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After the Zerg's offensive withdrew, the Holy Number Fleet, composed of the Thousand Sons Legion and other Tzeentch warbands, remained in deathly silence.

Surrounded by them, the Eumenides was still paralyzed, and the ancient machine soul was still struggling in pain, trying its best to resist the devil's persistent corruption. This was largely due to Tzeentch. For some reason, the Lord of Change did not personally corrupt the Eumenides's warship machine soul, which gave it room to struggle.

Beneath the unnaturally aged and rusted hull, the maze-like interconnected cabins and corridors are still constantly changing, and every corridor and every fork in the road leads to a different place at every moment.

The Thousand Sons warriors who entered the cabin walked in the dark corridor, holding their own magical instruments and thermal weapons tightly, and each of them followed his Primarch with full concentration.

Only the Demon Prince of the Lord of Change can discern the direction in the endlessly changing maze. If they fall behind in this place, even the Thousand Sons wizards who are proficient in the sorcery of the Warp will be lost, not to mention that most of them are red letter warriors without self.

Compared to the Thousand Sons led by the Gene-Father, the Astartes of the Deathstalkers Chapter have to bear much more blame.

Except for a few Space Marines who were summoned by Captain Gonzalez of the 3rd Company due to their close distance, they went to find Warehouse No. 8, hoping to regain control of the battleship by unlocking the forbidden object in the warehouse that was bestowed by the Emperor himself to the Dark Angels; most of the other Death Stalkers got separated and lost their way in the maze due to Tzeentch's interference.

These directionless Unforgivens wandered in groups of three or five in the ever-changing maze, guided by the weak warship machine spirit, hunting down fallen mortals and demons that broke into the cabin as much as they could, and providing all the help they could to the deeply corrupted Eumenides.

The descendants of the Dark Angels are undoubtedly powerful. Even without the superior command, the scattered small battle groups still showed extremely high individual quality and tactical cooperation. The general demons and chaotic evils are not one of them. combined enemy.

The puny Chaos creatures seemed so weak in front of the well-equipped Astartes.

And in front of the ascended Primarch, the Astartes are also so weak.

"Red Magnus" did not even make a move in the normal sense. His tall body stood before the corner like a burning fire. The scene in front of him changed. Just as a cautious team of Death Stalkers cautiously walked out of the corridor in a tactical formation, death had already come.

The moment he saw the Red Devil, Magnus' powerful psychic power crushed the flesh and blood in their armor into a paste mixed with bone fragments. All this happened in just a thought of the Red Devil, and the three of them lost their lives without even being able to utter a scream.

The gap between the Astartes and the Primarchs is even greater than the gap between the single-celled Chlamydomonas and the Astartes.

Magnus walked forward expressionlessly as he stepped over the hollow armor that had lost its wearer. None of the Thousand Sons wizards behind him commented on this. Although they did not hate the Dark Angels as much as they did the Space Wolves, they definitely did not have any good feelings towards them.

After simply sweeping away the relics of the three dead warriors, the Thousand Sons hurriedly followed the Primarch.

In fact, there was nothing to clean up. The most valuable thing on a Space Marine was their gene seed, and Magnus' brutal killing method would completely crush the entire human body, so there was no reason for the gene seed to survive.

Slaughtering the scattered Death Stalker warriors along the way, under the leadership of the Ascended Primarch, the Thousand Sons Legion quickly found the hidden Warehouse No. 8.

Although it is called No. 8, this warehouse is actually the 9th. It is hidden in the wall between the real Warehouse No. 8 and Warehouse No. 9 by a special cloaking field. Only the precious key held by the Death Stalkers Chapter Master can awaken and open the door.

When Magnus led the Thousand Sons to "Warehouse No. 8", a group of Astartes led by Gonzalez were guarding the door of the warehouse. The Captain of the 3rd Company had just taken out the key from his armor to wake up the door of the warehouse and was ready to open it.

"I see. No wonder Magnus took us to kill the scattered Dark Angels throughout the maze. It turned out that he was waiting for them, who hold the key, to find the location of the warehouse..." Ahriman suddenly realized.

In Ahriman's impression, although Magnus was stupid and unreasonable, and had fallen hopelessly into Chaos, even he would not do such a meaningless act of venting at this juncture. Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Without any communication, the moment Magnus and the Thousand Sons were discovered, the armed conflict between the Death Stalkers and Chaos supporters began.

However, at the outset of the conflict, the Death Stalkers severely underestimated their opponents.

Because quite a number of them did not know Magnus, out of some evil taste, the Emperor's fifteenth son did not display his unparalleled demeanor as a Primarch, which led most of the Space Marines to mistake him for a Chaos Daemon summoned by the Thousand Sons Sorcerers.

As Astartes, they were certainly not as foolish as the ignorant people of the Empire who believed that the Emperor had only nine loyal sons, but that was all; except for the veteran seniors, the vast majority of the Deathstalkers had no idea what the Fallen Primarch looked like, not to mention that Magnus, after his ascension to Demon, was completely different from his previous self.

Of all the loyal warriors present, only Captain Gonzalez of the 3rd Company had read the portrait of the fallen Primarch provided by the Inquisition, and therefore he was the most desperate of all.

Gonzalez looked in despair as his fighting brothers outside the porch bravely and fearlessly rushed towards the Red Devil. He wanted to shout, but before he could utter "Run!", the first few soldiers died on the spot.

"It is the honor of your life to be killed by me." Magnus said, walking towards the door of the warehouse past the hollow armor dripping with blood, flesh and pus.

There were still loyal Space Marines charging at him fearlessly. At this time, the Sorcerer King did not need to take action personally. The Thousand Sons Sorcerers and Rubric Warriors guarding him could easily kill all the attackers who dared to offend the Primarch's dignity - within the sight of the Eye of Mystery, their psychic powers were greatly enhanced.

Soldiers bravely died to buy time for the Captain of the 3rd Company to open the warehouse and activate the forbidden weapons left by the Emperor to the Dark Angels. But now only Gonzalez himself knew that he could not even move a finger at this time. The psychic energy of the Primarch imprisoned his body, and no matter how strong his will was, he could not break free.

The soldiers following the 3rd Company Captain fell down one after another like rice harvested by a sickle, turning into lifeless hollow armor.

Facing the Primarch who had been promoted to a Demon Prince, they had no chance of winning from the very beginning.

Chapter 144 Black Box

The heavy spiritual pressure imprisoned Gonzalez in place, unable to move. Magnus walked forward slowly. Despite his twisted body and corrupted soul, he still had the calm demeanor of a scholar, and the single eye on his face emitted a constantly changing glow.

Perhaps it is because of this that he can find his way in this ever-changing maze.

A Thousand Sons sorcerer pulled the crescent staff from the chest of the loyal warrior he had killed, and soon followed, intending to help the Primarch execute the stubborn 3rd Captain.

"Stop." Magnus stopped the heir's actions.

Just as the other Thousand Sons warriors cast puzzled glances at Magnus, Ahriman suddenly jumped forward and broke Gonzalez's left hand with the black staff in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a grenade that had not yet detonated rolled from the palm of the 3rd Company Captain to the ground.

Ahriman bent down to pick it up, and while examining the exquisite skull relief on the surface of the grenade, he said, "The Holy Relic Grenade contains a large amount of the so-called remains of the saints... It is very effective against Chaos."

Magnus did not get angry about this, but instead laughed, although there was no trace of a smile on his abstract face.

"You partially broke free from my psychic restraints with your will alone and tried to detonate the Holy Corpse Grenade at close range to kill yourself. It's childish, but it's admirable... You're a good warrior. According to the will of the Lord of Change, I should spare your life."

Magnus spoke slowly, taking the key to Warehouse No. 8 from Gonzalez's left hand:

"We have reached a deal with the God of Blood and the Lord of Skulls. He will provide us with powerful military assistance. In return, the Lord of Change will give him the most powerful warriors on this battlefield as a gift."

"I recognize your will. Feel honored."

The Red Devil's polite voice slowly faded away, and an extremely strong sense of sleepiness entangled Gonzalez's soul like a vine entwined on a giant tree, dragging him into a deep sleep.

Leaving the sleeping Gonzalez in the care of Ahriman, Magnus turned around and activated the key to open the door of Warehouse No. 8 disguised as Warehouse No. 9.

Because it was hidden in the mezzanine between two warehouses, the space behind the door was very limited. It was not very wide, but very deep. The already narrow space was densely packed with wires of unknown purpose and stasis field generators, which imprisoned something in the center of the warehouse.

It was a cubic black iron box with a side length of about 1 meter. The six sides of the iron box were printed with a skull symbol representing human purity - but no imperial double-headed eagle - and holy words and poems transcribed in "Low Gothic".

Why Low Gothic? Magnus was curious.

Low Gothic is a derivative of High Gothic, and in a sense can be considered the common language of the Human Empire;

But in reality, the Low Gothic spoken in each imperial colony has varying degrees of localization, with multiple dialects represented by "Fenris" and "Medusa", and the resulting pronunciation differences and ambiguities further make communication difficult.

Therefore, imperial bureaucrats and nobles often use the more "pure" and "pure" original High Gothic as the official written language, and regard it as a necessary skill for the upper class; the hodgepodge of Low Gothic has naturally become "Untouchable language".

If the Mechanicus wants to seal a dangerous technology or STC, they will most likely engrave a large amount of sacred binary code inside the seal; the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition will use the Word of the Emperor written in High Gothic, or mythological stories.

Poems written in Low Gothic to seal forbidden items are rarely seen even by the learned Wizard King.

“This grammar seems to be Fenrisian…” Ahriman recognized the Low Gothic language on the black box.

Suddenly, the emotions of the Thousand Sons wizards who were still conscious in the cabin became subtle.

Fenris, the homeworld of the Space Wolves. This planet has such extraordinary significance to the Thousand Sons Legion that just hearing the word makes them feel angry.

"The poem mentions 'All-Father' and 'Rus'. Those are the names the Space Wolves use to refer to the Emperor and the Primarch. That's right, the seal on this black box was set by the Space Wolves." With his profound knowledge, Ahriman quickly deciphered the content of the poem engraved on the black box.

Magnus completed the interpretation earlier than him, but he would not explain it to the Thousand Sons like Ahriman did.

"The poem records a covert operation by the 20th Legion in the early days of the Great Crusade; the Space Wolves, led by the Wolf Lord Leman Russ himself, assaulted a hive planet that had been half-converted into a daemon world."

"To the Empire, this world that has been infected too deeply by Chaos is beyond redemption and has no value in being saved. However, under the order of the All-Father, the Space Wolves still used all their forces to attack this half-demon world whose name has been erased..."

"The course of the war was ominous. In the end, the Wolf King obtained a certain item in the demon world, declared victory in the operation, and led the wild wolves to withdraw to Fenris."

"The Rune Priests of the Space Wolves sealed the forbidden object brought back by the Wolf King under the instruction of the All-Father, and the Emperor himself handed it over to the Dark Angels for safekeeping."

There is no need for Ahriman to explain what happened next.

The Ultramarines' Primarch Roboute Guilliman promulgated the Codex Astartes, and the Dark Angels were divided into individual Chapters... at least in name only. The black box was then handed over to the Deathstalkers for safekeeping.

It is interesting to note that while most of the other forbidden weapons given by the Emperor himself were stored by the Dark Angels Mother Chapter in the Stone Fortress, this one, taken by the Wolf King himself, is kept by a Daughter Chapter.

There is a bit of disdain for Ruth in this.

"Is this the item that was taken back from the Demon Planet by Russ himself, and now has the attention of the Lord of Change, who has driven me to recover it?" Magnus narrowed his one eye slightly, his curiosity having been aroused.

"What a coincidence~ I also want to know what's inside."

"Who!" The moment the outsider's voice suddenly sounded, the Thousand Sons Wizards reacted extremely nervously. The Red Letter Warriors who were cleaning up the corpses of the Death Stalkers suddenly jumped up and pounced towards the direction where the voice came from like a frightened beast.

Without time to chant any spells, all the Thousand Sons wizards, including Ahriman, chose to use thermal weapons to attack as quickly as possible.

As a corps of wise men composed entirely of psychics, they were actually sneaked up so close without making any noise... There was no way the Thousand Sons could endure such a great humiliation in front of the Primarch.

However, their quick reaction and fierce attack did not have any effect. The Red Letter Warriors lost their strength one by one while flying forward, and collapsed to the ground like a machine without a connection, unable to move anymore.

The hellfire bombs fired from Ahriman's blessed gun also stopped in the air and dissipated strangely on their own.

When all the Thousand Sons fell into panic and confusion, only Magnus, one of the most powerful psykers in the galaxy, felt truly desperate.

Because only his one eye could see clearly what kind of horrible monster the "person" who was walking towards him politely was.

"There's no need to be so nervous. I just want to see what's sealed in that box."

Russell smiled and walked towards the trembling Magnus, and said softly: "Be obedient and let me see?"

Chapter 145 Magnus's Folly

The first time he saw Russell, Magnus lost all desire to fight.

The human in front of him, who was only 181 centimeters tall, looked short even compared to the Astartes, who were two meters tall. In the eyes of the huge Ascended Primarch, he looked like a dwarf.

But Magnus's one eye looked through that ordinary mortal body and saw bottomless emptiness and despair.

In an instant, he remembered Tzeentch's words before he left. The Lord of Change predicted the enemy they were about to face: "scarlet shadows", "abyss of despair", and "unspeakable horror". Magnus, who was originally confused by these exaggerated words, now felt that Tzeentch's description was really appropriate.

In the next moment, a strong sense of fear enveloped him. His psychic power, which was stronger than anyone else's, enabled him to feel the concept of returning to the void more clearly than anyone else. Staring into the abyss, Magnus could not muster even a trace of motivation. He realized very clearly that all resistance was futile.

But due to the pride of the Primarch and the arrogance of a scholar, the proud Magnus did not allow himself to flee in panic like a stray dog ​​in front of his son. He suppressed the trembling from the depths of his soul and stabbed the oncoming Russell with his sharp staff.

Yes, Magnus's staff is far more suitable for close combat than most other melee weapons.

The Thousand Sons Sorcerers and Ahriman reacted quickly and coordinated with the Primarch's actions to launch an attack. Hellfire bombs, blazing bullets and psychic spells hit Russell's back like waves hitting the shore.

The attack of the Thousand Sons was so strong that the staff blade wielded by Magnus was spinning millions of kilotonnes of psychic energy. Even the most solid adamantine fortress of the Empire would be breached under such a powerful offensive. But unfortunately, what they were facing was not a fortress.

No matter what the result is, if you chop at the fortress with a sword, at least you can hear the sound of metal clashing; but if you fire a bomb into the abyss, all you can see is an empty black hole.

"Being too irritable is bad for your physical and mental health. It doesn't matter if you become a demon, but your offspring are still flesh and blood, right?"

Russell casually opened a warp rift and banished the attacks launched by the Thousand Sons against him into the Sea of ​​Souls. At the same time, Magnus rushed to him and stabbed the staff blade into his chest.

"You have a good timing. It would be better if you can remember to chop off the head next time. This will save you trouble."

Russell's frivolous words were still in his ears, and Magnus woke up like a dream, and what he saw along with the sharp pain in his chest was Ahriman's shocked expression and the scene of other Thousand Sons wizards who were already looking crazy.

"Father! No, no, father, why... no..."

"no no……"

Amid the cries of the Thousand Sons' collapse, Magnus lowered his head in a daze. A sharp staff pierced his chest squarely. The vicious curse he personally bestowed on the blade took effect at this moment, destroying the most fundamental Warp essence of the Demon Prince.