I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 700 All Turns to Dust
In the subspace, on a steroid-ridden planet, sweat dripped from crimson skin as Crimson Magnus gazed at Tzeentch, the Master of Change, suspended in mid-air.
The treacherous and unpredictable figure constantly shifted, twisted, and displayed different postures, each transformation revealing an almost infinite amount of knowledge.

If an ordinary person were to see this knowledge, they would probably have their brain torn apart, their mind shattered, and their flesh deformed on the spot.
Even someone intelligent enough to comprehend this knowledge would have their mind twisted on the spot, reduced to a puppet, a mere puppet of fate.
But Magnus is different now. This knowledge is like water to him, and his head is an IP68 waterproof, extremely smooth stainless steel lump. Knowledge spilled on his head simply flows away without leaving a trace.
Magnus's very existence has been distorted; it's the bacteria that Zhou Yun previously planted in the Book of Magnus, the bacteria that devour the knowledge within it, that are now at work.

The power of the bacteria exceeded Tzeentch's expectations. They affected not only the present Book of Magnus, but also the past, present, and future Books of Magnus, completely distorting Magnus's existence from beginning to end. They even began to gradually sever the connection between Magnus and Tzeentch's realm.

The former Magnus possessed an insatiable thirst for knowledge, absorbing all knowledge, good and bad, into his being.
Magnus is now in a state of absolute ignorance, where all knowledge, good or bad, is rejected by his ego.

He still possesses the ability to understand and recognize things, but he is unable to store the results of this understanding and recognition as knowledge.

But this might not necessarily be a bad thing, at least not for Magnus. Without the distractions of knowledge binding him, he became much clearer-headed.

The way he looked at Tzeentch proved this point; although he had lost his knowledge, his single eye was exceptionally clear.

"Coach!" Magnus's voice boomed, but Tzeentch's body shrank back in disgust.

Unbearable, unbearable
The Magnus of today is completely overlapping with his original nature; he is now a warp lesser god, but not the kind of divinity Tzeentch desires.
Magnus is now a god of ignorance, and for Tzeentch to touch him is like touching a scorching fireball, burning his fingers with pain.

If Magnus is allowed to continue growing like this, he might even turn against Tzeentch, causing him immense harm.

Tzeentch could only control Magnus through that faint, seemingly real yet illusory muscular authority.
But Tzeentch is now truly the god of muscles, while Magnus's muscles are merely figments of his imagination, not real.

Once Magnus realizes the deception, this fragile thread will snap instantly—no, He has already begun to realize it.
"You've already noticed?" Tzeentch's voice rang in Magnus's ear, sharp and piercing.
But Magnus remained unmoved, seemingly completely unaffected by Tzeentch's voice.
“I can tell what is a lie and what is the truth,” Magnus said.

“This is truly rare for someone who cannot acquire knowledge.” Tzeentch’s figure twisted and turned, countless tentacles, bizarre birds, and eerie flames all trying to reach out to Magnus.
However, none of these forces, which passed over Magnus's body, had any effect on him.

"Knowledge is not the same as wisdom. A knowledgeable person may be foolish because of arrogance, while an ignorant person may be wise because of humility."

Magnus stared at Tzeentch and said in a voice as loud as thunder:

"Because I lack knowledge, I can see some things more clearly."

“Coach, I’m not angry that you’re using me as a puppet. I only hate myself for being stupid because of my arrogance.”

“But you are using my children as puppets. You have plotted to turn my sons into puppets through Ahriman’s hands. I cannot tolerate this.”

Tzeentch looked at the nearly snapped threads and realized that Magnus had lost control. He could no longer use Magnus as a puppet.

Admittedly, Magnus was elevated to demonic status by Tzeentch, and his body and soul have been thoroughly corrupted by Tzeentch's evil power. If He so desired, He could destroy Magnus completely in an instant, but this is not what Tzeentch wants.
He also needs Magnus; the body nurtured by the will of the hive is nearing birth, and Zhou Yun is about to engage it in battle.
The master of all changes needs a tool to help him seize Robert Guilliman.
The Lord of All Changes raised one of His 990,000 arms, and thousands upon thousands of threads extended from His fingertips, connecting with each of His thousand sons, weaving a dense net, with each son appearing as a tiny insect alighting upon it.

Entangled in spiderwebs, imprisoned by fate, every Thousand Sons cannot escape the clutches of the cunning and ruthless.

Magnus let out a soft sigh.

While doing push-ups, Ahriman suddenly shuddered. He felt a sense of relief; some of the threads connecting him to his body had snapped.
His body trembled violently, and he raised his head with a slightly dazed expression.

He... he is no longer Tzeentch's chosen one.

Not only him, but also many of the Senko around him had their links to Tzeentch suddenly snap. All the Senko looked around in confusion and bewilderment, not understanding what had happened or why they had been released by Tzeentch.

why?
Ahriman's thoughts faltered, a hint of fear appearing on his face. He recalled Magnus's strange behavior lately and a guess formed in his mind.
His psychic power spread towards the highest heavens, and he saw it.
The master of transformations, whose form had changed more than ninety million times in an instant, was hovering high in the subspace, surrounding the steroid planet. Just one glance at his figure made Ahriman feel his thoughts in turmoil and his flesh throb, but he still gritted his teeth and looked at the figure in front of Tzeentch.

The figure was enormous, yet it appeared so small before the Lord of Myriad Changes, like a dim sixth-magnitude star in the eerie night sky, emitting a faint crimson light.
But just gazing at that crimson star seemed to restore Ahriman's reason and give him something to rely on.
That scarlet figure was so reliable, like a wall standing between Ahriman and his back.
Ahriman recalled the rainy night that flooded Prospero, the endless black waters, the howling wolves, the shattered pyramids, and the ruined Crimson King.
He recalled the last glance the Crimson King's broken eyes gave him.
The frost of Fenris was sharp and biting, and Prospero's Crimson Monarch chose to bear it alone.

as always
"Why!" Ahriman roared, demanding, "For! Father, why once again?"

Magnus is being dragged into the realm of the Lord of Changes, but towards that thing called the Well of Eternity.

The Crimson King turned his head and looked at Ahriman with his broken, single eye.

Does a father need a reason to protect his son?
"Father!!!" Ahriman roared, but Magnus raised his hand at that moment.
The boundless warp energy surged forth, converging into a tidal wave that crashed over Ahriman, instantly forcing his will back onto the steroid planet. In that instant, spacetime shifted, everything twisted, stars tore apart, and the steroid planet trembled and shook under Magnus's warp power.
Ahriman could sense that the entire steroid planet was leaving the subspace and being transported into the real dimension.

Finally, the surrounding subspace torrents vanished, leaving only a silent void.
Ahriman's will surged forth once more, reaching out to perceive his surroundings.
Then he saw that he was in a star system within the Empire, perfectly embedded in its gravitational system, without the slightest ripple, as if the steroid star system had always belonged there.
Ahriman saw another planet standing beside the orbit of the steroid planet—a planet filled with frigid winds, ice and snow, scorching lava, and all sorts of monsters.
Fenris Magnus propelled the steroid planet into the real world, into the Fenris system.
Ahriman's will, accompanied by intense psionic energy, tore apart the veil between reality and the warp, only to see Magnus's figure being engulfed by Tzeentch's boundless fel energy and dragged toward the Well of Eternity.

+Wolf, I beg your will to protect them+
Faintly, Ahriman seemed to hear Magnus speaking into the depths of the warp, but he couldn't make it out clearly.

Magnus looked at Ahriman and shook his head at him.
This is my final gift to you.
Tzeentch’s boundless evil power overwhelmed Magnus.

Ahriman's teeth trembled slightly, and an indescribable bitterness and powerlessness welled up in his soul.

He felt as if he had truly returned to that cold, rainy night, to the day Prospero fell.
Countless times, just when he felt he had finally gained something, he would lose everything.
The Burning of Prospero, the Scarlet Letter, the Second Scarlet Letter—they finally lost their father, who loved them as much as he had ten thousand years ago.
"All turned to dust."

Azak Ahriman murmured:
How correct!

Everything will inevitably collapse, everything will eventually vanish, everything good will turn bad, everything we possess will eventually be lost, and even eternity itself will be destroyed.

But Ahriman did not accept it.
A vast amount of warp energy, so immense it made one wonder if Ahriman was even human, emanated from beneath his armor. This psionic power was so immense that even a mere speck of Astartes' intelligence would be incinerated.

The rune priests of Fenris were the first to sense the terrifying psychic energy, an energy even more terrifying than their combined power. The blizzard of Fenris, affected by this energy, crumbled inch by inch into dust. Bjorn, slumbering in Wolf Fang Fortress, also groggily awoke under its influence.

The elder was also shocked by the psychic energy; even he had never sensed such immense psychic energy in an Astartes.

On the Makurag's Glory, Digris, who was helping Mortalian with government affairs, slightly raised his head. His eyes reflected Ahriman's image.
Then, blood gushed out, and Digglis let out a muffled groan, covering his eyes and kneeling down on one knee.

Mortalian, watching this scene from the side, sneered twice and said, "Psionic magic is no safer than numerology."

Inside the Stone Fortress, blood trickled from Ezekiel's lips. Ahriman's psychic energy had disrupted his vision of the future; in his eyes, the future was shrouded in dust, and everything crumbled in its wake.
On the Red Tears, Mephisto's eyes streamed with bloody tears. Only through his psionic link with Sanguis was he able to barely make out Ahriman's figure and see what had happened to him.
He is ascending, Ahriman is ascending.
A massive surge of psychic power instantly enveloped the entire steroid planet. Ahriman wove intricate spells to protect the planet, then brandished his black staff, tearing open a warp rift. He stepped into it, instantly arriving in Tzeentch's domain.

The moment he entered the crystal labyrinth, the realm sensed his intrusion. A bizarre storm, flashing lightning, and blinding flames simultaneously erupted from between the crystals, accompanied by a swarm of fire demons, pink demons, and blue demons that lunged at Ahriman.

Ahriman raised his black staff high, and a bright darkness emerged from it. In an instant, the storms, lightning, fire, and demons were swallowed and vanished by the darkness.
The Nine-Headed Demon Lord revealed himself from the Crystal Forest. They condemned Ahriman's offense and shamelessness; the Lord of Change had abandoned him, yet he dared to step into the Crystal Labyrinth.
Accompanied by insults, the ever-changing demon lords chanted nine different spells, attempting to tear Ahriman's soul apart.

But the Eye of Nemunos on Ahriman's forehead merely stared coldly at them.

Then the ever-changing demon lords screamed and howled, horrified to discover that the spells they had chanted had actually backfired on them.

Ahriman had no intention of getting entangled with these ever-changing demon lords. He harnessed his immense spiritual energy and, like a bright blue shooting star, plunged into the depths of the crystal labyrinth. The doors, chanting riddles, tried to stop Ahriman, but were all crushed to pieces by his spiritual power.

Countless Tzeentch demons screamed in terror; never before had a human been so audacious.
A colossal, ever-changing demon lord, taller than a mountain, larger than the earth, and more insane than truth, suddenly appeared within the crystal shattered by Ahriman, blocking his path.

Ahriman, relying on his knowledge of demonology, instantly recognized the identity of this great demon.

Etaus 'Law' Keris, the Soul Butcher, is the most insane and powerful of the Shapeshifters. This great demon's mind was deliberately tormented and driven mad by the Lord of Shapeshifters. In a sense, this monster is the embodiment of the mad side of Tzeentch's authority.

Azure and crimson flames surged from the behemoth's hands, these flames stretching out like the arms of a madman, carrying the power of Tzeentch's Domain, densely pressing down on Ahriman.
The flames coiled around Ahriman's body, forcibly pressing him into the ever-shifting crystal labyrinth, tearing apart his armor, destroying his weapons, scorching his body, and tormenting his soul.

Cracks appeared on his helmet, his power armor warped from the scorching flames, and the black staff in his hand shattered under the fel energy of Tzeentch's Domain.
A small bag hanging from the black power shattered with a bang, and a wisp of ash drifted past Ahriman's eyes.
Those were the ashes of Prospero, which Ahriman had hung on his scepter for millennia.
At the same time, Ahriman's helmet shattered under the flames released by Etaus 'Law' Keris, turning into fragments that fell to the ground.

However, what was revealed beneath Ahriman's helmet was not his former Central Asian face.
Amidst Ahriman's tattered armor, above his neck, only a bright, dark star was visible.

"Behold those towering spires, those magnificent palaces, those solemn and dignified temples, and the great gods themselves."

"All of them will eventually vanish like smoke, just like a fleeting, illusory feast, leaving no trace whatsoever."

"All things are dust. Everything is dust."

(End of this chapter)