Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 235 I am Magnus
"Little Ma, you've lost your nerve. I've told you so many times not to use technology, not to use technology, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened!"

"Bullshit! What nonsense are you spouting? I'm all natural!"

Magnus, who was gorging on ice cream, looked displeased. Although he secretly used psionic energy to increase his own dimensions and liked to use hormones in conjunction with it, can fitness be called technology?
Besides, everyone knows that I, Magnus, am naturally big. One day of my training is equivalent to one day of someone else's training. I also work out seriously, okay?
"Second brother, if you have nothing to say, stop babbling and come over here to see what's wrong. I feel like I'm getting thinner and thinner."

Magnus was right. Ever since his muscles started to atrophy half an hour ago, his whole body has been shrinking rapidly. Now he's as skinny as Mortarian, and his size is even starting to decrease.

It's worth noting that Magnus was called the One-Eyed Sunburnt Oglin because it was so red, so big, and had only one eye. Standing there, it was like a wall, even taller than the Dauntless.

Now, Little Pony has shrunk from the original Defiant Dauntless to a Sentinel mech, and even his skin has started to fade, changing from crimson to magenta.

If this goes on, maybe you could cosplay as a Kamen Rider just by grabbing a belt.

That being said, Mordred wasn't some Mongolian veterinarian who could determine pregnancy with just a glance. He believed in science and could only conduct a series of investigations, such as blood tests and physical examinations.

"Don't panic. Let me feed you some nutrient solution first, and let me do some testing. I want to see what's going on."

"Then hurry up! I feel my strength draining away like crazy, like someone is stealing my muscles."

Mordred nodded and immediately began connecting to Icarus, instructing the Abomination mecha girl to start overclocking.

Meanwhile, in the Demon Realm of Khorne, 1 years later, two figures, one large and one small, were lying obediently in front of the bronze throne.

The bloodthirsty madmen, who should have been fighting to the death, stopped fighting, and everyone was staring at the two figures, commenting on them:
"Is this Angron?"

"That's not right, I remember Angron should have a Primarch Wetpiece on him!"

A bloodthirsty berserker resembling a Tyrannosaurus Rex pushed through the crowd, and in full view of everyone, extended its long tail and tapped the burly red-skinned man.

"No, this isn't Angron, this is Magnus, and next to him is Ahriman. That kid even conspired with Kayan to deceive me. If I hadn't run fast, I probably would have been caught by that unlucky thing and stuffed into the card game as a slave."

But then again, I really like his muscles.

"Indeed! His muscles are so dry they're practically oozing spiky. How did he train like that? Could it be that he really just got sunburned in one eye?"

Hearing the comments about him, Magnus was enraged. Despite his aching body, he reached out and grabbed the head of the bloodthirsty monster.
"I'm not Eugenie, I'm Magnus the Crimson King."

With a soft "plop," the demon's skull, as hard as alabaster, shattered instantly beneath those crimson hands, drawing cheers from the kobolds atop the brass throne.
"Good! I never thought that after ten thousand years, I would be able to gain another capable assistant. That brain-dead Tzeentch, such a good warrior prospect, was actually dragged away to play with witchcraft. It's a complete waste of talent."

"Only I, Khorne, am the chosen one! As for you?"

Blood God looked at the buy-one-get-one-free Ahriman and, through the Sea of ​​Souls, caught a glimpse of the blue slime monster using Ahriman as a camera to spy on the outside world.

He immediately waved his hand and grabbed Ahriman, his crimson flames rising up and erasing the Tzeentch mark on Professor Ahriman's body, turning him from blue to red and giving him a new, happy-go-lucky skin.

Ahriman, held in the hands of the evil god, dared not utter a word and could only serve as a bracelet, held and played with by Khorne.

Of course, Ahriman could be easily manipulated by Khorne, but Magnus was different, after all, he was the Primarch and a lesser god in terms of rank.

When Horus became senile, it was because the four gods worked together. It was said that the corruption lasted for seven days, but in reality, many years may have passed in the conscious world.

If it were just an empty shell, that would be fine, but in Khorne's eyes, Magnus had regained his essence, albeit very weakly, but it was a creation from nothing. Such a profitable deal was a double blessing!
“Magnus, I’m giving you a chance to find a new master. Repeat after me: ‘Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, offer your skull to the God’s throne!’ If you agree, I will take you as my adopted son.”

The Cursed One doesn't want you anymore, Tzeentch doesn't want you anymore, you have nowhere to turn, make your choice!

However, Khorne's recruitment provoked Magnus's fury. Despite his excruciating pain, as if countless ants were crawling in his veins, Magnus stood up, pointed at Khorne's nose, and roared:
"Pah! You want me to acknowledge you as my father? You should take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror. Not only do you have a dog's head, but you're also wearing a red scarf."

No one can judge me, I am Magnus, the Crimson King!

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

"I am Magnus!"

"Speak of blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

"I am Magnus!"

……

This scene reminded Khorne of a stubborn, foul-smelling rock, which was exactly the same. Enraged, he immediately waved his hand and threw Magnus into the red sand sea where he had once imprisoned Dorne.

However, what no one noticed was that as Magnus was locked in the dark room, a touch of emerald green remained in the Khorne Demon Realm.

The invisible struggle continues. In the desolate, lifeless desert, Magnus is trapped in the red sand desert, accompanied only by white bones. He is isolated from Tzeentch and from everyone else, with only the whispers in his ear remaining eternal.

Magnus walked with difficulty on the red sand, his mind blank and his eyes lifeless. He thought of many things. He thought of the curiosity he felt when he first opened his eyes in Prospero, and the joy he felt when he first communicated with the Emperor.

Of all the rebellious Primarchs, Magnus was perhaps the most innocent and also the most hateful.

To say he was innocent means that he never intended to betray the party, and even after the Nicaea Conference ended, he simply retreated to Prospero and became a recluse.

Upon discovering the Warmaster's betrayal, they immediately used psionic projection to find Horus and try to persuade him. Then they heard Horus, who had been stuffed into a puff pastry, spouting the earth-shattering rant: "I will make the Emperor my mother goddess and establish a pantheon."

To be honest, if Horus had given any other reason, even something as power-hungry as Magnus could have understood, the idea of ​​abducting the emperor to be a star slave and creating humans in a cage is truly astounding, no wonder Magnus was terrified. What's truly infuriating is the astonishing wisdom Magnus displayed after being terrified.

The important thing about this amazing wisdom is not the wisdom itself, but the word "amazing". Knowing that the Star Language was blocked, the magical pony, who had already developed a path dependency, did not think of sending someone to report, but instead dialed the psionic phone.

Although the human network created by the Emperor was a shoddy project, even with Magnus's power, he couldn't destroy it by making a psionic phone call. All of this was orchestrated by the Four Gods behind the scenes.

Regardless of the circumstances, with this psionic phone call, Magnus is now guaranteed the title of MVP of the Great Rebellion.

The Space Wolves are attacking, Prospero is burning, the spine is broken, the Primarch of the Ascended is already a foregone conclusion.

The more he thought about it, the more painful it became. In this desolate and deserted world, Magnus, accompanied only by the red sand, stopped and, guided by some unseen force, came to a stone wall.

Despite the severe weathering, Magnus was still able to recognize the writing on the stone wall, which was written by his brother Rogdorn.

The densely packed handwriting described all the escape plans that Dorn had tested, but without exception, they all ended in failure.

The brutal siege of Terra left Dorn restless and uneasy, and this small oversight allowed the evil god to take advantage of the situation.

The moment Dorn boarded the Vengeful Spirit, his consciousness was dragged to this desert and imprisoned for 400 years. Now Magnus is also experiencing the same treatment.

What's worse is that Dorn's consciousness was imprisoned, and as long as he held on, he would eventually return to reality. Magnus, on the other hand, was in a much worse situation; he was thrown into the litter box.

Magnus, leaning against the wall, had cracked lips with a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Since ascending to demonhood, he had not felt this weak and powerless for countless years.

"Damn Guilliman, was this all part of your plan? You actually conspired with Khorne to set me up!"

Recalling Guilliman's bizarre dog-headed appearance that day, Magnus was convinced that this must be a conspiracy by Guilliman, and it was utterly despicable.

As for whether he suspected it was just a coincidence, Magnus didn't believe it, and the more he recalled it, the more terrifying it became.

He was tricked by Tzeentch because of the mutation of the legion's flesh and blood. Apart from the First Legion, the other legions all had mutations to varying degrees.

For example, the Fourth Legion members are dull, short, and fat, and are particularly prone to physical disabilities; the Fifth Legion members are hyperactive, and in severe cases, they can even fall into bullet time.

The Midnight Lord's passive prophecy, the Blood Angel's thirst for blood, the Imperial Fist's inability to feign death and vomit acid, Fenris's lack of wolves, and the Raven Guard's Bloodlust—basically every legion has problems.

The mutation of you Ultra Warriors is to enhance your regenerative abilities.

Considering the Ultramarines' inaction during the Great Crusade, their subsequent retreat to Holy Terra to reap the rewards after the Great Rebellion, and the fact that at least 70% of the millions of Space Marines in the galaxy today are your offspring, Guilliman.

Who would believe you, Guilliman, aren't a treacherous villain?

Would a decent person ask someone to resurrect them while they are still alive?
"Bah, vile!"

Magnus, whose mind was already in disarray, suddenly realized a terrible fact: if Guilliman could cooperate with Khorne, did that mean that he had already cooperated with the Four Gods during the Great Rebellion?

Unfortunately, Magnus was locked in a dark room, and he didn't even have the strength to make a psionic call. He was thirsty, hungry, and extremely weak.

"Sacrifice blood to the blood god, sacrifice the skull to the throne of god!"

"I am Magnus."

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

"I am Magnus!"

"You are Rogdorn!"

"You're the real Dorne!"

After an unknown amount of time, just as Magnus was suffering from both physical and mental torment and was about to shout "I am Rogdorn!", a power suddenly burst forth from within him, relieving his weakness and even giving him a feeling of fullness.

"Well, what is this?"

Swinging his tongue back and forth, savoring the sweet aroma that suddenly appeared in his mouth, Magnus was convinced that this was not an illusion, but ice cream, and his favorite vanilla flavor at that!
This strange sight made Magnus subconsciously look at his own incredibly muscular body, all of which was caused by the little dog that had bitten his butt.

"Could it be that I am truly a martial arts prodigy, one in a million?"

Loneliness is the hardest thing to bear. For some reason, Magnus, who had calmed down, suddenly felt that he should find something to do, otherwise he would be driven crazy by the constant nagging.

Fortunately, this wasteland was not empty; numerous ruins and remnants were scattered throughout. With his powerful muscles that seemed to spring from nothing, Magnus lifted and lowered massive stones one by one.

At this moment, Magnus, as if possessed by Rogdorn, transformed into a construction worker, using his hardworking hands to build one pyramid after another.

As they dug deeper, a perfectly formed black stone slab appeared before Magnus.

Looking at the two claw marks, one large and one small, Magnus frowned slightly, his eyes instantly sharpening:

"Lion's Flying Head Fist, Mag's Bodyguard, Specium Ray... Tsk, what kind of junk is this?"

(End of this chapter)