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Chapter 340 Magnus: Mortarion is an amateur!
Hera Fortress, the summit of Macragge, the end of the mountains, the closest place to the sky on this planet,
Sanguinius's wings fluttered gently in the warm mountain breeze, and the pure white was shimmering with metallic blue, as if a white canvas had been stained with color.
He raised his head, and his eyes under his golden hair stared at the Void Ship engine flashing in the sky.

Today, it is difficult to distinguish between day and night on Macragge. Fleets from all over Ultramar have gathered outside the sky of this planet, waiting to march towards Terra, the homeland of mankind.

The radiance of their engines was so intense, it was like the radiance of hundreds of stars, and it even caused the climate of Macragge to change, causing the temperature to rise.
If this continues, the entire Macragge ecosystem will be damaged.
At this moment, in the eyes of Sanguinius, another scorching sun went out in the sky.

He knew that Zhou Yun had stuffed a void ship into the four-dimensional pocket.

This may be the safest and fastest way of subspace navigation that humans currently have.

The fleet entered Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket with infinite capacity. Zhou Yun entered the webway through the arbitrary door and transferred several times in the webway before heading to Terra.

In this process, there is only one possibility that something unexpected will happen to the fleet.
That is, Zhou Yun couldn't hold back and sold them all out.
Of course, there is another possibility that Zhou Yun's physical body itself was destroyed.
But when it really comes to that point, the fleet will be a minor problem.

Once the physical body is destroyed, Zhou Yun will completely become a sub-space existence. It is unknown whether he can still maintain his intelligence as a human being at that time.

The Saint Doraemon sect that Sanguinius urged Zhou Yun to establish existed as a safety net after his physical body was destroyed. He hoped that the faith and emotions of the Saint Doraemon sect could restrain Zhou Yun and allow him to maintain basic self-awareness.
But Zhou Yun's essence is too huge, and the number of people in the Saint Doraemon sect is too small, I am afraid it will not be able to last for too long.

If it really comes to that, Sanguinius can only try to use his own body to accommodate Zhou Yun's existence and consciousness, let his body become Zhou Yun's new material body, and preserve his intellect as a human being.

"Maybe we should hire a group of people to go on tour and tell Zhou Yun's hell jokes. Maybe it will have a good effect."

Strong emotions, cognition and will can affect the subspace. Zhou Yun's hellish jokes that were extremely shocking to the people of the empire did have some effect.
It's just that things in the subspace should be handled with caution.

For example, Mortarion's numerology seems to be really starting to work.
Thinking of this, Sanguinius felt a headache.
Guilliman might think that he is better off dealing with government affairs than fighting on the battlefield all the time.

But Sanguinius was actually always distracted by the turmoil in the warp.
On the one hand, it protects the fleet of Ultramar and ensures that they will not get lost in the warp.

The other side is to beware of the Four Chaos Gods, the Emperor, and even Zhou Yun's nature which is still in confusion.

During this time, Sanguinius tried to explore Zhou Yun's subspace essence and learned that this essence was born in the future.
There is no concept of time in the Warp, just as the essence of Sanguinius was born at the moment of his own death.
Zhou Yun's essence was also born in the more distant future.

"But what on earth did he do to cultivate such a huge essence for himself?"

Sanguinius rubbed his temple and muttered quietly.

He is equivalent to Zhou Yun's demon prince, so he can explore his existence in a way that does not trigger Zhou Yun's subspace defense instinct.

Sanguinius even saw in Zhou Yun's essence that Zhou Yun killed Guilliman, and also killed Horus and himself on the Spirit of Vengeance.

Sanguinius was calm about this. He had no other thoughts except being curious about why this happened.
After all, it's not like everyone has died before. If doing so is beneficial to humanity and the entire galaxy, he doesn't mind dying again. He believes that Guilliman would be happy too, and if Horus is sane, he should be happy too.

But after this, what Sanguinius saw became fragmented.
He vaguely saw the birth of the Dark Lord, and seemed to see the angry roars of the four gods.
There are indeed no eternal friends in the Warp. Whether it is Slaanesh or Nurgle, they will most likely still be Zhou Yun's enemies in the end.

"But where is the twenty-second century? Why is there no twenty-second century in your subspace essence?"

Sanguinius frowned and muttered under his breath.

A few more of the blazing suns in the sky went out. Sanguinius shook his head slightly, temporarily shaking off these chaotic thoughts.

Compared to Zhou Yun, what is more worthy of attention now are Terra, the Emperor, and his brother who is ready to make a move.

"Digris."

"Mephiston."

"You guys come cooperate with me."

Sanguinius said to the two think tank directors beside him,
They were from the Blood Angels and the Ultramarines, nine and thirteen added up to twenty-two, apparently.
Around Sanguinius and the two think-librarians, there was an array of twenty-two think-libraries from the two legions.
Sanguinius raised the pocket watch in his hand slightly, and watched the hands silently point to 22:22:22 on Terra time.

Although it was inexplicable, Sanguinius clearly felt that his psychic potential had increased, his connection with the Supreme Being had deepened, and the success rate of his actions had also increased.
The corner of his mouth twitched without leaving a trace.
This must be the power of numerology!

Zhou Yun deceived Nurgle into believing in Mortarion's numerology, and then made the demons in Nurgle's garden also begin to believe in numerology.

In the warp, will is everything. A quarter of Chaos believed in this pure feudal superstition, and numerology naturally began to take effect.

And as more and more people realize that numerology is really effective and begin to believe in its effectiveness, the effect of numerology will continue to increase. In this cycle, numerology may really achieve the effect that Mortarion fantasizes about.

Zhou Yun's two or three sentences had an impact on the subspace that was greater than what Sanguinius had brought in the past ten thousand years.

Sanguinius breathed in and out twenty-two times, and then a dim light appeared in his eyes, and the vision of the future was reflected in his eye sockets.

At the same time, the two think tank directors and twenty-two think tanks beside him began to chant the ancient Baal spell in a low voice, and a scorching flame burned on Sanguinius' body.
He will predict Magnus's actions, using his great psychic powers and precognitive abilities inherited from the Emperor.
But at the same time, Magnus himself is one of the best fortune tellers and psykers in the entire galaxy.

He will certainly also predict Sanguinius' actions, and the two of them will predict each other's future, which will eventually turn into a showdown on the highest celestial level.

"You made wings out of wax and knowledge, and proudly flew up into the sky, loudly boasting to your brothers: 'Look! How wise I am!'" "But you flew too fast to hear your father's admonition, and you flew too high to melt your wings in the blink of an eye."

"So, you landed with a thud, your spine was broken by the wolf, and your soul was eaten by the grinning eagle."

The golden flames on Sanguinius' body burned fiercely, and in an instant he seemed to have transformed into a pure warp thing composed of psychic energy:

"Scarlet King, let me see if you are still as clumsy as you were ten thousand years ago."

The pointed pyramid stands in the torrent of the highest heaven. This flagship of the Thousand Sons Primarch Magnus was built based on the magnificent pyramid in the city of Tizca, the capital of Prospero, ten thousand years ago.

In order to build this pyramid-shaped void ship, Magnus consumed at least an entire demon world. The minerals permeated by the Supreme Heavenly Evil Force turned into silver and gold to build the pyramid, which was like a distorted and hypocritical reflection of the Pyramid of Glory, Magnus's former residence on the Thousand Sons Mother Planet.

Ahriman walked on the ground of the twisted pyramid, which was made of silver and gold. He passed by the translucent scarabs that occasionally flew across the ground and approached the bedroom and library at the highest point of the pyramid.
The book with strange words flying in the air, passing through the layers of Prospero's silk, fell beside the scarlet giant in the center of the room.

Runes swirled around him, flickering and changing, and the knowledge in the open books burned fiercely and poured into the Book of Magnus in Magnus's hand.

Cluck, cluck————

The Book of Magnus is a book compiled by Magnus himself during the Great Crusade, collecting knowledge from countless planets in the galaxy.
Ahriman often suspected that the knowledge in the Book of Magnus had surpassed that of Magnus himself.

He remembered that as early as the end of the Great Crusade, Magnus had discovered several times in the Book of Magnus content that he himself did not remember writing, as if he had forgotten the knowledge recorded in it, or that the knowledge in it was proliferating silently.

Cluck cluck——————

Or maybe Ahriman remembered what Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, had said: Magnus's outer form was merely a byproduct of his psychic energy, and that form was not his essence.
The Book of Magnus records all the knowledge that Magnus knows or forgets, as well as Magnus's thoughts, consciousness, emotions, and cognition of the two levels of matter and subspace. Since the other knowledge in this book has been activated, and even a small world has been born inside, what about the knowledge about Magnus himself? Will that knowledge also be activated?

Ahriman wondered whether the Magnus before him or the one described in the Book of Magnus was closer to his true nature.
No, perhaps none of this is true. Magnus' essence may have been devoured by the Lord of Change a long time ago.
Cluck, cluck, cluck————————

Ahriman frowned. He seemed to hear some strange bird calls mixed in with his thoughts.

"Have you completed the ritual I taught you, Ahriman?" The Scarlet King's voice interrupted Ahriman's thoughts, and a flying translucent scarab spewed out of his teeth.

“You ask even though you already know the answer,” Ahriman said hoarsely.

He followed Magnus' instructions and planned the massive ritual as a trap to capture the Death God of Man and attack the two Primarchs.

Magnus did not need to ask himself whether the ritual was completed. The Scarlet King was one of the best fortune tellers among the gods. His one eye was always staring at the torrent of fate.
He watched everything, he learned everything, he absorbed everything.

But Magnus's talent for prophecy was only among the best.

Ahriman knew that when the Emperor forged Magnus, he passed on his extraordinary psychic talents to him, but his prophetic gifts were passed on more to Magnus' other two brothers.
Bats and doves, despair and hope, the king of the night and the archangel.
"Can our actions really be hidden from Sanguinius's eyes?"

Ahriman said bluntly:
"That archangel is the one who truly inherited the Emperor's gift of prophecy."

"Ahriman, the talent you are talking about is to let yourself die in vain, be smashed into pieces by the claws of Horus, and cause trouble for Dorn who is responsible for recovering the bodies?" Magnus' voice suddenly became sharp.

"He cannot see, he cannot see, that Tzeentch's sorcery is protecting our fate, and the gift of prophecy he inherited from my father cannot penetrate the veil woven by the Lord of Change."

Magnus paced at the top of the pyramid holding the Book of Magnus, and his words continued to transform into translucent scarabs flying around:

"He made a crude use of his natural talents, but he never truly knew the secrets of the High Heavens, and never learned from knowledge the secrets of witchcraft, spells, and rituals."

"He was born with wings, but he didn't know how to use them properly. I was the only one of my brothers who learned how to use my talents, using knowledge rather than instinct or Mortarion's foolish feudal superstitions."

After saying this, Magnus laughed softly.

Ahriman also laughed a few times.

If there was anything that the two of them could truly agree on, it was mocking Mortarion.

Mortarion was once a foolish and ignorant instigator, whose prejudice and misunderstanding of psionics led to the banning of the Librarian and indirectly contributed to the Burning of Prospero.
But how worthy of ridicule Mortarion is now. He is as ridiculous as a prostitute shouting purity, a bitch shouting love, a drunkard shouting quitting drinking, and a materialist shouting numerology.

“Mortarion is an amateur,” Ahriman said, smiling.

Magnus nodded in agreement. "Numerology is pure feudal superstition."

The two of them laughed, and then
"Magnus." A clear voice sounded from the torrent of the highest sky.

Magnus and Ahriman's laughter stopped abruptly.

A blazing fire mixed with gold and blue burned fiercely in the highest sky, transforming into a pair of blazing angel wings.

(End of this chapter)