Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"I'll just send one of my clones over later." The traveler said after thinking for a while.

"Their leader is quite interesting. And some of the things they left behind are also very valuable." When the emperor said this, his tone changed slightly. With the emperor's status, it was definitely not simple for him to think that something was good.

Meanwhile, in this last pure city of the Ra people, a winged and robed Ra leader, Giselo, awaits his final judgment. They have fallen into the hands of a new galactic overlord, who holds everything they possess: their past legacy, their present lives, and the future of their race.

"Relax, my child. Our future may be bleak, but at least it can continue." Giselo said comfortingly to his servant in front of him.

"My lord, human civilization has reawakened in the dark galaxy. They have vowed to wipe out other races in the galaxy. Hundreds or even thousands of other races have been destroyed in the war with humans. We lack the military force to protect our race, and what we have left behind is so precious." said the attendant.

"Precious? Perhaps it's precisely because of our preciousness that we have a chance to survive. Humanity has the potential to replace the Eldar, and among them will inevitably emerge supremely noble beings. They know that certain transactions must abide by rules," Giselo consoled. "Alright, go down. I need to meditate."

When he was alone in the vast room, he began to recall his own journey. He was now fifteen thousand years old. In that long time, he had witnessed the final glory of the Eldar Empire, witnessed the Golden Age of Humanity, and the Iron Rebellion that swept across the galaxy. Of course, the most unforgettable memory was the rise, corruption, and subsequent fall of the Tara. When the Dark Prince, sated with the power of the Eldar gods, finally took notice of the Tara, all was doomed. Despite their utmost resistance, their gods willingly fell to save their race. But all was in vain. With the end of the final battle, the Tara's Ascendants were reduced to nothingness, leaving only a few echoes in the Warp and the real universe. Most of the remaining Tara were forced into submission to the Dark Prince and sacrificed on the altar of fate. In the end, only a handful of them, temporarily free from the gaze of the evil god, managed to survive.

But now... Hmm. Giselo lowered his head. To humans, the Warp might only have four evil gods. But to Giselo, whom humans called an alien, the golden sun that had already risen in the Warp was also a kind of evil god. As the final sacrifice of the assassin who ascended to the gods, he had received the gift of the dead god. He possessed a certain divinity, able to see the true god gradually emerging behind humanity. He was so dazzling, yet so cold. Even in the Warp, the other evil gods had noticed him, but they dared not act rashly, because his power was enough to threaten the evil gods.

"Ultimately, we were defeated by greed and shortsightedness. We attempted to usurp authority and power that didn't belong to our race," Giselo sighed. The galaxy is a world of its own. When there's a dominant force, the various powers maintain a rough balance. And when the Eldar Tribe still existed, it's no exaggeration to say that the Eldar had the final say in whether the galaxy was in chaos. The Rascals of that time were also self-aware. Before the Eldar fell, they effectively suppressed their ambitions, content to survive in their own ecological niche. Who wasn't like that? Humanity was no exception. They even signed treaties of friendship with thousands of other races. In fact, Giselo now longs for those days. The Warp was peaceful, and in the real universe, at least, there were rules. For most civilizations, as long as they stayed within those rules, they faced no major challenges.

However, the peaceful era ended with the rebellion of the Iron Men. A war engulfed the galaxy, plunging most civilizations into flames and destruction. Humanity, the Iron Men loyal to humanity, the Stone Men, even the Eldar and certain other races engaged in a brutal war to restore order. In the aftermath of the war, humanity was severely damaged, and the once galactic-spanning human civilization was shattered. The Eldar, in turn, were gradually weakened by their own corruption.

At this moment, the leader of the Assassins, the Ascensionist Nar, saw both an opportunity and the danger hidden within. The essence of an Ascensionist is one who can embark on the path to godhood, meaning they can choose whether to ascend or not. Possessing divine power and godhood, he was aware of the chaotic future of the galaxy, so he embarked on the path to godhood with the intention of taking a chance, and in doing so, he also suppressed the Assassins' luck.

However, the result was that the thorny luck was not enough to make Gnar a being that could rival the evil god. He became a god, but the gap between gods is huge. Unfortunately, Gnar was unable to resist the newborn Dark Prince, and ultimately, his race and civilization were almost destroyed.

Giselo still remembered the moment the god of the Assassins fell. Almost all of the Assassins were plunged into endless fear and sorrow. If he hadn't finally saved some of them, this last city would have ceased to exist. (In the background, when the Eldar war god Khaine was torn to pieces, the fragments that fell onto the Ark immediately triggered a brutal fratricide among the Eldar who had just escaped the brutality. It took a long time for the Eldar to contain this backlash.)

"If I can't be the one to set the order, then living under it is good enough," Giselo muttered to himself. At this point, Giselo felt somewhat relaxed. As long as the Lord of Humanity was willing to let him go, he would agree to any terms. Nothing was more important than the continuation of his race.

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"If it weren't for Slaanesh's intervention, we would have had to deal with the Sassins." The Emperor said to the Traveler as he flipped through the documents in his hand. As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers on the same mountain, unless the real tiger allows the cub to survive. In fact, at the peak of the Eldar's power, they also showed mercy to humans for the sake of their future.

Now, humanity, across the galaxy, must exist under human order. Any race with the potential for deification, with the exception of the Eldar, must be dealt with completely. After all, with the advent of the Dark Ages, watching those once-friendly xenos turn their swords against humanity, the Emperor has lost trust in most xenos. The Eldar are an exception simply because they can't be completely annihilated. They possess the Webway, their gods, and even something else you can't even imagine. The Eldar's relationship with humanity, beyond the inherent causal relationship, is also based on strength and status...

"Nar's idea is flawed, too." The traveler also flipped through the documents in his hand. "Intelligent creatures need hope. These hopes are many, including the hope of survival, the anticipation of a better life, and the hope for power and profit."

"The Assassins' genetic technology is truly remarkable. They can tailor a child's genes before birth, making warriors more genetically suited to warriorhood and scholars more suited to academic life. However, this also locks out the vast majority of society's lower classes, targeting them genetically and at the level of their abilities. What do you think most people think of this?" The traveler asked, setting down his data tablet. "Nar became a god through faith, but his arbitrary decisions have left most people with no hope of changing their status, so his downfall is inevitable!"

This was different from becoming an Astartes, as anyone from any social class could become a Space Marine, and even if they couldn't become one, they could still achieve their dreams through other means. However, Satoru, or rather, Nar, took this to the extreme, thus laying the groundwork for his downfall.

"I understand your meaning," the Emperor nodded. "Let us go and see the remnants of the Assassin." A moment later, the Emperor and the Traveler vanished from the spot where they had been.

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When Giselo saw the traveler beside the Emperor, he was shocked because Nar's legacy told him that another person he had never heard of was also a god-ascending being, and was not far from becoming a god!

Giselo placed his cane on the ground and prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to look directly at the two people in front of him. He didn't know what to say, but just tried his best to show his respect and submission.

"Stronger than most Primarchs." The Traveler glanced at Gisero and made an assessment of his strength. A descendant of a god, he deserved this strength. In reality, when it comes to the Primarchs' own combat strength, most of them are just so-so. Even Angron, known for his slashing skills, was captured by the slavers. Ferrus was killed instantly by Fulgrim's sword. In reality, destroying a Primarch's body is actually very simple. It's just that completely destroying the Primarch's essence is somewhat difficult. Ferrus is gone, but that doesn't prevent the Emperor from recovering Ferrus' soul. Guilliman was slain by Fulgrim, but his soul was protected by the Emperor for tens of thousands of years.

What was the value of the Primarchs to the Emperor? In the Traveler's view, it was their inherent genetics, which could create a superhuman Legion, the Legiones Astartes, and their non-combat talents, such as Guilliman's farming and his technophilia. When necessary, the Emperor could possess them, flesh and blood, capable of carrying the Emperor's power! As for the Primarchs' own combat power, it was actually quite insignificant...

"I am willing to exchange everything my clan has for the continuation of my clan." After a while, Giselo finally spoke.

"Very well, rise and sign this. Use what remains of your godhead." The Emperor said without further ado, presenting a pre-drafted contract. "I will grant you the opportunity to exact vengeance upon Slaanesh. It will be a long and arduous process. Many will perish, but I will ensure the survival of the Slaanesh race."

"I will offer my people's loyalty." After hesitating for a moment, Giselo signed the contract as the Emperor requested, and at the same time presented the last treasure of the Ra people.

"Continue to live here. Your power is not yet needed," the Emperor said. He then looked at Baldur, who seemed to be lost in thought.

"Do you have anything else to say?" asked the emperor.

"Can the primordial water repair the divine body?" The traveler looked at Giselo and said.

"Yes, the primordial water can repair the divine body." Giselo nodded.

"I've reviewed your records. Why did your gods, at the last moment, forgo using the Primordial Water to repair their damaged bodies?" the Traveler asked. Unlike the evil gods who ascended directly from the Warp, ascended gods like the Emperor, the Traveler, and Nar possessed their own bodies, even after attaining godhood. Primordial Water, as it was described, could heal the physical wounds of gods, making it evidently extremely precious.

"To wield the Primordial Water, divine power is required, and at that time, our god Nar's divine power had already waned," Gisero sighed. The Primordial Water was powerful, but the restriction that it could only be wielded by divine power limited its full potential. Therefore, in Gisero's hands, it was precious but useless. However, for the Emperor and the Traveler, it was a rare blood-replenishing vial. No wonder Slaanesh also desired these items. His plan was simple: to allow the corrupted Tara to become the catalyst for Fulgrim's downfall. Fulgrim would fall, and the corrupted Tara would be exterminated. Then, he would obtain the Primordial Water, and with the complete demise of a race, the racial imprint in their creations would also be erased. Slaanesh would then use this to create a new race. It was a truly brilliant idea.

The Emperor was also very cautious when faced with such a thing. In the contract He had just drawn up with the Traveler, He had already instructed Gisero, the last of the Assassins to possess the divine legacy, to erase any traces of it. If Guilliman or Ferrus were to cause trouble again this time, the Emperor would not only protect their souls but also reshape the Primarch's body.

"That's it, let's go." The Traveler said to the Emperor.

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"Ready to meet Perturabo?" The Emperor handed the traveler a bottle of primordial water.

"Yes, after dealing with him, we should prepare to return to Randan's main battlefield. From the current situation, Zhuang Sen and the First Legion are not in a good situation." said the traveler.

"I have sent Rus to support Zhuangsen. Your teaching is very good. Rus has become stronger and more rational." The Emperor said with great satisfaction.

".......I wish I could be there when Russ meets Jonson," said the traveler.

"Um... alright," the Emperor said, nodding. "Also, would you like Sanguinius to come with you to meet Perturabo this time?"

"Then he might be able to see some clues." said the traveler.

"I am very optimistic about Sanguinius. He is suitable to be my successor. After that catastrophe, I hope he can serve as the representative of the Empire." After becoming familiar with what Sanguinius did in the background, the Emperor's favorability towards Sanguinius was maximized.

Chapter 225: Take Sanguinius with you

"You want Sanguinius to embark on the path to godhood as well?" The traveler suddenly realized something.

"Yes, I have such an idea. After all, among so many Primarchs, there are always a few who are special." The Emperor made no secret of his plan. "You should be aware that each Primarch has inherited some of my abilities to a greater or lesser extent. Guilliman carries out certain aspects of my missions, representing my vision for the future of the Imperium of Man and my administrative abilities. Magnus inherits my powerful psychic powers and my scholarly side. Horus represents my skill and ambition. Jonson represents my loyalty to humanity and my willingness to sacrifice everything for it. And Sanguinius represents my righteousness and kindness, as well as my furious side. Of course, most importantly, Sanguinius embodies my divine side!"

Sanguinius was special, a specialness that transcended the realm of ordinary Primarchs. Blessed by the Four Gods, Horus was wounded by two men before his final battle with the Emperor. One was Rus, wielding the Spear of Dionysus. Rus's ability to injure Horus wasn't due to his own strength, but rather because the Spear's power came from the Emperor. The second was Sanguinius, who wounded Horus on his own merit.

At the same time, the impact of Sanguinius's death on his descendants was also enormous. Although the descendants of the Primarchs would sense their deaths, such as Ferrus, the reverberation of Sanguinius's death, which caused his descendants to feel an almost uncontrollable Black Rage, was unique.

Similar things can be said about the C'tan. In fact, the Flaying Curse that plagues the Necrontyrs was actually a curse bestowed upon them by a dying C'tan. Even torn to pieces, the curse they left behind lingers for tens of millions of years, and even the technology of the Necromancers cannot resolve it. So, when the Emperor says that Sanguinius represents his own divinity, the Traveler agrees. Although this divinity was bestowed by the Emperor, not his own, divinity is still divinity.

"If he can take this path, I would naturally welcome it. We are still too weak," the Traveler said after a moment's reflection. The Emperor was truly kind to Sanguinius. He had already planned to step back after the Heresy, allowing Sanguinius to become Emperor of the Empire. This was essentially a transfer of some of the authority of "Lord of the Imperium of Man" to Sanguinius. This separation of authority also offered him the path to godhood and the necessary faith.

If it were someone else or another Primarch, this wouldn't be a big deal. After all, the other Primarchs themselves lacked godhood and divinity, and they couldn't acquire concepts or generate divine power. But Sanguinius was different. The Emperor had given him the authority of concepts, and Sanguinius himself possessed divine nature, capable of absorbing faith and transforming it into divine power! This at least offered a possibility.

The Traveler agreed with the Emperor's idea. After all, having become a god, he still needed to maintain a broad perspective. Considering the four established evil gods in the Warp, the impending arrival of the Great Devourer, and the two less clear-headed Orc gods, he needed to find every possible way to strengthen his own forces. If the Emperor was willing to contribute his power to create a new lesser god, the Traveler was naturally willing to help.

Of course, even with the Emperor's willingness to grant him access and the Traveler's assistance, Sanguinius's journey to godhood would still be an immensely long one, practically measuring in at least ten thousand years. After all, both the Emperor and the Traveler had accumulated knowledge since the dawn of human civilization, traversing the path step by step. The Emperor was born powerful, while the Traveler achieved godhood through the manipulation of concepts. Even with the aid of the Eldar, they relied primarily on their own strength. Sanguinius's status was vastly different from these two. After all, the Emperor and the Traveler's godhood and portfolio were their own, while Sanguinius's were bestowed upon him by the Emperor. Naturally, this was a different matter. By the time the Devourer arrived, Sanguinius was fortunate to have barely completed the path to lesser godhood. Haven't you seen a certain Chaos leader still only a demigod?

"Then, when the time is right, please meet. I believe you will become good friends," the Emperor said with a smile. "Don't worry too much about some things. Sanguinius will only realize your strength, but he will not yet connect you or me with the gods."

Divinity is only one factor in achieving godhood. Sanguinius possesses the Emperor's divinity, but lacks a priesthood of his own, much less divine power. This is the fundamental reason why he can only exile the Archdaemon, but cannot completely annihilate it. In terms of pure knowledge, Sanguinius is even inferior to the Supermind of War Moon 1, whom the Traveler annihilated. After all, the latter had actually seen a Near-God. Therefore, upon encountering the Traveler, the Supermind would immediately recognize the Traveler's true nature, but an angel would not. They would simply recognize, "This guy is amazing! Better than me..."

"Alright, let's make the arrangements. You greet Sanguinius first, and then we'll meet." The Traveler paused and continued, "So, after we meet, what are you going to do with Sanguinius?"

The Emperor's decision to have the Traveler meet Sanguinius was definitely not just a simple greeting; there must be deeper considerations. Otherwise, this meeting would be meaningless.

"I have seen a proposal you made before. When Jonson and Ferrus are facing off against the Randans, you should use your expertise to lead several legions deep into the rear of the Randan Empire to destroy their planets, industries, and the foundation of their faith. I think you can bring Sanguinius with you. He who wears the crown must bear its weight. He also needs some experience in advance." said the Emperor.

"That might be risky," the Traveler said. Facing the Randan War Moon, the Traveler could guarantee the safety of Ferrus and the others, but facing the Dark Lord, the Traveler wouldn't be so confident. The other party possessed divine power!

"I am willing to bear the price for this, and you should know that, somehow, we have already paid the price of at least a legion and a primarch." The Emperor's tone was a little lonely.

"Then apart from the Sixth Legion, I will take the Fifth and Ninth Legions." The traveler said after thinking for a while.

"The matters of the Fourth Legion will remain your concern. I will go to see Perturabo, and you and Sanguinius will handle the rest." said the Emperor.

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"Radolon." Sanguinius sat on the throne, silent, his expression constantly changing, seeming to show some worry, some joy. Finally, he spoke, looking at his favorite heir.

"Father." Radon, dressed in gorgeous power armor, bowed and saluted.

"We are about to rendezvous with the fleet led by the Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves Legion. We will head to a planet called Olympia to meet another brother of ours. I hope that in this meeting, my legion and his descendants can show a completely different look and spirit than before. The Sixth Legion also had a bad reputation before, but now, they have become one of the sharpest blades of the Empire and are deeply loved by mortals." Sanguinius said.

"In compliance with your orders, father, we have been reborn. The corruption and bloodthirstiness of the past are far behind us. We vow to become the noblest and most outstanding guardians of mankind," said Radolon.

"Well, then, prepare to go. My father has high hopes for us. Don't let him down," Sanguinius said with a satisfied nod. Then, with Radlon's departure, Sanguinius was left alone in the room, reflecting on the Emperor's words. "Balder was once a friend of mine. He is a very special being among humans, capable of reincarnation through endless time. You should communicate with him more." After saying this, Sanguinius noticed that his father, who always presented himself with authority, had unexpectedly shown a hint of playfulness.

Sanguinius had many questions about the Emperor's words, such as why such a great man was born on Fenris and willing to serve as his brother's second-in-command? The Emperor's answer was simple: He told Sanguinius to figure it out for himself or ask his elder. When Sanguinius asked if he should reveal this news to others, the Emperor refused, giving a very interesting reason: not to disturb him from enjoying life.

"What an interesting senior," Sanguinius said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The Emperor then gave Sanguinius another mission: once he had adapted to his Legion, his Legion would join the Space Wolves in the war against the Randan. However, unlike Jonson and Ferrus, who faced the Randan xenos head-on, their mission was to penetrate deep behind enemy lines, bringing death and destruction to the worlds controlled by the Randan. No mercy, no forgiveness.

"This is my first time fighting alongside a senior. I'm really nervous." Sanguinius was filled with curiosity and anticipation for this meeting. Meanwhile, Balder was also preparing, preparing to meet the Blood Angels and Perturabo.

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"Are we going to distribute this new batch of Dragon gunships like this?" Heimdall said with a hint of resignation, looking at the huge figures on the tarmac in the distance. A new batch of Dragon gunships had arrived, eight in total. Balder kept two, and the other six were divided between Sanguinius and Perturabo. Three each. This distribution made sense. Sanguinius had clearly stated that he would participate in the Battle of Randan. Since the Primarch had promised, it was reasonable for him to receive some equipment according to the regulations. And what about Perturabo? Many of his legionaries had been fighting with Balder, and some were still on the front lines against Randan. In this case, Balder should give some reward.

Besides, while Perturabo is a rational person most of the time, he can also be quite sentimental. Giving him some exquisite industrial products or other things can really win his favor. And if nothing unexpected happens in the future, Perturabo might even participate in the Randan War, at least partially.

According to information Balder had obtained, thanks to the Lord of Radiance's efforts to "correct" Perturabo, he was now able to speak to him normally. Perhaps it was the performance of Perturabo's guards during the previous conflict between the Lord of Radiance and Perturabo that touched Boss Pi, but the Lord of Radiance sensed that Boss Pi was beginning to care about his men and was willing to interact with them. In short, everything was moving in a positive direction.

As for the laborers in the Primarch's ranks, the hardworking members of the Legion, as long as they didn't defect, everything would be fine. Therefore, the Traveler had prepared a lot of things for this returning tech geek: three Dragon gunships, eight Bear gunships, and some Iron Wolves and Centurion Terminators.

"The Fourth Legion is our brother. From the time Felix led three battalions until now, at its peak, over 3 Fourth Legionaries have accompanied our Legion in battle. Even now, at least four battalions remain with our Primarch. Therefore, we should show the Fourth Legion the utmost respect. And we must also show the utmost respect to their Primarch," Balder said. Of course, there was one thing Balder didn't say: if Boss Pi were so pleased, and didn't hold a one-in-ten draw, that would be wonderful. Otherwise, Balder could only say that the Lord of Radiance's clone hadn't "corrected" enough.

"Alright, sir. But we're giving it to the Ninth Legion..." Heimdall said, looking at the gunships on the other side of the hangar. Giving it to the Fourth Legion was a valid reason, but giving it to the Ninth Legion, well, uhmmmm. Many Space Wolves were reluctant. After all, the Ninth Legion had never fought alongside the Space Wolves, and their reputation was even worse than that of the Sixth Legion.

"It's not like we can't find other legions, so why choose the Ninth Legion?" Heimdall asked.

"Because their Primarch has returned, the Ninth Legion is completely different than before," Baldur said, patting Heimdall on the shoulder. The reason for ultimately choosing the Ninth Legion, besides the fact that they wanted to bring along Sanguinius, a candidate for the Gods, was also due to its impressive melee combat prowess! Being adept at engaging in combat was perfectly natural; Sanguinius alone had raised the upper limit of the Blood Angels' pod-jumper combat group. Kabanhar, the Titans, Angron, and Sanguinius in the background boasted a brilliant record, and his guards were comprised entirely of pod-jumper combatants. It could be said that the melee combat of the strike group commanded by Baldur depended entirely on the Blood Angels! The Wild Wolves on his side weren't up to par! Thinking of this, Baldur looked over to the Wolf Cubs on the other side, armed with their rifles and cannons. The entire Chapter had truly become a shooting regiment!

"Alright, get ready. Pay attention to your appearance and don't let others outshine you. Being strong is a matter of meta, but being handsome is a matter of a lifetime." Finally, Balder kindly reminded his men. After all, besides being a skilled fighter, the Blood Angels were also incredibly handsome. And Sanguinius? Even more so! Even though his father wasn't exactly handsome.

Chapter 226 Meeting with Sanguinius

"Well, has the Ninth Legion changed from the previous group of corpse eaters into a bunch of showoffs?" A Terran Space Wolves commander said with some surprise as he looked at the Blood Angels fleet appearing in the distance.

The Blood Angels' fleet, primarily painted in gold and red, was simply dazzling, especially the Red Tear, the ship at the center of the fleet. It perfectly embodied the highest aesthetic standards of the Human Empire of this era. If a church on a warship was considered vulgar, then the Blood Angels' flagship was as exquisite as a work of art. Its gold and red paint scheme, coupled with its massive winged structure, made it look like an angel flapping its wings, ready to take flight.

Other warships also surrounded this behemoth, forming three particularly large concentric circles. This also reflected Sanguinius's management philosophy of the Legion. He divided the entire Blood Angels Legion into three "spheres." The outermost sphere consisted of ordinary soldiers, whose mission was to carry out the orders of their captains. Then there was the second sphere, composed of commanders and senior officers, who were responsible for the daily management of the Legion. And the final sphere was composed of Sanguinius and his closest and most powerful retainers, known as the Immortals. Their purpose was to carry out the most dangerous and important tasks in war, following the Primarch and bringing death to the enemy.

The entire command system firmly restrained the bloodlust and bloodlust inherent in the Blood Angels' genes, and instead pursued virtue and glory as a means of redemption. It can be said that Sanguinius's command skills were exceptional, and his Legion was truly a formidable force! It is said that at its peak, the Blood Angels numbered 300 companies, each with approximately 500 men.

Compared to the nearly fully-manned Blood Angels, Balder's fleet was rather shabby. Russ had taken most of the Legion's combat-ready fleet, and the fleet previously commanded by Balder was currently undergoing repairs and upgrades. Even his flagship, the Endless Journey, was still under repair. While the Splendor-class battleships were significantly larger than standard Imperial battleships, they were still far behind the Glorious Queens.

Even so, the Space Wolves fleet, tempered by Balder, still displayed a strong and capable style. The fleet was small, but agile and well-trained, and each of the modified warships, which differed somewhat from the standard Imperial warships, appeared more powerful than its peers.

"Let's go and meet the Primarch and his legion with whom we will fight side by side in the future," Balder ordered.

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"Father, I finally understand what you mean." When Sanguinius saw Baldur, he felt that the man before him was very different from his father, yet possessed a near-identical essence. If the Emperor struck Sanguinius as majestic, powerful, and inviolable, a natural monarch, then Baldur before him struck him as mysterious, wise, and like a scholar.

"This is simply a miracle of human evolution." Even as a Primarch, Sanguinius was aware of the gap between him and the opponent. He could realize the opponent's strength, but he didn't know how far the distance between them was.

"The Emperor's most perfect work, a crystallization of humanity and power, glory and virtue." Baldur observed Sanguinius as well. He, too, was filled with affection for him. Appearance had nothing to do with it; simply because of Sanguinius's immense contributions to the Heresy, Baldur owed him respect. In front of the crowd, the two men went through a ceremony. Then, as with previous meetings between the Legion's high command, Baldur and Sanguinius spoke privately, while the Legion's officers and soldiers conversed on their own.

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"When my father mentioned you, I was very surprised. It was hard for me to imagine that there was someone like my father among humans. But when I saw you, I found that what he said was true. Hello, senior." Sanguinius said very respectfully.

"Greetings, Sanguinius of Bhaal, son of the Emperor," Baldur said with a satisfied nod. "From your expression, it seems you have many questions. If so, please speak freely."

"How did you become my brother's ally? With your status..." Sanguinius looked at Balder. Why was this being of the same high rank as the Emperor willing to assist his brother?

"It's very simple. When I reincarnated into Fenris, I felt that Russ was a nice, obedient, and very down-to-earth person, so we became friends. As for identity? For immortal beings like us, it's actually not that important. The same is true for you. When you have lived for thousands of years or even longer, you will find that identity and status are far less important than humanity for sufficiently high-level beings. Russ is a good person, so we became friends." Balder said with a smile.

What Balder said was indeed the truth. In fact, in this life, Balder's obsession with power was not so strong anymore. It was not that he felt that he was strong enough, but because, when the travelers took back what belonged to them and the Eldar handed over the authority of the Webway, Balder, who had been striving to become a god for tens of thousands of years, no longer had to worry about how to gain power, because the endless power of faith was transformed into his divine power, just like the emperor sitting on the golden throne, who was naturally strong without practice!

His relationship with Russ, besides helping his cherished friends and his fellow Fenrisians, was more importantly about anchoring his own humanity. This side would gradually weaken as Balder grew in power, but even if he became a god, his humanity could not be stripped away, because it anchored the concept of the traveler as a human god! It could not be discarded.

"Do you consider all this a game, a drama?" Sanguinius asked.

"Of course not, because in our lives, everyone around us is a living being. We are powerful, but not omnipotent. What we have to do is to teach the people around us to be self-reliant, rather than hiding under our wings. In your opinion, the Emperor and I are powerful enough to protect everyone, but I can tell you clearly that the seeds of greatness are hidden in the ordinary. Those civilians and mortals are the backbone and foundation of a civilization, and as for us, I, the Emperor and you Primarchs, your obligation is to guide everyone, and to stand up at critical moments when faced with unsolvable crises." Balder said.

"And the crisis you are talking about is the current Randan War?" Sanguinius asked seriously.

"Yes, the Randan xenos will be the most powerful enemy we encounter in the physical galaxy. Some of them can threaten the Emperor and me, and in the face of such an enemy, we must move forward."

"Threat you and father? Then what do you need me to do? Do the other brothers know about this?"

"Do what you should do. We will deal with those beyond our capacity." Bader paused and continued, "As for the other Primarchs, some may know, while others may not. While the Randan xenos are terrifying, they are merely a strategic aspect. Humanity must control most of the galaxy in the shortest possible time."

"And then?" Sanguinius asked.

"Then face even more terrifying beings!" Balder said. "Don't ask for more information. Now is not the time to tell you. They are extremely powerful. Even mentioning their names could lead to unpredictable consequences. Remember this: we are humans. Do not trust any whispers from the Warp!"

"The Warp?" Sanguinius fell into deep thought. It would be wrong to say that humanity was completely ignorant of the dangers of the Warp. After all, there were all sorts of Warp creatures of unknown origin that could cause great trouble to sailing fleets, whether it was Void Whales so massive they were as big as planets, or creatures that couldn't be identified as demons or creatures. However, within the human empire, few were aware of the existence of the evil gods.

"Yes, they are the ultimate evil, the nightmare of all civilizations, and the destroyers in the darkness. We need to be permanently vigilant and confront them in the future. You will eventually encounter them in the future, so you must stick to your original intention and don't believe in any so-called gifts or words from the warp." Balder stopped there.

"Okay, senior." Sanguinius nodded.

"You seem to be on bad terms with some of my brothers. If they have offended me, I apologize on their behalf. But I hope..." Sanguinius changed the subject. Humans are social beings, so they love gossip and gossip. And clearly, within the Legion, what gossip could be more captivating than the affairs of the Primarchs? It was clear that the returning Primarchs had split into two factions: the Horus Faction and the Ferrus Faction. The Space Wolves clearly belonged to the Ferrus Faction. Sanguinius wasn't thinking about taking sides; he was wondering if he could resolve the conflict.

"All I can say is that people look at things from different perspectives, so they have different opinions on some things, and a civilization should be tolerant of certain things. I can only say that my opinions are different from those of some people. It's not a matter of disgust, but it's better if we are not together. I am a traveler, a scholar, and a warrior. I have always been accustomed to doing things according to my own rules." Bader said with a smile.