Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 182 Magnus! The ship to Nicaea is ready!

“Father, I have discovered a lost technology—an ancient technological product left behind by a lost civilization—these creations were discovered in Prospero when I was studying the appearance of the Soul-Eating Bees and their habitats in the warp.”

"They can actually be used as channels for safer faster-than-light travel in the future."

"Its name is Netway, that's right, it's Netway!"

"If we have the opportunity to warp in this way in the future, we will no longer be disturbed by subspace storms, and our future will be unimpeded!"

It was after the celebration of the victory at Ulano that Magnus, who had come to the venue, stopped the emperor by chance and reported his accidental discovery.

Magnus was very pleased with this.

He knew how astonishing his discovery would be, and he also knew that after such a great discovery, the Emperor would surely change his attitude of disgust and turn to support Magnus in continuing to explore the mysterious warp, to obtain more lost knowledge and truth, so as to better benefit human society.

But in fact, the emperor already knew.

So that's what it was about. Magnus's information network is really poor.

“My child, the reason I left the Great Expedition this time is precisely because of this.”

"The day of the next subspace storm is approaching, and if we do not have a better strategy to deal with it, we will repeat the fate of the dark age of technology."

“I will return to Holy Terra to repair the ancient network of facilities located there. If all goes well, we will see each other again soon.”

(Actually, even if things don't go smoothly, we can still meet again soon.)

"You already knew about the existence of the Net Path? And you even have the ability to repair it!?"

This greatly piqued Magnus's curiosity.

Imagine if Magnus could help the Emperor repair the Web, demonstrating his powerful psychic abilities to fix the Web equipment. The Emperor would surely understand that he is capable of controlling psychic energy and can provide crucial assistance to Magnus.

(Actually, the one who delivered the crucial blow)
“Father, I can help you.”

--help.

The emperor paused for a moment when he heard Magnus say that.

For a moment, even he didn't know.

Magnus said he wanted to help the Emperor repair the net system, which is tantamount to saying
— Magnus is coming to cause trouble!
(Visions in psychic prophecy)

"Huh, why are there some small blue things here in the net path? No matter how much psionic energy I apply, I can't get rid of them?"

"What's going on?"

"Ah, whatever! Anyway, this net is pretty tough. If I can easily break through it—"

boom!
Magnus lost control, and the burst of spiritual energy pierced through the entire net from the inside out.

Only an emperor, covered in dust and grime from the explosion (the rest of the scientists were killed), was left to face the endless stream of demons emerging from the network.

"Magnus!!!"

"You idiot!!!"

"what have you been doing!!!"

Emperor: "."

He didn't want that to happen.

He didn't want this troublemaker to return to Holy Terra with him.

The best-case scenario is that this guy stays alone in Prospero and doesn't go anywhere else.

If the Golden Throne really has a problem, then call him over to be the new toilet plunger.

—This was the Emperor's career plan for Magnus.

Although it sounds cruel, it does indeed reflect his abilities.

He's only fit for this job.

“Magnus, Lemanrus and I have reported that your legions have once again experienced flesh mutations, and he suspects that you are still using witchcraft that you should not be involved in.”

That was before the Battle of Ulano, when the Thousand Sons Legion was fighting in a joint operation with the Space Wolves Legion and the Word Bearers Legion.

During this operation, the Space Marines of the Thousand Sons and the Space Wolves clashed in an attempt to preserve the books in the civilization's library.

One of the wizards, who was casting a spell, suddenly underwent a flesh mutation, which terrified Lemanus.

In his view, the reappearance of this flesh-and-blood mutation, which had been absent from the Thousand Sons for so long, meant that Magnus was definitely up to his wizarding tricks again.

These wizards of the thousand went astray, either because Magnus turned a blind eye and indulged them, or because Magnus himself led the way in practicing witchcraft.

Magnus himself is certainly involved in this.

Ugh!
These thousand sons are really something.

Why can't they learn from the rune priests of the Wolf Pack and use the power of nature?

With this mix of dissatisfaction and concern, Lemanus chose to contact the Emperor and report the matter.

“Father! This situation is only a low-probability event, and I am confident that I have not done anything harmful to the human empire. I can guarantee that.”

“I’m not blaming you, Magnus, but I want you to know, even if I’m not.”

"The energy of the subspace will always subtly change your perception of things. Often, without you even realizing it, your own thinking has already begun to tilt in a dangerous direction, and ultimately..."

"Psionic energy is always an unstable form of energy, and I hope that one day you will—"

The emperor patiently corrected him.

He knew that his child had developed some problems with his thinking due to spending too much time immersed in psychic knowledge.

But clearly Magnus wouldn't listen.

If he listened to that, would he still be Magnus?
Back to the present.

The Vortex Chamber is located at the base of the Imperial Palace's corona spire.

This is where Makado practiced and came to understand those obscure warp powers.

He was sitting on a basalt throne, a naturally hexagonal stone structure inlaid with countless gems and carved with a network of runes that would make any ordinary person dizzy at a glance.

This is an artifact from the ancient Terra era, a gift presented to Makado by the Emperor.

In this simple meditation room, Makado had nothing else—except for the news he had just learned, which he almost doubted he had misheard.

"Emergency Star Message: 'Magnus worships the Weaver of Fate, Carlos, as the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle.'"

What is this?

He was stunned for a moment.

Even though Macardo was an immortal and knowledgeable man, he never imagined that the joke, "From afar, it looks like a double-headed eagle; up close, it looks like Carlos," which was only used as a joke between him and the Emperor, would actually appear in the real world.

And they actually believed the treacherous devil's lies, unaware of the extent of their corruption.
hiss.
Like any normal human who had spent three seconds with Magnus, Makado began to have a headache.

The must-have pony's passive skill is the Headache Aura.

It can raise the blood pressure and give anyone who sees what he does a headache.

How was he supposed to report this to the Emperor?
If that old fellow finds out, will Magnus even be left with a whole corpse?

[Notify the Emperor: Come to Nicaea immediately and capture Magnus!]

indeed.

It should have been done a long time ago.

As a fellow psychic, Makado didn't want Magnus to continue showcasing his "psychic talents" around the world.

This guy is really tarnishing the reputation of us psionic users.

Seeing the growing misunderstanding of psionics within the Empire due to Magnus's foolishness, with some of the blame even directed at him, Macardo.

He felt extremely helpless about this.

Makado sighed, picked up the scepter that was placed aside, and walked out of the meditation room following the rhythmic sound of it striking the ground.

"Pack your things and get ready to head to Nicaea."

He's managed to clean up Interles' mess.

Magnus did do something good, though – at least he pointed out that the Cairnblach people had once worshipped Chaos and that there was a risk of it being corrupted.

In response, Casca turned against Magnus.

After this point was pointed out, Interles lost the initiative in the subsequent negotiations—after all, no one knows whether it will implode again as a beacon of chaos, and what if this happens again in the future?
Moreover, after the Casca revealed the spirit of the centaur, they also won the faith of a large number of Interles people—who firmly believed that the spirit of the centaur was the god who had once guided them to Interles.

To combat the Chaos Demons, they must unite and fight alongside the Centaur Spirits, the human Empire, to stop the demonic forces from invading the real world.

While the requirements are somewhat demanding, they are understandable given the impending large-scale chaos invasion.

However, on the surface, the human empire still believes in the truth of the empire, at least on the surface.

As the Great Expedition continues to expand outwards, and more and more monsters and demons reveal their true colors as they move further away from the light of the Star Torch, even the most eloquent preachers of the Empire's truth become of no use.

Although there is still a long way to go before the two sides can finalize the terms, at least for now, Fugrim can leave and leave the rest to the Imperial Army and bureaucrats.

This makes negotiating terms much easier.
"—Finally, there's that nemesis, Blade."

Casca has never forgotten the purpose of his visit to Interles.

“Magnus, give me that Nemesis Blade. Such an extremely dangerous thing should not remain in the world, not even as a museum exhibit.”

"Evil objects tainted by the power of chaos must be destroyed!"

Seeing Casca's resolute expression, Magnus could no longer argue. Even though he was very curious about how this power of nemesis was achieved, he had no choice but to hand over the Nemesis Blade to Casca and let him handle it.

Bear!
After the Casgar psionic flames burned for a long time, and after the theater troupe and the Metzy musicians had to summon the spirits of the centaurs along the way.

Finally, the nemesis blade was completely torn apart by the centaur's golden javelin, becoming scrap metal devoid of any psionic energy.

"Without the Blade of Nemesis, there shouldn't be any major problems in the future."

Seeing that his nemesis's blade had completely disappeared, Kasgar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

By the way, the medzio musician.

Just before the Sons of the Emperor's fleet was about to leave Interreis, some of the Mettrie musicians decided to board the Emperor's Pride and join them on their interstellar journey.

Together they played the "Centaur Gold Ring".

With the addition of the arias by the melody of the melody player, the faith power generated by their centaur gold rings will be even stronger, and the summoned centaurs will be larger and more golden.

A huge, golden centaur!

With the newly enhanced Centaur Gold Ring, the Imperial Pride began its journey towards the planet Nicaea, bathed in a sea of ​​light.
Nicaea is a world that is still in its geological early stages.

The clouds completely obscured the surface of the earth, and the geological structure was still in a phase of continuous pyroclastic eruptions and storms.

A murky cloud of compounds obscured the ground, interspersed with volcanic embers and brown lightning.

This is a brand new world, and its landscape has not yet fully taken shape.

The task of constructing a world large enough to accommodate the importance of the meeting was entrusted to the Iron Lord, Peturabo.

The meeting hall he meticulously crafted was originally designed as an arena for competitive events, but the emperor later converted it for his own use.

The conference hall was built inside a hollowed-out layered volcano in Nicaea, with a huge amphitheater carved out from its center.

After all, for the sake of secrecy, the Emperor only told Mortalian, who hated psionicists the most, about the Nicaea Conference.

What Peturabo?
He's just an insignificant contractor; we don't need to worry about him.

The Emperor has the highest expectations for you, Mortalian; the key speeches at the entire Nicaea Conference focused on you, Mortalian. Soon after, as the Emperor was to convene in Nicaea to decide on the next steps for the think tank and psykers, Primarchs from all over the Imperial world naturally descended upon this newly formed land to participate in the conference.

Among the Primarchs who had arrived before the meeting were Lemanus the Wolf King, Mortalian the Pale Lord, Saint Gilles the Angel, Rogdorn the Imperial Fist, and Warmaster Fugrim.

They all led small squads composed of their trusted followers to Nicaea.

Hundreds of people were also present, along with bureaucrats from all levels of the Imperial administration and members of the expeditionary fleet, as well as the two components of the Emperor's Claw—the Silent Sisters and the Imperial Guard—in case Magnus suddenly attacked or injured anyone during the meeting.

Many more Primarchies who were unable to attend in person participated in the meeting by sending their chief think tanks or by directly casting their votes.

This was also a rare occurrence for the Emperor, who set aside his work repairing the Webway in Terra Palace to come here and co-chair the meeting with Magmacardo.

After all, Magnus has really messed up this time.

You've gone too far, kid.

Of course, Magnus himself was unaware of all this.

At this moment, he was leisurely riding the Stormbird towards the surface of Nicaea.

"How much longer until we land? The pilot? I guess not long, right?"

"Yes, sir. We will land in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?! I can guide us to land in less than half the time!"

Magnus shouted, glaring at the reclining driver, who trembled with fear.

Fortunately, it was just him joking and pretending to be angry; he laughed shortly after yelling.

Magnus patted the navigator on the shoulder with a radiant palm, causing him to twitch involuntarily.

"Ah, don't mind Innovens."

Magnus said, "I just can't wait to see my father again. Haha, you did a great job, my friend!"

"Yes, thank you, sir."

"Begin descent," the pilot said, swallowing hard. "Approaching ground. Landing plan confirmed. Accept remote control signal and relinquish control."

The Emperor's location is heavily guarded, and any fighter jet that dares to approach the Emperor's location must hand over control to the Imperial Guard forces on the surface before it gets close enough to be attacked.

The land of Nicaea is sharply defined, with large amounts of soil and rocks scattered everywhere due to volcanic eruptions.

The cobalt blue surface displays perfect patterns formed by geological movements, surrounded by ripples created during their formation. Giant cubes stand side by side on the stepped volcanic plain, forming various randomly generated yet aesthetically pleasing spiral patterns.

"Unparalleled".

Magnus seemed to be enjoying the world around him. He closed his eyes, spread his arms, and spoke softly.

"This is the birth of a world. It is the order of the universe described by the laws of nature. It is my father's style to make this place the place where we psionicists will rise in the future."

“He knows I can understand. This is a reflection of my early experiences in the world.”

He was filled with an intoxicating sense of pride.

Their destination was a mountain range rising steeply from the compression of the land, and in the center of that mountain range was a magnificent, meticulously crafted amphitheater.

"Oh, the throne, it is truly magnificent."

Magnus spoke in his intoxicated voice.

"A force capable of traversing the galaxy, holding the hearts of the entire empire together with a dream of unity. The master we serve is so great that I feel deeply humbled."

Unfortunately, Magnus was unaware of the true feelings of the owner of that power as he waited for him in the hall.

Unfortunately, thanks to the Imperial Guard's operation, Magnus Stormbird landed successfully.

It is currently unknown how many members of the Imperial Guard advocated for crashing the Stormbird directly into the volcano.

But in the end, the crimson Magnus emerged from the Stormbird, walked down the plane to meet the two rows of Space Marine companies, and took a deep breath of the primal air of Nicaea.

Two giant figures emerged from the volcano, walking side by side. One of them was clad in magnificent purple-gold armor, his white hair dazzling and held up by a silver headband. His flowing shoulder armor and wide, gold-and-red cloak clearly indicated his identity.

Another figure wore crimson armor. What was striking was a pair of pure white wings behind her, adorned with delicate silver chains and mother-of-pearl pendants, seemingly a gift and decoration from the Holy Blood Angel.

Her face, framed by long, jet-black hair, was noble and holy, much like the countless marble statues guarding the imperial palace.

(Angels are all different, and their hair color will change depending on who they are looking at. Magnus seeing her with black hair is the official setting.)
They were personally greeted by two of the most beautiful Primarchs of the Empire of Man, Fugrim and Sanguiles.

(Of course, this is not to say that Phyllis Marus is not beautiful, but compared to these two sisters, she does not seem to put more of her energy into such things.)

This is enough to demonstrate the emperor's high regard for Magnus.

He was feeling rather smug.

He was flattered by the grand reception he received upon arriving in Nicaea.

Even Fugrim, who was now a Warmaster of the Empire, came to personally greet him (actually to escort him), and Magnus couldn't help but imagine the flowers and applause he would soon receive.

Is it the matter of the Internet that he mentioned to the Emperor last time?

Magnus suddenly realized.

This wasn't actually his discovery; it was the spirit of the two-headed eagle—no, now we should say the bad guy Carlos—who told him.

Although the warp spirit named Carlos was untrustworthy, according to the Kasgars and Interles, it still revealed a lot of useful information to them!

Moreover, it also states in its prophecy that the Emperor’s net will achieve a major breakthrough with the help of Magnus (meaningful)!
Thinking about it that way, it probably isn't.

After all, the prophecy hasn't come true yet.

What was the reason for this? Was it because their psionic think tank played such a crucial role in the Great Crusade that the Emperor took the initiative to offer them a reward?
Very likely!
Hehehehehe.
Magnus went to greet him in high spirits.

Behind the two Primarchs stood the two sisters' most trusted lieutenants—Kasgar stood to Fugrim's left, his red helmet covering his entire face, making it impossible for Magnus to see his expression.

Beside Saint Gilles was Radolon, the company commander of the Blood Angels.

Although it is unknown how he defeated Azcalon and seized the position next to the Primarch.

But he managed to snatch it.

After Magnus disembarked from the plane, the two Primarchs exchanged a glance, and then, with genuine joy (or at least apparent joy), they smiled and approached Magnus.

"Ah, it's been a long time, Saint Gilles."

Magnus smiled and bowed slightly: "And, we meet again, Fugrim."

Magnus was confident that he had helped Fugrim during his time at Interles.

Although some undesirable situations occurred along the way.
Ultimately, however, he did help Vograim and his companions defeat the evil warp creature known as Carlos the Fateweaver.

As for why evil exists, and how the specific "help" is provided... well, let's not ask that yet.

After Magnus greeted the two Primarchs, he turned to Ahriman beside him and said, “Sisters Saint-Gilles, allow me to introduce my Chief Think Tank Curator, Azek Ahriman.”

“I have heard of your deeds, Azek Ahriman,” Saint Gilles said, nodding slightly at Ahriman. Ahriman could sense that her seemingly gentle eyes did not hold the kindness that was rumored. “You are also quite famous outside the Thousand Sons Legion.”

“My lord,” Ahriman replied humbly, “I will serve the Emperor and the Legion to the best of my ability.”

“Well then,” said Fugrim, “today looks set to be very significant, brother, shall we set off?”

As the perfect Primarch, she was very careful about her choice of words.

“Of course,” Magnus said. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

"We are all like that."

The winding tunnel continued to ascend, and they were nearing the summit.

The light on the pristine white walls shone even brighter, this extra brightness coming from a vaulted foyer where the basalt walls were as smooth as a mirror. There, servants carrying food and drinks awaited their arrival, and cushioned sofas lined the walls.

“This is the private rest room for later,” Saint Gilles said with a smile.

During this ascent, the three Primarchs spoke of past battles, glories, and experiences, but only within the safe zones of those bygone memories.

Any possibility that might have steered their conversation toward the meeting was subtly and skillfully deflected by Fugrim and Saint Gilles.

What are these guys hiding?!
Ahriman thought to himself.

He looked at Radoron in front of him and Casgar and his legion of soldiers behind him.

They were less like honor guards and more like jailers escorting prisoners.

Ahriman: "."

He is letting out a silent scream.

Doesn't Magnus think this is a big problem?
Was he overthinking it, or was Primarch Magnus really such an idiot that he couldn't even see such an obvious problem?

Both options seem terrible!
Ahriman's head was covered in sweat.

"We're here, brother. It's behind this door."

With that, Fugrim and Saint Gilles pushed open the heavy bronze door.

This is a magnificent hall carved out of the steep rock face of a volcano.

Before Magnus even entered, thousands of figures were already seated on the black benches, looking down at the crowd. Most of them were high-ranking imperial officials in long robes, but there were also some Astartes among them.

The floor of this amphitheater is made of polished black marble, inlaid with a huge golden eagle.

He knew everyone sitting in the front row.

Chancellor Macardo, Commander of the Imperial Guard Waldo, and General Kelboha, the forging general of Mars—these were the bureaucrats of the Empire.

At the bottom level of the amphitheater, numerous private boxes are suspended.

Each figure sat upright among them, but when looking at them, it was impossible to focus one's attention on them, and it was difficult to discern their height, body shape, or other physical characteristics.

Only numerous dim reflections, filled with distorted light.

Although there must have been people sitting in those private rooms, their figures were almost indistinguishable due to some kind of technological obscuring.

False face.

A covert concealment technique for maintaining one's identity in public.

Is it really necessary to use these things at a victory celebration banquet?

Magnus was puzzled, and he soon realized something was wrong, just as Ahriman had given up hope.

hiss.
Something's not quite right!

This was far too dull for a ceremony similar to Ulanno.

Even Magnus's brain noticed something was wrong.

Boom!
Suddenly, the bronze gate behind him slammed shut with a dull thud.

A moment of darkness engulfed Magnus.

Now, all he can feel is the golden light shooting straight towards him.

What did you do?

Magnus looked around, somewhat bewildered.

Finally, his gaze fell on the high platform at the very front.

The source of this golden light, the golden giant with a claw in one hand and a sword in the other, was now looking coldly at Magnus, who was being led forward by Fugrim and Saint Gilles.

"The trial begins."

　Shocking! The Emperor's Net will achieve a major breakthrough with Magnus's help!
　　—Sounds of the Subspace
　　
　
(End of this chapter)