Warhammer: I, the Wizard of a Thousand Sons, Reorganize the Legion

Chapter 104 Hundreds of Colossi

Extreme Starfield.

The Dol Galaxy.

In the near-Earth space of a desolate and lifeless planet, a giant orbital fortress, entirely constructed from mechanical components and exuding a rough, mechanical feel, floats silently in the vacuum of space, radiating an oppressive aura.

Around this colossal fortress, escort ships, much smaller than itself, constantly shuttled back and forth, carrying out patrol and guard duties.

Before long, a fleet of crimson warships slowly moved through the dark space, heading straight for the giant forged fortress.

As soon as the flagship of the Thousand Sons, the Fortep, approached this steel jungle, the bridge's communication channel immediately received a chilling warning from the Steel Warrior Legion.

"Unknown fleet, halt immediately!"

At the same time, the patrol fleets surrounding the forge immediately went on alert, their cannons all aimed at the Thousand Sons Fleet.

The Fortep.

Inside the flagship command center.

The Primarch of the Thousand Sons, Magnus, the Chief Think Tank, Levi, and the First Society's Company Commander, Ahriman, stood in front of the holographic screen, each with a different expression.

"Peturabo invited us to go to the desolate mining planet beneath that giant forging fortress and to take our men aboard for a tour."

Magnus, dressed in a long golden robe, held a communicator and pointed to the gray-brown planet below the giant fortress on the light screen, and spoke.

"My Lord Archmage, the Empire is currently facing numerous crises, and the Star Language has been interrupted for some time. Perturabo's invitation is far too abrupt and dangerous."

With a solemn expression, Ahriman stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

He spoke out of concern for the current confusing situation, fearing that Peturab had betrayed the empire.

Ahriman already knew the general situation, including that the Emperor had been seriously injured and had fallen into a deep sleep.

In fact, it wasn't just Ahriman who knew this secret; the members of the Four Kings Council of Shadowmoon Wolves also learned the initial details.

After all, the star torch, which the Emperor himself lit, symbolized humanity's hope and guided the way for warp travel, was nearly extinguished in the warp. The Empire had lost its ability to sail long distances and communicate across star systems. Such a dramatic change would surely make people uneasy and suspicious of the Emperor's true condition.

In this situation, after an emergency consultation with Horus and Livy, Magnus began to spread the truth about the Emperor's slumber within a small circle of their respective legion's high command in order to appease the troops.

"Hmm..." Magnus stroked his chin after a moment's thought, then nodded. "That makes sense, but what do you think, Levi?"

When Magnus asked the question, Li Wei, who was calm, did not respond directly. Instead, he walked to the holographic screen, stretched out his right hand, which was wearing a think tank robe, and magnified the barren planet under the giant forging fortress until he could see the entire surface of the planet.

It wasn't until Li Wei could clearly see the nearly one hundred enormous war machine colossi standing on the planet's surface that he finally understood.

He withdrew his hand and slowly said, "My Lord Archmage, we can go down now. Let's set the meeting place here."

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With a flick of his finger, Li Wei set the meeting place between the Thousand Sons and the Iron Warriors Primarchs at the very center of the colossus array.

Ahriman, sensing something was wrong, hadn't yet spoken.

Then Magnus spoke slowly in a meaningful tone: "Alright, let's set it here. I hope Peturabo doesn't have any ulterior motives."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked deeply at Li Wei, who was pretending to be innocent; the other man's face was still somewhat pale.

He then shifted his gaze to the location on the light screen that Li Wei had pointed to, where rows of silent, towering colossal war machines stood, and he vaguely guessed what it was.

Levi never speaks without certainty. The fact that he chose this meeting place, with its surrounding colossal statues, suggests that they might not be Peturabo's allies, but rather a foreshadowing Levi had already laid.

Magnus remembered that the design blueprints for the Colossi from the Golden Age were unearthed by Livy himself.

That proves that Li Wei's arrangement did not put their safety in danger.

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Ahriman wanted to say something, but when he saw the confident expressions on the faces of Magnus and Levi, the two core members of the Thousand Sons, he knew there must be some arrangements they didn't know about, so he stopped himself from speaking.

A moment later, eight crimson Stormhawk gunships of the Thousand Sons Legion detached from the hangar of the Fortep and sped toward the nameless, desolate planet beneath the giant war-forging fortress.

Clang!

Li Wei, who had already changed into a set of high-quality power armor, hadn't even seen what was happening when the Stormhawk hatch opened when he heard the signature deep voice of Peturabo, who had been away for a long time and still held a degree of goodwill towards the Thousand Sons Legion.

"My brother, Magnus, it's been over a decade. How have you been?"

Inside the Stormhawk's cabin, Levi looked at Magnus ahead, then strode onto the metal deck, making heavy footsteps. He quickly walked towards the tall figure in iron-gray power armor, Perturabo, and embraced him, saying loudly, "Perturabo, my brother, it's been a long time since we last met. I hope you are well."

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The taciturn Peturabo grunted and responded indifferently.

Only then did Li Wei have the time to walk out with the other Magnus guards and the tall Terminator warriors of the Scarab Order from within the Stormhawk.

Before them stood colossal, humanoid war machines that stretched as far as the eye could see, their cold faces all turned toward them.

He turned his head, which was not wearing a power armor helmet, and noticed that on this gray-black wasteland, nearly a hundred colossi surrounded the Sentinel Legion led by Primarchs Magnus and Peturabo, and their main gun barrels were vaguely locked onto them.

"Heh, I knew something unexpected would happen," Li Wei thought to himself.

Li Wei knew that the colossal machines were not activated, and even the raging machine spirits had subsided.

However, he clearly sensed that the five pilots in the cockpits of each colossus were already poised to strike, waiting only for their Primarch's command to wipe out the high command of the Thousand Sons Legion.

It is unknown what information the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Peturabo, received during the short few days when Star Language was interrupted.

This made him so wary of the Thousand Sons Legion; the power of the colossus array before him was enough to annihilate Magnus's entire entourage.

However, since Peturabo did not launch a direct attack, there is still room for negotiation.

"I hope Peturabo won't remain obstinate, otherwise my previous preparations will come in handy."

Li Wei glanced at Perturabo, who was exchanging pleasantries with Magnus, and pondered to himself as he looked at his cold, hard profile.