This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 257 Qianzi: Daddy, Daddy (5k)

With the Primarch's involvement, everything was set in stone.

The most important thing is to figure out how to win correctly, how to win this war with minimal losses, and how to ensure that every soldier can play their maximum role.

"Let the flames purify everything!"

The torrent of flames filled every inch of space within the ice cliff, like a tsunami crashing down, melting everything in its path.

The rune priest's face was suddenly illuminated. Before the fireworks even arrived, the cloak of Windcaller Nigel was already ablaze in the intense heat. He took a deep breath, using the gale to protect the raven that accompanied him from harm, and threw his ritual into the raging winds of Fenris.

"I am the storm! I am the lightning!"

Boom——

Blue and red, wind and fire, two completely different turbulent currents collided together, the steel corridor was decomposing and melting, and at the underground mine, the entire structure was constantly trembling.

The surrounding corpses turned to ashes, and even the Astartes and the red-letter puppets controlled by the Thousand Sons that were hit by the wave were blown away on the spot.

Behind the Thousand Sons Wizard, the crystal-clear Xinliezhi Silver Tower was constantly radiating energy.

A large number of demons and Chaos minions poured out, but instead of supporting the wizard who was locked in a fierce battle with the enemy, they burrowed into the depths of the earth.

They marched with demonic flames, moving at an unusually rapid pace, seemingly searching for something.

"Damn it, they really are here to rob us."

Ramses teleported directly to the vicinity of the tower, noticed the demons' actions, and looked displeased.

Anyone who dares to steal from him is asking for trouble.

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I haven't said anything yet.

Tarasin, standing beside him, opened his skull-like mouth, then swallowed the words that were about to come out.

He was actually quite puzzled by these people, whom he would call 'people' for now.

Taraxin was puzzled as to how these people knew there were Star God fragments buried here. He had been thinking of making a fortune quietly and taking the Burner fragments away while everyone was busy drinking.

Unexpectedly, before the plan could even begin, they were arrested by the evil Senko.

"Tarasin, are you sure this is the place?"

Ramses then asked, intending to call Arthur to carry out a targeted blockade.

“Of course, sir, I have the detailed coordinates of this Burner fragment.”

Tarasin replied immediately, but was interrupted by a sudden heatwave before he could say anything more.

Boom!

"Wow, this is just like a battle between immortal cultivators."

Ramses instinctively steadied his golden mask, immediately shielding his allies within the sweeping area, as he watched the magical clash unfold before him.

Wearing the Unyielding Terminator armor, Windcaller Nigel flew on the wind, entangled in battle with the Thousand Wizards riding on a flying disc.

The remaining members of the wolf pack, aside from adding ripples to the psionic shield with tiny explosive bombs, could only worry about how to protect their beards in the storm.

Such scenes were playing out around each of the silver towers that Arthur had not yet removed.

Surprisingly, aside from the Thousand Sons, the most systematic psionic unit in the Empire is not the First Legion's Dark Angels, nor the well-rounded Ultramarines, but the seemingly barbaric Space Wolves.

Compared to other think tanks that typically survive in the face of the warp through their 'caution' and incredible luck, Fenris's psionic energy is far more unrestrained.

They believe in four gods.

Or rather, the Four Gods in disguise as Fenris.

A common ability of rune priests is to summon storms on the battlefield to cover the advance of their armies. Additionally, they can forge runes to predict the ups and downs of future events.

At the same time, many rune priests are associated with ravens, who are known as "killers" in the Space Wolves and can establish a spiritual connection with priests.

This connection enabled them to see through the eyes of crows and control them, thus allowing them to be used as scouts and messengers.

Doesn't it look familiar?

This isn't Tzeentch, I'll eat it—

Compared to the one-eyed Oglin with its pointed head and the Thousand Sons with their empty jars, these rune priests truly exemplify what it means to correctly use warp power.

Like the Storm Prophet with the White Scar, Rune Priests channel their power through the natural forces of Fenris, a restrictive medium that protects them from the malevolent influences of the warp.

Ramses now understood why Logan had so readily agreed to the Dawnwings' intervention.

For the Divine and Bold have awakened and are now on the battlefield.

what happened?
Intuition was screaming alarm bells, and the Thousand Sons Wizard abruptly stopped in his tracks. Then, Tzeentch's Disk propelled him with exaggerated maneuverability to evade a Dornish statue flying toward him.

A sacred cast-iron dreadnought charged straight into the flame-filled canyon amidst the pleading gazes of a pack of wolf cubs, its left claws severing the restraints of a hydraulic pump.

The sudden pressure release ejected the tens of tons of hydraulic rods within a fraction of a second, instantly sending this cast iron fearless machine hundreds of meters into the air.

The fearless lightning claw, flashing with the light of a disintegrating force field, swung directly at the Chaos Wizard who was right in front of him and had no time to dodge.

Empty picking—

The mine floor was completely shattered, but the Holy Iron Fearless stood firmly in place, its massive body impervious to blades and spears, and beneath its claws lay a mangled corpse.

"handsome."

Ramses couldn't help but sigh.

"Still going strong for his age!"

Taracin started recording with the antique camera.

Björn, the man with the broken hand.

On the surface, the Empire's oldest and only surviving Valangian Wolf Guard has led the Space Wolves for nearly a thousand years.

The old man deserves much credit for transforming the discipline of the Space Wolves from one comparable to that of the Night Lords during the Great Crusade to its current excellent atmosphere.

Ten thousand years later, whenever the Wolf Pack encounters difficulties and suffering, it is this old man who awakens in times of crisis to help the younger generation, truly deserving of great merit.

"Senior citizens!!!"

With each bark, the dogs eagerly tried to get through the wall of fire.

"Retreat, maintain vigilance, and eliminate enemy forces."

However, Bjorn, who had just killed his opponent, did not let his guard down. His voice was somewhat distorted by the sacred and fearless megaphone, but it still rang out loudly in all directions.

The eager wolf cubs immediately stopped in their tracks.

The Windcaller beside Bjorn immediately understood and created a howling wind wall to isolate the area.

"Heh, Bjorn, ten thousand years have passed, and you're still so cautious."

The shattered Tzeentch Disc suddenly disappeared, then flew into the air and closed again.

A rift appeared in the space, and a thousand-child wizard clad in blue and gold armor leaped out once more.

He spread his arms, and several more portals opened, from which countless demons poured out.

This time, they began to charge towards the formation of the space wolves.

This is the demon who made a pact with him, and is not under the control of the Lord of Change.

Zizzi~
The corpse on the ground was still oozing tissue fluid, and steam was rising from the hot ground.

Boom!

Then came a deafening explosion.

Upon closer inspection, the corpse was covered with blasphemous runes that drew upon the power of the subspace.

Qianzi often communicates with other think tanks that have betrayed Astartes, recruiting some of their members as apprentices to replenish their ranks.

Of course, in the Chaos Realm, apprentices are basically like consumables. If they can't defeat their teachers during the learning period, then they'll just be the ones who give their teachers a stack of kill books.

squeak~
The ground collapsed and the load-bearing columns collapsed.

Clearly, if those wolves were to rashly enter, death would be their only fate.

Amidst the scattered clouds, only the sacred, forged iron, fearless, remained unharmed.

Bring the real commander of the Space Wolves Legion to see me!

For no apparent reason, as Ramses looked at the old man protecting the many wolf cubs behind him, this thought popped into his head.

He dispelled the spell he had prepared to teleport Bjorn away, and then converted it into an attack stance.

Master Ya has entered his silent domain.

what happened again?
Intuition was screaming alarm bells again. Just as his plan to destroy the younger generation in front of the other party had failed, the Thousand Sons Wizard, who was about to mock Bjorn, stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened suddenly.

A beam of golden light suddenly appeared at the top of the cliff, growing stronger and stronger until it filled the entire field of vision.

Then he was presented with a terrifying scene.

The beam of light pierced through Bjorn's front, sweeping diagonally across the entire corridor. The demons and their minions, huddled together, were swept away before they could even scream.

Decomposition and ionization made all matter extremely fragile, and everything was reduced to ashes. The beam of light went straight ahead and instantly obliterated the huge fragment that was thousands of meters long.

Then, the light disappeared.

The entire canyon was filled with only golden particles dancing like fireflies. A Tzeentch demon stood like a statue in front of a portal, seeing that his comrades in front of him had nothing left. The Silver Tower of Sinreigen had been cut in half.

The Thousand-Child Wizard was stunned. He felt his hand holding the wizard's staff trembling slightly, and his mind had not yet recovered from the shocking attack.

Bjorn, who was about to make a sarcastic remark about his old rival, was stunned. He protected the Windcaller and looked at the devastated entrance to the canyon.

Huff, huff, huff.
The sound of the wind grew louder as it approached, until it was completely torn apart. A series of sparks followed behind, and a tall figure wearing a golden mask and dressed entirely in gold and red appeared.

He held a long staff in one hand, his emotionless gaze sweeping over the enemies who stood like statues, the staff slightly raised.

"This is!"

The sudden appearance of the figure made Thousand Sons Wizard's eyes widen, and the arrogance on his face turned into astonishment. He never expected to see such a person on a planet belonging to Space Wolves.

So familiar, so very familiar.
This is the original!

A new Primarch, a Primarch who has mastered magic.

Their original entity.

This is the salvation the Lord of All Changes spoke of! The Thousand-Child Wizard's face lit up with excitement.

He accepted the divine decree from the Lord of Myriad Changes precisely for this moment.

Magnus has gone mad.

He lived in his own world, delirious, mistaking his fantasies for reality. He would say he loved his sons, but in reality, he was doing the despicable thing of using his already broken sons as fuel.

After his first attack on Fenris, he betrayed the Thousand Wizards who had helped him, and from that moment on, he lost his right to lead the legion.

Ahriman has gone mad too.

He was crushed by the 'red letter spell' that killed almost all the members of the legion. Except for the powerful wizards who retained their physical bodies, the rest turned into sand and could only become puppets of other wizards.

Such guilt led him to exile himself to the online world, unaware that this was merely another game played by the ever-changing master.

Only I, only I, am still awake.

I correctly understand the words of the ever-changing Lord, I do not make hasty attempts, and I analyze and choose the tasks He gives me with a clear mind.

My decision to attack Fenris was not based on personal grudges, but rather on rational analysis.

And so I received the right reward.

I have found the Primarch, and I will find my rightful place, instead of continuing to play out those two clowns in their ridiculous farce.

The Thousand Sons Wizard's gaze turned fervent as he looked at the tall, magnificent figure in gold and red.

He raised his hand, and the fine sand from the Thousand Sons Warrior puppets flowed into his hand. At the same time, the Thousand Sons Wizard could also feel countless souls—the living, the dead, and even the souls of demons—converging on him.

The clumsy grains of sand were gradually given a sense of life.

This is salvation!

In the eyes of the Thousand Sons Wizard, this is salvation!

For no apparent reason, an unprecedented sense of fulfillment welled up inside him, as if something was taking over his life!

run!
Before the young Chiko knew what was happening, the Tzeentch demons had already turned and fled.

A horde of Tzeentch demons surged toward the portal that had begun to crumble as a certain being approached.

They don't care about plans anymore; all they want now is to survive!
But all they were met with was despair.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the chaotic portal, it shattered completely, like a broken mirror.

"Quack! No!"

"Kill me, kill me now!"

"Why is He here? Why!"

Bjorn stared blankly at the demon running towards him, deliberately crashing into his lightning claws in a suicidal act.

This comical scene even caused the well-informed Bjorn to crash.

Do demons also feel fear?

He immediately looked at Ramses.

Although he didn't understand why, he quickly deduced that it must all be related to this suddenly appearing being.

'The Primarch that Logan was talking about?'

He had a question in his mind.

"No need to hesitate, just kill them."

Ramses said.

Tzeentch the Devil, because of the real Tzeentch, is always wary and not considered an employee. If caught, he usually ends up being 'pulled out of his heart and lungs'.

Bjorn nodded symbolically, relying on muscle memory, and then began to slaughter the demons.

The Tzeentch demons rushed forward excitedly, hoping they would be the next ones to be cut down.

But is the truth really as they think?

"It's my time, it's my time!"

When a Tzeentch Pink Leviathan leaped up excitedly, a relieved smile on its face, and crashed into the lightning claw, what awaited it was not banishment, but a tearing sensation powerful enough to shatter its soul.

No, the soul is crumbling.

It was intercepted by an unknown force during its exile.

"No!"

Caught between the real world and the spiritual world, its eyes suddenly filled with terror.

It could feel a force tearing it apart, like the waves of the warp shattering a mortal's soul.

But the tide is only momentary; what Tzeentch Pink Demon faces is a constantly spinning wheel of sand.

Slightly, bit by bit, it was crushed from the soul level. The fragments were so fine that, from a demon's perspective, one could easily glimpse the information within them.

This is torture!
Despair, a long and agonizing torture!

It twisted its massive body, as if to warn the demons who were rushing toward Bjorn's claws.

But in an instant, its thoughts changed.

Why should I remind these idiots? Why should they be allowed to live?

It tasted the approach of death in despair, thinking resentfully.

Die to me!

"Hehe, my operating system has been iterated to the point where it can retrieve souls from Master Ya's hands."

Ramses chuckled and shook the fine sand in his hand, trying to infuse it with a blank soul to see what would happen.

He then went to the side of the Thousand Sons Wizard.

"I'll ask, and you answer, is that alright?"

He asked politely.

"Of course, sir!"

The Wizard of a Thousand Sons immediately stood up straight and replied nervously.

He could feel the strange fullness in his body disappear.

'Damn it, thank goodness I waited until Master Ya charged before showing myself, otherwise nine Tzeentch demons would have jumped out and torn me to shreds in reality.'

Ramses twitched the corner of his mouth.

The reason he had been keeping a low profile all along was this: Tzeentch had been watching him the whole time.

If he were to act rashly, this Thousand-Child Wizard could immediately perform a "One Breath Transforms into Three Pure Ones" trick on him.

It refers to one person being blown into three treacherous demons.

"What did the Lord of All Changes tell you to say?"

He asked.

"War, Cardia, steel, machinery, casting, conspiracy, chaos, emergency, future."

The Thousand-Child Wizard spoke, and then, as if manipulated, his eyes visibly glazed over.

There's a war going on in Qardia, orchestrated by Chaos, and it's connected to the Mechanicus, most likely Vashtor.

Ramses calculated that it would be perfect to eliminate the Tzeentch demon below in a game of Candy Crush.

Yes, it's true, but the identity doesn't point to Vashtor, it points to somewhere else.

"But I think the existence below is more important, for us."

He smiled and said to the 'Thousand Sons Wizard'.

You can't fool me.

The Thousand Sons Wizard paused for a moment, seemingly pondering how Ramses knew this, then shook his head, shouted "Change!" and laughed as he left.

"Sir, what would you like to ask?"

Seeing that the Primarch remained silent for a long time, the Thousand Sons Wizard asked him a question.

His burning gaze was fixed on the ashes flowing in the Primarch's hand.

"I've finished asking."

Ramses nodded.

Tzeentch already knows they can use the power of the Star Gods and is trying to stop them through his physical channels, even if he's telling the truth.

As for Fenris...
Ramses looked up at the sky.

We should thank Fenris for calling them over.

Fenris possesses the World Soul, which is why rune priests are able to properly wield the power of the warp.

These special life forms also have a certain qualification to participate in chess games.

Ramses focused intently on the changes in the ashes in his hand, then patted the wizard on the shoulder.

"Goodbye."

The purest killing intent, the most concise and meaningful choice.

The Thousand-Child Wizard subconsciously began to think, but after only a moment of stunned silence, he could no longer think.

click-

A pure aura locked onto him, freezing his movements completely.

The cracks spread along his body, causing his soul to crumble and his consciousness to fall silent.

The wizard's tall body, along with his armor, shattered, and sparks flew as each fragment was ignited.

The mage who stepped over the Thousand Wizards paid no attention, focusing on observing the changes in the object in his hand. Behind him, only the fading firelight remained, the last trace erased by the passing golden cloak.

He died a clean death.

(End of this chapter)