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

Chapter 550 You are a Primarch one by one (Please follow up)
Magnus had no doubts or concerns about the strange subspace tunnel that appeared before him.

On the one hand, Curze has helped him a lot during this period of time, even directly disobeying the orders of the Warmaster and spending a lot of time and energy to help him find the broken soul fragments, which made Magnus very moved.

During the Great Crusade, Magnus and Curze did not have much friendship, and it could even be said that they ignored each other.

The only brothers that Magnus could take seriously were probably Horus, Perturabo and Chagatai Khan. He even despised Curze for not being able to control his psychic prophecy and wasting his talent.

But he didn't expect that the crazy Koze actually cared about him so much and was the first to stand up and support him in finding the soul fragments. This feeling of true friendship in times of adversity made the Red King cherish it very much.

Magnus is a man who values ​​brotherhood very much.

A genius like Magnus who thinks highly of himself always has an instinctive contempt for the kindness shown to him by others when he is at the peak of his career, believing that it is false favor created to curry favor with him.

And now, Magnus' soul was shattered by Leman Russ, and he was anxious to find the last big piece of "goodness". This was when he was in trouble.

It was during this special period that Magnus saw clearly who really cared about him. It was obvious that even Horus could not compare to Curze's love.

On the other hand, Magnus was absolutely confident in himself. He was conceited that no Primarch brother could surpass him in psychic power, let alone play tricks in front of him.

Could Curze deceive the wise and brave King Prospero?

How can it be!

His left eye flashed with psychedelic warp light and shadow, while his right eye was taken away and peeled off by the other party because of a deal he made with Tzeentch.

Magnus could sense the particularity of the subspace bridge where he and Curze were now.

It was an extremely subtle long-range resonance, enough to span long distances and overcome obstacles along the way to allow them to reach their destination.

He tried to use his psychic power to analyze and replicate this wonderful resonance, hoping that one day in the future he would be able to reproduce this incredible method again.

The Prosperos looked at the shimmering sea of ​​souls outside the subspace bridge. Every surging wave was a projection of a world. It was an incomparably beautiful scenery and the place where the truth of the universe lies.

"Father, I did make a mistake, but can I be blamed for that?"

He recalled how he had used his psychic powers to detect Horus's betrayal, and with good intentions had sent a psychic communication warning to the Emperor, but had accidentally destroyed the artificial webway beneath the Golden Throne.

Heaven is my witness, he meant well, but he did something bad.

"If you hadn't kept the secret and didn't tell me the situation, would I have knowingly committed the crime?"

"I am indeed wrong, but the bigger mistake is yours. You want to use the webway to cut off the connection between humans and the warp. This is a wrong path."

Magnus extinguished the psychic ball in his hand, and his only remaining eye became extremely firm.

"Humanity must embrace the warp and complete psychic ascension. Father, let me complete what you cannot do. I will let you know that I am right. My mistakes did not ruin the future of mankind as you said."

"On the contrary, this is a good start, forcing humans to give up unrealistic fantasies and avoid a long detour."

Curze glanced at his brother, and when he saw that signature smirk and fantasy appear on Magnus' face again, he understood.

"This idiot is fantasizing again."

"I'm afraid he is still fantasizing that he has never made a mistake. It's not him who is wrong, but the world."

Koz shook his head silently. Go ahead and laugh. Keep laughing. You won’t be able to laugh when you sit on the Golden Throne.

You have to pay for the trouble you have caused yourself. Your father has already paid enough for you.

Many times, what we are afraid of is not smart people or stupid people, because smart people will not make mistakes, and the mistakes made by stupid people will not be very serious.

But those who are neither smart nor stupid, or just a little smart, are the most dangerous. The mistakes they make are far beyond the limits of what others can do.

Magnus's subtle movements clearly didn't escape his notice. Although he only had one eye left, his psychic powers could still aid his vision. "What's wrong, brother Curze? I sense your sadness," Magnus asked with concern. He wondered if Curze's frail body couldn't withstand such a long-distance warp teleportation.

Magnus had the second strongest body among the Primarchs, second only to Vulkan. Compared to his muscular body, Curze looked unusually thin and bony.

The Nostramo looked so thin that he was like a walking skeleton, with not a pound of flesh on his body.

"It's all right. I just can't help feeling happy and excited when I think about you becoming whole soon, my dear brother."

Koz's words immediately touched Magnus' heart. He also had his share of mistakes and had ignored such a good brother in the past.

This is his mistake!

He swore silently in his heart that the Thousand Sons Legion and the Night Lords Legion would become the best of brothers, just as the Iron Hands and the Emperor's Children were once as close.

Time has no meaning in the subspace. After an unknown amount of time, Curze and Magnus finally saw a bright light at the end of the corridor bridge in front of them.

This also means that they are about to arrive at their dream destination: the Terra Palace.

Moreover, they were able to sneak into the palace quietly, without having to worry about attracting the attention of the defenses set up by Rogal Dorn.

Magnus could sense that there was a layer of divine power belonging to the Emperor shrouding Terra, capable of expelling all foreign evil from the Warp.

This also means that if he comes directly to the atmosphere outside Terra, he cannot teleport into it. Moreover, if the defenders find the slightest trace, they will face encirclement and suppression by the entire solar system's defense forces.

There are five and a half Astartes Legions stationed on Terra at this moment, and their Primarchs are also on alert. No matter how arrogant Magnus is, he would not think that he can compete with so many brothers.

Of course, if there were only two or three Primarchs, Magnus thought he could still handle it, after all, he was so different from his other brothers.

"Tyra, I'm back!"

Magnus' voice echoed in the Warp Bridge. He stared at the powerful psychic pressure and broke through the barrier.

The Crimson King stretched out his tall body indulgently, feeling the... polluted air of the throne world?
"Where is this place?" Magnus immediately observed the environment, but found that there was nothing here.

In the deep and dark shadow prison, even his spiritual power could not spread too far.

Curze followed Magnus into the real universe, his nose twitching slightly as he caught the scent that originally belonged to his son.

Did Sevita and the black corns evacuate? He felt relieved.

If Sevatar stayed here waiting for him, he would still worry about whether his baby boy would be accidentally hurt in the ensuing battle. Now that he was not here, he could let go.

"Magnus!" Suddenly, a terrifying wolf howl sounded from the darkness.

"Traitor!" An extremely cold whisper came from the dark angel.

"Today is your end." Chagatai Khan was as graceful as the wind, and the white tiger knife in his hand flashed with cold light.

"Judgment is coming." The archangel flapped his wings and hovered in the air.

"The cage has fallen. You have no way to retreat." The Chief of the Terra Guards blocked this space with the Imperial Fist.

The last man, holding a war hammer, walked out of the darkness that completely blended with his skin color.

Vulkan, wearing a golden laurel crown, wearing artifact armor, and holding the Burning Hand hammer in his hand, filled the last gap.

"Atone for your stupidity, brother. This is your only chance."

Magnus looked in disbelief at the Primarch brothers who gathered around him. He felt like he was having a nightmare.

(End of this chapter)