Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Uh, okay..." Looking at Eidolon who was loudly promoting his ideas in the distance, Sejanus frowned slightly and said helplessly.

"Our philosophy is to keep pursuing perfection and excellence. For mankind, the Emperor is undoubtedly the most perfect, and next in line are their descendants. As a member of the Emperor's Children, what we pursue is to listen to the guidance and admonitions of the Gene-Father, take him as our goal, and constantly improve ourselves. In the process, we will correct some of our shortcomings, whether it is tactics, behavior and manners or anything else. Therefore, I believe that many problems are not a matter of personal choice as you said, but a problem of being limited by vision and refusing perfection." Eidolon preached their theories to the officers and soldiers beside him as if giving a speech.

After listening for a while, Bader finally understood. Actually, Juba had no intention of continuing the argument. He had originally said that everyone had different tactical principles and weapon usage habits, which was fine. But Eidolon's point was that you must obey us. Your tactics are backward and imperfect. Then, he proceeded to explain how things should be done with the attitude of a veteran. He played the role of a senior figure.

"Since you are so pursuing perfection, and Lord Fugen uses a sword, why don't you use a sword instead of a thunder hammer?" Juba asked.

"Lord Fulgrim is an elegant and noble prince. He believes that only weapons that cooperate with each other can produce perfect results in the military formation. We will equip polearms, boning sabers, and thunder hammers as needed. But we will not equip some inappropriate weapons." Eidolon said proudly.

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"Folgen, your subordinates are going too far." Horus said with a headache as he looked at Eidolon in the projection.

"None of us brothers mind. It's just a debate. In fact, the charm and meaning of debate lies in this: both sides compete through logic, knowledge, and eloquence. Whether the arguments are correct or not is less important," Fugen said, looking at the Khan standing beside him with a calm expression. In fact, some of the Emperor's sons, in addition to enjoying displaying their bravery and abilities in the arena, also enjoy debate and art.

"Folgen..." Horus wanted to say something else.

"Go on. I'm still very interested in sophistry. I believe that if one walks on the wrong path, the more capable the driver is and the more knowledge he has, the worse it will be." Khan said as he glanced at Balder who was walking towards Eidolon. His expression remained normal, but his impression of Fulgrim had obviously dropped a level.

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"I have two items here that I would like you to examine," Balder said. Immediately, the Fifth Legion separated, clearing a path for the respected sage to approach Eidolon.

"Glad to help." Eidolon frowned slightly as he looked at the approaching Balder trumpet. He knew that the other party was here to cause trouble, but he knew that he could not avoid it.

"I'm a traveler. I've been to various places in Chogoris. I'm also a collector, with many things." Bader took out a data pad and tapped it a few times before saying, "These are two types of beetle specimens I collected in Chogoris. Your Excellency, take a look. Which one is more perfect?"

"Haha, they're just bugs. However, perfection is both absolute and relative. When compared, there will always be superiority and inferiority." Eidolon checked the data board. One type of beetle was olive-shaped, huge, and had a smooth body. Its hardened elytra protected the soft wings underneath, making it look powerful and strong. The other type of beetle had completely lost its ability to fly and was very small. Not only had its wings below degenerated, but even the elytra were only left with a few traces.

"It's obvious that compared to the first beetle, the second one is just a defective product." Eidolon said disdainfully.

"However, the first species of beetles have become extinct because the environment they lived in changed. It went from a place with abundant water and grass to one with strong winds. Flying became a very dangerous thing. Their excessive size also caused them to consume a lot of energy. The harsh environment made it difficult for them to obtain enough food. Their huge appearance and complex wings have become a burden. Perfection should allow organisms to survive, not just for the sake of beauty. Your understanding is biased." Balder spoke eloquently.

Balder scoffed at the Emperor's sons' pursuit of perfection. He believed in natural selection, the survival of the fittest. Perfection was relative, for the sake of survival. Survival, however, was closely tied to the environment and one's own self, and needed to be considered within specific circumstances. Therefore, he had no interest in perfection.

"Haha, it's ridiculous to use tiny insects to deny perfection!" Eidolon snorted coldly.

"Well, that's great. Then, according to your description, perfection should be certain and have a beginning and an end, right?" Balder asked.

"That's natural. The Emperor is perfect, and so is our Primarch Fulgrim. Perfection can be described and learned. That's what perfection is. Imperfection is inexhaustible or uncertain." Eidolon couldn't say perfection was illusory and undefinable. That would imply nothingness and unattainability, something Eidolon clearly couldn't tolerate.

"Well, then, may I ask, is there anyone who can fully calculate the value of pi? Even if you're unwilling, don't you still have to use an infinitely repeating number to solve the problems of life and battle? Perfection may be a noun in your minds, a direction to pursue, but in my eyes, it's just an adjective, a word of praise."

"What is perfection? For a Space Marine, absolute ruthlessness and efficient elimination of the enemy is perfection, as is care, encouragement and friendship for comrades. Helping mortals, kindness and noble character are perfection. I think perfection should not be just a bright and beautiful appearance, nor should it be just some kind of art that one personally considers. Because although the latter can bring some good mood to people, it is ultimately a sensory stimulation. The compliments of others and one's own vanity make some people indulge in it. What they pursue is not perfection, but a self-deceiving sensory stimulation. This behavior is definitely not perfect." After Balder finished speaking, he looked at Eidolon, whose face was already a little distorted. He tried to grasp the warhammer hanging at his waist several times, but gave up.

"Alright, that's all. You guys continue chatting." Balder said and left, leaving a group of people watching Eidolon, who looked like a defeated fighting cock.

"I swear! I swear one day, you will see my perfection and you will surrender to it! I will tell you that you are wrong!" Eidolon roared loudly. In response, Balder's back was seen.

Chapter 222 Mutual Evaluation

Despite some minor conflicts, the Legion's gathering was generally a success. The lower- and mid-level officers and soldiers, in particular, enjoyed a rare opportunity to relax and engage in enjoyable conversations. They released stress on the stage, at the table, or elsewhere, seeking out like-minded individuals. However, for the higher-ups within the Legion, such interactions were more purposeful, as everyone was evaluating whether they could be comrades or partners.

"Did you see everything?" After returning to the Fifth Legion's temporary flagship, Balder walked around the Khan's room.

"I've seen that. I'm somewhat disappointed with the Third Legion's performance. Some of them are wrapped up in vanity and exquisite appearances. Although their Primarch is excellent, his temper makes me uncomfortable." The Khan paused and then said, "I saw your debate with Eidolon. You spoke well and performed well."

"Haha, that's because if I use force, I can pin him to the ground and rub him. If my skills aren't up to par, the debate will turn into a brawl," Balder said. After interacting with Fulgrim and some of his descendants, Balder gained a deeper understanding of the corruption of Fulgrim and the Third Legion. Besides the unspoken fate and the corruption of the evil god, vanity, the pursuit of sensual stimulation, a morbid self-esteem, and a fragile will were all key factors in their downfall.

In fact, even before being affected by the Sword of Laar, Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children had already begun to show signs of corruption. For example, in the background, the Emperor's Children deleted many records of their defeats, such as the conflict between Torgaddon and Eidolon, to enhance their own achievements. Even in the later stages, before his corruption, even Horus could not stand the vanity of the Emperor's Children Legions. Of course, during the Emperor's Children's decline, some people tried to reverse the situation. Vespasian, another renowned Lord Commander of the Emperor's Children, once tried to persuade his Primarch and his subordinates, but was rejected by the Primarch and even killed. As for other loyalists, such as Sol Tarvitz, the Dreadnought Rylanor, and Solomon, they upheld the virtues of courage and honor and fought to the very end.

"What are your thoughts on Horus and the Luna Wolves?" the Khan asked. Clearly, the two had reached a consensus on the issue of Fulgrim and the Third Legion. There was no need to discuss this; the underlying message was that they should all stay away from each other and avoid too much interaction.

"I haven't gotten to know Horus in depth, so you'll have to judge for yourself. As for the Luna Wolves? Overall, they're quite good," Balder said after a moment's thought. Putting aside the Luna Wolves like Torgaddon and Loken, who remained loyal after the Heresy, Abaddon and young Horus weren't really a problem either. They were brave and loyal, and while a bit arrogant, that was understandable. Compared to the somewhat pathological creatures of the Emperor's children, they were far superior.

If the fall of the Emperor's Children was due to the corruption of the evil god, then the reason why most of the Sons of Horus rebelled was actually very simple. They didn't know about Chaos, nor did they consider the Imperium. They just rebelled because their father wanted to. Many people can understand that they rebelled out of loyalty...

"With your abilities, you chose to contact my other brothers, but turned a blind eye to Horus, such a dazzling existence. This is not right. If you want to help the empire expand faster, you would definitely choose him instead of me. But you didn't do this. What's the reason?" The Khan stroked his beard and said, "Can you tell me why?"

"It's inconvenient." Balder thought for a moment and said, now he could already tell the Emperor about the Horus Rebellion in a subtle way, but he couldn't tell the Khan. It wasn't that the Traveler's level was not high enough, but that the Khan's level was not high enough...

In the Warhammer world, actions taken after warnings and foresight aren't always correct; they can even be the catalyst for disaster. For example, the Sprout Prophets realized Ferrus's death and tried to warn him, only to fail. Another example: after learning of the Horus Heresy, the old Prophet sought out Fulgrim, only to discover he had been corrupted. Of course, none of this compares to Magnus's psychic phone call... The Warhammer world is full of cases where good intentions lead to bad consequences.

"Alright, I'll see with my own eyes," the Khan nodded. "By the way, what do you think of the battle my brother Ferrus just had with the Randan alien?"

"Only after coming into contact with the Randan alien will you realize how weak you are." Bader looked at the Khan and said.

"You know about the Randan alien? Even Horus doesn't know the inside story." Khan said with some surprise.

"Because, I will eventually join the war against the Randan aliens. The battle between several legions led by Ferrus and the Randan aliens will be the first meeting, and the war led by the Primarch of the Dark Angels will be the second meeting. If you are willing, we will join the war against the Randan later. If you refuse, I will go by myself." Balder said.

"Are you so determined to participate in this war?" Khan asked curiously.

"Haha, when facing a crisis, the more powerful you are, the more you cannot shirk your responsibilities. Some people may shirk their responsibilities, but I won't."

"I understand." The Khan nodded slightly, then picked up the wine glass: "You are a noble man, I respect you."

"So, if you want to go, you must be prepared." Balder also picked up the wine glass, clinked the glasses together, and both drank it all in one gulp.

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"The meeting is over." Horus and his best sons stood in front of the window, looking at the Fifth Legion fleet in the distance, and said thoughtfully.

"Yes, the meeting is over. The leaders of the Fifth Legion are all very good. Although the civilization of their home planet is a bit backward, after a long period of fighting, these outstanding warriors who survived have a fighting will and spirit deep in their bones, and they understand the true meaning of unity and friendship. Among the newcomers to the legion I have seen, they are considered to be very good. And this is especially true for Sir Bart, who calls himself a traveler." Sejanus reported.

"How does Lord Bart compare to Rus's allies?" Horus asked.

"Probably not as good. Although Lord Balder isn't harsh, he always exudes an invisible sense of oppression, the feeling that when he gives an order, you must submit and obey, and this feeling is only strengthened after his repeated victories. Sometimes he will explain to his subordinates, and sometimes he won't. Because Lord Balder possesses a lot of terrifying, even taboo knowledge and power, when fighting with him, you will feel fortunate that he is on our side."

"But Traveler Bart is not like that. He is a powerful warrior, a traveler, and a leader. But there is a big gap between his own abilities and those of Lord Balder. He does not have the power of Lord Balder that can easily crush the knight's mecha with a wave of his hand, although Bart himself is also a powerful psychic. But the gap in strength and knowledge between the two sides is quite large. Lord Bart is relatively easier to get along with, and he is also a philosopher himself. Facing Balder, most people can only serve as subordinates, while Lord Bart gives people the feeling that he can be a friend. But no matter what, I think it is a lucky thing for the Fifth Legion to have such an outstanding person." Sejanus explained.

"I understand," Horus nodded. "To you, Rus's ally is unattainable. But Bart is your equal, isn't that right?"

"Yes, at least, that's the case before he becomes familiar with the war and environment of the galaxy. Of course, if it's a fight in the ring, I'm not as good as him." said Sejanus.

"Then let's become friends with him as you wish," said Horus.

"Yes, father, we will get along very happily in the future." Sejanus hesitated and continued, "However, today the Fifth Legion and the Third Legion seemed to be getting along very badly. Whether it was the Primarch or the officers and soldiers below, there seemed to be some..."

"It's normal. Each of my brothers has a different environment and different perspectives. It's precisely because of this that our father needs me, to mediate between them. This is my duty and mission. There will be conflicts among them, but they will all listen to me. My Legion and I are meant to be the center," Horus said. "Sejanus, coordinate our relationships. This is both a test and an opportunity for you."

"What about the Randan alien?" asked Sejanus.

"Ferus is in charge of this matter. The Primarch of the First Legion has also returned. The powerful First Legion will devote all its forces to the Randan Alien War. That is their mission, not mine." Horus said.

"However, some legions have also sent out troops to participate, and I would like to give it a try. I believe that as the head of a legion, we should dare to challenge any powerful enemy." After Sejanus finished speaking, he saw Horus pause slightly. Then, the Primarch, whose face was always filled with a warm smile, looked at his favorite heir.

"Sejanus, Ferrus and his legion are not bad, and are very good, especially in frontal combat. Their ability to attack and kill in a wide space is even more powerful. However, Ferrus was defeated this time. The loss is very serious. More than 8 Space Marines, more than half of them were killed or wounded! Even if we want to go, we have to understand enough about the situation before going. Do you understand?" Horus said.

"Okay, father." Sejanus hesitated to speak.

"Let's leave it at that." Horus was clearly unwilling to discuss this matter with his offspring. He changed the subject.

"How's the development of our new gunship going?" Horus asked. Honestly, the arrival of the Bear Gunship had truly astonished the Legion's leadership. Their superior battlefield instincts told them it was a weapon that could change the face of warfare. Horus felt the same way. Unfortunately, the immense costs of the Randan War and the Randan Executioner Protocol, spearheaded by the Iron Hands and Space Wolves, made it virtually impossible for non-Randan Legions to obtain these valuable supplies. Consequently, Horus decided to ally with the Mechanicum to see if he could develop a replacement for his Legion.

"It's not going well. The Bear Gunship utilizes a completely new set of technologies and standards. From material preparation and processing to subsequent production and assembly, it's a complete black box for other Forge Worlds. The Origin Adeptus on Mars also possesses some of these technologies, but even the Martian Forge Generals can't access them. After all, for factions within the Mechanicum, they value technology over life."

"So, we designed an enhanced version based on the original Stormbird. We increased the number of engines from four to six, and also refined the fuselage's exterior. So far, this is the best we've been able to do," said Sejanus. At the same time, he felt a sense of defeat. Sejanus had once considered himself a versatile talent, adept at combat, command, and handling legion affairs, and he had indeed done well. But after being exposed to technology, he realized that this was something he didn't have. He really didn't have it!

"You've been working very hard," Horus said, looking at Sejanus, who had recently been busy with equipment. "If I could help it, I wouldn't keep you so busy." Looking at the mature and steady Sejanus, and then thinking about Abaddon hanging out in the Warrior Society, this guy has strength and can fight well, but besides fighting, it seems that he can't do anything else?

"Thank you for your hard work." Horus patted the latter's shoulder and said.

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"These are indeed the cups and tissues used by Mr. Bart." Fabius Bayer said with a grim face as he looked at the things in front of him.

"Yes, it was used by this gentleman, and we took it back after he left. It was not disinfected or processed in any other way." The attendant said in fear and trepidation.

"Okay, you can go down." Fabius Bile said impatiently after confirming that the legion servant in front of him did not deceive him.

"This is unscientific! There's not a single cell or tissue left on anything he used." The moment Fabius Bile laid eyes on Balder's clone, he immediately recognized its power. As a pharmacist, or perhaps a geneticist with a particular quirk, he wondered if he could collect tissue and cell samples from the items used by the clone for research. So, he bribed the servant. And the servant, as he wished, delivered the items used by the clone to Bile.

However, the results left Bayer not only disappointed, but also horrified! Because, there was no trace of cells or tissue left on these objects! Not a single bit! It was as if this person had never used these things before. He tested them several times and the results were always the same.

"This is impossible. Even the Primarchs would always leave biological traces on the things they used. How could this be?" Bayer felt a chill all over his body. His reason told him that he should give up exploring this unscientific thing, but his desire for secrets and knowledge made him continue to try...

Chapter 223 Come with me

"Go back. Everything will be fine when you wake up tomorrow." Fabius Bayer said, gently patting the shoulder of a soldier of the Fifth Legion.

"Thank you for your help. Your medical skills are the best among those I have ever seen." The soldier said happily after slightly moving his arm that was injured from racing just now.

"We are all brothers. Helping one another is only natural. Everything is for the Emperor and humanity." A smile spread across Bile's face. After the White Scars soldiers left, Bile carefully collected their cell and tissue samples. Today's harvest was significant. Although he hadn't reached his most desired target, it still left him satisfied.

Afterwards, he put away his medical kit and prepared to go to the next training ground. Although the two legions had begun to have some unpleasantness, under the coordination of Horus, the two sides still began to cooperate. The Third Legion was sparsely staffed, and sending legion instructors might not be possible, but it was still decided to exclude some auxiliary personnel, and Fabius Bile was one of these auxiliary personnel.

"Time to go to the next location." Fabius Bayer even thought, if you want to get close to a target, going straight over is obviously very easy to expose. Especially for someone he values, so he decided to take it slow, slowly approaching the target and then taking the sample he wanted.

Bayer left the medical area and walked down the wide corridor. There were few people there, most of whom were training or resting. Chapter servants were not allowed here. Bayer walked, thinking. However, just as he turned a corner, he caught a glimpse of a figure from behind, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"This..." In the distance, Bart (Badr's alter ego) seemed to be discussing something with a colleague. He seemed to be aware of Bayer's arrival, turned around, and smiled. However, this rather sunny gesture made Bayer feel uneasy, because this was his seventh encounter since arriving at the White Scars! Every time, after taking a sample and preparing to leave, he would encounter the other person. The other person did not speak, but just looked at him meaningfully.

"Damn it, I've been discovered. I want to leave here." Fabius Bayer naturally knew that what he did was not something that could be made public, and the opponent definitely had the ability to kill him. Obviously, the opponent already knew his intentions, and everything was in the opponent's control. It felt terrible to have his life fall into the hands of others.

"Send a message to Khan Juba. Tell him that due to personal issues, I may not be able to attend his training grounds. I need to return to the Third Legion temporarily." Fabius Bile sent a message to his legion's representative in the White Scars. As expected, he received permission half an hour later. Impatient, he decided to leave immediately on his motorcycle.

Then, he was surprised to find that he couldn't get out...

"Damn it! Why are we back here again?" Fabius Bile was so angry that he almost threw the navigation device on his motorcycle as he passed a familiar landmark again! If the device hadn't malfunctioned, he could have left long ago instead of going in circles. And to make matters worse, it was nighttime, and he wasn't familiar with this planet, so navigating by the stars was impossible.

"The communication equipment is also not working." Bayer tried to contact the legion, but as expected, there was nothing else in the communication equipment except the dead tone.

"My motorcycle won't break down too." A terrible thought popped into his mind, and the next moment, his motorcycle stalled... Coincidentally, when he looked to the side, he saw a cave with a faint blue light emitting from it, as if waiting for him to enter...

"I hate this unscientific stuff." Fabius Bile pulled out his bolter, then, feeling it wasn't enough, he pulled out a plasma grenade and a melta grenade. These tank-shredding gadgets reassured him a bit. Then, he donned his helmet and strode towards the nearby cave.

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"Here I am." A smile played on Baldur's lips. The person he had been waiting for had finally come to him. Before the previous Legion gathering, Baldur had wanted to meet a member of the Emperor's Children. This person wasn't Akurduna, nor was it the loyalists like Vespasian or Solomon Demeter. Fate hadn't yet reached that point, so Baldur wasn't in a hurry. As for those scumbags of Eidolon, they were targets waiting to be eliminated. There was only one person Baldur truly desired to see at this moment: Fabius Bile, the man who could clone Primarchs and whose genetic technology was considered the best in the Legion of this era. He claimed not to succumb to Chaos, but had become its accomplice for his own research. He was of great significance, but he wasn't directly noticed by the evil god. So Baldur wanted to see him.

"What should I address you, sir?" A moment later, Fabius Bile finally saw Balder. Balder was sitting quietly in front of him. There was a bright lamp between them, emitting a faint blue light.

"What do you think?" Balder looked at him with a smile.

"My lord..." Finally, Bile surrendered. He felt the pressure he faced from this man who called himself Baldur the Traveler was even greater than from the Primarch himself. If some Primarchs submitted to him because of their bloodline, temperament, or brutal style, then when Bile saw Baldur, a voice in his soul told him to show respect! And if he had to recall this feeling, it was only when he faced the Emperor that Bile had experienced a similar feeling.

What a ridiculous idea! When the thought crossed Bile's mind, his first reaction was that it was ridiculous and utterly wrong. Even the Primarch Fulgrim seemed unattainable to him, so how could he possibly believe that there could be someone greater than the Primarch, someone even closer to the Emperor? It was ridiculous!

However, when Bayer looked up at the person in front of him again, he still lowered his head and saluted Balder.

"You are gifted, and you pursue perfection in genetics and biotechnology," Balder said. "You believe your actions will benefit the Legion and humanity, and you don't hesitate to employ forbidden techniques. You believe the essence of life lies within those finite number of base pairs, is that right?" Balder asked with a smile.

"Isn't that right?" When he heard someone questioning his actions, even though he was quite scared, he still decided to fight back.

"Humans have two sides. Matter is one side, and spirit is the other. Psychic power is the result of the harmony between human materiality, spirit, and the subspace. Humans are a complex concept. In addition to the visible parts such as the body and genes, there are also parts that you cannot see but that can determine whether a person is good or bad, namely human nature, morality, and spirit. Think about it, individual humans are not very powerful, and technology cannot dominate the galaxy. So what is the reason that humans are currently sweeping the entire galaxy in an unprecedented manner?" Balder asked with a smile.

What's the answer to this question in the Warhammer universe? It's because humanity has the Emperor, and now, of course, Baldur, the God-Ascendant. Humanity and the God-Ascendant have a mutually reinforcing relationship. Humanity's actions, beliefs, and visions of the greater good strengthen the Emperor and Baldur, who in turn protects humanity from a higher dimension. The two sides complement each other, much like the relationship between the Eldar gods, common Eldar, and the Necrons during their wars.

But unfortunately, Bile was a complete atheist, so without realizing the Emperor's divinity, he could not get the correct answer. Even if he realized it, all he could get was despair because he could not understand the gods and their power.

"So, what do you think it is?" Faced with this question, Bayer really didn't understand, because after all, he had seen many powerful aliens, and their technology and individual strength were obviously stronger than humans.

"Bayer, you are overly pursuing the interpretation of a species and civilization at the genetic level, and rashly modifying the genes that make up the organisms. The story I once told Eidolon should attract your attention, that is, the genes or components that you think are excellent may not be really suitable for humans, because humans are social creatures and civilized creatures. And your changes will cause some deep-seated impacts." Bader said earnestly.

"If possible, I think I can create a more powerful human being. They will make human civilization the true overlord of the galaxy." Facing Balder, Bayer unconsciously expressed the goal hidden in his heart.

"There is a relationship between the quality of individuals and the number of the whole. Within a system, overly powerful individuals will lead to a decrease in the number. The result of powerful individuals is scarcity. It's not that genetic engineering cannot be used, but that it cannot be used recklessly." After seeing the Randan alien, Balder had a clearer understanding of this. If we simply talk about the individual strength of intelligent creatures, then the Randan alien is definitely the pinnacle, the Bone Eater is almost the pinnacle of physics, and the Brain Eater can be seen as the pinnacle of psychic power. For races other than those intervened by the Ancient Saints, the Brain Eater system ensures that psychic power is powerful and controllable. Unlike human alpha psychics who can get into trouble accidentally, the psychic power of the Brain Eater is very stable.

However, the result of this creature's strength was that the Randan aliens were too few in number to sustain a galactic empire. Enslaving other races became the Randan's only remaining option, though these slave soldiers were inefficient. Their rarity prevented them from creating their own Gods through faith, forcing them to create creatures like the Overmind through simple devouring. Humans, on the other hand, were unique in that, while individually weak, they were able to thrive in large numbers. Humans possessed a powerful psychic potential, allowing them to enhance certain entities through faith. This massive base allowed Balder to gather strength through a certain power. Of course, Bayer explained that these things were useless; he didn't understand or believe them.

"I'm sorry, I really don't understand what you mean," Bayer said.

"If you don't understand, forget it. You'll understand as you see more in the future." Bader didn't want to communicate too much. He tried to make Bayer understand the limits and implications of genetic engineering, but it was clear that Bayer didn't understand and couldn't comprehend it. So, let's take it slow.

"You will forget everything that happened tonight, and you will receive my blessing. Under my guidance, you will embark on a completely different path from before, and your destiny will change accordingly. And when the time is right, you will remember what I said today." The human side of Balder gradually aroused, and the traveler awakened from the depths of his soul. Divine power surged out, covering everything around him, and even the gods were unable to spy on him.

"Once you bear my mark, you are mine. I hope you won't let me down in the future." The traveler muttered to himself as he watched Fabius Bayer walk out of Shandong in a daze.

"Divine power feels so good to use." The Traveler watched as Bayer reentered the river of fate. Putting aside the question of good or evil towards humanity, the Traveler's method of handling Bayer was essentially the same as the Chaos Gods' methods of handling the Primarch and the Legion. Controlling fate and wielding divine power, the chosen possessed little chance of escape, unless other gods intervened. When it came to a contest of divine power, even the evil gods were extremely cautious, as it could truly damage both their very essences.

The Chaos Gods are inherently evil and chaotic. They have no allies or enemies; the transition between them can be instantaneous. They toy with the common people simply because they are incapable of harming them, but encountering an equal is a different story. It's like the Emperor leaning over Guilliman, daring to block Nurgle's garden and setting it ablaze. Would Nurgle dare to stand up and fight? Even the Emperor's reclaiming of Mortarion was only after he had given the go-ahead. To call them cowardly is an understatement.

This is the Emperor leaning over Guilliman. Imagine if the Emperor could walk the mortal world, the body of the 30K Emperor combined with the power of the 40K Emperor. Perhaps the Chaos Gods would remain as quiet as they did when the Eldar Pantheon still existed. Because the Emperor truly dares to fight to the death, but would the Chaos Gods dare?

"That's all for now." The traveler was about to return when the Emperor sent a message saying something had happened, not too big or too small, and it was related to the pure thorn.

Chapter 224: The Transaction with the Assassin

"My avatar has arrived at the last city of the Ragnarok. Would you like to come?" the Emperor invited. "See what we have gained, and listen to the lessons of a race that has ascended to the gods."