Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 238 Prospero's Endgame

With broken wings, Magnus fell to the ground like a swatted mosquito.

At this moment, he was extremely puzzled.

Although it seemed that he was beaten at this moment, he was a little embarrassed, but feeling the power of corruption gathered in the distance, he showed a smile.

"Seeking your own way."

"boom"

Another close contact with the familiar land, Magnus felt like his spine was about to break.

But it doesn't matter, because he knows that the opponent's style of killing 800 and destroying 1000 will not last long.

Magnus, who has personally experienced their true power, knows that forcibly inheriting their power is tantamount to suicidal.

Soon, enduring the pain from all over his body, he crawled out of the pit again.

There was still pain at the cuts of both arms, which was caused by Ruth before.

Even if he provided a large amount of psionic energy, Magnus would not be able to restore the heavy damage these wolf kings had inflicted on him in a short period of time.

Being able to barely restore his arm to a state where at least there is no problem on the surface is already the limit for him at this moment.

He didn't choose to fly into the sky again, because he knew that those green fireballs that also had tracking functions couldn't be avoided at all.

But just as he climbed up the big hole he had smashed, he saw a soaring braid on the edge.

"Abba?"

Obviously, Abadan didn't have the time to talk nonsense with him.

The big ax that was already stained with blood swung directly towards Magnus's arm that was broken by Russ before.

The whistling sound it produced even made Magnus have a slight illusion of the return of the wolf king.

It can be said that if the psionic characteristics of the original body itself are set aside.

Abadan's combat skills are not inferior to that of Ruth, who doesn't know where to hide at the moment to lick his wounds.

It was also Ruth, who was hiding behind the scenes again, that caused Magnus to be distracted and alert to any disturbances around him at any time.

He tried to stimulate his spiritual energy again, and released a ball of blazing white flames to block the Abadan rushing in front of him.

But to his surprise, this seemingly ordinary spell fell off the chain at a critical moment.

The flame flickered in front of him for a moment, and then went out in the void.

(???)

He couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

But the sharp blade in Abadan's hand had already come to him.

Kankan raised the "Book of Magnus" in his hand to block it.

Feeling the huge force from his arm, Magnus was knocked back to the bottom of the pit again.

Old injuries recurred in both arms.

The tearing feeling caused by the wolf king resurfaced in his arms again.

Falling heavily to the bottom of the pit, Magnus finally felt a burning sensation in his back.

He glanced at the eyes on the back of the "Book of Magnus" that had been cut out with a large scar.

He finally understood the principle of the failure of the spiritual energy just now.

The rot was spreading on his back, and the connection between the wings and the back was almost eroded.

It was these foreign objects that destroyed the psychic model that Magnus was familiar with, and caused his attack that he wanted to use the fierce flames to drive back Abadan to fail.

Manipulate the giant eye in the distant sky to look at the ruins in the distance.

Looking at Karl who was still lying on the floor safely at this moment, Magnus silently nodded his praise.

"A respectable opponent, but that's all."

The same trick cannot take effect a second time.

When Abbadan jumped from the edge of the pit with an ax in hand, Magnus made a move.

Since it is impossible to condense psionic energy into a specific attack, then don't condense it.

Magnus, who has the blessing of Tzeentch, lacks spiritual power the most.

What he hit was a "Li Da Flying Brick".

According to Magnus' will, spiritual energy like a vast ocean rushed directly to Abadan.

No action is required.

Simply relying on the corruption in this massive amount of psionic energy, is it enough to stop Abbadan in his footsteps——?
Apparently Magnus miscalculated again here.

In other words, as long as there is someone other than Abadan here, he will succeed.

Granted, soak in that dose of corruption.

It is definitely not a good ending waiting for Abbadan.

Even Leman Russ didn't dare to touch his spirit with these psychic powers full of corruption in the warp.

But who is Abbadan?

As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes.

Anyway, for him, death is just a temporary end.

As long as you can hold on to your faith in your heart, what's the point even if your body is decayed and deformed?
This moment seems to be stretched for a very long time, long enough for Aba Dan to see the distortion that happened to him.

Soaked in the extremely strong subspace corruption, even the armor on his body showed distortions visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Abadan seemed to see another self in his destiny.

Gold-red claws, shining black armor, and a sword whispered by demons.

That might be the fate of Abadan in his plan.

"Ahhh!"

Roaring and roaring came out of his mouth involuntarily.

That may be Abaddon's fate, but it is definitely not Abaddon's fate.

His goal is only one from beginning to end.

And this goal was destined as early as the moment he met Horus and joined the "Shadow Moon Wolf".

Since the Warmaster of M42 is still on the side of the Emperor, how can he deviate from his original intention?
"Let the whole galaxy burn!"

The monster that had already lost its human form rushed towards Magnus with a violent gesture of exchanging his life for his life.

At this moment, even Magnus felt a little shocked.

The power ax, which was originally mediocre, has already completed its own tempering in the storm of psionic energy.

It's extremely unstable, yet deadly for the brief time it can stay that way.

If he took the ax hard, half his life would have to be confessed here.

And without even looking, he could guess that those wolf guards and imperial guards who were previously blocked by his psychic power were coming quickly just by relying on the large amount of vibrations coming from the surroundings.

It's okay to say anything else, but if you are approached by a large number of silent nuns.

Then he will more or less shed a layer of skin here.

And the most important thing is the temporarily missing wolf king.

If he is attacked again by the wolf king who doesn't talk about martial arts during the siege, then it's hard to say who will live and who will die.

So after a simple analysis of the pros and cons, Magnus still made a little concession.

"Carlos, it's your turn."

He made contact in the Warp psychically, and Tzeentch dispatched his reinforcements.

"Tsk tsk tsk, just look at it and I knew you would agree."

Carlos' slightly sarcastic reply made him feel very uncomfortable.

But even so, Magnus had to make some compromises in order to completely solve the problem of the flesh and blood distortion of the Thousand Sons.

Taking advantage of the adjustable time flow in the subspace, Magnus quickly agreed to the additional conditions he proposed.

He is well aware that there are some extremely disgusting terms hidden in it, but generally speaking, as long as he continues to stand on the side of chaos, there will be no problems with these terms.

Therefore, in the face of these tiankengs on the bright side, Magnus chose to pretend to be confused with his understanding.

Finally, in the satisfied smile of Life Weaver Carlos.

The two sides happily reached a seemingly mutually beneficial and win-win terms.

Aside from those details, the most important one is-"As long as Magnus remains loyal to him, the flesh and blood distortion will naturally be lifted after the Prospero incident, and all people who choose to follow Mag With the collected souls, the thousand sons of Nus can be resurrected one by one on the wizard star and rebuild the legion."

But is this seemingly wonderful clause really as easy to achieve as it seems?
At least Carl doesn't think so.

An almost insane drowsiness was sweeping through his brain.

Like a bewildered person who has been up all night for a week, at this moment he can't even do the most basic thing of staying awake.

In a daze, he saw the giant eye tearing the void move in the distance.

He saw the sacrifice of Abadan.

At the last moment when he saw that the attack was about to fail, he flipped the sharp ax blade, and without hesitation cut off his own head that had already been deformed into another terrifying appearance.

Feeling the disconnection of the psychic connection, Karl knew that Abbadan had completed his journey.

He's already done well.

At least such a decisive self-judgment is definitely impossible for Karl.

Knowing the theory is one thing.

Only when you actually do it can you realize the difficulty.

It's another thing to want to overcome a biological instinct that comes from deep within your DNA.

And if Abbadan is a positive example of successfully surpassing himself, then Karl estimates that he will become that negative example.

With so much psychic power, he can do a lot more.

For example, control the psychic walking corpses around, and get a little closer to give Magnus a little surprise.

For example, controlling the apex dog that still maintains its combat effectiveness, and giving Magnus a few more friendship punches.

For example, try to cooperate with the surrounding wolf guards, imperial guards, and nuns of silence to kill Magnus who has temporarily lost his wings.

But it's a pity that something like willpower will inevitably have loopholes once the time is prolonged.

By the count, it's been a long time since Karl received his father's blessing.

Even the iron will that was trained before has come to the brink of collapse.

So at this juncture, he finally fell asleep.

Wandering on the edge of the dream, he seemed to have come to a boundless ruin.

A large number of fragments are floating in the surging chaotic energy of the subspace.

At the intersection of nothingness and reality, countless kinds of wreckage and body parts almost filled this area.

Among the broken wreckage, he saw many familiar emblems.

Ultramarines, Death Guard, Imperial Fist...  

(Where the hell is this?)

Facing such a huge group of wreckage, even Karl was dazzled.

However, from among the relatively large wreckage, he vaguely recognized some familiar parts with the help of the mechanical tome.

"A modified version of the wreck of the Emperor Dream"

"Some inverse etheric phase engine wreckage he's seen before"

"Several mechanical tomes randomly floating in the void"

Judging from the surrounding environment, it seems to be a void.

But the strange thing is that Karl can float freely in this void without using any device and will not feel any discomfort due to the vacuum.

It was this that helped him confirm his current state, that he should be in some kind of spiritual fantasy space.

Flipping through a book of machinery at random, the blurred and unreadable handwriting on it also helped him confirm this point.

Taking a casual glance, he seemed to see a familiar scene outside the broken porthole.

However, just as he was about to float over to check what happened, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look who is here?"

Following the source of the sound, Karl turned his head and looked back, but there was nothing there.

"Stupid blind, you can't even see your own essence."

As if mocking his stupidity, layers of echoes hit him from all directions.

Clutching his headache-inducing temples, Karl questioned the void, "Who the hell are you? Don't play tricks."

It seemed that his counterattack aroused the other party's interest, and in the next second a mass of constantly distorting and changing matter quietly appeared in front of Karl's eyes.

"Carlos the Destiny Weaver, of course this is just one of my names."

After all, the ever-changing existence in the distance gradually solidified into a bird-man form with a sharp beak.

Waving the scepter in his hand, he pushed away all the surrounding debris.

Finally, the broken Frank III appeared in front of Karl.

"Okay, I understand that people don't need too much nonsense. I actually want to make a deal with you this time."

At this moment, Carl didn't even react to Carlos' request.

Almost all of his attention was attracted by the broken planet in the distance.

He has never made this design drawing public.

Even the current head of technology on Frank III, that is, Teska, has not seen all the details of the entire plan.

But what was unfolding in front of his eyes at this moment was the finished product of that plan.

Or to be more accurate, it should be called a finished product destroyed by an unknown existence.

A huge crack runs through the entire star-level fortress.

Carl simply can't imagine what kind of existence can achieve this kind of terrifying power that targets the planet.

You know, this is not an ordinary planet.

It is a complete fortress.

In his plan, when the fortress was finally completed, even if the Shanzheng came, he would have to kowtow and call grandpa.

But at the moment, there is only a huge wreck in front of Karl's eyes.

In the end what happened.

Is this a memory of the past, or a prophecy of the future?

At this junction of time and space, everything becomes so blurred.

"What is the meaning of such a life trapped in shadows, if all the splendid wonders of the world are mere shadowy phantasms?"

Carlos continued to induce: "Join your belief in Him, maybe you still have a chance to change all this, right?"

Shock.

The last word Carlos uttered completely broke Carl's mask.

He couldn't understand why he was called "Death".

But the premonition in the dark seemed to remind him that everything in front of him was made by his hands.

Can't argue.

At this moment, Karl almost agreed to the conditions proposed by Carlos in a trance.

Of course, this was not his original intention, it was just a small part of memory hidden in the most vulnerable part of Carl's heart deliberately guided by Carlos.

Carlos couldn't understand everything in front of him.

Even all of this made him feel a little scared.

But that doesn't matter, because good conspirators are always gifted with improvisation.

This fear of the unknown is paired with the bad attitude brought by a loving father.

Naturally, it will lead Carl, who is subconsciously seeking relief and a stable backer, to sign this contract.

Carlos saw that Karl, who was in a trance, had already accepted the quill he handed over.

This made him feel a little excited.

As long as one stroke falls, everything in Karl will be assigned to Tzeentch.

Including these terrible secrets that even made Carlos feel extremely uncomfortable and frightened.

Near, near.

At this moment, almost all of Carlos' attention was shifted to the intersection of the pen tip and the devil's contract.

But at this moment, a sharp claw cut his throat suddenly.

"woo"

He struggled to say something, but his consciousness was immediately ejected because of the death of this clone.

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(End of this chapter)