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

Three days later, Ahriman led the First Society away from the main fleet on time and disappeared into the subspace route in the north.

Li Wei's life remained unchanged.

He still spends his days in the isolation pod of the library, organizing ancient books, scanning runes, and exchanging points, oblivious to everything else.

The Legion's daily military affairs were overseen by Amon and other company commanders, while Magnus was in charge of psionic research. He was happy to be a hands-off manager.

That afternoon, he had just finished reading through a moldy ancient manuscript and redeemed his points when the ship's emergency broadcast suddenly rang out.

The cold, mechanical sounds echoed in every corner of the Futep:

"All high-ranking officers of the legion are to immediately proceed to the main council hall for an emergency military meeting. Absence is mandatory."

Li Wei picked at his ear, pretending not to hear, and lowered his head to continue cleaning another moldy ancient book.

Nine times out of ten, these emergency meetings are about another planetary rebellion or an alien stronghold that needs to be wiped out; they have absolutely nothing to do with him, the chief think tank in charge of the books.

But just as he picked up the brush to clean the stains off the pages, the door to the isolation chamber was suddenly pushed open.

The messenger, drenched in sweat, saw Li Wei as if he were his savior:

"Chief Think Tank! What are you still doing here? The Archmage is furious and specifically requested your attendance, saying that Lord Ahriman is absent and you must be present!"

Li Wei's soft-bristled brush suddenly stopped.

He then realized that Ahriman, who had always shielded him from all military duties, was gone.

Currently, within the entire Thousand Sons Legion, aside from Magnus, he holds the highest rank as the chief think tank member.

"Understood." He reluctantly placed the soft-bristled brush on the table, closed the ancient book in his hand, dusted off his hands, and followed the messenger to the council hall.

The atmosphere in the main council chamber was somber.

All the company commanders from the academy were present, each with a serious expression.

Magnus sat in the main seat, his long, gold-red robe trailing on the ground, his brow furrowed, a encrypted communication document clutched in his hand.

Seeing Li Wei enter, Magnus raised his hand, gesturing for him to sit in the empty seat next to him—the seat that had originally belonged to Ahriman.

"Everyone's here." Magnus tossed the documents in his hand onto the table, his voice low. "Ten minutes ago, we received a top-level emergency request for help from Dawnstar."

"The Empire originally predicted that Dawn Star would not collapse for another six months, but now the decay of its core has suddenly accelerated fivefold. Global electromagnetic storms have destroyed all ground communications, tectonic plate movements are swallowing up cities every day, and at least three million civilians are trapped on the planet with no time to evacuate."

People started whispering among themselves.

Dawn Star is an important iron ore producing area for the Empire, supplying one-fifth of the steel needs of the Great Expedition's Limit Starfield. If it were to completely collapse, it would have a huge impact on the war on the entire Eastern Front.

“What’s more troublesome is that,” Magnus tapped the table, his voice deepening, “the local 17th Mining Garrison reported that three days ago, strange low-frequency vibrations were observed deep within the planet, and some people even saw luminous figures in the ruins. Ordinary psionic cultivators simply cannot approach the epicenter; they would suffer a mental breakdown if they did.”

Li Wei's heart stirred.

A glowing figure? A mental breakdown? This is not a phenomenon that should occur in ordinary core decay.

"Peturabo of the Iron Warriors has already led the main force of the Fourth Legion there," Magnus continued. "He is in charge of engineering reinforcement, building temporary evacuation tunnels, and transferring mineral resources. Our mission is to deal with the psionic anomalies on the planet, protect the evacuated civilians from psionic contamination, and at the same time survey all the ancient ruins—there are many lost human civilization ruins beneath Dawn Star, and we cannot let them be destroyed along with the planet."

He turned to look at Li Wei, his gaze leaving no room for doubt: "Li Wei, you are the chief think tank. With Ahriman absent, all psionic-related surveys, analyses, and responses will be your responsibility. You will lead the Thousand Warriors of the Third and Fifth Societies to land first and establish a frontline psionic barrier. I will arrive with the main force shortly after."

Li Wei opened his mouth, wanting to say that he only knew how to manage books and not how to lead troops.

But seeing Magnus's serious expression and the stares of all the company commanders around him, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Ahriman is gone.

Now no one can take care of this mess for him.

"Understood." He could only reluctantly agree.

The meeting ended quickly, and everyone hurriedly dispersed to prepare for their departures.

Li Wei lingered at the back, cursing Aliman a hundred times in his mind.

Instead of focusing on the task of recovering lost territory, they insisted on splitting up troops at this crucial time, ultimately pushing this lowly librarian to the front lines.

He returned to the library's quarantine area, looked at the boxes full of unprocessed ancient books and scrolls, and sighed helplessly.

He casually tossed a few of the most damaged ancient books into the system's exchange section, and then inventoried all the one-time destructive witchcraft items in the system space.

For some reason, he felt a vague unease in his heart.

Accelerated core decay, strange psionic anomalies, and the impending encounter with the Iron Primarch Peturabo.

This trip to Dawn Star will probably not be as simple as Magnus said.

An hour later, Li Wei returned to his battle barge, the Crimson Book, and sat in the main command position on the bridge, directing the other two Societies' landing combat formations.

This was his first time commanding a fleet in a real combat mission. He was a little nervous, but he was also on high alert and dared not slack off in the slightest.

Under Li Wei's orderly command, in the starry sky.

The massive Crimson Fleet slowly separated into a formation, with eight assault landing ships simultaneously activating their subspace engines, tearing apart the veil of the real universe.

Then it entered the deep purple subspace vortex ahead, speeding towards the gray-brown planet that was heading towards destruction.

Li Wei stood in front of the command platform, methodically directing all the combat units on the Crimson Book.

This is the first time the Thousand Sons Legion has officially joined forces with other legions to carry out a mission. They must demonstrate the unique scholarly demeanor and the confidence of the Thousand Sons' elite psionic warriors, and not tarnish the name of the Thousand Sons.

Moreover, the Legion Primarch who cooperated this time was Perturabo, a notorious fanatic.

A vengeful and mean-spirited genius engineer.

In Li Wei's past life memories, this Primarch fought countless battles throughout his life, gnawed on countless of the hardest bones in the Great Crusade, but ultimately fell into chaos.

Compared to Magnus's arrogance, Peturabo's problems were more serious; his personality could be summed up in one word: conflicted.

Li Wei simply couldn't understand the irony of this Lord of Steel, a person who desperately wanted recognition, yet chose to push everyone away in the coldest and most ruthless way.