Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

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"My lord." After the meeting, the Lion King's butler, who had finished the work at hand in just over ten minutes, bowed and said. It was obvious that Coswayen knew that his genetic father had something to tell him.

"Coswain, you are one of the people who have communicated with the Space Wolves more frequently. Tell me about your impression of them." Zhuangsen said.

"The officers and soldiers of the Space Wolves Legion are a group of qualified legionaries. Although they are a little immature compared to the Dark Angels veterans from Terra, they are very outstanding compared to other legions and us recruits. They pursue glory and dedication like us, and they can show their everything for the Empire. They are also respectable knights." said Corswain.

"However, for some reason, the Space Wolves Legion has some special culture and rule systems. Their organizational structure and beliefs seem to be somewhat incompatible with the current military system in our opinion. They are good at technology, but at the same time they are obsessed with psychic power. However, when talking to them, they do not think that they are using psychic power, but some kind of primitive power of Fenris. This is simply a very ridiculous thing. I believe that both Russ and the Supreme Lord Commander know the truth, and those rune priests are also clear about it. But they always..." said Koswain.

"Just like they call the AI ​​on the Dragon Gunship a Machine Soul? Is that right?" Zhuang Sen said with a smile.

"I think they're trying to cover up their mistake," said Coswein.

"Yes, they're trying to cover up their mistake, but it's clear that some of their methods are very effective, aren't they?" Jonson said. "I've had very little contact with the Brothers, but as for Russ, I believe he possesses a wisdom unique to barbarians. He sees many things very clearly. He understands the essence of many problems. But it's clear that some things are inconvenient to talk about, or even impossible to say. He knows that whether it's the Terran bureaucracy, the Mechanicus, or the other Brothers, all they need is an excuse. And he's very good at fabricating those excuses. Take, for example, the psionics and AI you just mentioned. Such nonsense is actually accepted by people. Isn't this world hard to understand?" Jonson said.

"We can understand this as a compromise of sorts," Corswein said. The Dragon Gunship was known as the Angel of the Myriad Gods, a fact the Dark Angels knew. After all, the Forging Sages from Acheron VIII had already begun constructing holy images and composing new prayers on their Ark. Those in the know naturally considered this a farce, but everyone accepted the outcome!

"Do you know why the Space Wolves and the Iron Hands Legion have such a good relationship?" asked Jonson.

"Because of the mutual assistance between the two legions in the initial moments? And the pursuit of technology by both sides?" said Coswain.

"You're partly right." Jonson paused, looking out the porthole at the war-torn Forge World of Shana. "Both Russ and Ferrus pursue ultimate power. Ferrus makes no secret of his radicalism in military and technology. Russ may seem inferior to Ferrus, but he's even crazier! He and his legion dare to use things Ferrus wouldn't dare to think of or use! Ferrus is extremely wary of psionic powers, but Rus isn't."

"You mean, the legendary Tower of Light? But that was not operated by Lord Russ." said Coswain.

"This just shows how audacious my brother is. Corsween, think about it, if you were Rus, would you give the key to such a terrifying weapon to another person? Even if he is your brother. In fact, I doubt that Rus knows very little about the Tower of Light. This is unique among my brothers." Zhuangsen said.

Primarchs may have different attitudes towards their subordinates, but none, with the exception of Russ, would relinquish control of the Legion's most lethal weapon! Jonson wouldn't, nor would Ferrus, Horus, or Guilliman. But Russ would! After Jonson reviewed the records of the Tower of Light, his first reaction to Russ was: How dare he indulge his own men so? As Jonson learned more, he was surprised to discover that not only the Tower of Light but also the Endless Journey were not under Russ's control.

Initially, Zhuang Sen didn't want to pay attention to his brother's unusual behavior. After all, dealing with a Randan alien had already exhausted him. Zhuang Sen also knew that interfering in other legions' affairs without authorization was a taboo. He wouldn't tolerate others interfering in his own legion, but at the same time, he wouldn't easily interfere with other legions either.

But now, for the Shana Campaign to continue, the Space Wolves and the Dark Angels Legion needed deeper cooperation, and certain issues could not be avoided. Jonson wanted to understand his brother's underlying difficulties and whether he needed help. After all, Jonson would never allow another powerful voice in his Legion, and he would never hand over his sword to anyone else.

"Your Excellency..."

"There are some things that I need to do, but of course I will be sensible," Zhuang Sen said.

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A day later, the two Primarchs met at a front-line headquarters, in a central conference room. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the attendants of both sides tacitly withdrew, leaving only the two Primarchs. Jonson first handed a plan to Russ, who began to read it. Jonson sat quietly by the side, waiting for him to finish reading it, while observing his brother.

Russ wasn't in good shape. The prolonged, intense fighting and the heavy pressure had left the Primarch exhausted. Russ was like this, but so was Jonson. However, Jonson had a vague feeling that Russ's anxiety and fatigue weren't simply due to the battle situation, but something else. This piqued Jonson's curiosity.

"Huh, we accept this plan." After a moment, Ruth said after a long sigh.

Frankly, the plan submitted by Jonson was quite favorable to the Space Wolves, who had already been engaged in relentless combat. According to Jonson's plan, Russ's Space Wolves would be withdrawn from the ravaged front lines. The remaining 1-plus Space Wolves would then be divided into two groups. One group would be dedicated to repairing and maintaining "specialized equipment." Another group would be deployed as technical troops, including gunship mechanics, psykers, Iron Wolf and Giant Mech pilots, as well as some secondary support personnel. The remainder would remain in reserve. In short, the core of this plan was to free the remaining Space Wolves from the hellish front lines and use them for support and technical work.

Jonson's plan certainly favored the Space Wolves, but no one could argue with that. After all, the Space Wolves were the only Legion to have participated in the Randal Campaign in force from the outset, and they would continue to do so. After Ferrus and Guilliman's initial engagements, and the subsequent rotation period, the Space Wolves remained on the front lines. Furthermore, the Space Wolves were far less well-equipped than the First Legion, and the Emperor had already promised new reinforcements. Therefore, Jonson was happy to give the Sixth Legion, which had both merit and hard work, some preferential treatment.

Secondly, Jonson felt the Space Wolves were more effective in logistics than on the front lines. After the massive losses of frontline troops, the remaining Space Wolves were mostly technicians. Could those skilled Iron Priests, adorned with robotic arms, be deployed on the battlefield? Of course they could, and their performance on the battlefield was even better than that of ordinary soldiers. However, in a battlefield like the Battle of Randan, where even Titans were considered high-end cannon fodder, losing such valuable technical talent would be a real shame.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, my brother." Zhuang Sen raised the wine glass in his hand, and Russ did the same, and the two clinked their glasses from a distance.

"Anything else?" Rus looked at his brother, a brother as cold and resolute as the Emperor. If Horus represented the Emperor's ambition, Ferrus his skill, and Guilliman his ability to govern, then this brother before him embodied the face of the Emperor's determination and destruction! That's right, face! The kind of determination that, once a decision was made, would be utterly annihilated. Rus didn't know why the word face had come to his mind, but he had a vague feeling that it was a perfect description of the relationship between the Primarch and the Emperor.

"You seem to be mired in sorrow and worry, and this worry isn't just about the battlefield. If possible, I hope we can be frank with each other. After all, we are brothers and comrades-in-arms," ​​Jonson said. After meeting Russ, Jonson's intuition told him that his concerns seemed related. Jonson believed that the Space Wolves' internal control system was losing control due to the immense pressure, and Russ seemed to be worried about this as well.

Jonson had encountered this situation on Caliban. Facing an endless stream of monsters, not all knights could hold out. While the monsters' attacks would certainly destroy the knights' bodies, the temptations they faced were the most deadly. One knightly order once proposed the depraved idea of ​​"living in peace" with the monsters. They had grown desperate in the face of the endless stream of monsters and were tempted to surrender. Jonson and Luther's response was simple: utter destruction!

Now, Zhuang Sen felt that Russ's control over the Legion's problems was steadily declining. His Legion was doing things that even he was unaware of. The so-called secrets of the Dragon Gunships, in Zhuang Sen's view, were merely the most superficial secrets of the Legion, barely worth mentioning compared to the secrets hidden deeper within! Russ seemed to be having a hard time grasping them.

"I know what you're thinking, my brother." Russ stared at Jonson with his pale blue eyes for a moment, then picked up the flagon beside him and poured himself another glass of Fenris's wolf wine.

"You think I'm teetering on some dangerous edge and there's a possibility of losing control, is that right?" Ruth said.

"?!" Hearing Rus's words, Zhuangsen's heart tightened. He hadn't expected his brother's intuition to be so sharp. The time they had spent together could only be counted in hours, and Zhuangsen rarely commented on Rus in front of his legion's senior leaders. Yet, Rus could sense his thoughts, which surprised Zhuangsen.

"I understand the pressure you're facing. After all, we're facing an enemy we've never faced before." Zhuang Sen was at a loss for words. After all, he had intended to explain these matters in a more tactful tone. As he had said, they were currently comrades, relying on each other. "However, at this moment, we must not lose our composure."

"Haha." Russ smiled wryly. "Our experiences are different, Jonson. Before I returned to my father, I witnessed beings perhaps even more terrifying than what we're facing today. I once asked my father about it, and he wasn't very optimistic. But today, as we face Randan, I feel like we've only just begun to face the darkness of the galaxy."

"We are the sons of the Great Father. We are called demigods by our descendants and mortals alike. However, we should know that in this galaxy, we are nothing. We are not powerful, but we are not weak either," Russ said. "Jonson, your descendants are from the First Legion, with a longer history than our other legions. You should know more about this."

"I understand," Jonson nodded. He and Russ had destroyed the third War Moon together, using various forbidden weapons to injure it and then boarding it, a common tactic in Warhammer. But when he encountered a new batch of War Moons, Jonson didn't even consider boarding! The enemy had attempted to infiltrate his mind, and while unsuccessful, it had made Jonson realize how powerful they were. After weighing the pros and cons, he chose to retreat. He believed that even with his Omen Titan Legion and the most elite members of the DA, he might not be able to defeat a being that might be called the Supreme Mastermind. So, he led his legion back to Shana, a move that was approved by the Emperor.

"Yet our fathers launched the Great Crusade, determined to manifest Mankind's destiny. We embarked on a path from which there could be no return. Either we succeed, and become the last remaining masters of the galaxy after the Eldar, or we fail, and are torn to pieces by the enemy in the darkness."

"So, we must do our utmost to achieve the final victory of this expedition from which there is no retreat, no matter what means we use, no matter whether we understand the true nature of certain forces involved, and no matter what the cost, we must win. Jonson, believe me, everything we face today is only the beginning of the suffering of this cruel war. We will lose much more in the future, and only after we have shed enough blood and paid enough price can we taste the bitterness of victory."

"We've mobilized all manner of forbidden technologies and powers, including the forbidden weapons of your legion, the AI ​​of my own, and certain Eldar-derived technologies. We've used whatever means necessary to achieve victory," Russ declared. Russ naturally knew a great deal, even more than Jonson suspected. Balder had already shared much of this with Russ long before, because, after his ascension, it was uncertain when he would adapt to his new identity and descend into his own avatar. Therefore, Russ had to find his feet! Clearly, these secrets were causing him immense pressure.

For example, Russ already knew of the existence of the Lord of Radiance. The Primarchs were no fools. Perturabo, though arrogant, knew the Lord of Radiance's power. Russ was no stranger to this, and he understood it even better. After all, Russ had been to the Star Castle and witnessed this star fortress, a legacy from humanity's glorious past.

"I can understand your idea, although I don't completely agree with it. But as a temporary measure, it can continue. However, after the Battle of Randan is over, I hope you can better control the power in your hands." Zhuang Sen said.

"I know what you're worried about. In fact, you're not the only one who's asked me a similar question. Dorn has also raised it. I know you have no ill intentions. But I can tell you that your worries are completely unnecessary. Everyone has their own destiny and a mission to complete. And every mission comes with a price. My ally began handing over the things and knowledge he had a long time ago. The things that you and some other brothers fear the most are not among them. However, I estimate that after this decisive battle with Randan, we will most likely never see certain things again. Even certain people. Do you understand what I mean, Zhuangsen?"

"If possible, I would rather take on this tragic task myself, because his ability is far greater than mine, and he can lead my descendants to go further and better. But unfortunately, my strength and knowledge are far from enough. So, Zhuangsen, shut up. I will not interfere in the internal affairs of your legion, and I don't want to hear your so-called advice. If you have any questions, you can contact our father, that's it. We should not speculate with malice about a person who is about to face his own destiny." Rus's expression was already a little ferocious.

"This..." Zhuangsen hadn't expected the conversation to reach its current point. Clearly, Russ knew what Zhuangsen was about to say, but had interrupted him rudely before he could even begin. Zhuangsen's expression turned sour. He wasn't used to being spoken to this way, even by his own brother. He instinctively wanted to retort, but he didn't know how. After all, Russ's words were too unrealistic and vague. To him, they sounded more like the ravings of some so-called prophet.

"In the future, you will meet my ally, and you will believe what I say. Obviously, he has been involved in a battle beyond our understanding. The only thing we can do now is to complete our mission. So, Zhuang Sen, if we continue to discuss the battle situation of Shana, we can get along well. As for other things, let's forget it. There is no need for us to discuss it." Russ said this as sincerely as possible.

"Alright." Recalling something the Emperor had said to him, Zhuang Sen finally nodded in agreement. Silence fell again between the two sides, and they suddenly didn't know what to talk about. The battle was simple: attrition, until one side could no longer withstand it. The two legions couldn't pose a threat to the three war moons, and Ran Dan was equally cautious. Or perhaps, he had other ideas.

"How do you think this battle will end?" After a while, Zhuang Sen spoke.

"They will evacuate when the time is right," Russ said.

"Why? Isn't it because we can't waste any more time?" Zhuang Sen frowned and said.

"My ally is coming soon. They will evacuate before he arrives if they don't want to die." Rus said.

"Can we..." when Lord Badr arrives?

"Jonson, do you believe in prophecies?" Russ turned around and asked.

"Prophecy? Haha, I only believe in my premonition and judgment." Zhuang Sen snorted coldly.

"Once, my ally said that beings at higher levels can see the long river of fate. Our father can, my ally can, and the being hidden behind the Randan alien can also see it." Rus said.

"Hiss...Huh..." Zhuang Sen took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"Time will tell. Goodbye, my brother." Ruth said and left the meeting room.

Chapter 236 Chess Game and Weapons

"Ah..." Balder, seated atop the throne of the Tower of Light, felt an intense pain. This wasn't an attack from some enemy, but rather the very laws of the real universe that were rejecting him! With the growing power of faith and the push of humanity's destiny, Balder was getting closer and closer to taking the final step. So much so that even as he sat atop the throne, assuming his authority, the real world rejected him. He felt like the Emperor in the 40th Century, seated atop the Golden Throne. They could have transcended, but for various reasons, they were forced to remain in this world!

"Huh..." As Balder lifted the throne room of the Tower of Light into the Webway, the repulsive force from the real world was significantly weakened. He had shed his human form, revealing his true nature as a traveler. He viewed the entire battle from a higher dimensional perspective.

In the shadows at the edge of the galaxy, a dark, chaotic mind was projected into the Warp. It was so powerful that it could generate divine power and nurture its own godhood. It too was on the path to godhood. But this path had been erroneous from the outset. It was powerful but chaotic. The power of faith accumulated over countless years, along with the ever-increasing fusion of its main brain and mind, had greatly weakened its original consciousness. It was a loose entity, forcibly held together. Possessing the power of a god, it possessed a relatively fragile essence.

However, even with the hidden dangers, the Randan Overlord remained a powerful, transcendent existence. In this match, he had already arranged everything. In the two battles against the Empire, the Randan Overlord was destined to win one. He awaited the Traveler's decision. When the Traveler decided to rescue one battlefield, He would secure victory in the other, unstoppable and irresistible.

The traveler did trick the opponent at the beginning, but it was obvious that as an opponent of the same level, Lord Randan, who had lost two war moons and suffered such a great loss, would not be fooled easily again. He took advantage of the traveler's temporary absence to digest his gains and set up a new game.

At this point, the Imperium of Man and the Randan xenos were engaged on two fronts. One was a defensive battle fought by the Dark Angels and Space Wolves, with Shana at the core. The other was a battle fought by a certain legion, inevitably lost, and the rest of the legions. This time, the Randan Overlord committed the majority of his forces. Without the presence of the Traveler or the Emperor, he would have triumphed on both fronts!

But now, the Emperor had other priorities, and the Traveler could only choose to save one battlefield. As for which one to save, there was no question. The Traveler was powerless against a Legion destined to vanish; after all, he couldn't fight on two fronts simultaneously. To engage a being of his own equal, fragmentation meant defeat.

The Traveler accepted this outcome. Perhaps this was the price humanity had to pay to completely crush the Randan aliens. At least one Primarch and Legion would be destroyed or corrupted by their bewitching influence. The stakes had been set, and there was no point dwelling on gains and losses. The Traveler was focused on the future.

For racial gods, besides direct confrontations of divine power, there's actually another effective means of destruction: the mass slaughter of their followers. The Randan aliens' greatest disadvantage compared to humans is their small population. The Randan are an alien alliance, and besides the Randan themselves, there are also aliens like the Wormmen. Unfortunately, the latter are merely allies, not fellow tribesmen, and cannot provide the Overmind with the power of faith.

Humans were so numerous that destroying a single sector was a minor threat to human civilization as a whole. However, the Randan were different. While their individuals were powerful, their numbers were far inferior to those of humans. The Traveler's strategy was simple: after a Randan Overlord eliminated an Imperial Primarch and his Legion, they would inevitably rest and recuperate. Using this time, the Traveler would lead a group of men, leveraging their superior mobility, to circle behind the Randan and destroy every planet in sight. Since they didn't have to worry about occupation, their methods could be more ruthless.

Even if Randan Overlord discovered and attempted to stop the Traveler, the Traveler wasn't worried. Back before he became a god, the evil gods couldn't catch him. How could a Randan Overlord, who wasn't yet a god, capture him, possessing the Tower of Light and access to the Webway? Even if both sides fought to the death, the Traveler, completely unleashed, wasn't afraid. However, considering the evil gods lurking in the darkness, the Traveler didn't want to confront them so soon.

After severely weakening the Randan Overlord, the latter's only option was a desperate fight! Randan's population and resources could not be wasted. He could not capture him. His only option, then, was to bring his family to Terra. At this point, the Traveler had reached his final stage. In a certain star system, the Traveler would await his arrival at his destined place of ascension. There, the Traveler had sensed the vast structure he had constructed with humanity during its golden age before his departure. That was the Kingdom of God after the Traveler's ascension, a structure hidden within a star. And in this battle, the Traveler would complete his final ascension. Become a racial god!

The entire plan was formulated, but the Traveler felt he still lacked a suitable weapon to slay the Randan Overmind. This weapon was no ordinary psychic weapon, nor a product of ordinary technology. It must be a vessel of divine power and capable of slaying gods. In this world, weapons that met this definition were few and far between. Even after the War in Heaven, weapons of this caliber were rare, save for the battles between the Four Chaos Gods. The Emperor's own sword barely counted, as it burned Nurgle. But the Traveler had no intention of using this weapon. The only other weapon associated with the War in Heaven that had appeared in the real universe was the Blackstone Fortress. It had even struck a C'tan.

"Unfortunately, the time is not right for Blackstone Fortress yet." The traveler shook his head. And just at this moment, the Eldar called! The Eldar gods helped the traveler solve this problem! The weapons are ready! They can be used at any time!

"How does it feel to sit upon the throne?" The projection of the Harlequin God appeared before the traveler. Looking at the traveler, now enveloped by the power of faith and his own divine might, the Harlequin God's face wore a complex expression, a mix of emotion and sympathy visible on his exaggerated, painted features.

"It's just another choice. If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. When I choose to sit on the throne, I get racial authority and divine status, but at the same time, I will no longer be able to fully control my own life and death." The traveler said with some emotion.

Once, during the War in Heaven, the Eldar God-King Asuran consulted the prophetic Crone Goddess about the fate of the Eldar gods. However, she stated that she could not foresee the fate of the Eldar gods, but that their future would be determined by the Eldar and the mortal Eldarnes. Apparently, the Eldar themselves ultimately brought disaster upon themselves...

The same was true for the Traveler. When He wasn't yet a god, though He sometimes struggled, He could still boast that, in the galaxy, He was the first to escape! Even the Four Gods couldn't catch Him during the galaxy's most chaotic period! But now, as He sat on the throne, ready to raise the Kingdom of God to the highest heavens, His fate was completely bound to humanity, unless He gave up His divine position.

"So are you ready for your final ascension to godhood?" asked the Clown God.

"I'm still missing a suitable weapon." The traveler said without hiding anything.

"Then I can lend it to you." The God of Clown said with a smile.

"Lend it to me? The elves are really wealthy." The traveler said meaningfully.

"Haha, you should have heard of this weapon. It is one of the five crone swords, and it also has another name called the Spear of Twilight." The Harlequin God said lightly.

"Spear of Twilight?" The traveler was stunned at first, but then he was relieved. Thinking about the rumors about it in his memory, he also accepted this weapon.

The Twilight Spear was the weapon of Prince Yrel, the renowned pirate prince of the 40K era. He was the warlord of Iyanden's Ark. His most famous feat was returning to his craftworld to defend it against the renowned Hive Fleet of the Kraken. During this epic battle, Prince Yrel, wielding the Twilight Spear, achieved a singular feat of the 40K era: wielding it to the point of wounding the Hive Mind and forcing it to retreat!

That's right, it's about damaging the Hive Mind! It's not about destroying a specific node! Simply put, Yrel, using this soul-burning, psychic-sucking artifact, charged through and killed a Terran behemoth, thereby connecting with the Hive Mind in the Warp. The Hive Mind, feeling pain it hadn't felt in ages, retreated. This was fought off by mortals using weapons; that's quite impressive.

(This is official history. As for why the other Crone Swords aren't as prominent, I can only say I have no idea... Besides, the five fingers aren't all the same length...)

"This is a deal." The traveler smiled and said, "Although you helped me, you earned more. The deal between us must be fair."

The Harlequin God made it clear: this weapon is a loan, and you must return it after borrowing it! But when the Traveler holds this weapon and uses it in a godslayer battle, the concept becomes different. The Traveler's power and the Twilight Spear merge, forming a completely new power model and endowing this weapon with godslayer properties!

You know, in the Warhammer world, certain weapons or entities undergo profound transformations after undergoing certain events. Take, for example, the renowned demon Draconian. Born from the first murder in human history, he gained a special attack against the Emperor... Of course, this weapon has a special attack against the Emperor, because this creature symbolizes the end of the Empire, a powerful blow to the very concept of the Emperor's human empire. He even wounded the Emperor during the Webway War. But against the Traveler? Sorry, that won't work, because the Traveler's keywords don't include the concept of Empire. While the establishment of the Empire of Man made the Traveler more powerful, the Traveler itself has no direct connection to the concept of Empire.

Likewise, when a traveler slew a god with the Twilight Spear, the Spear became a godslayer—a true godslayer! And as promised, the weapon would be returned to the Eldar. It would return even more powerful than before, and no longer fear Slaanesh. Furthermore, the Twilight Spear wasn't a disposable weapon wielded by the Emperor, once used, it could be used again...

"This weapon will never be used against human gods and their followers." said the Harlequin God.

"What I need is compensation. And we also need to discuss in detail the principles of using this weapon. After all, we all know that when a divine weapon is used by another god, it will be different." said the traveler.

"Make your terms," ​​the Harlequin God said flatly. For the Eldar, this weapon would only be used against a certain evil god. The Eldar were determined to obtain it. And for the Traveler, lacking a suitable weapon wasn't a problem. After all, humanity was the future ruler of the galaxy. Regardless of how long that destiny lasted, or how weak it might seem, even in the background of the 40th Millennium era, before the fall of Cadia, humanity was undeniably the greatest power in the galaxy.

"This is the most basic rule." The traveler waved his hand, and a contract appeared in front of the Clown God.

"No problem at all." The Clown God said after taking a closer look.

"I still need compensation. A compensation that can make up for my lack of divine power." said the traveler.

"How about a Vaal Moon?" The Harlequin God thought for a moment and said.

"Vaul's Moon? The Eldar's forge world?" said the Traveler.

"Yes, it's a special Eldar forge world lost in the darkness. It's now lost within the territory of the Randan Empire, but it's well disguised. You can take it and use the knowledge and power left by the God of Forge to enrich your forging authority. It's now dominated by the souls of the Eldar, and the God of Death will help you control this forge world."

"Once you gain authority over the Moon of Vaal, it will belong to you, and we will not do anything about it." The Harlequin God said with certainty.

"Deal!" The traveler was silent for several hours. After repeatedly weighing and calculating the pros and cons of the matter and formulating a plan based on it, the traveler made a decision.

"May we have a pleasant cooperation." The God of Harlequins said with a sense of relief.

Chapter 237 Wolf Spiral

The Harlequin God had departed, but the Traveler's work continued. The plan against the Randan aliens could be temporarily put to rest. However, the Traveler still had to make other preparations for Russ and the Space Wolves. The fusion of the Wolf Helix and gene-seed had reached a delicate time. If nothing unexpected happened, out-of-control werewolves would emerge, and this would cause the Space Wolves to face a major problem.

In fact, many of the legions created by the Emperor have genetic problems to varying degrees, such as the Blood Angels' thirst for blood and the Black Rage after Sanguinius' death, the Space Wolves' lycanthropy, the blight that once nearly wiped out the Emperor's Children, the lingering flesh corruption of the Thousand Sons, and the murderous nature of the Raven Guard's gene-seed that was triggered under certain circumstances. However, the causes of these genetic problems are varied.

The Emperor's Children's gene-seed was actually perfectly fine, having been contaminated by the Lunar Gene-Cult. The Thousand Sons could be considered a victim of a trick by the old tank. The Raven Guard's gene-seed isn't so much a problem as it is an advantage, as after an attack, they can still distinguish friend from foe, and their combat power surges. They can even recover afterward... isn't that a solid buff? However, the more problematic aspects are the Bloodthirst and Black Rage of the Sons of Sanguinius, and the Lycanthropy of the Space Wolves.

From a genetic perspective, the Space Wolves' gene-seed was originally flawless, as the Legionaries of Terra never experienced lycanthropy. The problem was with the Fenrisians. Later, with the disappearance of Terran-born Legionaries, lycanthropy went from being a problem for some to a problem faced by all members of the Legion.

The problem, in essence, was the fusion of the genes of the native Fenrisians with the gene-seed, the most obvious of all gene-seed defects. It could be said that the Fenrisian genes contaminated the original gene-seed, and this, combined with the Space Wolves' exclusive recruitment of troops from Fenris, exacerbated the problem.

On this plane, although Russ opened a loophole and the Legion recruited from other planets, Fenrisians still formed the bulk of the Legion's recruitment. Therefore, this problem persisted, and even became a serious problem plaguing the Space Wolves' expansion efforts. After all, a single werewolf trial could disqualify many aspiring Space Marines.

Compared to the Raven Guard's gene-seed issues, the Space Wolves' problems are more severe. However, compared to the Blood Angels, their lycanthropy is less severe. And you could say Fenris is a rather uncanny place. Over a long period of evolution, the gene-seed and the local wolf spiral of Fenris have been continuously refined. For example, during the Great Crusade, once transformed into a lycanthropy, one completely lost their rationality and became a beast. However, over time, some lycanthropes have retained their rationality and achieved T5 physiques! (The new 10th Edition ruleset defines a T5 physique for a lycanthropy), capable of fighting with axes and shotguns. Finally, during the Logan era, the introduction of Baine's Bloodhowl transformed the Space Wolves' lycanthropy curse from a purely debuff into a buff.

Bane's lycanthropy seems somewhat controllable, and after transforming, his stats dramatically increase. With a body size of 6, 6, and 5 inches, he's a true behemoth, capable of tearing through tanks and mechas with his bare hands. He retains some awareness during the fight, at least able to distinguish between friend and foe. And afterward, he can transform back...

Think about it, isn't it a bit like the Word Bearers' first generation of enchanted warriors, known as the Blessed Children? After battle, they can also return to normal, and their mental state is basically normal. So you see how excited Lorgar is, feeling that he has found the direction of human evolution.

If Balder simply dealt with the wolf helix issue, it wouldn't be difficult for him, as the Space Wolves' lycanthropy rate was very low. Aside from the Thirteenth Company, where it was slightly more severe, the other Great Companies were isolated cases. Therefore, using a bit of divine power to dilute the gene, create an injection, and suppress it wouldn't be a problem. However, if he wanted to fully enhance the gene's buffs, say, allowing a Space Marine to transition from S4T4 to S6T6 while maintaining their sanity, strength, and physique, becoming a muscleman even more formidable than a N-Mark Obliterator, that would be a much more challenging task.

This requires incredibly advanced genetic technology, and even the Emperor himself would have a difficult time achieving it, considering his own Guardsmen are only at level 5, level 5. The Emperor's retainers, on the other hand, are less the product of genetic engineering than the enchantments of the gods. With the blessing of two powerful figures, plus psionic powers, your combat effectiveness is undoubtedly high.

"Forget it, let's get some potions first to pull back those crazy warriors. I should also pack up and then go see Rus and Jonson. There are some things I need to talk to Rus about. I hope that after I become a god, Rus won't do anything like the Burning of Prospero again. If I see Jonson, I may not be able to hide it anymore. I also need to contact the Emperor and ask him to explain to Jonson." The traveler said as he looked at himself bathed in the light of faith and divine power.

After the Randan aliens retreated from the Shana front, the Traveler would lead the Space Wolves, White Scars, and Blood Angels on a mission deep into the Randan Empire. Simply put, it was to destroy all Randan aliens on sight. Sanguinius was aware of his existence, and the Khan would understand. After all, the Khan was a pragmatist at heart. Just like how he initially disliked the Emperor, but upon realizing Chaos was even worse, he immediately embraced Him 100%. The darkness of the Randan was enough to teach the Khan a lesson.

After figuring out these problems, the traveler began to continue with the work in his hands. At this time, in Shana, the problem of werewolves was emerging from the shadows. In the Space Wolves' base, a team of Wolf Guards authorized by Russ himself was working with the Wolf Priests to deal with some sudden and difficult problems.