Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 841 [283.] The buried truth

The past is like smoke, lingering around each other, making it difficult to distinguish the truth.

The sacrificed person witnessed the whole truth.

He offered the sacrifice voluntarily.

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Guilliman's eyes reflected the small arks in the raging sea. The small and broken warship array seemed as small as a group of fishing boats beside the giant ship.

Guilliman's mouth curled up.

Even if the other Guilliman had deliberately separated Fenus Manus from the entire Chaos Empire and kept his distance, he would not have expected the current scene.

The cold-blooded king came in person just to strangle Fenus - Guilliman knew the importance of Fenus. Compared with other Primarchs, Fenus touched the foundation of the Empire more.

[attack.]
Guilliman said softly, and then he was satisfied to see a ray of light illuminating his sight—countless torpedoes and light spears rushed out from under the bows, illuminating the void.

Fighters set sail, escort ships swarmed with heavy cruisers, thousands of fireworks rose from the powerful battleships, and the flames of the engines roared across the Milky Way. The number of warships under his command was enough to easily overwhelm Fenus's fleet.

[Guilliman] never fights an unprepared battle. He owns an entire empire, which is the best gift of his imperial power.

And now...if Fenus really wants to win...

Guilliman blinked, curiously watching the fleets under Fenus rapidly forming up. The Primarch with an iron will turned his fleets into a fist in a very short time and space. The fleets gathered together and wrapped around the main ship in the center layer by layer.

...There is only one last option left, a tactic that will never go wrong in this galaxy.

Guilliman pondered, his hand on the sword at his waist, watching the fist suddenly speed up and hit Guilliman's ship straight, almost at the cost of his life.
Guilliman could see the light cruisers led by Fenus collide with his warships and were thrown out of control into the distance, but after that, after peeling off a piece of flesh and blood, Fenus's fist continued to smash towards Guilliman at an almost furious speed.

That's right... [Guilliman] turned around and prepared to greet his "guest". Finus Manus planned to use boarding battle, which was also the only solution under the huge difference in combat power.

Guilliman was just waiting for Finus to board him. The heavy battleship under his feet had already made all preparations for the boarding battle. In this heavily guarded area, Guilliman would capture Finus alive and then pollute his soul.

He will bring another piece of good news to the Chaos Empire——

Just like before, he always wins.

Guilliman smiled, unable to help but recall the scene of that year.

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【past】

Another fate line

[A beautiful arrangement, my brother, and proof of your commitment to the Emperor's commands.]
Wearing beautiful blue armor, Robert Guilliman and Mortarion walked towards the palace together. First, they needed to pass through the palace garden, the layout of which was in charge of Perturabo.

As Guilliman strolled, he seemed to look up and marvel at the golden ribbons and sculptures arranged in the air. Beside him walked Perturabo, and the expressionless primarch just sneered after hearing Guilliman's praise.

[No one will disregard his orders.]
Perturabo pointed this out mercilessly, causing Mortarion, who had been silent, to suddenly turn his head and glance at Guilliman, but Guilliman still had a perfect smile on his face.
[That is right - I am sincerely happy for what our great Perturabo has accomplished, and I am glad to see Terra standing firm under your leadership, although I was saddened for a long time when you and your Legion left the Great Crusade.]
[Mortarion] raised his eyes and looked at [Guilliman] who was speaking sweet words without blushing or beating his heart.

[Real power should be used where it is truly needed.]
Perturabo sneered, but it was obvious that Guilliman's words were very helpful to him. Mortarion also hurriedly took advantage of the opportunity.

[Our father would be proud of you... I think I should take back my thought that Dorne would be more suitable, Perturabo - when I see an impregnable fortress.]
[Oh!]
[Perturabo] suddenly waved his hand and opened the door to the main hall for the two Primarchs. The Primarch stood sideways beside the door with a stern face.

[I know what you are thinking - although I admit that what you said is extremely correct, please stop trying to get close to me. I won't speak nice words for you in front of him.]
[How sad, I thought we would care more closely.]
Guilliman joked with a smile, but without stopping, he went straight into the magnificent main hall. Mortarion took one last glance at Perturabo before leaving.

[Perturabo] frowned and blinked. He seemed to have seen something in the pale primarch's eyes, but the strange light flashed away.

The main hall was magnificent, like a mountain of gold made of gold coins plundered by a giant dragon. Countless reliefs that dazzled the Primarch were singing and dancing on the walls. In a trance, those finely carved figures and monsters seemed to come alive in the flickering candlelight and lamplight, and their faces moved strangely under the shadow and light.

A giant crystal chandelier as big as a Land Raider hung above the hall, emitting a dazzling light. Each crystal was enough to buy an entire A-class galaxy. Countless distorted figures of servants were reflected on it, flowing like a stream.

The sound of music rang out briskly in the hall. It was not yet the agreed time, so the dinner had not started. Mortarion looked around. In addition to the mortals who were hurriedly and gracefully strolling in the hall, he saw the primarchs who had arrived before them.

[Guilliman! Mortarion! Here!]
[Magnus] raised the wine glass in his hand high, laughed and called the two primarchs over, his red hair fluttering, and he was in high spirits. After all, if there were no accidents, today would be an unprecedented celebration banquet - to celebrate the successful completion of the Great Crusade.

But unfortunately, this dinner will ultimately remain in Magnus' imagination, the delicacies will be splattered with blood, and the son will cut his father's throat with a sword.

The two Primarchs, each with their own agenda, walked over, and Mortarion felt that Magnus seemed to be relieved.

Magnus and Fulgrim seemed to have nothing to talk about. Phoenix was too serious and was only friendly with Finus.

Therefore, Guilliman and Mortarion, who have a good reputation among the Primarchs, are better conversation partners for Magnus.

Magnus raised his glass to Fulgrim, and the two Primarchs clinked their glasses and drank. Then Magnus took this as a signal to end the conversation and looked at Guilliman and Mortarion.

Oh, Magnus greeted Guilliman first, and then Mortarion - after all, Robert Guilliman was the Warmaster who led them to victory in the Great Crusade.

[A toast to our wise warmaster.]
Magnus said, raising his glass, the wine flowing in his glass, and the Primarchs present drank another round.

Guilliman drank the wine in one gulp, smiled and raised his hand slightly to signal,

[It’s all thanks to all of us brothers here. I’m just taking up a title.]
[When did you become so modest, Guilliman?]
[Magnus] said rashly, perhaps because of the celebration banquet, the Primarch became lazy, or perhaps he was just so arrogant.

[I remember you were not like this in the beginning - Guilliman, I remember you loved to steal the limelight when you were on Terra, and I remember Russ was not convinced by you at that time.]
Mortarion saw the blue in Guilliman's eyes deepen a little, perhaps a sign of anger, but Robert Guilliman never showed his true emotions. He would only show just the right amount of anger when he should be angry.

[It’s been too long.]
Guilliman waved his hand and casually picked up a new glass of wine from the tray of a mortal servant beside him. As a result, everyone's eyes and attention followed the Primarch's hand and were subtly interrupted.

[I remember little of my childhood on Terra, other than the respect and love I felt for our father, and the pain I felt at the moment of the final catastrophe.]
[Ah——I do remember part of it.]
Magnus was not aware of anything wrong and continued to follow Guilliman's words. Fulgrim was just watching silently, probably waiting for Finus, and did not hear anything wrong either.

[Our father’s severity and kindness, his wonderful knowledge—especially the surprise I felt when I used my psychic powers for the first time, that wonderful feeling…]
[Magnus] seemed to be lost in endless memories, as if he was about to start singing the praises of the beauty of psychic power in the next moment.

[Mortarion] didn't want to listen to [Magnus'] long speeches at all, and often at this time [Magnus] would drag [Mortarion], the only other psychic Primarch, into the mix, and force [Mortarion] to acknowledge the beauty of psychic power.

Out of courtesy and other needs, Mortarion would pretend to admit it.

But in the sight of the Pale Primarch, while they were talking about the wonders of psychic energy, Mortarion sadly saw two puppets. He himself was stained with the light of the three chaos, while Magnus, who was talking, was filled with bright blue.

Fortunately, Guilliman interrupted Magnus's further progress in time.
[Psychic energy...Excuse me, my friend, are your eyes also made of psychic energy? I vaguely remember that you still had eyes when you were on Terra.]
Guilliman looked at Magnus with amusement. The Crimson Primarch was stunned. It was obvious that the memory of losing his eyes had been simply and roughly erased from his brain.

[I really don’t remember…]
Guilliman's words were a bit too abrupt and offensive. Even Fulgrim, who was standing there in a daze, frowned slightly and looked at Guilliman. However, the door suddenly opened again, interrupting their thoughts. The Primarchs looked towards the door.
[Perturabo] came in with [Sanguinius] and [Angron].

[Guilliman, Mortarion,]
Perturabo, who was standing by the door and watching the two Primarchs enter the hall, shouted into the hall with a stern look on his face.

[Father is looking for you... Don't keep him waiting too long - Oh, how lucky, he hasn't summoned his heirs in person for decades... And it has to be his great warmaster, oh, Mortarion, you may be an accident.]
[Mortarion] blinked, no longer angry because of the verbal offense, he raised his glass and drank the wine in the glass, put his glass down casually, and walked towards the exit. [Guilliman] behind him did not forget [Magnus] and smiled back with a hint of ridicule.

They passed by Sanguinius and Angron, with only brief nods to each other - as if they were not very familiar with each other.

But in fact, Mortarion has already seen the common butcher knife in their hands.

Magnus stood behind them, his original thoughts interrupted by Angron's laughter.

Guilliman's question seemed to really confuse the Crimson Primarch. Magnus frowned and began to wonder why he had never thought about these questions and never cared about this.

What happened the day Terra fell, when the Primarchs were thrown across the galaxy? Why has he been missing an eye ever since?
He was left behind by Guilliman, who smiled, walked towards Perturabo, and left the main hall with Mortarion.

Perturabo put pressure on the two Primarchs with a cold face, angry that the Emperor called them instead of Perturabo.

Then, Perturabo closed the door with some anger, and the door slammed shut behind them.

The first step of the plan went smoothly.

The second person who came to call them out and was leading the way for them was not Perturabo, but Alpha.

The smile on Guilliman's face faded, and the trees in the Terran Gardens cast a mottled, shifting haze on his face.

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【The past of the past】

Another fate line

[Blue psychic energy... fucking... blue psychic energy! Magnus, look me in the eye and swear - you saw blue light coming out of Malcador! ]

Late at night in the Primarch's bedroom, Russ suddenly grabbed Magnus' arm and shook it violently, causing Magnus to almost foam at the mouth.

[Wait - I'm number 15, and my name is not Magnus!]
Number 15——Magnus, who had not yet been named, growled softly,
[Stop shaking! I did see it. The day before yesterday when we were at the outdoor arena, I saw Malcador hurrying past a side corridor as I passed a window. There was definitely a flash of blue on him.]
After hearing what Magnus said, Russ suddenly let go of his hand. The wolf king lowered his head and racked his brains to think.
After a moment, Ruth's face turned pale.
[The side corridor... The side corridor connects to the underground labyrinth - is Malcador going to tamper with the Webway?! Or is it the Golden Throne...]
A being with the power of Tzeentch walking freely in the palace... Could it be that the Lord of Change intends to use Malcador to blow up the Webway before the Primarchs are even able to make a difference? !
[Why did Malcador betray?!]
Ruth roared in disbelief once again. Even though he had expected it, after it was actually confirmed, Ruth found it extremely difficult to accept. After all, the old man was one of the few normal people who gave him warmth and friendship since he came to this fate.

Leaving Magnus behind, Russ walked around the room anxiously. Finally, as if he had sorted out everything, Russ made up his mind.

No matter what, what's wrong with Malcador must be reported to the Emperor.

[Listen, Magnus, we will leave your room now and report the situation to the Custodians. Let the Custodians take us to the Emperor immediately. If the Emperor asks you questions next, you must tell the truth and I will explain the rest.]
After figuring all this out, Russ immediately dragged Magnus away without saying anything and walked towards the dormitory door.

[Huh?! Wait! You tell me what blue psychic energy means first - and it's curfew time! You idiot! How are you going to explain to our father that you were in my room during curfew - we will be punished!!!]
[Never mind your punishment! We have something far more serious to report than a curfew violation!]
The wolf king yelled, dragging Magnus, who was unwilling to go out, to the door, and then he suddenly opened the door.

"Those who stay up late are not good kids, my bad boys."

In the silent darkness, an old man with a calm face and a lantern stood at the door and spoke slowly. The lantern in his hand emitted a deep blue light, illuminating the face of [Malcador].

Malcador's eyes did not blink, and dense wrinkles crawled on the old man's face, making his appearance even more hideous and terrifying.

【? ! ! ! 】

This was a completely unexpected development. Russ wanted to shout immediately to attract the attention of others. At the same time, before he could react, his fist had already been swung out, rushing heavily towards Malcador.

But the next moment! A strong wind suddenly blew up from under Malcador's feet! Some huge force covered Rus' mouth tightly, making him unable to scream, and then he was overturned and smashed into the house together with Magnus.

Bang! ! !

No one could hear the huge sound. Malcador took a slow step forward and entered dormitory No. 15. The door slammed shut behind him, completely isolating the room from the outside world.

【Mmmmm!】

Russ tried to open his mouth and scream wildly, but he couldn't do it. The body he was in was still that of a child - but even if it was an adult Primarch, [Malcador] was capable of holding one down for a short period of time.

"Look what I found. Two naughty boys, gathering in private in violation of curfew - No. 6 and No. 15. I regret to inform you that you do not need to attend tomorrow's class. As punishment for your violation of the rules, you will need to spend a day in detention."

Then Malcador glanced at Russ with contempt.
"Reckless," he said, "If I hadn't covered up your actions, you would have been discovered long ago."

[Wait a minute - Teacher! Number Six came here by force! I've been trying to expel him, but he threatened me with force!]
Magnus, not knowing the truth, switched sides directly. Russ was so angry that he almost fainted. Now their only hope is Khan, but in order not to involve Khan, Russ had always kept a distance from Khan - could the White Scars Primarch notice anything was wrong?
But before that...

Rus stared at Malcador with a look of extreme hatred and contempt. Realizing Rus's gaze, Malcador chuckled and waved his hand to make the noisy Magnus fall into a deep sleep.

"Smart little fellow... Leman Russ, right? I don't remember your father giving you such a name."

The wolf king felt that his throat, which had been strangled tightly, suddenly opened a small gap. In the strong feeling of suffocation, he opened his mouth, blood flowed out of his mouth, and uttered his curses and questions.
[Malcador... why... betrayed...]

Malcador blinked, and the blue lantern in his hand became brighter.

"Why betray? Leman Russ, perhaps I should ask you this question -

Why are you loyal? Number 5, what is the reason for your loyalty?

Seeing the astonishment on Rus's face, Malcador gave a bitter smile and was unwilling to say more. Among the many children of the Emperor, he loved Rus the most, but he did not expect that Rus would blindly trust the Emperor.

"Sleep well,"

Malcador said, turning away. Russ felt a huge drowsiness coming over him. His eyelids began to stick together and tremble.

"After tomorrow...you will understand that I am saving you."

The door was opened gently and closed again.

Only two little ones who fell asleep were left in the house.

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Magnus shuddered, his eyes were empty and he felt cold all over. He stared at the wine in the glass. His red face was reflected in the blue wine, and above it, one of his eyes disappeared forever.

He remembered part of it.

Guilliman and Mortarion had been gone for a while, and with the addition of Angron, the warm-up king, the whole main hall was filled with laughter and joy, and the best of each legion also entered, but now Magnus became indifferent.

He chose a dimly lit corner, frowned and thought about what had happened. Cold sweat slid down his forehead, but among the Primarchs who were laughing and discussing loudly, it seemed that only Fulgrim noticed that something was wrong with Magnus, while Angron continued to talk with Sanguinius.

[Are you okay, Magnus?]
While Angron, Sanguinius and the Emperor's Child were talking, Fulgrim frowned and asked Magnus in a low voice. At this moment, the Red Primarch's face was extremely pale.

But for some reason, Angron and Sanguinius seemed to have seen nothing. Were they the same primarchs before? Fulgrim frowned tightly, and he began to look forward to Finus arriving here soon.

[I...remembered something about the past.]
Magnus laughed.

[There are too many people. I'm going outside to get some fresh air.]
Then he hurriedly put down the wine glass as if he was fleeing. As if there was an extremely terrifying existence in the blue liquid, Magnus stood up and left the hall in a panic.

[Magnus...something seems wrong?]
Fulgrim said worriedly, but was interrupted by Angron's laughter. Angron, who was covered in jewels, casually put his hand on Fulgrim's shoulder and hugged him tightly.

[That kid is probably trying some forbidden technique on me again.]
Angron winked and whistled at Fulgrim, who barely concealed his disgust. The Primarch immediately put aside the matter of Magnus and focused on saving himself from Angron.

[I feel his red head is now full of his little things.]
Angron laughed loudly, and when Fulgrim lowered his head and pulled his hand, the madness in the Primarch's smile flashed away.

They are always ready to draw their swords, aren’t they? ………………………………

Something’s wrong…something’s wrong!

Magnus left the main hall in a daze and came into the garden. The Primarch walked silently, letting his steps take him to other places.

If the Primarch had paid attention at this moment, he would have realized that the palace gardens were now eerily quiet - there should only be a few warriors stationed here, and only in the shadows of the trees could the Primarch's figure and the fleeting Space Marines be seen.

However, due to the dusty memories being opened, Magnus was not aware that anything was wrong. When he came to his senses again, he found himself walking along the garden and standing at the foot of the abandoned palace.

It is the site of the old palace destroyed by the Terra storm. After the storm, this part of the palace was abandoned.

The Primarch was standing on the side corridor at this moment——

It was the place where he saw Makado flash by that year.

[Magnus] raised his head tremblingly, with great confusion in his one eye. He stood in the middle of the corridor, and the hole that led straight to the underground was whistling at him, like a bloody mouth, faintly calling him.

What else happened on that day?
How had that Warp storm... that storm that had scattered the Primarchs across the galaxy arisen from deep within the Imperial Palace?

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【The past of the past】

Magnus woke up with a rustling sound. He opened his eyes in confusion and found that Russ, who was lying at his feet, was also trying hard to sit up, staggering as if he was drunk.

The rustling sound that woke them up came from the door.

Magnus immediately became alert, but his body and mind were still recovering and he could not react. The Primarch's intelligence screamed in his mind, hoping it was not their father -

He was still unable to accept the punishment from the Emperor.

Just as Magnus screamed silently, the door opened with a click.

A man of similar height to them slipped in and immediately closed the door. Khan took off his hood, walked naturally to Ruth's side, and pulled Ruth up.

【Ah... good brother... you are simply a god. 】

Russ slurred his words as the Khan threw him onto the bed, the Primarch continuing to struggle to regain control of his body.

There was definitely psychic energy applied to the door lock. Rus didn't know how Khan opened it, but if he asked, the Khan would probably just give him a faint reply - he knew a thing or two about psychic energy.

Oh my brother, this is not a sign of knowledge.

The Wolf King sighed in his heart. The Khan was speechless. He glanced at Russ, pulled up Magnus who was lying on the ground again, and threw him on the bed in the same way.

【I noticed you were not there during the morning study.】

Khan said simply,

Russ really didn't know how he got here. Ever since the Primarch was taken out of the room, they had been under the supervision of the Custodians, Malcador, and sometimes even the Emperor. There was no room for the Khan to slip out.

[I'm not sure what happened, was it a minor fight or if you guys really found something, so I took advantage of the moment to choose my weapon and sneak out. Now I have two minutes.]

[Oh my god... Khan... I finally understand why the All-Father chose you to be my partner. You are the most powerful Primarch I have ever seen.]

Russ sighed that this man from the grassland was simply a superman. It took him only five minutes to select and maintain the weapons. During this time, the Emperor allowed the Primarchs to interact with each other, and the Khan probably took advantage of the chaos to sneak out.

After all, Khan’s presence is usually very low, and his disappearance will not be noticed for a while.

【I hope you get to the point, or I'm leaving. 】

The Khan frowned, obviously dissatisfied.

[Malcador has surrendered to the Lord of Change, it's confirmed - I wanted to inform the All-Father, but Malcador discovered it in advance.]

Ruth said weakly, trying to prop himself up, but failed again.

The Khan was silent, then he pulled up his hood again and threw a pistol and a dagger at Russ.

[I will go back and inform the Emperor now. Zaoxiu is not here. Erda informed us of the course - the next one is a full-day psychic education. He wants us to go to the underground labyrinth.]

With just a few words, Ruth realized the seriousness of the problem.

[They are preparing to take action today...]

The Wolf King said through gritted teeth, and the Khan nodded as he strode away.

[I'll go back first. Come find me when you recover... As for him...]

The White Scar Primarch glanced back at Magnus with a complicated look.
【It depends on your mood, Ruth.】

The door was opened and then half-closed again.

[Wait?! What on earth happened?!]
Magnus asked in astonishment, while Russ wiped his face, stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, and lowered his voice.

[In short... big things are going to happen today, Magnus. As I said, Malcador has betrayed, he has allied... allied with a monster from the Warp, who wants to cause trauma to our father, our Imperium.]

[But our fathers say that there are no other beings in the Warp, nor any will that could possibly exist.]
Magnus objected seriously.

This sentence undoubtedly made Russ let out a huge sigh. The Wolf King seemed to be about to get angry in the next second, but he held back in an instant.
He may not have taught correctly.

Ruth said, choking up.
[Magnus... I don't want to tell you too much. You are still too young and too arrogant. There are too many things I can't tell you. I am afraid that you will go astray again...]

Magnus was silent. He had long realized that Russ was different.

[Do you have a previous life, Ruth? Or... are you from the future?]
[…You are very close to the truth, Magnus, but I cannot give you an answer. Magnus, stay here until I or the Khan return.]

The wolf king grunted and stood up, putting the weapon the Khan had thrown to him into his belt.

[Hey?! Wait what do you mean—I want to go too!]
[Haha, just lie down and enjoy your life, Red Ogryn. While your eyes are still good, enjoy your life.]

The wolf king laughed, and before Magnus could catch him, he rushed out of the room at an unimaginable speed and slammed the door behind him.

Only Magnus was left standing at the door.
[No?! Who is Ogryn? ! ! !]
[Magnus] yelled and began to try to open the door, but it didn't move at all. After trying in vain, the Primarch angrily slammed the door a few times and walked back to the room angrily.

How should he get out...?
Magnus thought, and then he saw the window - on those nights, the Wolf King relied on climbing through the window to find Magnus.

Since that stupid dog can do it, then so can he.

[Magnus] thought, moved the books on the desk, and then climbed onto the desk.

He looked outside, and was intimidated by the height of the room he was in. It was a little too high for a Primarch.

It’s okay... It’ll be fine, Magnus comforted himself, and he stepped out -

Then, a bright blue light flashed before his eyes——

The palace suddenly trembled. Boom! ! ! ! A huge explosion erupted from deep within the palace! The dull sound spread throughout the palace.

Magnus's feet went weak and he fell.

boom! ! !
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boom! ! ! !

[Magnus] turned his head suddenly, and the last image in his sight was the huge fireworks rising from the main hall of the celebration banquet, and countless explosions rising from around the palace - just like the scene that this eyeball witnessed that year.

Above the sky, dazzling spears of light fell along with the macro cannon.

An unbearable burning and pain flared up from his nonexistent eye sockets, and Magnus fell down in agony.

boom! ! !
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【Past? %￥Now&*￥#@Future? ? ?】

boom! ! !
Magnus stood up trembling. He stretched out his hands in disbelief and found that his hands were so small and young at the moment. He subconsciously touched his eyes, and both of them were there.

Is he back in time? Is this an illusion? Or is he lost in his memories? Magnus gasped and turned his head to look at the passage leading to the underground, which was like a huge mouth of the abyss.

As if he had received some kind of inspiration, Magnus walked towards there, panting. Beside him, countless guards hurriedly passed by him - but it seemed as if they could not see Magnus at all.

One step, then another.

The blood of the fighting Iron Warriors and Ultramarines splattered on the wall beside Magnus, and the fighting Space Marines stabbed each other with swords and rolled at Magnus' feet - as if they could not see Magnus at all.

+My child... is a real delight to me. +
A huge blue light descended, and a light and soft feather brushed across his face, causing the Primarch to feel a sense of fear and familiarity. The next moment, he felt that half of his vision was missing -

Some kind of blue down covered one of his eyes.

+Look... Little Magnus, Little Magnus... As the Primarch who betrayed me, you have the right to see the truth. Look, look. Only a wise man can see the truth. +
Magnus' steps never stopped. He trembled as he entered the intricate underground labyrinth. Inside, countless demons were howling and fighting with the rushing imperial guards. The huge blue light almost filled the entire underground labyrinth.

+Look...what do you see? +
Soft, extremely confusing words echoed in Magnus' ears.

The Primarch raised his head and saw the roaring Emperor high up in a building deep in the labyrinth, his black hair flying in the wind.

Opposite his young father, Malcador was laughing wildly and mocking with his arms wide open in the blue storm.

"Nyos - that's enough! Stop inflicting your ambition and suffering on humans!!!"

+Is this true, little Magnus? Is what you see the truth? +
The hand covering one of his eyes was suddenly removed, covering his other eye. Magnus gasped in horror as he saw that the Emperor he had once respected had suddenly become larger, darker, and more terrifying, like some more ancient and more blasphemous creation.

[That is...what is that?]
[Magnus] felt that his worldview was collapsing.

+Your father, no doubt.+
After another exchange, the hand returned and covered the eye that was originally covered.

Magnus almost screamed, Mortarion was now standing in the place where Malcador had been! ! !
Mortarion gasped and faced their father, three strange flames burning on his armor, and Magnus could see the blasphemous source beneath it at a glance.

+What did you see again? +
The voice was still giving gentle persuasion, and once again kindly changed Magnus's eyes to "see", as if it was enjoying Magnus's fear and pain.

[Magnus] felt his soul screaming. As a blinded individual, he would only be allowed to know the answer before being sacrificed. He felt that the hands covering his eyes were switching back and forth as if with evil fun, sometimes making him see with his left eye, sometimes making him see with his right eye.

The bodies of the Custodians were exchanged back and forth with the Space Marines who were fighting. Magnus saw the Death Guards beheaded by the Iron Warriors' swords, and the Custodians strangled by the Great Demons - he saw blue flames, golden flames - and black flames!

He screamed - but no one could hear his scream. He looked into the distance in horror and saw the golden Emperor, the black Emperor, Malcador who was burning himself, Mortarion who was sacrificing his soul, the ruined human empire, the future of humanity being enslaved, he saw - saw - saw -

I saw the Dark King slowly standing up on the golden throne.

+Did you see it? Did you see it? +
In the face of the rapidly changing reality, that voice rang out, with mockery and elegance,
+Child, you saw it, you saw it, right? Malcador is the real wise man, he chose the right path - look at your father, so unbearable, so cruel... hehe... the dark king...+
+He will sacrifice all of humanity in exchange for His own ascension to God. +
[Wait - I don't understand - No - that's not the case - Our Father -]
Magnus felt an indescribable tearing sensation in his soul. He felt as if his entire brain was torn apart. The moment before, he was still happily waiting for the celebration of the Great Crusade, but in less than a quarter of an hour, he had "remembered", or came to an illusion or truth that he could not understand.

Magnus opened his mouth hard, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but the chill spreading from deep within his bones told him that he knew it was all true.

The Black King is real, existing in his father's soul.

+Children…+
The voice continued to seduce me temptingly.
+Your father was a tyrant, and Malcador only wished to save humanity, and you as well... Make a pact with me, give me half of your soul, and I will grant you power - and you will save your brothers from their suffering. +
Brothers?!

[Magnus] was startled and subconsciously wanted to shout Rus's name, but his shout echoed throughout the area, but there was no response from No. 5.

But other beings responded to him.

The little Magnus, who was still young and had his eyes intact, heard footsteps, turned around and saw No. 13.

[That is our father.]
Thirteen said calmly, his eyes filled with a blue that [Magnus] couldn't understand.

He walked up to Magnus, whose vision was still half blocked.

[Oh...Magnus, what are you looking at?]
No. 13 spoke and stretched out his hand, as if brushing away a very light feather, to remove something from Magnus' eyes. Magnus suddenly felt that his entire vision had broadened.

At the same time, the voice that echoed in his ears disappeared.

Magnus blinked in astonishment. The figure in front of him twisted and changed. He saw Thirteen as a child, the Warmaster Guilliman who had just left the celebration banquet, and a cold-blooded king Guilliman wearing a crown.

[Magnus, why did you run out of the main hall too?]
Guilliman asked with a smile,

[Malcador has rebelled! - No! No no that's not right! Guilliman! There's a civil war on Terra?! I saw your army following -]
Magnus' tongue suddenly seemed to be tied. The Iron Warriors were stationed on Terra. If Guilliman's army was fighting the Iron Warriors...then - then - ah? ! !

Guilliman lowered his head and sighed.
[I'm afraid it's just what you imagined, my friend.]
Guilliman raised his head and looked towards the platform, and Magnus subconsciously followed his gaze - he saw the horrifying scene, a monster that survived by absorbing a part of all humanity.

Magnus opened his mouth in horror and blinked hard, and the next moment, his respectable father appeared in that position again.

[What…what are these, Guilliman?]
[the truth.]
Guilliman said calmly,
[These are the truths that Tzeentch wants you to see, Magnus, but these truths are only in the past and present - and I will let you see the future.]
Guilliman put his hand on Magnus' shoulder, and the next moment - Magnus saw something even more horrifying - a scene so horrifying that he couldn't even make a sound to scream.

He saw the Emperor and Tzeentch, the two severely wounded, bloody monsters screaming, cursing, devouring, and cursing each other, but it was so ridiculous and futile.

Because a long sword flashing with blue and golden flames nailed them together on the golden throne.

[You see... that's it, Magnus.]
Guilliman's voice gradually became blurred, distorted, and distant.
[You need to make your own choice, Magnus.]
+You need to make your own choice, little Magnus.+
Magnus screamed in pain and saw Malcador's body about to burn out like a dead tree in the wind.

+After all, the souls of mortals are insignificant. Only the soul of the Primarch is enough to allow me to enter the palace... Don't worry, little Magnus, your father won't know it's yours. +
(End of this chapter)