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Chapter 348 Ahriman: Are you into numerology?
"The wisdom of the Primarch and the God of Death should not be underestimated. There is a trick here!"

"We must change our plans immediately!"

Ahriman made a quick judgment.

How could the wisdom of the Primarch and the Gods have come up with such a poor plan? Could they have somehow deceived Ahriman's precognitive abilities?

He clenched the scepter in his hand and tried to find some clues through the seven crystals to find out the whereabouts of the two primarchs and the god of death.
But no matter how he observed, the result showed that they would leave through the part of the webway guarded by Belisarius Cawl, Gabriel Seth and Thousand Faces.

Logically speaking, Ahriman only needs to start the ritual right now, and the moment the two Primarchs and the Grim Reaper enter the Webway, he should transfer them and that section of the Webway directly into the Psychedelic Hell. But how could it be so simple?
"But, sir," said Astros, the wizard lord of the Prodigal Son Warband, softly, "Could this be an empty city tactic, deliberately arousing our suspicion and making us think more?"

It is indeed possible. Ahriman nodded in agreement.
The Thousand Sons used to be the ones who knew the most about the history of humanity and the entire galaxy. When the Dragon Kingdoms disappeared in that strange self-immolation fire, it was the Thousand Sons who wandered through that ancient land to recover its relics. The Thousand Sons knew that there was an operation called the Empty City Strategy in the history of the Dragon Kingdoms.

Perhaps this was a trick of the Primarch and the God of Death, a deliberate attempt to attract Aman's attention.
When leaving through the webway guarded by Gabriel Seth, Belisarius Cawl and Thousand Faces,

Ahriman certainly wouldn't fall for this trick.
"Push those dark Eldar out and use them as additional sacrifices to expand the scope of the entire ritual."

Ahriman turned his head and looked at the nine wizards including Astros and said:
"Include all seven teams and seven gates. Once the Primarch and the God of Death appear, transfer them all to the psychedelic hell."

In order to prevent possible accidents, Ahriman specially prepared extra sacrifices.
Eighty-one Dark Eldar with strong psychic powers were spitting at Ahriman and were stuffed into the ranks of sacrifices.
Ahriman's disciple Astras was still somewhat worried.
The ritual of directly transferring a section of the webway is already very consuming, so it requires 9,999 mutant wizards and 81 dark Eldar as sacrifices, and it requires nine stars to replace the huge amount of subspace energy.

Today, the forces of the Human Empire are widely scattered throughout the Webway. If they are all to be transferred into the Psychedelic Hell, the limits of the ritual have almost been reached.

more importantly.
"Seven divisions, three commanders, and two hundred and twenty-two men in each division."

Astros said with some worry:
"This involves the God of Plague and the Holy Numbers of the God of Death of Humans and Eldar. Will it interrupt our rituals?"

There was a deathly silence in the air, as Ahriman and the other eight wizards all looked towards Astras.

Before Ahriman could speak, the other eight wizards couldn't help but burst into laughter, as if Astras had told a very funny joke.

"You're into numerology?" Ahriman said in a high voice.

The three crystal eyes on Ahriman's mask flickered as they looked at Astras, as if they were looking at a greenskin who suddenly declared that he believed in peace.

The other eight wizards laughed even louder.

If there's one thing the sorcerers of the Thousand Sons absolutely scoff at, it's Mortarion and numerology.

In the Book of Hatred of the Thousand Sons are written three names, Horus, Leman Russ, and Mortarion.

Horus ordered the destruction of Prospero, Leman Russ was the executor, and Mortarion was the instigator.
It was Mortarion's almost ignorant aversion to psionics that prompted the Council of Nicaea and the Burning of Prospero.

Now Horus is dead, Leman Russ is nowhere to be found but he and his sons are still hated by the Thousand Sons, and Mortarion
Ever since Mortarion was promoted to Daemon Prince in the Heresy and came up with the ridiculous thing called numerology, the Thousand Sons looked at Mortarion like a virtuous woman who had fallen into prostitution but still talked about chastity, or a moralist who had fallen into alcoholism but still talked about moderation.
In their eyes, Mortarion was a clown, and numerology was his funniest joke.

"Astros," Ahriman said with a hint of amusement and accusation in his voice. "Tell me, from your knowledge, did the Imperial forces perform any rituals that could draw upon the power of the Warp? Did their actions conform to any sorcery that could reach the celestial flood? Can numbers alone protect them?"

This is also one of the reasons why Qianzi never believes in numerology.

In order to harness the power of the Warp, the Thousand Sons spent countless hours digging out knowledge from the dust of human history. They secretly acquired knowledge from aliens and those blasphemous beings long before they rebelled. They did not hesitate to violate the Emperor's ban and pursue the wisdom in the Warp, which eventually led to the destruction of their home planet by the Emperor's executioner.

And Mortarion can mobilize the power of the High Heavens with just a few permutations and combinations of numbers. Is there still the Law of Chaos? Is there still the Chaos Gods?
Sacred numbers are not without effect, but they must go through specific rituals, witchcraft and sacrifices to work.

The most important thing is, if numerology is really effective, then Mortarion is not the Joker, and the Joker would become the Thousand Sons, right?

"Okay, Astros, there's a time to tell a joke."

Ahriman waved his scepter to interrupt the laughter of the other eight wizards, signaling them to return to their proper positions and prepare to begin the ceremony to transfer the seven armies of the empire into the psychedelic hell. Astros bowed slightly and also retreated to his proper position.

Perhaps others could offer advice on tactics, but on the level of sorcery and the Warp, no one except the Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion could question Ahriman's knowledge.

Ahriman was on the Tzeentch flying disc, gazing at the nine burning stars before him.
These nine stars were captured from the material universe by Ahriman and his sorcerers and dragged into the Webway they occupied.
Countless blasphemous runes and strange sorcery have tainted these nine stars that once illuminated the cold deep space, turning their flames into some kind of sickening brilliant color that makes people dizzy at a glance.

The solar prominences they continuously spit out weave a myriad of vicious symbols, which are interconnected and cooperate with the gravity between the stars to form a huge ritual.

Such a grand ceremony was fitting for a battle against two primarchs and a god.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine mutant psykers and eighty-one dark eldar who cursed Ahriman were pushed into the raging burning star.
A total of 10,800 sacrifices burned in the flames of the star. Their physical bodies were destroyed in the blink of an eye, but their souls and their powerful psychic potential were trapped in the star, emitting sharp wails.
This is the true use of sacred numbers, used in rituals to please the gods, not just boring number arrangements and mathematical games.

Strong psychic fluctuations stirred the hot sea on the surface of the star, rolling up a wave of brilliant spots of light that floated. These spots of light were reflected on Ahriman's face, making his mask colorful, like the wings of a fly fluttering in the bright sunshine.

The torrent of the Warp began to stir, and the might of the High Heavens gathered in the Webway and projected towards Macragge in the distance.

Ahriman smiled, for his ritual could not fail.

"Father, numerology is not an easy subject."

In the Garden of Nurgle, Mortarion, like a patient teacher, pointed to the green and decaying scroll before his father.
The decayed marks on the scroll formed numbers, which kept jumping and changing, showing the wisdom of numerology to the loving father.

"Some clumsy people have only a superficial understanding of the sacred numbers, and often end up making things worse."

"For example, the holy number nine is the holy number of the Lord of Change. Those foolish and superstitious wizards will use it, but they often make mistakes."

A mocking expression appeared on Mortarion's lips. He looked down on those wizards from the bottom of his heart. Their understanding of the Holy Numbers was superficial.

Nurgle nodded, not quite understanding. Suddenly, he raised his head as if he had vaguely sensed something.
"It's like nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine and eighty-one, two numbers that shouldn't be used together."

Mortarion was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously, with a look of approval in his eyes.

"That's right! That's right!"

"You see, when nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine and eighty-one are added together, the two holy numbers of the Lord of Perfect Numbers give rise to different meanings."

"Ten thousand and eighty is a multiple of seven and three. This number originally pointed to change, but it gave birth to stagnation and corruption in your field."

"This may in turn cause the witches' rituals to stagnate, become corrupt, or even fail."

"If the person they cast those superstitious spells on happens to also use numbers pointing to you to protect themselves, then the wizards' rituals may backfire on them!"

Nurgle listened to Mortarion's words and could not help but nod in agreement. He seemed to gradually understand the wisdom of numerology.

Witchcraft that uses both the numbers nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine and eighty-one will usher in stagnation and corruption in His realm.

Ahriman looked at the figures of Zhou Yun, Guilliman and Sanguinius reflected in the crystal with a confused look on his face.

They emerged from the part of the Webway guarded by Gabriel Seth, Thousand Faces, and Belisarius Cawl.
Then quickly open and close the red and pink wooden door, and quickly go to the next relay point.

Ahriman couldn't help scratching the corner of his mask and looked at his ritual in confusion.
Hey, why does this ceremony look a bit green?

(End of this chapter)