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

Chapter 557 The Emperor's Sacred Dirty Words
Both of them are sitting on the Golden Throne, and the Emperor can still maintain his own form, so Magnus is really miserable.

As the strongest Primarch after Vulkan, there was no muscle left on his body to fill out the skin.

The loose skin hung directly on his skeleton, leaving only his single eye still retaining some traces of flesh and blood, while the other eye that was sacrificed to Tzeentch was left with only an empty eye socket, which was extremely creepy.

Magnus was burning, literally burning. He had truly become the fuel for the Golden Throne, having fallen miserably from his once lofty altar.

Magnus was born extremely noble. He was the son of the Lord of Mankind since birth. After falling to Prospero due to the warp storm, he was regarded as a godsend by this world belonging to psychics.

He was taught and raised by the renowned psychic scholar Amon and other scholars, and became the greatest man in the world.

After returning to the Empire, Magnus was awarded the Fifteenth Legion. He became the Primarch and one of the greatest generals of the Empire. He and his brothers embarked on an expedition to revive humanity.

Even though he had to surrender to the Warp during the war with Leman Russ, Magnus was still respected and treated well by the Path of Change. The other side even tempted him to become a Demon Prince. As long as he was willing, he could complete the ascension ceremony in the next second.

He seemed to be always high and mighty, always invincible, and maintained an extremely arrogant and contemptuous attitude towards everything.

He was indeed qualified to be arrogant. Magnus was a demigod walking the earth, possessing godlike power and knowledge.

But he forgot that he was not born with knowledge at the beginning. It was the wise men of Prospero who taught him knowledge and people held him high, but he thought that this was how it should be.

"Isn't this what you wanted, my son?" The light on the Emperor began to dissipate, and he stood among the Primarchs, looking at Magnus who was suffering.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"Although I have repeatedly advised you to remain awed and calm in the warp, you always promised me solemnly, and then turned around and forgot everything."

"Look at your right eye. I warn you that there are horrible malicious beings in the warp. They have infinite desire and greed for humans, especially for powerful souls like you.

You lost your eye to the Lord of Change. Do you think I don't know that your sons have undergone terrible changes in flesh and blood? Foolish! If it weren't for me, you would have lost more than just an eye. "

"It was not until later that I found out that the damned Tzeentch not only took away one of your eyes, but also directly replaced your brain. Of course, it is also possible that when I created you, I grew the placenta and threw away your body."

Roxi listened to the Emperor's sacred curse words, his eyelids twitching wildly, and he mobilized the control of his whole body to suppress the twitching desire at the corner of his mouth.

He really didn't know that Neos had so many ways of cursing. He was indeed an antique from the ancient times of mankind. His mind probably recorded all the swear words in human history.

The Emperor angrily expressed his anger. He originally thought that although Magnus was a little clear-headed and naive, he would at least listen to his words. However, who knew that he was so arrogant that he couldn't even listen to his father's words.

"Speak up? Back on Nikaea, didn't you explain the pros and cons to everyone, showing that the future of mankind must lie in psychic power? The great Magnus was extremely high-profile and arrogantly declared that he would lead mankind to psychic ascension. Did you really do it?"

Even the Primarchs had never heard of their father scolding others in such an angry and furious manner. The Emperor always acted as if everything was under control and nothing could be beyond his expectations, but he was really broken in the case of Magnus.

"Why do you let out these shameful screams just to endure the same pain as me? Didn't you vow to become the guide of mankind and the leader of future human ascension? Is your will so weak?"

"You are so arrogant that you think you can control the power of chaos and can cooperate with the other party without any worries. However, your soul is so weak that you don't have a soul that matches your power."

Enduring the constant pain of the Golden Throne, while listening to his father's relentless abuse and accusations, Magnus was truly driven mad. He felt that his entity, formed by countless soul fragments glued together, was showing signs of breaking again. He frantically wanted to escape his fate and his mistakes, even going so far as to blame the mistakes on some of his own soul fragments.

Magnus's cowardly appearance made the Emperor even more angry.

He would rather his son really held on to a belief and did these stupid things in order to realize his beliefs.

"No! Father, brothers, I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so stupid and conceited. I shouldn't have ignored your advice. I shouldn't have believed in the damn demons in the warp!"

Magnus tried his best to squeeze out some words. He was still delusionally hoping that he could be forgiven and escape from the most terrible torture device in the world.

Faced with this most real pain and torture, Magnus realized how fragile his will was, how frivolous his beliefs were, and that he was simply not a qualified leader.

Everything he did was like a half-grown child showing off his superpowers and "foresight". He stubbornly believed that he was the only one who was right and visionary.

If we have to find a suitable adjective to describe Magnus, it might be: chuunibyou.

But unfortunately, ordinary mortals would at most cause minor troubles, but Magnus was different. He possessed the most powerful force even among the Primarchs.

His one mistake and risk directly exposed the Emperor's painstakingly planned Webway plan. Could anyone else cause a greater disaster than him?
"If you really repented, you would not continue to stand in Horus' camp against the Empire. You clearly knew later that it was Horus who modified the Emperor's orders and misled Leman Russ to punish the Legion that killed you. So why did you still follow Horus' lead?"

Roche stood up at this moment. He was extremely puzzled by a guy like Magnus. If he had picked up a knife and fought Horus after knowing everything, perhaps he would have looked up to him.

Perhaps he is that kind of accomplice and dares not even think of resisting the culprit who caused him to fall into this situation.

"He never regretted his mistakes, he just regretted that he was careless and got caught after making mistakes, just like now, he has to pay the price."

"Did you and your damned sons ever think of them when you were using the souls of mortals and the dead to perform rituals and spells? You were miserable and helpless, but what about them?"

Roche recalled the evil deeds done by the Thousand Sons in Betagarmon, which were extremely horrifying.

He and his legion had long since been completely corrupted, becoming no different from those Warp Demons.

Magnus's wails gradually died down, leaving only an imperceptible murmur. Powerful psychic lightning wrapped around his body, moving like a lightning snake.

The part of his soul that was controlled and polluted by the Lord of Change tried to struggle, but was suppressed by the Spear of Dionysus and could not move.

From then on, there was no more Magnus the Scarlet King, only Magnus the Battery that charged the Golden Throne.

Vulkan, holding his burning hand, disappeared into the shadow of the Golden Throne and will continue to fulfill his duties.

The Emperor returned to the Palace with the Primarchs and the defenders of the Empire, where they would discuss countermeasures and prepare for the final battle against Horus.

(End of this chapter)