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

If Li Wei himself can enhance his psychic power through his own beliefs, then the purer power of faith that lies beyond beliefs must be even more extraordinary.

I wonder how Luo Jia's plan to promote the Primitive Godhood is going?

Luo Jia should have persuaded all the Primarchs by now; surely some of them should have accepted the faith and become gods.

After all, becoming a god, becoming the perfect deity in the eyes of believers, will always drive some people crazy for those who pursue truth and their obsessions.

Just as Li Wei was lost in thought, Magnus's private encrypted communication channel suddenly rang out, his voice filled with urgency and fear.

"Li Wei, I just cast a divination. It says that the Emperor will have an accident, and my father will die on this planet, Ulanno, right here beneath our feet."

"Huh?" Li Wei was stunned upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "What is this all about?"

Magnus did not actually believe in the prophecies of the Black Crow School. After all, the Black Crow School's future prophecies, with their ambiguous future visions and vague omens, were something that any rational scholar could not take seriously.

But Magnus, for the first time ever, took the initiative to consult the oracle and received terrible news.

Will the emperor die on this planet beneath his feet?

Is this really possible?

The confused Li Wei couldn't understand how this could be.

Who is the Emperor? He is the most powerful psionic in the Warhammer universe and the successor to the Dark Lord.

More importantly, emperors are immortal beings and do not truly die.

There is only one possibility: Magnus's impulsive divination went wrong.

Once Li Wei had calmed down, he gently comforted her:

"My Lord Archmage, do not overthink it. The Emperor is so powerful and unfathomable, how could he possibly die on this very planet beneath his feet?"

He paused, softened his tone, and continued:

"My lord, if you're worried, we'll immediately..."

Before Li Wei could finish speaking, he suddenly and clearly felt a heart-palpitating psionic energy fluctuation coming from him, which was clearly visible even in the green-skinned orc's WAAAGH psionic field.

That was the Emperor's psionic energy fluctuation, which was rapidly weakening at an alarming rate, just like the time on Goro when the Emperor was trying to activate the essence of Horus, and was gradually declining.

The emperor is in grave danger!

Is this really normal?

Is the emperor resorting to his old tricks again, trying to awaken Horus's true nature?

Hasn't Horus's essence been successfully activated once?

Is it possible to trigger it again in such a short time?

Is it true that the Emperor Entertainment Group is completely free of problems?

Li Wei suddenly realized the butterfly effect; he had already changed the course of the Warhammer universe, and it wasn't impossible for the Emperor to be in mortal danger.

In fact, Li Wei thought of another possibility: that the four Chaos Gods had intervened, cooperating with the orcs to set up a deadly trap and join forces to kill the Emperor.

"Quickly, Li Wei, we must go and save the Emperor, my father."

Magnus's anxious roar had just fallen into Levi's communicator.

Behind the Thousand Sons' formation, a crimson pillar of spiritual energy shot into the sky, transforming into a crimson stream of light that flew toward the Emperor's gradually weakening spiritual energy aura.

"Hmm." Li Wei replied simply, and then the purple subspace flames around him suddenly surged, like a purple rainbow, chasing after Magnus at high speed.

Before long, amidst the white waves formed by the various models of Titans and the pale white power armor of the Shadowmoon Wolves, a purple and a crimson streak of light swiftly swept across the Imperial lines, creating a powerful shockwave that knocked all the Shadowmoon Wolves warriors along the way to the ground.

Whoosh!

With lightning speed, Li Wei leaped over the hooves of an Imperial Raider Titan and landed steadily on the rooftop of a dilapidated building in the Orcish Dynasty's palace.

He had just steadied himself on the pile of scrap metal when he heard the sounds of fierce fighting and the roar of explosive guns coming from below.

Following the sound, Li Wei looked down and was shocked to find Horus's guard, the Gastalin Terminators. Dozens of white-painted Terminator Astartes warriors were wielding powered weapons and fighting fiercely against the Orc elite.

Horus, clad in silver-white Iron Cavalry-style Terminator armor, was pale-faced but his eyes were filled with rage as he wielded his power sword, taking down orcs one by one, and leading the charge in tearing apart the orcs' impenetrable encirclement.

Magnus, who arrived even faster than Li Wei, was carrying the Emperor, who was covered in blood and whose golden armor was shattered, and was walking forward in a daze under the close cover of the Gastalin Terminator.

"How is this possible?" Staring in disbelief at the scene before him, Li Wei gasped and exclaimed in shock.

He never expected that the Emperor was really injured, and seriously so. In his spiritual perception, the Emperor's life force was so weak that it was almost gone, which told him that the Emperor was really going to die.

Although all of this seemed unreal, he still had to cover the safe retreat of the heavily wounded Emperor, Magnus, Horus, and the Shadowmoon Wolves.

boom--!

Standing atop the high-rise, Li Wei concentrated all his energy and raised his hand, unleashing a series of purple subspace fireballs that blocked the continuous stream of orc reinforcements.

Finally, under Li Wei's cover fire, the group successfully broke out of the orc dynasty's iron palace.

......

On the Imperial Dream.

Inside the top-secret medical ward.

The emperor remained in a deep coma, his fate unknown.

Inside the entire medical pod, there were only four people: Magnus and Horus, sons of the Emperor; Macardo, the Emperor's Seal Holder; and Livy, the chief strategist of the Thousand Sons.

"Horus, what are you doing?"

With bloodshot eyes, Magnus grabbed Horus by the neck, whose face was ashen, and roared.

"Speak up, why didn't you protect Father? Believe me or not, I'll kill you."

Seeing Horus remain silent, Magnus's anger grew stronger, and he tightened his grip on Horus's neck until Horus was about to suffocate.

With a solemn expression, Makado stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Magnus, do not act rashly! The Emperor needs quiet!"

"Yes..." Magnus reluctantly let go of Horus's hand and walked to the side, muttering to himself, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault for being late."

The dejected Horus kept his head down as usual, but a sob tugged at the corners of his mouth as he whispered:

"I...I really didn't expect this to happen. My father was just leading me to investigate the orc palace when we were surrounded by the orc leader's guards...To protect me, my father was ambushed from behind by the orc leader and struck in the chest with an axe..."

At this point, Horus's voice choked with emotion, and he could no longer continue.

As Horus recounted his story with a sob in his voice, Livy's previously calm expression turned strange.

Through Horus's whispered narration, Livy learned everything about the emperor's injury.

But all of this is frighteningly fake. How could the Emperor be so badly injured by a mere orc just because he was saving Horus?