Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 498: The Thousand Sons Lost Their Wife and Their Soldiers (Please Subscribe)
The great Lord of Change, the Master of Destiny, the Lord of the Crystal Labyrinth, the once most powerful Chaos God, the concept of change itself, the God of knowledge and magic, after leaving behind a cruel remark, he immediately chose to flee back to the Warp in disgrace.

It turned and walked away without looking back, as if it had made some kind of decision.

"Go get help..." The demon's whisper echoed in Ahriman's mind. He was stunned for a full second, and then a sense of deceived rage tore apart all his reason.

"Go get some help, just run away, why do you have to make such a high-sounding statement?"

The chief wizard waved his spell staff in frustration and smashed this powerful spellcasting medium forged from gold and magic metal directly onto the ceramic steel wall.

"F*cking Lord of Change, you're trash, useless thing!"

Ahriman knew that Tzeentch governed concepts such as change, curiosity, lies, cunning, ambition, innovation, and hope, but he still overestimated the Chaos God's bottom line.

Magnus brought the entire Thousand Sons Legion to join Tzeentch. They are our own people, our own people!

Your subordinates even betray their own people?

Ahriman, who had joined the Lord of Change not long ago, suddenly felt unfamiliar. It seemed that he had never really seen everything clearly for so long.

After being badly tricked by the great demon Tzeentch, Ahriman continued to fight against Roche and his iron army like a bereaved family, while Endred Hal, who had just been rescued from the universe, planned to continue to unleash his rage.

In a trance, Ahriman seemed to hear an extremely sarcastic laugh coming from the warp.

“JUST AS PLANED…ALWAYS AS PLANED…”

Something in the Sea of ​​Souls suddenly exploded, and the subspace storm formed by the wild laughter instantly tore apart many passing warships, throwing many humans into the past, or sending them to the future.

"Your allies don't seem very reliable, Ahriman. That bastard has left you behind."

Luo Xi slowly came to the front of the Thousand Sons wizard and asked: "Where is your Gene Father? Why didn't Magnus come?"

Ahriman was forced to summon even the Great Demon Tzeentch to help, and the Red King never showed up. Roche was finally sure that Magnus was not in Betagarmon, otherwise he would not have watched his few remaining offspring wither.

Magnus might laugh at his brain, but he could never laugh at his strength. When serious, the Scarlet King was definitely the most lethal among the Primarchs.

His heart moved, and he immediately remembered the secret mission assigned to Conrad Kurtz.

Since Magnus is not here, doesn't that mean that Curze's actions worked?
Luo Xi's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

"You are not qualified to know the whereabouts of our Gene Father, mortal." Ahriman replied coldly. He quickly recovered from the betrayal of the Lord of Change.

They had just betrayed the Iron Warriors not long ago, and now they were betrayed by the Great Daemon of Tzeentch. They had no one else to blame.

However, Ahriman was deeply concerned about the situation of Magnus. After the Burning of Prospero, Magnus' soul was shattered into countless pieces, and Ahriman and other Thousand Sons warriors were running around looking for the missing fragments of the Primarch.

Finally, after much effort, they gathered most of the fragments and finally condensed into a Magnus named "Red King".

The once glorious Thousand Sons Legion also fell apart. Some of the remaining three or four thousand Astartes formed small warbands and fled the legion, wandering around the galaxy in search of the knowledge they needed.

Another part completely joined Horus's camp, while others secretly launched the final revenge on the Space Wolves.

"The long-lost Midnight Ghost suddenly appeared and found our genetic father, claiming that he knew the location of the last soul fragment of his blood brother."

Ahriman's mind recalled the conversation between Konrad Curze and Magnus.

"My dear brother Magnus, I know the final whereabouts of your soul fragment. If you want to find it, then follow me." Koz said directly to his brother without any verbal inducement.

"You know, I can see the distant future through prophecy, and in the silhouette of the future I saw the whereabouts of your soul fragment."

Magnus, like a man possessed, completely trusted Curze, even ignoring Horus's summons and sending Ahriman and the Radiant Light directly to the Abyss while he stubbornly pursued the final fragment of the soul. Ahriman didn't want to insult his father, but he truly felt that Magnus's brain was structured differently from the others. Curze's presence was full of doubts, not to mention whether his words could be trusted.

Isn't it unreasonable that Midnight Haunter could discuss the whereabouts of Magnus' soul fragments with clear logic and quick thinking?

There shouldn't be anyone who can't see it, right? No one!

Everyone knows that Konrad Curze is the most completely insane Primarch. What is most bizarre and suspicious is that he can suddenly think and act like a normal person.

Luo Xi completely captured Ahriman's micro-expressions in his mind. Many times, the answer does not require an answer. No answer is also an answer.

If Curze succeeded, he would lure Magnus back to Terra, and then they would have the opportunity to put the culprit who destroyed the artificial webway on the Golden Throne to atone for his crimes.

"But if most of the Thousand Sons Legion's manpower is completely annihilated here, and Magnus, in a hurry, gives up looking for soul fragments and chooses to save his descendants, wouldn't all the previous efforts be wasted?"

Luo Xi suddenly thought of the possible consequences of annihilating the Thousand Sons here, and his mind immediately calmed down.

It seems that the benefits of eating these Thousand Sons are not as good as letting them go.

There was no point in Magnus' plan going wrong. If the Emperor could never step down from the Golden Throne, what would be the point of suppressing the Horus Heresy?

However, Qianzi wanted to leave without paying any price, but Luo Xi would not agree.

Tens of thousands of Iron Men had already boarded the deck of the Thousand Light, a number that even far exceeded the number of Thousand Sons warriors. When the dark masses of war weapons continued to pour in, Ahriman had to admit that they were powerless to save the situation.

No one knew why these sudden Imperial reinforcements would kill the Thousand Sons Legion's warships and board them, even though the injured Iron Blood was clearly in orbit not far away.

Moreover, these Imperial boarding troops have the strictly prohibited abominable Iron Men as their fighting force, a damn loyal war dog that is noticed by the Blood God and other Black Shield Astartes, and even a mortal who can inexplicably control mechanical power.

These were not something the Thousand Sons could handle today. Ahriman's heart ached so much that it bled. He had no choice but to make plans to cut off his own tail in order to survive.

The Thousand Sons Legion can afford to lose the flagship of the Queen of Glory, but cannot let these precious bloodlines be cut off in a war where there is no sign of victory.

A huge electric current appeared in the center of the Thousand-foot Light, the ground began to tremble violently, and a giant subspace teleportation array appeared above every inch of the battleship's armor.

All the psychic energy in Ahriman's body was drained out, and he tried his best to call upon the etheric power of the warp to gather the positions of every Thousand Sons brother together.

Even for Ahriman, it would still be difficult to achieve this with his own strength instead of a psychic magic circle.

His long hair on both temples turned gray in an instant, and he seemed to have aged hundreds of years. With an unwilling roar, Ahriman led all the Thousand Sons Astartes and left the Manifestation of Light through the psychic teleportation array.

"He is also a ruthless man. He teleported his body back to the warp."

Luo Xi whispered that the only ones left in the battleship were the spire guards who were still resisting stubbornly, and the mortal crew members who had fallen into Chaos.

Of course, there are still various hidden warp demons lingering in the corners of the battleships, coveting human souls and flesh and blood.

"Clear the entire battleship and kill everyone."

"Don't touch the Thousand Sons' library for now. Once the warp contamination is eliminated, this treasure trove of knowledge transferred from Prospero's pyramid will be our spoils of war."

Roche is extremely looking forward to the treasure trove of knowledge collected by the Thousand Sons. Although the Thousand Sons have no limit to their exploration of the subspace, some of the knowledge they have collected must be usable.

As the Astartes Legion most adept at the use of psychic powers, the value of their library can be imagined.

Under Roche's command, the Iron Legion and Hal's Emperor Fangs immediately launched a brutal killing. No traitor could escape the reckoning, and this rebellious Queen of Glory-class battleship would also return to the embrace of the Empire.

(End of this chapter)