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Chapter 353 Do you buy health supplements? Do you believe in the Imperial Truth?

“Puhahahahaha”

Sanguinius's laughter was not very loud, but Magnus had cleared the top floor of the Tizca's Revenge in order to leave the battlefield to him and himself. In the empty and quiet environment, even his not-so-loud laughter was particularly conspicuous.
The Archangel smiled and looked at Magnus.

He felt that if Zhou Yun was here, he would definitely tell jokes like Russ stepped on Magnus' back, making Magnus so angry that he would be like an Ogryn.

But Sanguinius himself only showed a little curiosity, and asked in a gentle tone, as if advising a friend who had mistakenly joined a pyramid scheme:
"What makes you think you are the strongest of the Primarchs? What did the Lord of Change tell you?"

"He told me so himself, in the reflecting mirror, on the eve of Prospero's destruction."

Magnus was annoyed by Sanguinius' laughter, but he tried to keep his tone cold.

Even after ten thousand years, he still tends to use language and knowledge to prove his wisdom.
So he said:
"The Lord of Change once announced to me personally: Horus is only a backup option, an inferior, unqualified option."

"I am the first choice, the first choice to trigger the end and death, the first choice to start the cycle of creation and annihilation."

"They saw great potential in me and chose Horus only because I was too powerful at the time and they could not transform me."

Magnus raised his head and said as if to declare:

"But the Lord of Change promised that I will belong to their group one day - what are you laughing at?!"

Magnus looked at Sanguinius in front of him, glaring with his one eye.

The smile on Sanguinius's lips was almost unsuppressible, and he seemed to be trying hard to restrain himself from laughing out loud.

"Oh, so they said the same thing to you." Sanguinius said to Magnus with a smile.

“Also?” Magnus froze in his place, blinking his one eye blankly: “They?”

".Only the Lord of Change told you about this conversation?"

Sanguinius seemed surprised:
"The God of Plague, the God of Blood, and the Prince of Darkness were not involved? And you actually believed it?"

"You know that our father's words cannot be trusted, yet you still believe in the Lord of Change, who is ranked alongside him as one of the five greatest liars in the galaxy!"

Looking at Magnus, whose face was a little dull, Sanguinius hesitated.
He had heard a phrase from Zhou Yun that was used to mock people's brains, but the phrase was too aggressive.
"Do you buy health supplements?" Sanguinius said this sincerely: "Do you believe in the Imperial Truth?"

"I *Prospero swears* you!"

Magnus swore angrily,

The witchfire of Tzeentch burned fiercely on the blade in his hand. A short spell came out of Magnus' mouth. Time instantly surged through his body. In almost the blink of an eye, Magnus was in front of Sanguinius. Magnus's blade slashed towards Sanguinius.
But Sanguinius's speed was so fast that it seemed to speed up time. The effects of the high-efficiency pills and the acceleration gears came into play.
The Spear of Bibi and the Blade of Magnus collided on the pyramid of Tizca,
Colorful balls of lightning emerged from the surrounding subspace torrents, forming chains and smashing towards Sanguinius.
But Sanguinius simply fluttered his wings to suppress the surrounding warp, as if he was a beacon of order, and even the most turbulent torrents had to be calmed by his side.
The two separated abruptly after a brief collision, and they both knew each other's status.

Magnus' eyes were wide open, his bright red hair was blazing like fire, his gold and silver armor was shining like newly cast, and aether was gushing out of every bit of his flesh and blood.

But he finally laughed out of anger.
"The scar is still there, the scar left when Horus tore your flesh, the evidence of your failure. The power of the gods is in that scar, burned into your very being, across time and space."

"You won't be able to hold on for much longer. The wound is still hurting your body. It will expand if you relax!"

"Indeed, Horus did leave me with a deep wound."

Sanguinius' voice was calm and elegant, almost sweet:

"But who gave you the confidence that I can't chop off your head before I can't hold on any longer?"

"Brother, do you think you are Horus?"

Magnus roared savagely, and the top floor of the Tizca Pyramid was shattered by raging fire and thunder.

The two Primarchs collided again, and the light of witchcraft and holy golden light shone throughout the warp.

The seven-headed Lord of Change and Tzeentch's chief archdemon Carlos stood on the fragments of the webway. They kept knocking on the torrent in the warp with the whispers of birdsong, summoning sorcery to hit the line formed by Guilliman, Mephiston and Reyna.
Zhou Yun, with Fat Tiger and a group of Astartes, clashed with Ahriman's Prodigal Son War Gang.

To be honest, Zhou Yun couldn't understand why Guilliman and Carlos had to fight.
After all, in the canon, Guilliman actually fell under a spell carefully prepared by Carlos.
Carlos used that spell to awaken the negative and dark emotions that had been accumulating in Guilliman's heart since his return. The exhaustion, pain, and struggle turned into chains that bound Guilliman.
If it was a head-on confrontation, Guilliman would never lose to Carlos, but in the official history, it was never Carlos who really defeated Guilliman, but the dark and broken current situation of the Empire and the sufferings suffered by mankind.
According to the original idea, it should be Sanguinius against Magnus, Zhou Yun against Carlos, and Guilliman against Ahriman.
But this plan was rejected by the right and wrong fortune-telling machine.

The plan that was judged as the best solution by the Right or Wrong Divination Machine was that Zhou Yun dealt with Ahriman, and Guilliman dealt with Carlos.

Fortunately, the distance between the two sides is not far, so if anything really goes wrong, Zhou Yun can provide support quickly.

Zhou Yun calmed down and focused on facing Ahriman, the Chosen One of Tzeentch.

Surrounded by the Red Letter Warriors, Ahriman protected himself with several thick psychic barriers and continuously released spells remotely to consume Zhou Yun's power. He looked like he would never leave the psychic barrier and was determined to fight a protracted battle with Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun touched his chin. Fat Tiger, who was wearing a superpower cap, appeared beside him and grabbed a red-letter warrior from the battlefield.
Before Ahriman could react, Fat Tiger teleported back to Zhou Yun's side and brought the red-letter warrior in his hand close to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun grinned, and in his hands he gathered the power of the god of death that he had obtained by devouring Inad. The great power that could reverse life and death immediately flowed into the body of the red letter warrior.
"Where is this? Why am I here?"

"Who are you? Is that Ahriman over there?"

"Master Ahriman! What is happening? How is the battle on Terra going? Is the Primarch alright?!"

(End of this chapter)