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

Chapter 554: The Golden Throne Seat (Please follow)
When Magnus, who had resisted stubbornly, was completely imprisoned, Roche's uneasy heart finally settled down.

After a long period of time and the joint efforts of several Primarchs, they finally captured Magnus, the bastard who had completely bankrupted the Webway project.

The Primarchs held tightly onto the anti-psychic chains that imprisoned him. Those were artifacts made by the Fire Dragon Lord using arcane alloys. Not only did they possess indestructible physical properties, they also had a powerful suppressing power against supernatural forces such as psychic energy.

"Our plan is full of uncertainties. If any one of the links goes wrong, Magnus will escape, and once he escapes, we will never have a chance to catch him back."

"As long as he hides in the warp, with the blessing and protection of Tzeentch's power, he can escape back to the Sea of ​​Souls at worst."

Luo Xi said with some fear that this plan was born from a flash of inspiration when he was talking with Conrad Curze, and it was also the way he came up with for Midnight Haunter to atone for his sins.

The Night Haunter who betrayed Magnus himself followed behind his brothers, wandering silently like a lonely ghost.

Luo Xi could sense the extreme frustration in him, because even though he completed his plan, the other primarch brothers still held a grudge against him.

Betrayal is a wound that will leave scars even after it heals.

He bears the mark of a traitor, a mark that may be diluted but can never be erased.

"But we succeeded, didn't we?" It was Makado who smiled.

"At least I don't need to sit on the golden throne anymore."

There was an imperceptible bitterness mixed in his smile, and only he and the Emperor knew that if the war deteriorated to the point where the Lord of Mankind had to participate in the war himself, then the Seal Bearer of the Empire would take action himself and sit on the Golden Throne in place of the Emperor.

Malcador's psychic power might be able to support such horrific consumption, but his body was too weak. Even the physique of an immortal could not allow him to be reborn under such circumstances. He would truly die and turn into ashes.

The Seal Bearer was already prepared, but now that there was a better backup option, there was naturally no need for him to make the greatest sacrifice in the world.

Malcador did not fear death, but he did not wish to die in vain.

Because his life had long been dedicated to the greatest cause. If humanity lost him, the price it would pay would be even greater than losing a Primarch.

"But I still have some concerns." Luo Xi lowered his head and said as he walked.

When Magnus was pierced by Leman Russ's Spear of Dionysus, his psychic powers were rendered ineffective and everyone was transported back to the Shadow Prison in the Imperial Palace.

Now they are leaving this area, and the remaining demons will be strangled by the Black Guards of the Shadow Prison and the Sisters of Silence.

Even in places where no one was looking, some dangerous prisoners held in the Shadow Prison were secretly catching one or two demons and chewing them.

They haven't eaten meat for a long time.

"Back in Prospero, Magnus accepted Tzeentch's invitation in order to avoid the complete destruction of his legion.

So when he sits on the Golden Throne, can the Lord of Change directly project his power into the hearts of humans?"

Roche's concerns were not without reason. When Magnus took the Emperor's place on the Golden Throne, the psychic energy that sustained the Golden Throne would be drawn from the Scarlet King.

But if his psychic power has been contaminated by the Lord of Change, then wouldn't everything including the Golden Throne and the Imperial Astronomical Torch be threatened?

If Magnus not only failed to defend the Golden Throne, but instead allowed the demons from the Warp below to rush into the real universe, then the human home planet Terra would be completely doomed.

"We thought about this question at first, but later I suddenly realized that the answer had already been in our hands."

Malcador turned his gaze towards the Spear of Dionysus in Leman Russ's hand. At this moment, this artifact that could reset the target's soul state still remained in the body of the Scarlet King.

Rus had made a mistake once. In order to kill Horus, he pulled out the Spear of Dionysus, which caused the power of Chaos to counterattack in that instant. This was the biggest mistake he had made in his life.

Magnus groaned in agony, but Leman Russ's heart was harsher than the Fenrisian winter. He kept his weapon locked in the slayer's body, giving the Chaos forces no opportunity to exploit it. His spear only pierced the slayer's shoulder blade. As long as he didn't continue to unleash his psychic energy to damage the slayer's structure, Magnus would only feel endless pain but not death.

Luo Xi shrugged, agreeing to this plan.

As long as there is no problem with the Golden Throne, who would feel extremely painful in Hu Magnus.

There may be many people clapping and laughing, but no one is saddened by the death of the rabbit.

On the contrary, this kind of pain can better punish him and make him repent of the mistakes he made in the past.

His body and soul will experience the most horrific punishment and pain in the world as the Golden Throne's endless psychic energy siphons away.

The Scarlet King will become an inexhaustible source of psychic energy, continuously supplying power to the Golden Throne and the Imperial Astronomican.

He is the only one in the entire empire who has this ability. His extraordinary body at the level of a Primarch can repair the damage caused by the Golden Throne's extraction of psychic energy, thus achieving the goal of sustainable exhaustion of resources.

The door of the throne room slowly opened, and the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards, Valdor, and hundreds of the Emperor's most loyal guards had been waiting for a long time.

In Luo Xi's eyes, Commander Waldo was always extremely mysterious, and even he knew very little about him.

The Sigillite and the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards exchanged glances, and then the Imperial Guards followed the Primarch and ascended the Golden Throne step by step.

Leman Russ and Vulkan held Magnus' arms tightly, while Rogal Dorn and Jagatai Khan tightly held his thighs. Everyone was afraid that unexpected mistakes would occur, which would cause all their efforts to be wasted.

Everyone's heart was filled with emotion. Finally, they had waited for this day until they could free their father from the Golden Throne.

Among all the people present, only Rogal Dorn had personally seen the Emperor sit on the Golden Throne, while the others were transferred by Horus to various parts of the galaxy and divided and defeated.

This was undoubtedly a heavy pain for these loyal sons, who, after going through so much trouble to return to Terra from other places, were not even allowed to see their father on the Golden Throne.

Happiness and sadness are always balanced. When some people feel happy, naturally some people feel sad.

At this moment, Magnus finally woke up from his resentment and anger. He no longer had the mind to immerse himself in the pain that his soul fragments had been merged by others and could never be found again.

He realized a very terrifying fact - he would be placed on the Golden Throne, the ultimate torture device that even the Haemonchi of the Dark Eldar would gasp at.

"No! No! Just kill me!"

"I am your brother, how can you treat me like this!"

Magnus was screaming in fear, his body twisting restlessly, but he was unable to break free from the chains of the artifact.

"Be quiet, traitor!"

Ryan Jonson directly hit him on the forehead with the Lion King's Flying Head Fist. The violent impact force made the struggling Primarch kick his legs and calm down.

Magnus slept peacefully, like a child.

For the Lion, as long as he could carry out his loyalty to the Emperor, let alone stuffing Magnus onto the Golden Throne, he would have no psychological barriers even if he personally chopped the red-skinned Ogryn into pieces and made it into sauce.

Leman Russ might hesitate, be troubled by brotherly love, but he would never be.

Lion would send Magnus to his death with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)