forces. As for asking Jonson to pay? How could that be possible?

"Oh, I'm really worried about these inner ring merchants." Balder sighed in his heart.

"Put your belongings away and don't show them off too much. Also, you can privately tell Jonson that you received these things because of the traditional friendship between the Circle of Ruin and the Space Wolves," Baldur said. Jonson was unkind to his own offspring. But, after all, he was quite tolerant of his brothers. Russ was largely responsible for the cat-and-dog fight in the background, but Jonson still helped keep Russ's secret.

Therefore, Balder felt that if he had pointed out the relationship between the Space Wolves and Morris and the others, then Jonson would have to give him some respect. After all, the two Legions would have to cooperate with each other in the future. Jonson also had to think about it. If he gave something to Morris and then let him take it away, it would not be a good look for both parties.

"Okay, I'm taught you that," Morris said.

"Haha." Balder smiled, and Morris and the others were fine with what they listened to. Balder didn't have time for these trivial matters. The stabbing problem was the most important issue.

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"A purple-robed god will rise from the primordial waters, sowing life in the barren land, and rebirthing it into a fertile paradise." Returning to his own secret room, when the traveler saw a picture on the data board, these words suddenly appeared in his mind.

The image shows a pool filled with a pale blue liquid. The Dark Angels' notes refer to this pool as the Pool of Life, and the liquid within appears to be a product of human genetic technology and some kind of metaphysics. However, when the Traveler saw this photo, a phrase inexplicably appeared in his mind. This phrase also has a source in the background: a quote from a novel titled "The Exterminating Angel." This prophecy seems to originate from some rumor on Fulgrim's home planet, Chemos.

Considering that Fulgrim will ascend to a demon in the future and also be dressed in purple, there seems to be a rumor that this prophecy refers to Fulgrim. However, the traveler knows that this rumor is definitely not about Fulgrim!

First, let's talk about Fulgrim's ascension. This isn't really about Fulgrim. Fulgrim tricked Mr. Pixar into traveling with him to an Eldar crone world in search of something called the Angel of Extinction. Then, Fulgrim schemed against Mr. Pixar, drained his power, and completed his ascension. That's it. There's really not much else to say. (Also, Mr. Pixar has a strange temper. Even after being nearly killed by Fulgrim, he never rebelled against Horus again...)

Furthermore, considering Fulgrim's status, it wasn't that the Traveler looked down on him; a being who surrendered to the Chaos God would never achieve godhood! Fulgrim lacked his own divine portfolio. He had no way of concentrating his godhood, and everything within him was controlled by the Chaos God. How could the Chaos God allow one of his toys to become a true god? Wa Banxian was, to put it bluntly, a demigod, his status not even as high as the Traveler's before he gained the power of the Webway. Therefore, if this prophecy was true, then the god rising from the Primordial Waters couldn't be Fulgrim.

Thinking about it now, the traveler believed that this so-called purple-robed deity was most likely S. Well then, assuming this deity was S, and that He rose from the primordial water, then what was the primordial water? Seeing this piercing pool of life, the traveler had some thoughts in mind.

The following sentences are actually quite easy to understand: this deity used some primordial water to create new life, which can be simply understood as creating its own followers. More directly, it seems that Slaanesh wants to use some kind of object and consciousness to create followers?

From the perspective of power, this is not a problem, after all, the demons of Slaanesh were actually created by Him. However, it is obvious that the creation of followers mentioned in this prophecy is not referring to demons, but rather a race in the real world.

"Emmmm. This issue is worth studying." The traveler fell into deep thought. At the same time, he thought it necessary to discuss this matter with the Emperor and the Eldar gods, so he called the other three beings.

So, when the gods of order and the gods who ascended to the gods gathered again, the traveler shared the information he had obtained and his own thoughts with everyone present, and then sat aside, waiting for the big guys to speak.

"Slaanesh wishes to create a race in the world of mortals," the Laughing God sighed.

"I know. And then?" asked the Emperor.

"Slaanesh is very ambitious, very ambitious," the Laughing God said. "He wants to simultaneously obtain the godhood of his race and, when the time is right, support this race to unify the entire galaxy. In this way, Slaanesh will become a god of both the Warp and reality, radically increasing his power."

"This doesn't seem strange. Evil gods like to recruit believers in the real universe. It's not uncommon to find races that believe in evil gods." The Emperor thought for a moment and said.

"No, it's different. Slaanesh wants to become the creator god of the race, and he also wants to obtain the destiny of this race. Emperor, in fact, you are not a racial god in the full sense. You are born powerful, and compared to us and travelers, your nature is more inclined to the evil god." said the God of Laughter.

"I don't like this statement." The emperor frowned and said.

"The birth of the evil gods originated from the birth pangs of the galaxy. It is the echo of pain and history. They are born powerful. And they do not rely too much on faith. We and the travelers were not as powerful as you when we were born. You were born as a super-standard existence, but the travelers were not." The God of Laughter said with a smile.

"Haha, okay, then let's talk about this alien called Thorn, the so-called primordial water and the evil god's conspiracy." The Emperor obviously did not want to continue discussing this topic.

"We have some understanding and records of the Assassins. It can be said that this race, which is not very powerful now, once had very big ambitions." said the God of Laughter.

"What ambition?" the traveler asked curiously.

"They wish to create their own racial god..." the Laughing God said calmly, but these words undoubtedly shocked the Emperor and the Traveler, for they knew the true terror of the so-called true gods. Let's put it this way: in the galaxy, aside from the theory of ribs, only with gods can a civilization qualify as a player, not a pawn.

"Then their end will surely be dire," the Traveler sighed. During the Eldar's reign, regardless of whether other races mastered the methods and means of achieving godhood, or even whether they possessed the ability, even if they possessed all the necessary skills, achieving godhood depended on the Eldar's permission! Eldar gods have even defeated Star Gods. For an ascender who can't maintain at least neutrality among the Eldar, there's virtually no chance of further advancement. Of course, the Emperor was an exception. As the Laughing God said, he was born powerful. Even so, he didn't cause much trouble before the Eldar's fall.

As for the Traveler? That was a huge help thanks to the Eldar's prophecy. The Eldar had long foreseen the final fall and believed that humanity would be the primary force against the Dark Lord. Therefore, the Eldar gods showed mercy to the Traveler at the time, even providing initial investment. Perhaps someone asks, how did the Orc Gods come about? Come on, those two gods have existed for a long time. The ancient Orcs and the Eldar were from the same era, right?

"They chose a very good time to start the plan. At that time, the Iron Man Rebellion broke out in humans, turning the galaxy into a mess. Then there was the fall of our race, which resulted in us not having enough energy and time to deal with them. But in the end, their god was not born. On the contrary, the God Ascender they had high hopes for was discovered by the awakened Slaanesh. When Slaanesh was born and the real universe fell into unprecedented chaos, this God Ascender was killed. At the same time, this civilization was almost completely destroyed, and most of the remaining Slaanesh were forced to convert to Slaanesh." The God of Laughter sighed and said.

"It seems that I am still very lucky." The traveler's heart suddenly tightened.

"Of course you're lucky, because more than one God-ascended fell in that catastrophe." The Laughing God smiled, then pointed a finger in the air. Then he asked, "Do you know the Hrud?"

"Of course I know." The traveler nodded.

"The Hrud also had a god who ascended to the gods, or who had become a god in some way. His name was Qah. He also fell in that catastrophe. In that war, his body was cut into millions of pieces by Slaanesh, and then these broken fragments formed something called Umbra. These things cannot even be called organic because they have almost no metabolism. They are often attracted by the warp engines of spacecraft and sometimes appear near space warps." said the God of Laughter.

(In ancient times, there was indeed such a setting for the Hrud people, and there was also something called Umbra, and there was also a picture. It is not clear whether it is still valid now.)

"This..." The traveler immediately felt that he could get to this point, which was really due to the protection of human destiny and the support of bigwigs from all sides!

"So, this so-called city is a pure and piercing relic?" asked the traveler.

"Yes, it is the legacy of the Asura civilization and the gods. This pool and liquid may be the so-called primordial water in the prophecy. And Seraph may want to use this primordial water to create his own real universe followers. Then, when a great rebellion occurs in the future, he will take the opportunity to become bigger and stronger." said the god of death, Iniede.

"But in my memory, this timeline doesn't exist," said the traveler.

"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be the Emperor's Angel of Death that destroyed all of this. The enemy's plan also came to nothing. But this time, because of your existence, these legacies finally fell into our hands. Obviously, this is a victory for us. At the same time, the long river of fate also favors us because of the powerful force of order." The God of Laughter showed a smile on his face.

"Then let's divide it among ourselves," said the emperor.

"Uh..." The Traveler and the two Eldar gods looked at the Emperor with strange eyes.

"No, did I say something wrong?" the emperor said in some confusion.

"Nyos, you're really used to taking things for free," Inijade said with a smile. "You disregard cause and effect and reincarnation, relying solely on your own preferences. You even have a disdain for fate. You've had it so easy, you won't repent until you encounter setbacks."

"For a race like the Assassins, whether it's destruction or plunder, there's a cause and effect, and a price to pay. Do you understand what I mean? Even if their gods are dead, it still remains the same! Everything in fate has a price tag," Iniede said word by word, his tone filled with a hint of chill.

"Yes, what the God of Death said is correct." The traveler sighed and nodded. "There are some things I think I can talk about more."

"This is what Fulgrim looked like after he ascended to the Demon Realm. After ascending to the Demon Realm, Fulgrim killed two Primarchs with his own hands." The Traveler projected his own memories into the minds of the other three. When the Emperor saw Guilliman being beaten to the point of death, the Traveler could feel that the Emperor's heart seemed to be bleeding.

Fulgrim exterminated the Slatans, and this was even part of Slaanesh's plan. Ultimately, when Fulgrim ascended to the daemon form, he took on the winged form of a Slatan. Fulgrim's form is quite unusual among all the Greater Daemons and Daemon Primarchs. In the Warhammer universe, Chaos Greater Daemons and Daemon Primarchs typically have legs, not serpentine lower bodies! Furthermore, Slaanesh's daemons rarely have this form, so it's almost certain that Fulgrim was influenced by the aftermath of the Slatan's extinction during his ascension.

The Empire, on the other hand, conveniently exterminated a portion of the pure Tsar, bearing grave consequences. Ferrus was slain, and Guilliman was severely wounded. These can also be seen as the curse and reverberations of the Tsar's genocide. Following their destruction, the Tsar influenced Fulgrim, who, through him, also undermined the Imperium. Otherwise, as the weakest of the evil gods, Fulgrim would have been able to secure two kills. This seems unconscionable!

"Then as the cause and effect of killing the assassin, Slaanesh does not have to bear the risk and curse? Or is it because He is too powerful that He ignores all this." The Emperor was obviously shocked by what he had just seen, and asked with sympathy.

"Clone Fulgrim!" The Traveler projected another memory into the gods' consciousness. Upon realizing this, everyone suddenly realized that everything has a price. Slaanesh and Fulgrim had paid a price, too. This price was achieved through Fabius Bile. He created a Fulgrim virtually untainted by Chaos! This Fulgrim later fell into the hands of the Figure King, perfectly safe. Even better, the Figure King possessed over 3 gene-seeds! To suggest that all this was purely coincidental and technical, none of the four leaders present believed it!

Is Fabius Bile awesome? He certainly is. After all, he's the one who cloned Ferrus, Horus, and Fulgrim. But when he cloned Ferrus, the result was a defective clone, and Horus wasn't a success either. But when he cloned Fulgrim, he succeeded. The replica was so perfect that even Fabius Bile, its creator, nearly fell to his knees. This isn't just technology, nor is it pure psychic power; it involves a higher-dimensional force. Furthermore, the other three Daemon Primarchs failed to create a pure clone, yet Fulgrim succeeded. This is truly bizarre.

"Then we will exterminate the Randan aliens..." The Emperor looked at the Traveler, his eyes full of worry.

"This is a little different. The gods of the Randan aliens are different from us and the Assassins. Their main brains and masters lack a complete independent consciousness. They belong to pan-consciousness. After death, consciousness quickly dissipates, so their backlash will be much smaller. That's why I said that they took the wrong path. And we have paid enough price, the complete destruction of at least a legion and a primarch." said the traveler.

"Haha, this price is very low." The emperor said with a little embarrassment.

"It's quite low. That's why I say the Randan aliens have a greater foundation, but they're heading in the wrong direction." The traveler spoke these words with a heart full of relief. The Randan aliens possess a deep foundation, but they're on the wrong path. The assassins' path might be right, but they lack foundation. Humans, on the other hand, are fortunate: they possess a deep foundation, are numerous, and have chosen the right path. Furthermore, they've received investment and protection from numerous powerful individuals, ultimately leveraging the good fortune of humanity to reach this point.

"So, what should we do with these so-called pure thorns?" asked the Emperor.

"It's simple. Take away some of their heritage so their race can continue. That's all," said the traveler.

"By the way, I have a question. Are the snake-men bodyguards and assassins living in Comoros related?" asked the traveler.

"The snake-men race was also destroyed by corruption. Up to now, they no longer exist as a civilization. Their existence has nothing to do with the overall situation, so let them continue to live in this universe in their own way." The God of Laughter gave a seemingly plausible answer.

"Okay, that's it." The traveler nodded and didn't dwell on this issue. As the God of Laughter said, this was a trivial matter.

(Note: The Rathalos and the Snakemen are two different races in the background. The Rathalos were wiped out by Fulgrim during the Great Crusade, while the Snakemen still exist in the 40th century, mostly as bodyguards for the Dark Eldar, known for their loyalty and dedication. The background also mentions that the Snakemen civilization was destroyed by corruption.)

"Emperor, please handle this matter. I have a lot of things to do." said the traveler.

"You should also send a clone to take a look. This matter was discovered by you, so you should also pay attention to it. Maybe there will be unexpected gains." said the emperor.

"Okay, then I'll send a clone to take a look." said the traveler, "What about you?" The traveler looked at the two elves.