Even someone as proud as Ahriman knew that this was an almost impossible task.

They had all followed the Emperor in the Great Crusade and naturally knew how terrifying the power of the Lord of Mankind was.

In the past they only worshipped and respected the power of the Emperor, but now they have already stood on the opposite side.

At least if they only rely on the Thousand Sons Legion themselves, even if they gamble everything, they will not be able to break through the defense line set up by Rogal Dorn, let alone reach Holy Terra.

This feeling of powerlessness and despair is most real only when one is truly faced with the Imperial Fists' defense.

Even though each of the Thousand Sons wizards has mastered the magical magic of the Warp, Rogal Dorn has already taken everything into consideration.

His defenses were not indestructible, but could only be conquered after the invaders paid an extremely heavy price in blood.

This is a real war of attrition. Perhaps psychic power can change the outcome of a local battlefield, but it has little effect on the overall situation.

"We can only wait for Horus and Perturabo's legions to break through the defenses. Then the Warmaster will have the final battle with the Emperor. That will be our chance."

When the Chief Wizard said this, his attention was focused on a Thousand Son in the conference room with short gray hair and skin as white as old parchment.

The Thousand Sons warrior had a very low presence. Even though he was standing in the crowd, he gave people a feeling of silence and loneliness, with no sense of closeness at all.

"Amon, what do you think?" Ahriman asked.

The Qianzi who had remained silent slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of deep and melancholy eyes.

This person was the first Templar lecturer of the Black Crow School and the first teacher and raiser of the Primarch after he came to Prospero.

Since the beginning of the Great Crusade, Ahriman has taken over the responsibilities of the School of the Ravens from his opponent, while Amon himself simply serves as the Captain of the Ninth Society.

There were only a few in the Legion whom Ahriman could not fully fathom, and this extremely senior Thousand Son was one of them.

"You are the captain of the first company. In the absence of the Primarch, it is natural for you to take the helm." Amon said slowly, but it was not the advice that Ahriman wanted to hear.

"I need to refer to your opinion, not this useless nonsense." The chief think tank refuted.

Hearing this, Amon pondered for a moment.

"Before you do something, you must first figure out your true purpose." Amon stared into Ahriman's eyes, almost piercing his soul.

"Do you really, sincerely want to save Magnus?"

As soon as the Ninth Captain finished speaking, the other Thousand Sons present were in an uproar, looking at Ahriman and Amon in disbelief.

Chapter 621 Magnus? Don't care (Please subscribe)

"Amon, what do you mean?" Ahriman's eyes narrowed slightly and became unfriendly.

However, since the person speaking was the most senior among the Thousand Sons, the other Thousand Sons warriors did not interrupt immediately, but waited for Amon to continue explaining himself.

"Isn't it obvious enough, my brothers?"

"In my opinion, Ahriman didn't go to save Magnus at all. This is not his true intention." Amon waved his hand and said in an extremely perfunctory tone, "And with all due respect, do we really need to save Magnus?"

"Be careful with your words!" Qianzi, who had a good relationship with Amon, immediately spoke up to persuade him.

"Let him speak!" Ahriman suppressed the voices.

"Haven't you seen it clearly yet?"

Amon's voice got louder, he stood up straight and looked around.

"It was then that Magnus, in his arrogance and foolishness, destroyed the psychic barrier that the Emperor had placed around the Golden Throne.

He realized that he had made a huge mistake, but he took his anger out on Uchisar, the lecturer in the Temple of the Sky Owl School who discovered the secret.

I knew then that our Primarch had completely changed and was no longer the humble and knowledgeable man he once was."

"His endless research and exploration of the warp will eventually lead to disaster, which led to the Burning of Prospero and the continuous decline of our legion."

Everyone listened to Amon expressing his true thoughts, and many people even nodded as they listened, obviously because what he said touched their hearts.

When Magnus locked himself in the Great Pyramid because he knew he had made a big mistake, and then allowed the Wild Wolves to slaughter the Thousand Sons, many people were disappointed in this Primarch.

Magnus could have made any decision, even ordered them to resist or simply surrender, but he chose to remain silent and autistic, which led to the worst outcome.

Before this, those who were dissatisfied with Magnus did not reveal their true thoughts. After all, they did not know how many people really had such taboo thoughts.

But now it seems that at least one-third of the legion are dissatisfied with Magnus, and among the remaining people, except for a small number who are 100% loyal to Magnus, the rest have ambiguous attitudes.

Ahriman was speechless. Before this, he knew that Amon's relationship with Magnus seemed to have deteriorated, but he did not expect that the contradiction between the other party and the Primarch was so prominent.

However, what Amon said next was even more murderous and heartbreaking, which made Ahriman's heart shrink.

"Ahriman, what about you? Do you really want to save Magnus so badly?"

"Don't try to lie to me. I watched you grow up step by step. Your talent is far better than mine, so I decided to give you the position of Tianxiao School."

"I know you better than anyone. You care about the Legion more than the Primarch."

"As far as I know, the Book of Magnus records an extremely special spell that is very likely to cure the flesh and blood mutations that are spreading among the Legion. I guess you want to find Magnus because of that spell, right?"

After listening to Amon's analysis, the chief think tank was speechless.

Because he really thought so, Ahriman was indeed loyal to Magnus, but if he had to choose between Magnus and the Legion, he would still choose the latter.

"If I answer yes, what will you do? Will you take some of your brothers and leave me?"

Ahriman asked back. The Ninth Captain looked calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"I just want an answer. Whether it's a yes or a no, we are still brothers after all. I will support you."

The Chief Think Tank heaved a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Amon would stand up against him. Brotherly strife must not happen again among the Thousand Sons.

Ahriman and Amon, the two most respected opinion leaders in the Thousand Sons Legion, had a confrontation with each other without leaving any trace. At least for now they still remained united.

……

Soon, just after the debate ended, the call from the Lord of Iron came from the command deck of the battleship.

Ahriman immediately went to the command deck, and saw the figures of Perturabo, Ezekiel Abaddon and the little Horus Eichmand emerging on the light curtain formed by psychic power.

In addition, Angertai, who spoke on behalf of the Word Bearers, and Kahn, who spoke on behalf of the World Eaters, also appeared one after another.

It is a bit absurd, but ever since Angertai stabbed his own Primarch with a ritual dagger and forced him to ascend to magic, he has become the true lord of the legion, and the remaining Word Bearers have to accept his leadership whether they are willing or not.

As for Kahn, he was already one of the few people in the Legion who could think normally. Could he still count on Angron, who had been afflicted with the Butcher's Nails and turned into the Demon Prince of the Blood God, to attend?

After a while, an Emperor's son with a Mediterranean hairstyle and long, pale, withered hair falling to his chest finally responded.

He was carrying complicated syringes and glass containers on his back, and the robotic arms were even equipped with shining chainsaws, scalpels, and drill holes.

That was the Emperor's Children's chief apothecary, the famous Fabius Bile, who was attending the meeting on behalf of Fulgrim, who had already stopped caring about other people's business.

"It seems that our progress is not smooth. Only one Primarch has arrived."

Ahriman used his psychic power to tell Amon that no matter what their internal opinions were, at least they were still a whole in external matters.

"Indeed, the Death Guard are still missing, the Night Lords are pitifully small in numbers, and no one in the Alpha Legion can figure out what they are trying to do."

"The Warmaster has not shown up. Of the remaining Primarchs, Lorgar, Angron, and Fulgrim have all ascended to demon status. Konrad Curze disappeared along with our Primarch. Mortarion's whereabouts are unknown. The guy who calls himself Alpharius only showed up once in Ullanor."

"So Perturabo is the only Primarch we can trust?"

The chief think tank instinctively felt a sense of sadness. Compared with the lineup on the emperor's side, the people on their side were all monsters and demons.

"I feel like my future is bleak. It's terrible how this has turned out."

The ascended Primarchs can basically only be used as giant bombs that ignore enemy and friend. Just drop them onto the battlefield and that's it. It's almost impossible to make them play their strategic value like in the past.

The Warp granted greater power, but also took away their rationality.

"Let's see if Perturabo has any good ideas. After all, he is the Primarch and the only pillar left among us."

When Ahriman thought this, Perturabo felt much the same.

The Primarch, whose face looked extremely bad, still hadn't recovered from the trauma left by the Iron Man who had fired at him at close range.

Perhaps there are many people in this galaxy who hate Perturabo, but there are indeed not many who can curse him in person and still survive.

Adam is definitely in the top three.

He could only send one of his useless offspring into the Dreadnaught to vent a little of his anger, and then hold all the remaining negative emotions in his body, waiting to release them all after defeating Terra.

Chapter 622: Perturabo, the King of Ideas (Please Subscribe)

"Damn it, how can we defeat Terra with these insects?"

Perturabo still had that expressionless face, but deep down he had already started cursing.

He had already asked Horus about his next plans, but the Warmaster's answer was to let him do as he pleased.

"My brother, I have more important things to do."

"The future has changed dramatically. Our father has stepped down from the Golden Throne. He is now waiting for our arrival on Terra, and I must restrain him so that he does not directly join this war."

"I put pressure on him at the subspace level, reducing his control over the solar system so that our demonic allies can land smoothly."

When Horus explained his difficulties to Perturabo, the anger and resentment in the Iron Lord's heart suddenly disappeared.

This was not because he understood Horus's difficulties, but because of the following sentence.

The Emperor has returned.

His father, the man he hated and admired, had returned.

Only Perturabo himself knew the coldness and fear that came from his heart when he heard the news from Horus.

This traitor Primarch, who firmly believed that he was made of steel both inside and out, suddenly felt a crack open in his heart, swallowing up all his anger, hatred, and arrogance.

Perturabo had been able to see the man named Cygnus X-Anomaly in the Milky Way since he was a child. He also called the thing that troubled him all the time the "Eye of Terror".

He knew better than any other Primarch how terrifying the Emperor's power was, the cold sun that absorbed human faith in the Warp. Even those legendary gods were far inferior to the Lord of Mankind.

For a moment, Perturabo thought about abandoning these monsters. After all, with the current strength of the rebels, it is almost impossible to defeat the empire.

It would be better to retreat to the Eye of Terror with his legion while there is still time.

Subconsciously, Perturabo didn't think that his group could defeat his father. If Horus failed in the confrontation with the Emperor, then everyone would be doomed.

However, the Iron Lord's self-esteem and competitive spirit quickly eliminated the idea of ​​retreat. Anger and hatred flowed in his heart, and the emotional side ultimately defeated the rational side.

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