I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 339 Carlos: Hey! It's Shi!

There was a deathly silence in the air. Ahriman turned his head slightly to look at Magnus.

It was Rus who broke Magnus' spine with his kick in Prospero, destroying his flesh and blood body and causing his soul to fall apart.
Magnus said nothing, but continued to stare at the image reflected in the divination with his one eye.

"I have something I want to entrust to you." The shadowy figure spoke to the laughing and alcohol-intoxicated wolves.

"Is there something Guilliman can't conquer?!"

The Space Wolf laughed and raised his head, and asked the hazy existence:

"Drink another cup of mead, and the wolf's fangs will be revealed to you!"

The group of wild wolves who came to watch the ceremony were lying on Macragge and were obviously bored to death. After hearing the invitation from the vague existence, they could not help but bare their fangs.

"This matter may not require much combat, and may not even require you to wear power armor." said the hazy figure.

Hearing this, the wild wolves immediately lost interest, lay back down beside the campfire and yawned.

"It's boring."

"Leave the non-fighting to the Ultramarines."

"Brother Dora, what do you think of the wolf fangs of the Son of Russ?"

The Space Wolves were talking to each other, looking uninterested.

"I want you to pee on the ashes exploded by the Thousand Sons Rubric Warriors." The shadowy figure chuckled twice and said.

“We did this job!!”

The Space Wolves, who had just been attacked by Magnus on Fenris, agreed without hesitation.

Ahriman gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the scepter, and trembled uncontrollably.
He watched as the Space Wolves of Fenris took off their pants and urinated on the sand that was bursting from the broken Thousand Sons Rubric Warriors on the battlefield.
"Hahahaha! Brother Doraemon seemed to have said that Magnus and Ahriman are both very good at divination and prediction. Maybe they will see us!"

"Indeed, indeed. I heard old man Bjorn also say when he told me stories that Magnus has a strong ability of divination."

The wolves were communicating with each other while urinating on the red dust.

"Magnus did you see that? Magnus!"

"And Ahriman, your brother is really good at absorbing water!"

"Magnus, how is your spine? Although our skills are not as good as Russ's, we can still give you a back massage!"

Ahriman couldn't help but gasp for air. He felt as if his lungs were filled with razor blades. Every breath he took caused his body and mind to feel unbearable pain.
At the same time, he couldn't help but look at Magnus again.

Magnus showed anger on his face. Although it was fleeting, he was indeed angry.

But Ahriman didn't know whether Magnus was angry because of the humiliating treatment of his offspring or because of the humiliation he suffered from the wolf pack.

Ahriman hoped it was the former, and was willing to believe it was the former.

"Do we really have to watch this humiliating scene?"

Ahriman gnashed his teeth and asked:
"And what exactly do you want to do?"

"Guilliman, Sanguinius, and the being are about to leave for Terra."

Magnus said calmly, without even turning his head to look at Ahriman:

"I will predict their movements, intercept them on their way to Terra, and let them fall into the fate woven by the Lord of Change."

"Are you crazy?!"

Ahriman blurted out in horror:

"They have Sanguinius!"

"And there is that unknown subspace being, that god of death!"

Magnus's expression twitched, and he turned his head to look at Ahriman with his one eye.

"I will fight Sanguinius," Magnus said in a low voice. "You will fight that being now trapped in a mortal body."

"Then there is Robert Guilliman." Ahriman said, gripping the scepter tightly.

"We also have other help."

Magnus sneered and said:

"Everything is in the Lord of Change's plan." "Karos and his nine Lords of Change will induce Abaddon and Kharn to serve us."

"Tzeentch is the most irresistible of all the gods. I am the strongest of the Daemon Primarchs. You are the strongest of the Chosen Ones. Carlos is the strongest of the Chief Daemons. Together we are enough to fight against the combined forces of Sanguinius, Guilliman, and that being."

"No one can stop the destiny determined by the Lord of Change."

"Ah! Aa ...

In the Spirit of Vengeance, the sharp cry of birds echoed in the cabin.
In the isolation zone created by Carlos's magic, two ever-changing demons stretched their necks and let out meaningless wild roars from their beaks.
As they roared, a sticky, colored liquid mixed with some solid matter continued to flow from between their legs, accumulating into a puddle on the ground.
And they are still pulling and excreting
There was a hideous wound on his face and blood was oozing from his chest. Abaddon, who looked very weak, stared at the scene with a ferocious expression.
He was injured by Sanguinius. In order to fight against the two resurrected Primarchs of the Empire and to heal his own injuries, he paid a huge price to summon the Chief Daemon of Tzeentch, Carlos the Fateweaver, and the Nine-Headed Daemon of Tzeentch.

Carlos the Fateweaver is the most unique of all the Lords of Change under Tzeentch.
It walked out alive from the Well of Eternity, which even Tzeentch had never set foot in, and grew two heads as a result, and could see the past and the future at the same time.
Fateweaver Carlos promised Abaddon that he would use a clever sorcery to heal all of Abaddon's injuries.
But during the ceremony, two of the nine ever-changing demon kings suddenly developed a serious illness and began to uncontrollably excrete the sticky rainbow-colored substance. The more they excreted, the duller their expressions became, as if their IQs also decreased as they excreted.
The ritual of Carlos the Fateweaver therefore failed, leaving only the seven Lords of Change. Instead of curing Abaddon, the ritual made him even weaker.

"What are they pulling?" Abaddon asked, pointing at the rainbow-colored substance that was accumulating on the ground. "What is this?"

"This is history."

“It’s knowledge.”

Carlos' two heads gave completely different answers.

This is a characteristic of Carlos the Fate Weaver. When faced with any question, his two heads will give two answers, one true and one false.

Abaddon stared at Carlos in dead silence.
He looked at the rainbow-colored thing that seemed to emit heat and was mixed with some disgusting solid matter, and then looked at the two idiot-like demon kings.
“Is it knowledge?”

"It's knowledge! Eat it and you will gain the wisdom of the Lord of Change."

"It's Shi! You can taste Shi when you eat it."

Carlos the Fate Weaver once again gave two completely different answers.

"Go and try it!" Then the two heads urged Abaddon at the same time.

Abaddon hesitated.

Standing in the shadows nearby, Kahn, wearing a hood of twisted flesh and blood made from the demon that was parasitic in his body, watched the scene.
He couldn't help but stretch out his bare arms to cover his face.
The demon that lived with him and his thirst for revenge helped Khârn suppress the wrath brought by the Butcher's Nails, allowing him to return to the person he was during the Great Crusade.

But looking at this scene, he would rather let himself be filled with anger.

Kahn looked at Abaddon with suspicion in his eyes.
With this appearance, you plan to intercept Guilliman, Sanguinius and Doraemon?
"That's it? That's it? Instead of trusting Abaddon and Tzeentch's stupid birds, we might as well just go for Doraemon who can find Erebus's location!"

The demon that was symbiotic with Kahn stuck its face out from the inside of the hood and mocked in a sarcastic tone.

Kahn was silent for a while.
Without the influence of the anger brought by the Butcher's Nails, Kahn actually felt that what the demon said might be a good way.

Terra, Church Palace, outside a secret chapel belonging to the Battle Sisters next to the Cathedral of the Emperor's Ascension.

Sister Agilade of the Holy Rose Order knelt devoutly outside the back door of the church, praying in a low voice to the being inside the church.
Since the destruction of the Hades Galaxy, in the 222 days since returning to Terra, Agilade prayed like this every day,
She remembered the sacred vision she had seen on the planet Asford in the Hades system, and the blessed feeling she had felt as she passed through the Warp on her way to Terra.

Even the opening of the Great Rift did not stop the Battle Sisters of the Holy Rose from heading to Terra. There was a divine will protecting them.

Just as they protected the sacred girl.
Jeanne Agelade whispered that name in her heart
She looked up the meaning of this name in the archives of the Sisters of Battle. This name once belonged to a legendary holy girl in the ancient Terra period.
While Agilade was praying, the back door of the church was gently pushed open.

Magda Grace, a pale, silver-haired nun, walked out from the back door.

Agilade noticed that Sister Magda's face was covered with tears and her eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy.
"The Holy Girl has awakened!"

"She proclaims to us the Emperor's Revelation!"

"Archangel Sanguinius and Lord Roboute Guilliman of Ultramar have both returned from the dead."

"They will accompany the true hope to Terra, the hope we missed in Hades."

"Praise the Emperor, Sister Agelade, for hope is coming!"

In the outer space of Macragge, Zhou Yun, who used the adaptive lamp, was suspended in space. Looking at the vast fleet in front of him, he couldn't help but shake the four-dimensional pocket on his stomach.

The first batch of fleets has entered the four-dimensional pocket in his stomach.

"I'm really afraid that I won't be able to help myself and sell all these fleets."

"When we get to Terra, the Emperor must compensate me for my patience!"

“This is a real test for the cadres!”

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