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Markrus roared, his body expanding to a height comparable to that of the Knight Mecha.

Violent Warp lightning wrapped around him, and the Warp energy surging at his fingertips condensed into flames of Tzeentch, blasting towards his brothers.

"I am the fire thief, I am the Prometheus of this era, I brought the flame of ascension to mankind!"

"What you brought back was a melta bomb! You idiot!" Leman Russ responded bluntly, choking the other party.

Seeing that Magnus transferred everyone to an unknown webway, Roche also felt that things were beginning to get out of control. According to their perfect plan, the battlefield would be set up in the Shadow Prison.

But they still underestimated Magnus's power and the extent of his connection with Chaos.

Although he had not yet completed the ascension ritual and had not completely transformed into an incorporeal body like Angron or Fulgrim, there was no doubt that he was moving towards this step.

Roche and the Primarchs heard a strong and strange blue-purple light coming from behind Magnus, as well as an unbridled laughter that seemed to come from the depths of the sea of ​​souls.

There was a being that mocked their plans and infused Magnus with more power to disrupt the established plan.

The power of change was rising, and Roshi sensed it.

In the unfamiliar webway space, the City of Light Tizca, which was once burned down by Leman Russ, was restored.

The huge body of the Scarlet King was now standing on the top of the pyramid in the center of the city. He opened his arms, and a large number of Tzeentch demons poured into the battlefield.

"This is the day I burned Tizca." Leman Russ observed the environment and said heavily.

"Give me back my soul fragments! Give them back to me!" The Scarlet King's voice echoed in the space, almost like madness.

A pair of huge mother-of-pearl wings sprouted from his back, reminding everyone of the wings of Sanguinius for a moment, but Magnus was full of arrogance, and he was madly showing off his abilities.

Vulkan waved his burning hand, killing the Warp demons summoned by Magnus like smashing a bug. Ryan Jonson waved the Lion Sword and ran towards Magnus like a shadow.

The Scarlet King held up a powerful psychic shield, and the Tzeentch demons were fearlessly rushing towards the Sisters of Silence, who posed the greatest threat, so as to prevent them from interfering with Magnus's psychic spells.

This was incredible to the cunning Tzeentch demon, but Roshi saw it clearly. The power of the authority of Om Messiah gave him the ability to observe from a higher dimension.

He saw the huge hand from the evil god of the Warp, controlling the demons guarding Magnus.

The will of the demons had long been taken over by a greater being, and then completely annihilated by the Sister of Silence.

The black-armored guards of the Shadow Prison joined forces with the Sisters of Silence to slaughter the demons in the Warp. Their efficiency was incredibly amazing, but the speed at which the demons came was much faster than the speed at which they were killed.

As the power released by the evil god becomes stronger and stronger, it becomes more and more difficult for everyone to cope with it. Tzeentch behind Magnus has realized that if he lets it go any further, he might lose a precious card that has already fallen into his hands.

The existence of change itself must also bear the backlash brought about by change.

Magnus released an extremely terrifying annihilation storm, and a fierce psychic hurricane swirled around him, transforming into a deadly area that no one could approach.

Lion's Johnson and Jaghatai Khan, who tried to approach, had to retreat under the Annihilation Storm. Sanguinius planned to attack the enemy from the air, but was forced back by the hurricane.

After only a brief confrontation, their armor and flesh had been damaged, and their muscles were now wriggling to heal the wounds.

Only Leman Russ, who was protected by the power of the Spear of Dionysus, and Vulkan, who possessed the physique of an immortal, could rush into the storm.

The Fire Dragon Lord swung his burning hand with immense force, sweeping away the hurricane and hitting Magnus on the shoulder.

In an instant, his muscles and bones collapsed and disintegrated, and even the wings behind him were twisted and deformed.

Vulkan's flesh and blood was being burned by the storm, and his bones were exposed in many places, but he still did not fall. Instead, he created an opportunity for Leman Russ.

The Wolf King took a deep breath and hurled his Dionysus Spear, piercing the Scarlet King's shoulder blade and nailing him to the wraithbone wall of the Webway.

The Spear of Dionysus' ability to reset the soul was immediately activated, and the Tzeentch power in Magnus was immediately dispersed and disintegrated by the power of the Emperor.

An angry scream set off a huge warp storm, but it was dissipated under the protection of the Emperor's will.

It was a cursed voice, coming down from the darkness. It was filled with anger and joy, full of incomparable opposition and contradiction.

Many Primarchs immediately rushed forward, pinned Magnus, who was in a state of shutdown, to the ground, and Vulkan put chains on him.

Chapter 553: Tears of Magnus

Back then on the Vengeful Spirit, Leman Russ pierced Horus's abdomen with the Spear of Dionysus, briefly awakening his kind soul.

And now, an extremely similar scene happened to Magnus.

The corruption of Chaos was dispelled the moment the Spear of Dionysus pierced the Scarlet King's shoulder blade, and Magnus was able to see the real world after removing the Tzeentch filter.

Magnus's corruption and fall was almost inevitable, as the Lord of Change had already placed a heavy bet on him long ago.

He showed the few kindnesses in the Warp to the people of Prospero, making them truly believe that there was only kindness in the Warp.

Magnus was guided, cultivated, and his innocent and arrogant side was magnified.

Even many of the "guardian spirits" that were summoned at the beginning were indeed extremely rare kind-hearted individuals, rather than those greedy and evil subspace demons.

Magnus is essentially a simple and conceited person. He soon realized that everything he saw, heard, and thought was instilled in him by a certain existence.

He thought of himself as an independent thinker and solitary seeker of knowledge, but in the end, everything he pursued was false.

In a trance, Magnus saw his father sitting on the Golden Throne.

Among the many Primarchs, he was the only one who had close communication and contact with the Emperor before he recognized him.

During that time, Magnus and the Emperor communicated with each other through psychic powers, wandering together in search of endless knowledge in the Warp. He missed that time very much.

And now, the Lord of Mankind is trying his best to suppress the Warp demons pouring out of the gap in the Webway beneath him. His expression reveals endless pain, but he fights against the rolling torrent of the Warp with supreme faith.

The sober Magnus at least would not be confused by chaos. He knew very well that his father was paying the price for his stupid actions.

The Webway that the Emperor is researching is not only to provide humanity with a more reliable and efficient way of traveling at superluminal speeds, but also to enable humanity to break free from the influence of the gods of the Warp.

"No, Father, it's not all my fault, no! It's not like that!"

He was constantly using psychological hints to reinforce himself, telling himself that it was not his responsibility, and he even really believed it after repeated repetition.

Magnus cried, hot tears streaming from the red giant's only remaining eye.

He was struggling violently in his heart, feeling guilty, regretful, unwilling and resentful.

He seemed to hear the voice of the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind sitting on the Golden Throne, trying to talk to him.

"Come back, son. Everything can be reversed now. I can cut off the mark of the Lord of Change from your body."

"You are the most special one among my sons, so you can enjoy a bright future: you will sit on the Golden Throne in my place, and then your soul will accompany me to travel in the warp, seeking endless knowledge and truth."

"I can give you a brand new legion. The Thousand Sons have fallen too deeply. The flesh and blood mutations that have appeared in your legion are irrefutable evidence. Instead of trying so hard to save them, it is better to create a new legion with flawless bodies and impeccable minds."

Magnus was tempted. In fact, he was unwilling to betray his father and become a minion of the Chaos Gods.

In fact, he was unable to give up his own offspring. His sons suffered from the pain of flesh and blood mutation. He still remembered how his first son turned into split and twisted flesh and blood in front of him.

Countless tentacles and eyes grew on the deformed flesh, and a huge fang-like mouth was split from the head to the chest, greedily thirsting for flesh and soul.

Magnus personally destroyed that offspring, and began to seek ways to prevent his offspring from experiencing flesh and blood mutations again.

He even made a pact with a mysterious will in the warp, paying the price of an eye in exchange for the safety of his sons.

He thought about it tens of millions of times in a short moment, and then he rejected the Emperor's conditions.

"I love my sons. I will stand with them no matter what. You want me to give up my legion. I can only say - impossible!"

The hatred in Magnus' heart began to rise. He hated why the Emperor had brought such a misfortune to his legion, and now asked him to abandon his own son with his own hands. He could not do this. He was a father of flesh and blood, not a cold-blooded tyrant.

Magnus had already gone through an extremely fierce psychological struggle in his heart. He proudly denounced the Emperor's ruthlessness with words and stated that he would never surrender in any case.

At this moment, many Primarchs surrounded Magnus.

The Wolf King used his Spear of Dionysus to hold the opponent tightly, and tied his brother with the anti-psychic chains forged by Vulkan himself, while the Scarlet King was trembling and squirming in the dark on the ground.

An extremely rich and varied expression appeared on his face, including hatred, resentment, anger, pride and love.

There is nothing wrong with these emotions, but now they are mixed together to form a creepy feeling.

"I hope he will be stupid because of my spear. What kind of hysteria is he having? It makes me feel sick just by looking at him."

Leman Russ frowned. Magnus had been keeping this foolish expression ever since he had pierced the other's body with the Spear of Dionysus.

It would be more similar if there was a little saliva and white foam flowing from the corners of the mouth.

Vulkan frowned and swung his burning hand directly at Markus's head.

With a roar, the Scarlet King's gorgeous gold and red armor shattered into pieces, and even the ivory-like horns on his chest were broken.

The psychic shield attached to his body suddenly exploded. Under the plain hammer of the Fire Dragon Lord, the fancy arcane energy was obviously unable to withstand it.

After such a heavy blow, Magnus finally woke up, his face covered with blood, which attached to his thick long hair and formed sticky braids.

Vulcan's hammer shattered all his fantasies, and he gradually couldn't tell the difference between fantasy and reality.

"You don't think that everything you saw is real, do you? Arrogant Magnus, even at this moment you still think it is your fault, and you still stubbornly believe that the Emperor will give you another chance."

Roche's voice sounded from the side, and he and the Sigillite Malcador came here with an Astartes in robes.

And he is none other than the Thousand Sons warrior who has merged with the kind soul of Magnus - Ravel Arvida.

But now, perhaps he should be called Janus. He is not only one of Malcador's Knights-Errant, but has been given the great responsibility of commanding a special new army called the Grey Knights.

"What you sensed was actually the experience of your last soul fragment. Your soul fragment begged for forgiveness from the Emperor, but the Lord of Mankind refused his request. Malcador had no choice but to merge it into your son's body."

Magnus, his face covered in blood, stood there in a daze, not caring at all even though his blood was gushing out continuously.

Fake? real?

He couldn't tell the difference anymore.

He was trying to use the last bit of his brain capacity to think about the information he heard.

He never received the Emperor's forgiveness, nor did the Emperor promise him a brand new legion.

His soul fragment has been integrated into Lei Weier's body, which means that he can never get his fragment back and become whole again.

The huge mental shock shattered Magnus's mind. He seemed to have lost all his strength. He cried and laughed on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Fake, it's all fake!"

"You all lied to me, you lied to me! Tzeentch lied to me, the Emperor lied to me too!"

The Scarlet King's flesh even twitched, but the Primarchs had no more mercy. He did not deserve pity.

"Have you cried enough? Cry enough so you can get on with your journey." Luo Xi said sarcastically.

"You're not awake, you just know you're going to die."