This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 561 A loving father and a filial son
Warp, Tzeentch's Realm, Magnus Sanctuary.

Looking at all the events in the Milky Way and the subspace, it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong.

But historians have all noted that it is precisely in this sea of ​​souls that coexist with the real universe that the rise and fall of countless generations of species has been determined.

I don't understand why people keep talking about Perturabo's defeat and death in Kadia, and Mortarion's imprisonment in the Tomb of the Dead.

It's as if facing the existence of these Wings of Dawn is destined to bring us more misfortune than good.

Nine thousand years ago, I embarked on my journey from the realm of Tzeentch and led the first act of revenge, which resulted in Fenris being reduced to ashes.

In recent years, wherever my army has gone, believers have welcomed us wholeheartedly, demons have rejoiced, and wolves have scattered in disarray. It can be said that we have taken full advantage of the opportune moment. The vibrant life and flourishing of all things are still vivid in my mind.

In just one hundred years, has this subspace really become our burial ground?

Regardless, this operation was well-prepared and caught the enemy off guard. There was no need to break through the Dawn Wings. And my son was unusually reliable.

In short, the advantage lies with me!

Confirming Ahriman's detailed observations of the Space Wolves' movements, he thought about how he would soon be able to complete the revenge he craved.

Magnus couldn't help but stroke the magic circle that had been hovering in his hand, feeling the connection between himself and Prospero, and with every child born on that land.

"The ashes and shards of glass of Tizka hold the history we once shared, and I can see it all with my eyes closed."

Magnus fondly recalled, "The shimmering light of the Pyramid of Fortep, the high clouds over the mountains, and the spires floating atop the clouds."

At this moment, he was holding something in his hands, the purpose of which was unknown, and he was continuously absorbing the offerings provided by the Thousand Sons Battle Gang.

Fighting Lemanrus wasn't something he did on a whim; he didn't have a second spine to break for the Wolf King, so thorough preparation was essential.

In recent years, due to the overall environment, it has been difficult to obtain sacrificial offerings. Moreover, his target is too big. The Emperor still has fragments of his kindness. If he wanders around outside too much, he will easily attract the Emperor's powerful hand.

It wouldn't be good if I got a beating later.

So Magnus, unusually, remembered Chiko, whom he had left unattended for who knows how long.

Of course, the offerings these war gangs obtained were also substandard, at least in Magnus's eyes, they did not meet the required standards at all.

But it doesn't matter.

He shifted his gaze slightly, looking through the crystal window at the Chizuko, whose styles had changed over time.

In Magnus's view, the most important people are his sons who are willing to follow him and who are linked by ritual, just like worker ants that continuously provide sustenance for the ritual.

As for the offerings they risked their lives to find in remote corners of the galaxy and in the warp, they were just extras, the more the better, but the main ingredient was already out of the picture.

As for the matter that his actions would cause Qianzi, who was already on the verge of death, to be completely exhausted?
Magnus felt no guilt whatsoever about this.

Is the "flickering candle in the wind" his fault? If a son conducts unconventional experiments without consulting the author while reviewing course materials, resulting in a mess, can he be blamed for it?

For Astartes, sacrificing oneself for the Primarch is a matter of course.

Do you even know what filial piety and righteousness mean?
Of course, we can't say that publicly.

The Emperor only hinted at a purge of the Astartes, and a bunch of Astartes were already clamoring for rebellion; he certainly couldn't let that happen.

Magnus believed that his greatest wisdom lay in his ability to reflect.

The key to getting your sons to do chores for you is to provide some emotional value, so they don't overthink things, like wondering if you, their father, are trying to sabotage them again, or they're just scheming to get things done for you.

Magnus stared intently at the magic circle in his hand.

This magic array is claimed to gather the wisdom and memories of the Thousand Sons lineage into one, thereby unleashing unprecedented power.

Similar tactics were used in the Warhound Think Tank during the Great Expedition, where souls were fused together to form an extremely powerful spiritual entity for combat. Back then, the Warhound Psionicists even held down Angron, and they might have actually won if Luo Jia hadn't intervened.

Magnus further innovated by combining this with scarlet spells.

Thinking in unison is too troublesome. I'll just devour your wisdom and then sacrifice my soul to the warp, solving the problem of needing to coordinate perfectly in one step.

Then add a convergence spell. The red-letter spell itself searches for every Thousand Sons bloodline. With a little enhancement, it can also search for its own scattered fragments. This will allow these currently useless but worthless consumables to make a greater use of them. When the Thousand Sons who haven't arrived yet, along with those kind fragments, can also be searched.

Before he could officially confront Ruth, he still needed the support of the Thousand Sons.

So giving people something to look forward to and keeping the most capable people on the team is something we must do.

He has evolved; he has matured over millennia and is no longer that reckless young man.

With his heart already filled with pride, the Crimson King paused, the words he was about to say stuck in his throat.

"What else did you see, sir?"

Ahriman, who was more focused on not being exposed and needing to hurry back to keep an eye on the Dawn Wings' movements, was absentmindedly playing the straight man.

"I see the sun rise again, and history will unconsciously repeat itself. The winding cause and effect of time will only lead us back to this path once more."

The Primarch maintained his unwavering confidence.

Ahriman chuckled softly.

He discovered that Magnus seemed genuinely unaware of his little secret, and at the same time, he somewhat missed that instructive tone.

Magnus asked his son, puzzled, why he was laughing.

"It's nothing, sir."

Ahriman shook his head, secretly relieved that Magnus seemed to be busy with his own affairs, and simply praised his Primarch, saying that the Primarch was very insightful.

“I’m just happy to see you like this. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard you speak like a teacher.”

This immediately made Magnuston's face turn serious.

All that previous act of filial piety and parental love was just for show.

"If it weren't for you, I might never have been able to speak again. My thoughts would be fragmented and scattered everywhere. My former self, or the self I will become, would have dissipated into the vast ocean. It was you who brought me back and made me remember everything, my son."

But since we've already gone through the formalities, I can only maintain this expression.

“You are my father. If I let your glory fade away, what kind of son am I?”

Ahriman replied respectfully.

"You are Magnus, the Crimson King, your thoughts shine as brightly as the brightest star in the universe."

"Perhaps it was like that before."

Magnus basked in Ahriman's praise.

He is acutely aware of his incompleteness, and a large part of who he is today is indeed what Ahriman has found.

"But with your help, perhaps we can rediscover the last and best part of my soul, and then my mind can shine when it needs it most."

"My help?"

Ahriman frowned slightly.

But feeling guilty, he couldn't say anything and could only reply seriously.

"Just say the word, sir, and I'm willing to give my life!"

Ahriman knew where the Crimson King's attention was focused.

Magnus was almost scornful of everything, and Prospero's war planted a deep hatred in his heart for the wolf king and his wolf cubs, which deteriorated into a complex obsession and a protracted battle.

If used properly, it would be very helpful, keeping the Crimson King's attention focused on a single target and preventing him from turning his attention to those around him.

“My magic is not as I claim.”

Magnus spoke up.

"There are some risks that I have to take, so I hope you can accept the possibility of some anomalies."

For example, bad omens, or glimpses of trickery through one's own insight and magic.

Although there are many extraordinary people in the Thousand Sons, it is undeniable that the Thousand Sons are indeed a group of highly knowledgeable wizards.

Of course, since the boss who possessed the ability to use magic was not exactly reliable, the actual effects of the spells could only be known after the old wizard had used them. Therefore, with a little guidance, people are always willing to believe what they believe.

Kayan's conversation was over. This right-hand man of Abaddon was like a yes-man, just saying "uh-huh" all the time. He was done with it in a few words, showing no sign of being a false son who dared to kneel before Abaddon.

So what kind of evil has Ahriman been possessed by now?
Has he figured it out? Or is he plotting something he doesn't know about? Or is he using a serious demeanor to cover up a deeper conspiracy?
Magnus shook his head.

He blurted out all the negative thoughts that were on his mind.

Good things are all good things.

Ahriman frowned slightly.

As a chosen one of the Treacherous Gods, he naturally knew that Magnus's magic was certainly not as simple as he claimed.

But this has nothing to do with him.

Whether Magnus could defeat Lemanrus or what the outcome of the spell was, it had nothing to do with him. For Ahriman, the outcome of the fight was no longer important; the important thing was that he couldn't be the one to commit the crime.

“You bear a heavy burden, sir.”

"Ariman said to Magnus."

"Please allow me to complete my report, let me know what I should know, and then let me fulfill my duties, to observe the enemy we are facing up close, to grasp their movements, and to intercept their actions. For so many years, I have been exploring the Internet, and perhaps that is a more suitable place for me."

It's clear that he's really trying hard to distance himself from the situation.

"I'm afraid it's not as heavy as you're carrying."

Magnus suddenly felt a little confused; it seemed that his rebellious son had truly changed his ways.

But what else could he do?

You started the show yourself, so you have to keep acting it out.

“I have let you down, Azek, and I am truly sorry.”

“It is very painful for a son not to know what kind of person his father really is.”

Ahriman replied politely, much like a son who wanted to understand his father.

"I deeply sympathize with this kind of pain."

Magnus felt this deeply.

"Perhaps we are all traumatized sons, adults, perhaps a father is destined to one day let his son down."

Ahriman continued Magnus's words, his mind preoccupied with his own affairs.

"And the son's duty is to one day surpass his father."

As if a switch had been flipped, Magnus replied immediately.

He thought of Ramses, and of everything the other possessed.

Yes, he is unique among the rebel legions, and he is the only one who has the potential to surpass the Emperor.

Ahriman was taken aback for a moment, then showed an expression of being used to it.

Magnus's erratic behavior has been going on for quite some time now.

"What is that? A prediction of the future?"

Ahriman skillfully played the straight man.

"No, it's merely a summary of observations from the past."

Magnus shook his head, realizing again that the rhythm seemed a bit off, and immediately changed his tune to confirm Ahriman's attitude.

"Will you tell your brothers about magic and what I've done?"

Ahriman fell into thought.

He speculated about Magnus's purpose.

"The only good is knowledge, and the only evil is ignorance."

After hesitating for a moment, Aliman gave a vague answer.

It means that you created the spell yourself, so you're in charge of it.

Magnus burst into laughter.

"You actually quoted your own proverb?"

"That was said by Oldsmud."

A hint of genuine reminiscence finally appeared on Ahriman's face.

“When we were still in Terra, as children, my brother gave me these words. He has always been the wisest among us.”

"Ah, Oldsmud, a company commander?"

Magnus recalled.

“I miss him very much and hope to see him again.”

He didn't even realize that Ahriman's brother had died long ago due to the mutation of Thousand Sons' flesh and blood.

He doesn't remember.

Just as he never forgot the promise he had made to all the children to bring them a better life.

"But you still haven't answered my question. Will you tell them?"

He pressed for an answer.

Do you want me to tell them?

Ahriman countered with a question.

"Do not."

Magnus shook his head.

"However, the reason is not what you think. I must confess this crime myself. Afterward, I will tell them what I am doing and ask for forgiveness for taking away their memories. If they can understand me, this is an opportunity that cannot be missed. I cannot waste my energy comforting a group of panicked children."

"I swear to you I will prove that the sacrifice was worthwhile."

He made that promise earnestly.

Is this the only time you've ever hidden the truth from us?

Ahriman asked with a frown, playing a role befitting his status very well.

“I swear by the souls of all your children that there will be no more secrets in the present moment that we share.”

"I swear."

Magnus gripped the magic circle in his hand that connected the souls of all the thousand children, and said proudly.

"Then I forgive you."

Ahriman waved his hand casually. Having submitted the materials and completed the mission report, he just wanted to run away as quickly as possible. If he didn't keep an eye on Dawnwing for even a second, he felt like Ramses would teleport right to his face.

This matter is considered closed.

Magnus breathed a sigh of relief.

His eldest son's posture made him a little embarrassed.

But as awkward as it may be, it's good as long as it saves trouble.

"Thank you, Azek. You are my most beloved son. I couldn't have done all this without you."

He adopted a benevolent expression, just as he had when he led the Thousand Sons away from Prospero for the first time.

"Believe me, we will face unprecedented challenges on this journey. My brother is not what he used to be. We must make him pay the price before he exposes our whereabouts to my father. We must push all our power to the limit."

“At that time, we will tear apart the veil between the worlds and drown Ruth in the sins he has committed.”

Magnus clenched his fists, his crimson muscles tensing, revealing veins that writhed and shifted like a swarm of insects.

If Ahriman had truly tried to understand these spells, he would have easily discovered that it was not as simple as Magnus claimed, merely borrowing them.

But it's clear that right now, Ahriman just wants to clean up the mess he left behind.

He took Magnus’s promise, which he had repeated countless times, as a truth and bowed slightly.

"For you, my lord."

“I know you will, my son, I know you will.”

Magnus maintained a kind expression, supporting Ahriman's elbow with one hand to help him up, and nodded with a smile.

Magnus didn't care about Ahriman or the Thousand Sons who were running around for him. He only wanted to keep these troublemakers in check so that Dawnwing could make its move quickly, so he could take down these troublemakers and then go all in to wipe out Lemanrus.

Ahriman didn't care whether Magnus succeeded or not; he only cared about keeping his own problems hidden so that he wouldn't be able to control Magnus and prevent his plan to reverse the red numbers from failing.

Under the ever-changing, murky sky of the turbulent heavens, the father and son exchanged greetings.

finally--

Ahriman politely took his leave to fulfill his responsibilities, and Magnus generously waved his hand, praising Ahriman as his finest son.

This heartwarming conversation yielded a result that satisfied both parties.

(End of this chapter)