Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 240 Prospero Aftermath

Everything seems to have changed.

But nothing seems to have changed.

Dragging his slightly broken armor, Russ grabbed Magnus' waist like a wrestler, and with a roar, he lifted Brother Zeng high above his head.

The sound of the scarlet king's spine breaking tore apart the dead planet that had long since disappeared from the Thousand Sons.

The end of fate has been sealed.

And this time, both parties involved got what they wanted.

The wolf king roared up to the sky in victory, and in the howling subspace storm, the silver sharp blade in his hand had already attacked Magnus.

He didn't rush to swing the sharp knife in his hand, because he knew it was meaningless.

He couldn't kill Magnus, at least not here.

From the surrounding warp space storm that has gradually subsided, the wolf king has already seen through his intentions.

There was a throbbing pain in my heart.

It was not only thanks to Magnus' punch before, but also thanks to the despair that appeared before his eyes at this moment.

"See, that's why I chose."

"And now, you have one last chance."

"Come back with me, and you will get the truth of everything."

This is not really trying to save Magnus, it's just that the wolf king is simply completing the task given to him by the emperor.

Facing the question from the wolf king, Magnus did not reply.

Because he is actually still fighting against another force at this moment.

The scar on his hand, which was wiped out by the judge's bullet, was showing his existence to Magnus with severe pain.

This is even scarier than Ruth's friendship break.

Because this scar is tearing Magnus's soul.

He could have escaped directly with the remaining blessings of the four gods, but it was the suction force from this soul that made him dare not act rashly.

It felt like there was a nail driving him into this body.

If he didn't leave anything behind, even he wouldn't be able to guarantee that Magnus would escape unscathed.

And Russ doesn't care about the demands of mothers-in-law like you, he only has one killer word for betrayers.

Whatever tenuous relationship the Space Wolves had with the Thousand Sons was in the past.

Since the moment of Magnus's betrayal, the two parties have taken two diametrically opposed paths.

The spear of Russ in his hand pierced straight down.

It precisely pierced Magnus' body, forcing him to use extra strength to fish Magnus away.

At this moment, the subspace storm that had some signs of cessation around it roared again like a flash of light.

He has mobilized all the remaining power around him.

Be sure to pull away Magnus, who was pinned here by an unknown force.

In this way, the two sides began a long and short tug.

But these are no longer important to Magnus at this moment.

The Spear of the Sun God has the function of seeing through the "truth" of the victim.

On the contrary, the Spear of Russ has the function of allowing the victim to see through his "truth".

Originally, with Tzeentch's authority, it was enough to disturb the picture that these foresights were finally transmitted to Magnus' eyes.

But at this moment, He, who was busy fighting for the soul share, had no choice but to allow Magnus to gain a brief sobriety.

But it was also this brief sobriety that brought him great pain.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he hadn't gotten anything.

=As long as Magnus remains loyal to him, the flesh and blood distortion will naturally be lifted after the Prospero incident, and all the Thousand Sons who choose to follow Magnus can rely on the collected souls on the Wizard Star Resurrect and rebuild legions one by one =
The truth is, however, that Magnus was never loyal to Him.

Therefore, the so-called release of flesh and blood distortion has always been just a deception by him.

He put the largest lottery ticket on the surface of the lottery machine, but he didn't mention that the pointer of the lottery was tampered with.

Remove the flesh and blood distortion?
How could such a good dog leash be loosened so easily.

His purpose from the very beginning was to control the Thousand Sons;

Harness the psychic power of Magnus to destroy the webway that the Emperor is building;

By the way, cut off Magnus, the only backup who can replace the Emperor on the Golden Throne.

And now, he's got everything he wants.

The wild wolf had already been severely injured, but the Thousand Sons, who had already been backed up by him, could immediately be resurrected on the wizard star with full blood.

At least the whole thing was a sure-fire deal for him.

This sense of powerlessness that was calculated to the slightest even really made Magnus doubtful.

Why did he agree to this so-called deal?
After all, although the distortion of flesh and blood is indeed a serious problem for the Thousand Sons, they shouldn't be in such a hurry to join the enemy, right?
Besides, the research on the death guard is not completely without progress.

In time, Magnus believes that the so-called flesh and blood distortion can also be solved perfectly with the unveiling of the secrets in the etheric ocean.

It is this sense of disobedience that drives Magnus to continue exploring along the "truth" unfolded by Ruth's Spear.

Phantoms of the past unfolded in front of him.

Finally, among the seemingly scattered fragments, Magnus discovered the most likely truth.

That was about half a year ago.

=It was a journey that changed the trajectory of his destiny=
On that day, as usual, he pursued the subtle fluctuations in the ether ocean, wandering in this ocean full of miracles and wisdom.

This was strictly forbidden by the Emperor at the Council of Nikaea.

Even the Death Guard (in this timeline), who have always supported psionic research, could not change the outcome of that meeting.

Still the Emperor issued his sternest warning to Magnus.

It is too early for him to touch these taboos at this moment.

In his current state, he does not yet have the mentality to resist all of this.

Of course, as we all know.

These warnings can’t be said to be useless to Magnus, it can only be said that the left ear flew out of the right ear as soon as it entered.

It is true that the Thousand Sons has limited the existence of think tanks and strictly demarcated the boundaries of the use of psionic energy.

This was the limit Mortarion had fought for them.

But such a thing as curiosity, no matter where the original driving force comes from.

When that knowledge is placed in front of you, sometimes simple decrees are completely useless.

Even the "former think tanks" below are aware of this, let alone Magnus, who has no restrainers at all.

Following the familiar fluctuations in the etheric ocean, Magnus transformed into the shape of a wolf and quickly shuttled through the jungle-like phantom.

Finally, at the junction of illusion and reality, he saw the Warmaster in pain and corruption.

"Oh no, I have to do something."

So Magnus, who thought he could change everything by himself, immediately recruited Ahriman and Amon.

He must perform an extremely dangerous ritual.

Through this ritual, he was able to penetrate the spells and barriers placed around the Warmaster.

Only in this way can he face the instigator of all this - Erebus.

A final warning to the blinded Warmaster.

It's also a phone call.

Only this time the recipient was not the Emperor.

But this does not change that bad fate.

Everything seems to have changed.

But nothing seems to have changed.

A huge pillar of psionic light illuminated almost the entire pyramid.

With the sacrifice of countless servants, and with the help of everyone, Magnus finally broke through the illusion wrapped in layers of sinister psychic energy.

But when Magnus finally arrived in front of the Warmaster in psionic form, he only saw the most fragrant and mellow darkness.

He simply couldn't bear that "price".

Then the whole "truth" was compiled and the picture came to an abrupt end.

He didn't know how long this extreme darkness lasted, anyway, when he woke up again, he had already put on a new mask.

From beginning to end, removing the flesh and blood distortion was just an "excuse" given to him by Tzeentch.

A check that will never be cashed.

Because, he has never been truly loyal to Him.

All this is just a game of His.

And now, the game has come to an end.

He has already obtained most of what he wants, and then only Magnus is still nailed here.

Even if the bullets fired by the Inquisitor have the magical blessing of the Emperor.

But this is still Tzeentch's territory.

From Ahriman's memory, Magnus already knew Karl's plan.

But the plan is only one aspect, and only the completed plan has value.

Magnus tried his best to grab the last ray of hope on his right hand.

But Tzeentch was obviously unwilling to let him slip through his fingers like this.

Even if this is just a small piece of Magnus's soul fragment.

He likes change, but when it comes to this kind of general direction, He is actually the same as the Emperor - he will always choose a bigger piece of the pie.

And more importantly, He still has a card left unused at this moment.

=Anyway, He prepared another copy of those pitch-black sharp blades=
Only by completely killing the other side of Magnus can He ensure the safety of the entire plan.

The distant light is close at hand.

But Magnus didn't feel any temperature from it.

For suddenly another shadowy figure entwined with the power of the Warp stood in his way to redemption.

That seems to be a replica of him, or this is the other side of him.

The shadow in the distance easily played with the pitch-black dagger in his hand.

The black image looked at Magnus who was still holding "Hope" in his right hand like a prey.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"You do not wish to betray the Empire or the Emperor."

"It's just that the corruption transmitted by the Warmaster has affected your judgment."

"Are you trying to make excuses like that?"

irrefutable.

Because this is the truest and most personal idea of ​​Magnus.

Flies don't bite unsealed eggs.

Even though he could find [-] reasons to refute, the other timeline in Ahriman's memory would not lie.

"Hehe, isn't it good to accept this fact like us?"

Holding what seems to be a blackened version of the "Book of Magnus", while starting to charge those dark daggers as Magnus did to Ruth before, he continued to try to induce Magnus Complete the final step of the Corruption.

This moment is so hopeless.

The key to salvation has been given into his hands.

But between the door leading to "hope" is filled with despair that is so thick that it cannot be resolved.

From the pitch-black daggers in the distance, Magnus seemed to hear his own "judgment".

= "Help us." Those layers of voices pleaded =
= "I can't, sorry." =
That should have been his trial.

The sacrifices of billions of people, even if he may only account for 0.1% of the sins, is a huge number.

This is his irrefutable guilt.

"Join us, or die."

With the end of the reflection, the surrounding psionic storm gradually subsided.

At least for now Magnus can stand alone on this road to "redemption".

Seeing this situation, another part in the distance also lost his last patience.

This is the final warning.

Perhaps refusal represents the most eternal end and death, but Magnus already has his own resolution.

Ahriman had taught him his final lesson.

He must face up to all his mistakes.

Magnus gritted his teeth and said, "I absolutely can't."

Running towards the distant light with all his strength, Magnus tried to avoid the black daggers.

But as the other half, how could the more vicious Sombra let Magnus go so easily.

After all, uniqueness is his greatest value in the chaos in the future.

At this point, he doesn't like the so-called change.

Those black swords that had already been fully charged, with the most vicious curse of revenge, shot towards Magnus who was trying to avoid the shadow.

unavoidable.

At this moment, Magnus felt the familiar despair.

He is well aware of the power contained in these cursed blades.

Ironically, these sharp swords that were supposed to hunt Ruth were shot at its maker instead.

No chance.

No one is more familiar with the power of these curse blades than he.

Like a helpless soul submerged in a sea of ​​despair, Magnus at this moment can only helplessly witness his own doom.

But at this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in front of him.

"Amon?"

There is no response, but his actions have given the so-called answer.

Gently pushing Magnus in the desired direction, Amon alone received all the incoming black blades with his body.

At this moment, Magnus seemed to understand something.

This is the so-called "variable" that Amon saw in despair.

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

Silently reading the message engraved on the bullet casing, Amon seemed to have made up his mind.

Erase the original screening conditions in your mind.

Amon already has his own resolution.

=Screen all the futures that can save the entire Thousand Sons Legion...except, me=
Naturally, Amon, who has long known the function of the judge.

The first shot hit his heart.

Only with the help of the strong aura of the emperor on the judge can he deceive the prophecy of the four gods.

In the end, another possibility of continuation was injected into the future of the Thousand Sons Legion.

"Farewell, my good student."

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(End of this chapter)