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

After a long silence, Leman Russ, who had once again fixed his gaze on the holographic star map, cleared his throat and directly announced the new combat mission:

"Qianzi, be in charge of the aerial feint attack on Phoenix Cliff's air defenses."

"The Death Guard is responsible for flanking from the ground and cutting off the Ida's retreat."

"Space Wolves are tasked with launching a ground assault on the Phoenix Cliff defenses and destroying the Idaian stronghold."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mortarian, who had been silent all along, raised his head and said coldly:

"agree."

"Huh?" Magnus, who had been calm, was taken aback.

He never expected that even after lowering himself to attend this joint meeting, he would still be pushed into the most dangerous position to die.

The Aida people are most proud of their aerial power, and even a feint attack is fraught with danger.

The Thousand Sons Legion was an emergency reinforcement; this arrangement is simply too much.

Just as Magnus was about to erupt in anger, Riemann Russ, seeing that Magnus was hesitant to respond, slammed his hand on the table and, suppressing his rage, patiently said:

"Magnus! I saw with my own eyes how powerful the Thousand Sons' psionic aerial combat is! Your psionicists who can control Stormhawks are ten times more effective against these birdmen than our ground troops! My rune priests have all told me that if you five major schools of psionic scholars work together, the air is your territory! Stop dawdling here!"

Magnus rarely heard approval from his hot-tempered brother, but he still frowned and looked troubled.

After all, a feint attack would also cause huge casualties, and he was about to voice his objections.

But the next second, the sinister Mortarian spoke.

"Since those psychics and sorcerers who like to play with fancy psionic abilities are unwilling to take on the aerial missions with the greatest casualties, then we, the fearless Death Guards, will take on the responsibility."

Motarian's sarcastic remark instantly changed Magnus's wavering mind, and he said in a deep voice:

"Russ, we, the Thousand Sons, are willing to confront the aerial forces of the Shrike Star, even if we suffer heavy losses, we will have no complaints."

Just as Leman Russ was about to nod in agreement and go along with it, Mortarian interrupted him again.

"No. The Thousand Sons Legion is already small in number. Every time those delicate psionicists die, it's one less for them to die. I don't trust you with such an important attack mission."

Mortarian's deliberately slowed tone, gloomy and uttered each word, was full of provocation.

Magnus could no longer tolerate it. He was a mild-mannered scholar, but anyone who dared to insult his offspring was a line he absolutely could not cross.

He suddenly stood up and was about to leave.

As for why he didn't argue with Mortarion, it was because he knew his paranoid brother was already deeply disgusted with psionics, so there was no reasoning with him.

As soon as Magnus got up, even Livy, who had been silently observing from the sidelines, was about to leave.

Leman Russ, who believed that the empire valued brotherhood most, finally snapped. His two brothers had completely forgotten the sacred mission of the emperor over a trivial personal grudge.

As the host of this joint operation, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He kicked over the long metal table in front of him, scattering mead and documents all over the floor. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared almost maniacally:

"Stop right there! You two bastards! The Emperor sent us here to conquer Shrike, not for you to fight amongst yourselves! Anyone who dares to take another step will be disobeying the Emperor's orders! I, Leman Russ, will be the first to chop him down!"

Magnus, who had already stepped halfway out of the conference room, didn't turn around and said in an icy voice:

"We, the Thousand Sons Legion, will take on the aerial combat, but stop talking nonsense. We, the Thousand Sons Legion, will decide on our own future combat plans."

As soon as he finished speaking, Magnus's figure disappeared completely at the end of the corridor.

"You..." Riemann Russ, furious, was about to unleash a torrent of curses to vent his anger.

A smug Mortarian, as if he had won a great victory, quickly quelled Leman Russ's impending outburst of anger and whispered:

"Brother Ruth, don't be angry. Look, the Thousand Sons and their wizards are openly defying military orders. I hope you will join me in writing a petition to the Emperor, requesting that they stop their arrogant behavior, severely punish Magnus, and also abolish the entire Legion's think tank units."

Li Wei, who was lagging behind, saw everything. He didn't want to get involved in this mess, but Mortarian was going too far, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

The next second, a silent psionic communication suddenly emanated from Li Wei's fingertips and entered Mortalian's mind, which was still chattering incessantly.

The psionic communication was brief, consisting of only two sentences.

"Lehman Ruth is also a psionicist, and his talent is exceptionally strong. The psionic fire he burns in the warp can even scorch my eyes, the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons."

"The Emperor is a psionicist, Magnus, Leman Ruth, Loka... they are all psionicists, they are all your brothers. So, Lord Mortalian, do you consider yourself a psionicist?"

After sending those two psionic communications, Li Wei turned and left the conference room in a good mood, leaving Mortarian frozen in place.

When Mortarian, who was originally smug, heard the first sentence, he was about to sneer. He didn't believe that his brother Leman Ruth was a psionicist.

When the last sentence reached his ears, Mortarian shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.

Li Wei's final, seemingly casual question struck like a cold thunderbolt, revealing the deepest, most hidden fears buried within him.

He had actually suspected it for a long time, but he had been deceiving himself, or rather, he was unwilling to face the fact that he might also be a psionicist.

Just then, still angry, Riemann Russ rubbed his temples, sighed, and said helplessly:

"Brother Mortarian, you are right. I think we should indeed write to the Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Mortarian snapped back to his senses. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and was about to speak in agreement.

Just then, the psionic communication from Li Wei, who delivered the final blow, echoed in his mind again.

"Lord Mortarion, the future prophecy of my Thousand Sons Black Raven School foretells that you will indeed awaken psychic powers. Remember, after awakening, take your own life to prove your innocence. I'll be waiting to see!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Mortarian abruptly stood up, his face ashen, and roared:

"Enough! This matter ends here!"

Before he finished speaking, he slammed the door and left without looking back.

"What's going on?"

Leman Russ looked completely bewildered at Mortalian's sudden outburst.

After a moment, he shook his head helplessly. His brothers were all a bunch of lunatics, but they were all sons of the emperor. The empire would be destroyed sooner or later in an internal strife. It was truly a tragedy.