This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 569 No mole, just some intelligence jokes
Subspace is a region that cannot be detected by any instrument.

He's not there.

Magnus said, as he spat out a flying, translucent purple scarab from his mouth.

The Crimson King, his body bound by chains, was now perusing the book in his hands, questioning in a low voice.

"Where exactly is Lemanrus? You must know."

"Of course I know."

The Book of Magnus states.

The Book of Magnus, created by Magnus during his Great Expedition by painstakingly collecting knowledge from countless planets across the galaxy, records all the knowledge Magnus knew or had forgotten, and is a record of the condensation of Magnus's thoughts, consciousness, and emotions at different times.

As early as the end of the Great Crusade, the book had already shown signs of life. Magnus himself couldn't remember when he had recorded the contents of the book, as if he had forgotten them at some point, or as if the contents of the book had increased on their own without his awareness.

However, it cannot be denied that although the book is full of danger, Tzeentch's chosen one, Ahriman, setting an example by using a scarlet spell to wipe out an entire legion undoubtedly proves its dangerous nature.

However, the comprehensiveness of the knowledge recorded in it makes it impossible for any wise person to resist the desire to see its contents. Even Magnus, when searching for his past, chose to look into this book.

Magnus flipped through the book, focusing on the part about himself.

He needs to find his connection with Lemanrus and the source of his hatred for him through these ever-changing books in order to complete his revenge.

It's kind of funny.

For a moment, no one knew who the real Magnus was.

“At that time, Prospero only had our legion. I remember Vokhan, he was the one who shattered me.”

Magnus recalled his own experience and replied somewhat uncertainly.

"Or perhaps it's Bjorn—no, Fenris's Star Soul can't intervene at such a great distance."

The Crimson King's memories seem somewhat confused.

However, it is true that not every Primarch of the Rebellion died several times during the Great Rebellion and even in the post-Great Rebellion era like him. In addition, he was an incomplete Primarch, which made him seem quite dull at the moment.

Fortunately, he still had books from which he could draw wisdom.

"There are thousands of other beings there, all feasting, some ecstatic, some longing, watching the whole of Prospero begin to burn, because it is a great day, a turning point, and we dare not speculate on its course until the crucial moment."

The books answered loudly.

"It's as if you personally destroyed your own army."

"This is destiny, and the will of Heaven cannot be defied."

Magnus countered.

"That's exactly right, just like the events that will happen in the future."

The Book of Magnus replies.

"It has to happen, but it may not happen—it has no choice, but it also has a choice, and then those who think they have it in control will suffer the consequences."

"This is the essence of change, oh, how wonderful!"

The pages sprouted lips and teeth, uttered words, then disappeared, only to grow back from other areas, the echoes above, below, and from all directions growing ever louder.

Faced with an ever-increasing number of scarabs, Magnus knew he had to speed up.

In this era of renewed upheaval across the galaxy, who knows if the Emperor and those madmen of the Wings of Dawn will once again seize the opportunity to infiltrate the divine realm of some god? At that time, he will be unable to resist Tzeentch's summons, and every second is crucial.

Don't ask him why he only thought of looking at the book now.

Before completing the ceremony, he never imagined that despite his intense hatred, he would be unable to find Lemanrus due to memory problems.

Essentially, this is a problem of incomplete soul fragments, which reduces the degree of connection between the two, so that Magnus needs to find more of his unique connection with Lemanrus.

Especially the memory of dying at the hands of Lemanrus.

Clearly, the Crimson Lord is reluctant to admit how much of his influence was mixed up after he joined Tzeentch's side.

"It's as if I wasn't involved."

He said, "It's as if everything I've seen is wrong."

The voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.

"Then what do you remember, Magnus?"

The Book of Magnus speaks out, its tone serious as a prompt.

"Do you remember what happened in Prospero? It wasn't Vaucan or Bjorn."

"It's Lemanrus!"

Magnus's gaze sharpened.

In an instant, as if a switch had been flipped, the Crimson King returned to that place, back to the center of the event that had utterly destroyed his life, back to that planet that had long since turned into black glass, as if he were there himself.

They didn't even have time to subconsciously shout or fight back.

Because the pain etched into every fragment of the soul has reappeared, exactly the same as before.

Screams echoed across the land. In those once magnificent corridors, Chiko howled and roared amidst the ruins, trying to salvage even the slightest trace of Prospero from the cruel burning by the Space Wolf.

Two giants attacked each other on the ruins. They were like giants from mythology. The skyscrapers were just meadows beneath their feet, and the great rivers were just streams beside them.

The Crimson King displayed martial skills never before seen, while the Lord of the Wolves wielded psionic energy with the loyalty and ferocity of a tamed beast.

They hurt each other at a speed that even Astartes could not see, drawing upon the power of the High Heavens to freeze time, and clashed countless times in an instant.

The outcome of the war was so sudden that it came as a surprise to both sides.

Magnus pierced Lemanrus's heart, and at the same moment, the enraged wolf king lifted his brother's body high and broke the spine, the symbol of life, with his knee.

Then came the collapse.

Everything that made up Magnus began to crumble and shatter, and his soul shattered along with his spine.

pain.

It hurts too much.

Magnus felt excruciating pain.

It transcends everything, not damage, but erasure and annihilation. Everything is vividly remembered, an unforgettable hatred that can never be forgotten.

At that moment, in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

The two of them, Magnus and Lemanrus.

Magnus held his forehead, his head buzzing, his skin drenched in sweat.

It took him a while to come to his senses, and the screams in his ears gradually faded away.

"This is...the past."

he murmured.

Memories are returning.

The pain grew increasingly intense.

"Looks like you've found it."

The Book of Magnus answers with certainty: "This is the past, the history that belongs to you and him, the connection that belongs to you and him."

"Lemanrus."

Magnus closed the book and burst out laughing.

"I am the one who is truly favored by fate."

"Fenris, Terra, Nicaea, Prospero."

He began to murmur, uttering those familiar names.

He remembered.

He remembered everything!

Fenris, the savage raised by a she-wolf.

Terra, at a banquet, the barbarians met for the first time with the wise man who had been given wisdom by the emperor and personally taught by him, and the meeting ended badly.

Nicaea, the meeting that decided the fate of the galaxy and whether humanity could truly utilize the power of the High Heavens, saw the shamans, who also savagely wielded that power, so foolish and selfish, unwilling to enrich their own wisdom or share it with others.

Finally, there's Prospero.

Prospero.

Magnus lowered his head slightly, his muscles twitching as his memories resurfaced.

That bloody conflict between brothers.

Let's recount all of this history.

The spire, shimmering with brilliant blue light, began to be constructed.

This building, which belongs to his current flagship, was built in imitation of the magnificent pyramid in Tizica, the capital of Prospero, 10,000 years ago.

To build this pyramid, Magnus used countless resources, and the magnificent crystal shell on the outside was made from the ashes of countless saplings.

"The past is an inseparable connection between people."

"And what is needed to rebuild this connection?"

Magnus straightened up, guiding his memories and soul toward the magnificent spire where he was now the only one left.

"It is fate."

"Fate is something that no being can escape."

Fathers and sons kill each other, brothers kill each other.

In a palace forged of gold, silver, and crystal, Magnus gathered his collection.

That was his accumulated knowledge and all the preparations he made for this operation.

The souls of the Thousand Sons. The bond between blood relatives is so profound that by offering their souls as sacrifices, one can easily grant the Crimson King unparalleled power.

The Blade of Vengeance that Mortarion gave him.

As one of the many who contributed to the Horus Rebellion, Mortarion was banished by the Khan in a one-on-one duel. Although his soul was not shattered like Magnus's, he still had his own unique understanding of the situation.

Such hatred in the warp was enough to forge a weapon powerful enough to harm his brothers.

Motalian's awkward and persistent brotherly affection made it impossible for him to refuse his brother's request.

And, most importantly, his greatest gain in the war against the plague.

Magnus gazed at the pulsating four-colored light residing within the blade given to him by Mortarion.

The plague of the gods.

The Plague God of today is vastly different from the one in Mortalian's hands.

After acquiring the plague, Magnus did not simply use it as is, but rather made some modifications to it.

He first requested that the Lord of Changes devote his power to suppressing Nurgle's control over the plague. The Lord of Changes, of course, would not refuse such an opportunity to annoy Nurgle and readily agreed.

Then he began to hunt down the demons of Khorne and Slaanesh.

As part of the gods, although they are not even a drop in the ocean, when their combined power reaches a certain level, they may still attract the attention of the gods.

Magnus had his own little schemes in this regard.

With the souls of a thousand children, the blade of vengeance, and the plague of the gods overlapping, even a lesser god who has no connection to them would inevitably suffer a severe blow, let alone Lemanrus, who already bears the sin of killing his own family.

He not only wanted to make the four gods fight each other, make his father, who had been begging for his forgiveness, regret his actions, and make Tzeentch lose what he thought was his, but also make Lemanrus experience the pain of being torn apart.

"This is exactly what I've been pursuing!"

Wisdom, offspring, the past—those are all irrelevant things.

Looking at everything he had prepared, and at this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Magnus's mind was so resolute.

"My revenge is inevitable!"

The Great Pyramid of Titska has begun to burn.

At the same time, the Crimson King, who resides within it, is also gradually becoming more magnificent.

Brilliant flames emanated from his body, twisting the laws of the subspace.

That was an extraordinary strength.

In that instant, he seemed to become yet another chess player in the highest heavens.

"I felt it."

His eyes were sharp and piercing.

Looking towards the depths of the warp, towards the Glory Queen who always lingered around Nurgle's Realm, yet could never find her target.

The Herafunkel, the ancient flagship of the Space Wolves, is the home of all the Wolf Guards except for Bjorn.

"That's it!"
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Here it comes!

Subspace, the formless heaven.

As the situation in subspace generally stabilized, and as Arthur's orders began to reach every department and every system serving the war effort, a smile appeared on Ramses' face.

The rare embarrassment faded from his face, replaced by an expectation that represented release.

For Ramses, being thrown into this universe was the worst thing that could happen in eight lifetimes, yet his conscience wouldn't allow him to wield his sword against the weaker ones while he was already suffering.

But everyone needs a way to relieve pressure.

Unlike his three good brothers who reaped positive emotional rewards, Ramses only wanted to see others suffer even more than he did.

Ideally, it should be something worse than death.

However, tormenting loyalists requires careful control, while tormenting warp creatures is no burden whatsoever.

It's impossible to erase the accumulated crimes of these creatures in the warp by trying to educate them with benevolence and courtesy.

Only by thoroughly eradicating the long-standing evils along with them, and uprooting the trees that bear them, can we then talk about benevolence and propriety.

"Has the access control system been approved?"

He looked at the emperor's avatar who was on duty to the side.

Nowadays, Old Man Huang can be refreshed anytime and anywhere by various important departments. To verify whether someone is a demon in disguise, he can simply have them pray to the Emperor.

"Passed."

The emperor nodded.

"Then release them."

Ramses waved his hand.

"You guys learn from these Eldar first. If you have any questions, just ask me directly, or ask the Grey Knights. Remember to read the Psionic User Manual of the Formless Heaven. Don't use Psionic energy unless necessary; many things are just a matter of opening your mouth."

He then spoke to Qianzi, who was standing to one side.

Although the Thousand Sons are all highly skilled wizards, times have changed. No matter how skilled you are, you can't be more skilled than the Eldar Prophet.

In short, we still need to study and adapt to the times, and incidentally get all the psychic power level certificates, otherwise Ramses wouldn't dare release these innate, magical bodies.

"Yes!"

The leader, Issakar Or, was deeply moved and immediately accepted the order and left.

Ramses glanced at Issakar Or's retreating figure.

Logically speaking, given the Chaos faction's unethical behavior, Ramses thought that throwing these Thousand Sons, who had lived in the Internet and had never contacted the outside world, into the subspace would definitely have unexpected effects.

But I'll say it again.

Don't joke around with your own people's lives.

If they're released and something goes wrong and they end up dead, what's the difference between that and pure murder?

It's not like there aren't professionals who can do this. Who would use a person as a sacrifice? What's the difference between them and Chaos?

"Brothers!"

Having passed through the security gate, the weary-looking Qiao Gaoqi returned from the subspace, the aura of imperial protection still lingering on his body.

"My good brother, you're back!"

Ramses followed suit with polite formalities, feigning concern.

But his eyes kept scanning over the Clown God, wanting to see what Chocobo had gained this time.

Given the exemplary role played by the transmigrators, these minor god-level contestants have been demoted again and started doing jobs that many gods would have considered beneath them in the past.

For example, running errands.

"Bro, we intercepted it."

He came to Ramses' side and wiped his sweat.

Running errands is nothing to be ashamed of.

See? The intelligence was delivered safely and securely, without being intercepted by Tzeentch.

That space is now both Tzeentch's psionic cannon and the chaotic tides stirred up by Slaanesh's shriek.

Extracting information from it is incredibly exciting.

Thanks to the thorough intelligence gathering and frequent communication among the team, including the Emperor's possession of Magnus's Fragment of Kindness, they managed to intercept what the Wings of Dawn wanted amidst a vast amount of information.

It can only be said that the Joker God truly lives up to his name. While Ryan, Corax, and a bunch of other psionic experts from various departments were investigating warp intelligence with the Magnus Good Shards issued by the Emperor, he was the first to find them.

"where?"

Ramses looked on with anticipation.

"Here it is."

Sweating profusely, Chogochi casually tossed a rune to Ramses and then lay down at his workstation.

The clowns around immediately crowded around.

Some were wiping away sweat, while others were filling up their bottles with water.

It didn't feel like running errands or gathering intelligence; it felt more like taking a round of boxing.

"The rubbings have been synchronized to the central system without alerting the enemy. We need to act quickly."

He added another reminder.

Ramses looked at the contents of the rune in his hand. The rune was linked to a chain pointing to an unknown area, and its contents immediately piqued his interest.

A warning from the other side of the subspace, from the chosen people favored by the god of change.

[Father, stop!]

Someone wants to kill you!

Before Magnus himself received the message, it appeared on the desk of the Formless Heaven.

Ramses was taken aback at first, then exchanged a glance with Chogochi.

The two immediately revealed meaningful smiles.

　Ps:

I have this problem with sleeping; I just can't fall asleep unless I'm extremely tired.

But when I'm awake, I'm not very clear-headed, and I'm always in a daze.

Waaah, I wonder what they'll find out today.

　
(End of this chapter)