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Everyone carried Magnus' body and walked towards the Golden Throne.

Chapter 554: The Golden Throne Seat (Please follow)

When Magnus, who had resisted stubbornly, was completely imprisoned, Roche's uneasy heart finally settled down.

After a long period of time and the joint efforts of several Primarchs, they finally captured Magnus, the bastard who had completely bankrupted the Webway project.

The Primarchs held tightly onto the anti-psychic chains that imprisoned him. Those were artifacts made by the Fire Dragon Lord using arcane alloys. Not only did they possess indestructible physical properties, they also had a powerful suppressing power against supernatural forces such as psychic energy.

"Our plan is full of uncertainties. If any one of the links goes wrong, Magnus will escape, and once he escapes, we will never have a chance to catch him back."

"As long as he hides in the warp, with the blessing and protection of Tzeentch's power, he can escape back to the Sea of ​​Souls at worst."

Luo Xi said with some fear that this plan was born from a flash of inspiration when he was talking with Conrad Curze, and it was also the way he came up with for Midnight Haunter to atone for his sins.

The Night Haunter who betrayed Magnus himself followed behind his brothers, wandering silently like a lonely ghost.

Luo Xi could sense the extreme frustration in him, because even though he completed his plan, the other primarch brothers still held a grudge against him.

Betrayal is a wound that will leave scars even after it heals.

He bears the mark of a traitor, a mark that may be diluted but can never be erased.

"But we succeeded, didn't we?" It was Makado who smiled.

"At least I don't need to sit on the golden throne anymore."

There was an imperceptible bitterness mixed in his smile, and only he and the Emperor knew that if the war deteriorated to the point where the Lord of Mankind had to participate in the war himself, then the Seal Bearer of the Empire would take action himself and sit on the Golden Throne in place of the Emperor.

Malcador's psychic power might be able to support such horrific consumption, but his body was too weak. Even the physique of an immortal could not allow him to be reborn under such circumstances. He would truly die and turn into ashes.

The Seal Bearer was already prepared, but now that there was a better backup option, there was naturally no need for him to make the greatest sacrifice in the world.

Malcador did not fear death, but he did not wish to die in vain.

Because his life had long been dedicated to the greatest cause. If humanity lost him, the price it would pay would be even greater than losing a Primarch.

"But I still have some concerns." Luo Xi lowered his head and said as he walked.

When Magnus was pierced by Leman Russ's Spear of Dionysus, his psychic powers were rendered ineffective and everyone was transported back to the Shadow Prison in the Imperial Palace.

Now they are leaving this area, and the remaining demons will be strangled by the Black Guards of the Shadow Prison and the Sisters of Silence.

Even in places where no one was looking, some dangerous prisoners held in the Shadow Prison were secretly catching one or two demons and chewing them.

They haven't eaten meat for a long time.

"Back in Prospero, Magnus accepted Tzeentch's invitation in order to avoid the complete destruction of his legion.

So when he sits on the Golden Throne, can the Lord of Change directly project his power into the hearts of humans?"

Roche's concerns were not without reason. When Magnus took the Emperor's place on the Golden Throne, the psychic energy that sustained the Golden Throne would be drawn from the Scarlet King.

But if his psychic power has been contaminated by the Lord of Change, then wouldn't everything including the Golden Throne and the Imperial Astronomical Torch be threatened?

If Magnus not only failed to defend the Golden Throne, but instead allowed the demons from the Warp below to rush into the real universe, then the human home planet Terra would be completely doomed.

"We thought about this question at first, but later I suddenly realized that the answer had already been in our hands."

Malcador turned his gaze towards the Spear of Dionysus in Leman Russ's hand. At this moment, this artifact that could reset the target's soul state still remained in the body of the Scarlet King.

Rus had made a mistake once. In order to kill Horus, he pulled out the Spear of Dionysus, which caused the power of Chaos to counterattack in that instant. This was the biggest mistake he had made in his life.

Magnus was groaning in pain, but Leman Russ's heart was harsher than the winter of Fenris. He kept his weapon stuck in the opponent's body at all times, not giving the Chaos forces any chance to take advantage.

His spear only pierced the opponent's shoulder blade. As long as he did not continue to release his psychic power to destroy the opponent's body structure, Magnus would only feel endless pain but would not die.

Luo Xi shrugged, agreeing to this plan.

As long as there is no problem with the Golden Throne, who would feel extremely painful in Hu Magnus.

There may be many people clapping and laughing, but no one is saddened by the death of the rabbit.

On the contrary, this kind of pain can better punish him and make him repent of the mistakes he made in the past.

His body and soul will experience the most horrific punishment and pain in the world as the Golden Throne's endless psychic energy siphons away.

The Scarlet King will become an inexhaustible source of psychic energy, continuously supplying power to the Golden Throne and the Imperial Astronomican.

He is the only one in the entire empire who has this ability. His extraordinary body at the level of a Primarch can repair the damage caused by the Golden Throne's extraction of psychic energy, thus achieving the goal of sustainable exhaustion of resources.

The door of the throne room slowly opened, and the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards, Valdor, and hundreds of the Emperor's most loyal guards had been waiting for a long time.

In Luo Xi's eyes, Commander Waldo was always extremely mysterious, and even he knew very little about him.

The Sigillite and the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards exchanged glances, and then the Imperial Guards followed the Primarch and ascended the Golden Throne step by step.

Leman Russ and Vulkan held Magnus' arms tightly, while Rogal Dorn and Jagatai Khan tightly held his thighs. Everyone was afraid that unexpected mistakes would occur, which would cause all their efforts to be wasted.

Everyone's heart was filled with emotion. Finally, they had waited for this day until they could free their father from the Golden Throne.

Among all the people present, only Rogal Dorn had personally seen the Emperor sit on the Golden Throne, while the others were transferred by Horus to various parts of the galaxy and divided and defeated.

This was undoubtedly a heavy pain for these loyal sons, who, after going through so much trouble to return to Terra from other places, were not even allowed to see their father on the Golden Throne.

Happiness and sadness are always balanced. When some people feel happy, naturally some people feel sad.

At this moment, Magnus finally woke up from his resentment and anger. He no longer had the mind to immerse himself in the pain that his soul fragments had been merged by others and could never be found again.

He realized a very terrifying fact - he would be placed on the Golden Throne, the ultimate torture device that even the Haemonchi of the Dark Eldar would gasp at.

"No! No! Just kill me!"

"I am your brother, how can you treat me like this!"

Magnus was screaming in fear, his body twisting restlessly, but he was unable to break free from the chains of the artifact.

"Be quiet, traitor!"

Ryan Jonson directly hit him on the forehead with the Lion King's Flying Head Fist. The violent impact force made the struggling Primarch kick his legs and calm down.

Magnus slept peacefully, like a child.

For the Lion, as long as he could carry out his loyalty to the Emperor, let alone stuffing Magnus onto the Golden Throne, he would have no psychological barriers even if he personally chopped the red-skinned Ogryn into pieces and made it into sauce.

Leman Russ might hesitate, be troubled by brotherly love, but he would never be.

Lion would send Magnus to his death with a smile on his face.

Chapter 555: Liberating the Emperor

This was the third time that Roxi had ascended the Golden Throne to meet the Emperor.

The first time was when he brought reinforcements from five hundred worlds and returned with great difficulty from the Extreme Star Field, and finally got the chance to ascend to the throne and meet the Lord of Mankind.

It was also at that time that he realized that this Lord of Humanity was actually an acquaintance and good friend from his distant past.

However, during the ten thousand years of his sleep, Neos made too many plans and arrangements, even Roche's sleep was part of his calculations.

The second time was when Roche was summoned here by the Emperor and gained the authority and power of Om Messiah so that he could help Lion Johnson and others defeat Vashtor who was assisting Horus.

The Emperor planted the seeds of the Mechanicum in the distant past and shaped the faith of the All-Mechanicus and the Om Messiah.

Roxi didn't know whether he was simply trying to provide support to the Empire in the Great Crusade that was about to begin, or whether he wanted to fight against the evil gods who had imprisoned the human technology tree in a higher dimension.

If it is the latter, then Luo Xi can only say that Neos is looking too far ahead. His plan has already run through the timeline and looks to the distant future.

Today will be his third time to ascend the Golden Throne, and this time he will completely liberate the Lord of Humanity.

The enormity of the Golden Throne can only be felt when you climb up to the top of the tower. Looking up, the endless stairs seem to extend to the end of the universe, stretching infinitely in your sight.

The stairs under your feet exude a grand, sacred spiritual energy, and every step you take creates a layer of azure blue ripples on the surface.

The relic machine beneath him, which was larger than a mountain, was emitting a low and distant roar. This machine, whose operating principle no one could figure out, was maintaining normal operation under the maintenance of the Mechanicus technicians who were loyal to the Emperor.

However, although it is called maintenance, it is actually just the technical priests relying on the experience gained by the Emperor to perform ritualistic and repetitive metaphysical operations. No one can really understand it, and everything is as unpredictable as a technological black box.

They simply burned holy incense in front of this huge machine, rang the ancient bells, and blessed the sacred machine spirit with long and complex hymns to make it happy.

The huge crowd escorted Magnus, just like believers in ancient times offering sacrifices to their gods.

Magnus's wails and pleas for mercy were becoming louder and more complex, and he promised to return to the Empire, but not in this way.

"No, no! Guys, don't do this to me!"

"We can talk about it. Everything can be discussed. We haven't reached that point yet!"

"Koz can be loyal, and so can I. I am your brother too!"

However, no one paid attention to the words of this rebellious fool. Everyone could say nice things, but Magnus was no longer qualified to negotiate terms.

No matter how he could save the situation, it would not outweigh the value of liberating the Emperor.

Many people's contributions while alive are not as great as their contributions after death, and the greatest contribution Magnus could make was to sit on the golden toilet for the Emperor.

"I can feel the raging waves in the warp beneath the Golden Throne. The minions of the gods are attacking the weak points of this material world. If it weren't for the Emperor and the Golden Throne blocking them, I'm afraid the solar system would explode into a new eye of terror."

Sanguinius said slowly that other Primarchs with high psychic sensitivity, such as Leman Russ or Jaghatai Khan, also had the same feeling.

"Maybe I can hold on for a while, maybe an hour or a day, but if we want to maintain the balance here, only this guy can do it." Leman Russ suddenly laughed and patted the Scarlet King who was tied up tightly.

"You are too noisy, my brother." Then the Fenrisian pulled out the cork of the bottle of Fenris mead on his body and stuffed it directly into Magnus' mouth.

The great Scarlet King could only whimper in humiliation, his heart filled with regret. A small part of it was regret that he should not have been so reckless as to pierce through the Webway barrier of the Golden Throne, but the majority of it was that he should not have listened to Konrad Curze's lies and came to Terra.

At least he should wait until Horus reaches Terra before considering it. Otherwise, it would be like crying out to heaven and earth for help but no one would respond. Under Vulkan's anti-psychic chains, he couldn't even feel the breath of the Lord of Change.

After joining Tzeentch, he still did not take the final step and completely sell his soul to the Warp. Magnus had not yet ascended to a Daemon Prince like Angron and Fulgrim.

The damned Spear of Dionysus of Leman Russ was still in his body. The power of Chaos had been expelled, and the Emperor's might filled his body. He was simply unable to fully embrace the Warp.

The Primarchs carried Magnus' body, getting closer and closer to the highest point where the Emperor was. The Guards, except Valdor, had to stay at the bottom because the soul shock at the top was too strong for them to withstand.

On the last stretch of the journey, only the Primarchs, Roche, Malcador and Valdor were left.

After climbing up the last step, the real core of the machine was finally exposed to everyone, and the emperor's majestic figure was sitting on the throne.

He wore a golden laurel wreath on his forehead, and shining holy light emerged from behind his head. The shadow of a golden imperial sky eagle was looming in the light.

And his hazy face changes depending on who is observing it.

As the saying goes, every person has a different face. Everyone sees a different emperor, but they all stubbornly believe that the one they see is the real emperor.