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This helmet once belonged to the adoptive father of the original Thousand Sons, but now it belongs to the person in front of him.

Unlike himself, the person in front of him had already lost even his own appearance.

Even if he takes off his helmet, what he reveals will not be his former face, but rather a face replaced by a shrill void.

His psychic power and the distance he traveled in the warp have made him forget his own appearance forever.

Even if he himself doesn't admit it, he still believes he is still in his former state... but the price of getting too close to the Lord of Change will not change because of his refusal.

“Aliman…” Iskandar Kayan said softly.

Did you bring me here just to mock me?

"I'm not that bored."

A chilling voice emanated from the Helm of Ahriman, and the unconsciously emanating warp power condensed the air into ice beads that fell to the ground.

"Boring? You lived in a void every day while you turned the entire Legion of warriors to ashes and were banished by the Primarch."

Kayan grinned, looking at his colleague with a mocking smile.

"You're searching for a way to remove the scarlet letter, you're fanatically pursuing a way to enter the Black Library... You didn't bring me here just to get me into the most secret places of those clowns, did you?"

"Even if life is illusory, I still have a goal to strive for."

Faced with Kayan's sarcasm, Ahriman responded calmly, simply looking at him and saying...

"You made the Primarch kneel before Abaddon, you had your sister possess the Spirit of Vengeance, and you thought you had become his right-hand man. But in reality, you are nothing more than a pathetic pawn, something Abaddon now finds unacceptable."

At this point, Ahriman paused deliberately, speaking in a tone that questioned the intelligence of the person before him…

"I simply cannot believe that you would actually agree with Abaddon's nonsense, infiltrate Terra, and then surrender to the False Emperor's Inquisition? You're telling me this is Abaddon's grand plan? Then what exactly is his grand plan?"

"Could it be that he plans to have you join forces with insiders to break through Terra? To have you single-handedly blow up the false emperor's golden throne?"

"The war commander has his own considerations."

Kayan was silent for a few seconds, then answered in an icy tone...

"Ha, if he had a plan, he wouldn't have taken that stupid position." Ahliman shook his head and gave a mocking snort...

"Who does he think he is? Even Horus couldn't escape unscathed from the manipulation of the four gods, so he's convinced he can use them."

Hadn't he seen enough of his father's ugliness back in the days of Vengeance? Now, he wants to be a second ridiculous, insane clown.

Kayan wanted to argue back, after all, who would dare to speak ill of his brother to his face?

But just as he tried to exert himself, the sharp pain in his neck and the emptiness in his body made it impossible for Kayan to muster any strength at all!

This made Kayan look at Ahriman with disgust.

He interrupted Kayan's plan to lead the war effort, kidnapping him on his way to Terra.

He took away Cayan's only purpose for survival, making him serve Abaddon in return for his kindness!

Kayan is very powerful; as Abaddon's right-hand man, he even once made Magnus kneel before the Warmaster—but in terms of psionic abilities, Kayan is indeed inferior to Ahriman.

Although Ahriman's existence, like Magnus's, is a joke played by Tzeentch, his psychic power is undeniably formidable.

Furthermore, due to the surprise attack, Kayan was unable to resist Ahriman and was captured by him.

The plan to surrender to the court was interrupted, and Kayan was forcibly taken to Comoros by Ahriman.

What exactly does he want to do? Does this self-important guy, just like Magnus, still want to pursue the Black Library?

Even if he was incredibly foolish, he shouldn't have ventured into the Comoros alone. Getting in was easy, but fighting his way out was an impossible task.

"What exactly are you pursuing, Ahriman?" Kayan said indifferently.

"The most precious knowledge can be found in the darkest halls of enlightenment, a vast treasure trove of mysteries," Ahriman said calmly.

"In the end, you're still chasing that unrealistic black library."

"Before I came here, I led the Red Letter in a cyber invasion." Ahriman paused for a moment, then said indifferently...

"As you can see, I've failed again. Those hateful clowns will never give me a chance to find their lair... But this time is different; I'm here on orders and a mission."

"Who?" Kayan frowned. There were very few people in this universe who could command Ahriman...

"A cunning and treacherous man."

A short word, and a perfectly reasonable answer... but it still plunged the scene into a deathly, awkward silence.

"Hahaha, Ahriman, did Tyrion eat your brain?" Kayan burst into laughter at Ahriman, seemingly unable to contain himself any longer.

"You actually believe the promise of the Lord of All Changes? To obey his orders and risk your life to take me with you to do such a foolish thing?!"

Anyone who follows Tzeentch, whether a regular follower of Chaos or his chosen champion... the first thing they must learn is not to believe a single word from the Lord of Change.

Can Tzeentch's promises be trusted? Of course, you can certainly believe him.

But just like Magnus was fooled, believing his words will definitely not achieve the desired result.

The opposite of the logic of the master of all changes is the manifestation of chaotic movement... that is to say, once there is a beginning, the result will inevitably be led to another path.

Moreover, Tzeentch wasn't without his tricks; the spell that turned the entire Legion's mutated brothers to ashes was a gift from Tzeentch.

It's normal for someone to be fooled once, but to be fooled every time is just foolish.

“He sent the Weaver of Fate to me,” Ahriman said coldly, ignoring Kayan’s mockery.

“The warp is undergoing tremendous changes. Khorne’s domain is sealed off, the direction of the Eternal War has shifted, and the Lord of Changes needs us to make an impact in Comoros—I don’t care whether he keeps his promise, but before that, I can at least find an opportunity.”

For ten thousand years, Ahriman has been searching for knowledge in the subspace and the physical universe... but the Black Library, which is most likely to answer his questions, is one that Ahriman can never enter.

Ultimately, it was those clown troupes that kept stopping him, and Ahriman was fed up with it...

He was getting impatient after being thwarted when he was so close to the result in Arcadia.

Since these clowns enjoy stopping me so much, then I'll destroy them all!

Ahriman wasn't arrogant enough to think that he and his wandering sons could stand up to the theater troupe supported by the God of Laughter...

Therefore, his purpose in coming to Comoros was not entirely due to Tzeentch's promise, but rather to stir up trouble.

Comoros is a very important place for the clown troupe.

When each clown troupe travels around the network of performances, they usually need to stop in Comoros to resupply or evade pursuers.

This is the only remaining legacy of the Ancient Spirit Empire. Once this place is destroyed, the Spirit race will be reduced to a nomadic race!

Whether from a human perspective or a scholar's perspective, Ahriman would be happy to give these pointy-eared people a good beating!

"So, what did Tzeentch want you to do here?"

“Summon a demon,” Ahriman said indifferently, as he took out a scroll made of dried human skin…

Kayan frowned, took it, and looked at the ancient name recorded on it. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Aliman and whispered...

"You want to summon the Seed of Destruction?"

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"You want to summon Khorne's first prince in Comoros? You can't succeed."

Looking at the scroll Ahriman handed over, and knowing the big thing his old colleague was about to do...

Kayan's first reaction was to reject Ahriman's approach from a scholarly perspective.

Yes, there's no way he could do that.

Regardless of whether it was suicidal for him, a chosen one of Tzeentch, to summon Khorne's first demon prince, even if he were allowed to do so, it would be virtually impossible for him to do so in Comoros.

Comoros, as the central city of the Web, has possessed a strong ability to repel subspace predators from outside the Web since its inception.

The webs created by the ancients are like living conduits crisscrossing the subspace. They can self-repair to a certain extent and prevent predators from entering and disrupting the order of the webs.

Unless you're like Magnus with a buff from Tzeentch, able to shatter the main body of the Web with a single psychic punch... it's almost impossible for you to summon demons within the Web.

After all, if demons can be summoned here in Comoros, it means that Slaanesh can control this place at any time...

It's a miracle that the Dark Prince didn't eat them all up as snacks, given this huge group of reckless Dark Eldar and the cult of lust that were once followers of Slaanesh.

"Everything is possible."

Ahriman answered in a muffled voice, seemingly unwilling to reveal his magical abilities to Kayan...

“Alright…” Kayan sighed. At this point, he had no leverage left to refuse Ahriman.

"So, you plan to take the two of us and overthrow Comoros? Ha, what a visionary plan—So, First Company Commander, where do we go next?"

Ahriman ignored Kayan's barbed words, remained silent for a moment, and then looked calmly at the massive Kane Arena in front of him...

"We'll go in and observe what happens."

This is not a very rational move. Two Chaos Space Marines who have smuggled themselves in actually want to sneak into the arena, which houses a large number of Dark Eldar, to observe the forbidden. Once they are exposed, they probably won't be able to escape even if they want to.

But Kayan stopped mocking Ahriman and simply followed him into the vast arena before them.

The vast arena had enough entrances and shadows to conceal their presence, and with only a negligible amount of psionic assistance, they could safely infiltrate the arena.

Soon, they arrived at a high-ranking private room belonging to the Dark Eldar. After a friendly "exchange" using psychic powers, they quickly gained ownership of the noble's private room.

Meanwhile, the seats in the Kane Grand Arena were almost completely filled.

From now on, those aircraft piercing the sky will no longer be mere gunboats, but something that better highlights the identity of their users.

The magnificent chariot engraved with the venomous rose arrived directly above the Kane Grand Arena without entering the arena... because that pleasure airship was the vehicle of these important figures.

"The Venomous Tongue Conspiracy is Marles..."

Kayan, who had a deep understanding of the Dark Eldar, spoke in a low voice, and soon his gaze locked onto the other aircraft...

The figure descending from the massive Destroyer platform was met with cheers from all the Dark Eldar in the arena…

Whether they liked it or not, the pale, emaciated figure on the throne was their ruler.

“The ruthless overlord Victor…”

It was not surprising that so many Comorian dignitaries gathered on the Night of Revelation; Kayan had heard Nefertari talk about the Comoros before.

But what appeared next made Kayan's expression turn horrified.

The two who arrived after Beavikt did not have the same grand entrance as him and Marles, nor did they elicit any cheers.

In fact, the moment they arrived, all the Dark Elf race members fell silent, as if uttering even a single extra word might anger the two figures above.

One was a figure controlling a gigantic, dragon-like, stitched-together chimera. Its twisted and bizarre posture, along with its chilling demeanor that silenced the entire Comoros, was enough for Kayan to guess its identity.

"Grandmaster Bloodlust, how could that old monster..."

Kayan said in a low voice, his eyes darting around.

His Nefertari was ultimately lost at the hands of these Bloodlusts; when Abaddon and he attacked the Comoros, he didn't have time to deal with them...

Of course, no matter how eager he was to try, Kayan still knew his limits.

Let alone now, even in his prime, if Ahriman were to cause trouble in Comoros, especially in front of this old monster, he would most likely be in trouble.

If the arrival of Lacas silenced all the Dark Eldar due to their deepest fear, then the figure that followed caused the entire arena to erupt in a frenzy after the initial silence.

It was a pitch-black, ancient-style nightmare armor, with traditional nightmare-inducing devices embedded within it...

The demons that resembled white, withered bones were made from the soulstones of the Ark Eldar bishops, and were equipped with a pair of dual Clive blades, making their appearance unique in the entire Nightmare Shrine.

Derazar, the Blade Master...

The Overlord, who almost never leaves the Nightmare Shrine, has come to the Cain's Grand Arena on this Night of Revelation. Does this mean that the Blademaster is about to enter the battle?

Such a possibility sent shivers of excitement through every member of the Dark Eldar!

They feared the power and terrifying legends surrounding Drajar, yet they were also filled with anticipation, excitement, and the joy that might ensue.

But Drazza ignored the roaring cheers... and simply hopped lightly from his airship to the side of Victor's throne...

He stood silently beside the overlord of Youdu, like a loyal guard.

"Oh, my friend, I'm so happy that you arrived on time today."

Victor maintained his mask-like smile, trying to ingratiate himself with the Blademaster beside him. However, Drazza merely nodded; this incredibly arrogant attitude did not displease Victor in the slightest.

"Ariman, what are you hiding?"

Kayan turned to look at Ahriman, who was still extracting the memories of the Dark Eldar, and growled in a low voice...

"Something's definitely not right about this Night of Revelation! The Dark Eldar are making such a big fuss, something unexpected must be going to happen—damn it, could there be a coup or a purge tonight?!"