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Chapter 354 Ahriman and Carlos: Damn!
"Jajamshid"

Ahriman was tongue-tied as he watched the scene in front of him, watching the Thousand Sons warrior being held in the hand of the Fat Tiger Demon.

He recognized that warrior. Even after ten thousand years, Ahriman still recognized the warrior, even though that warrior had once been insignificant in the Thousand Sons Legion.

That Thousand Sons warrior was a student taught by Ahriman when he was a lecturer in the Black Crow School 10,000 years ago. He was not very talented, nor was he very smart, but he was obedient and hardworking.
"Master Ahriman, what should I do?!"

"I was captured by the enemy?! Please don't hesitate because of me!"

"This is... the Ultramarines and the Blood Angels? Is the Emperor still hunting us?!"

There was despair in the warrior's voice. He tilted his head and cast a pleading look at Ahriman through his power armor.

This was not a plea to Ahriman to save him, but a plea to Ahriman to instruct him on what to do.

Ahriman felt dizzy, and he slightly raised the scepter in his hand, wanting to point it at the god of death who had resurrected the Rubric Warrior, but he couldn't lift it.

"Vote, Ahriman, and I will help you undo your mistakes."

Zhou Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at Ahriman, who was trembling all over, with interest.

The Four Gods' Chosen can be roughly divided into two levels.
The next best ones are Typhons and Lucius. They are average in strength, but they are shameless.
The higher ones are Kahn and Ahriman. They are both extremely powerful, but their weakness is that they both have psychological flaws.
Kahn is the cause of Anger Tai's death and hatred for Erebus.

Ahriman himself sent away the entire legion with a single red letter, making himself the king of human heads in the 30th millennium.

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes and observed Ahriman.
Ahriman took two deep breaths, his hands trembling, sadness, excitement, and doubt rising in his heart at the same time.
He realized almost instantly that if he could really resurrect his brothers, surrendering to this man would not be unacceptable.

Ahriman was not on the same page with Magnus and Abaddon, and he had no interest in persecuting the Empire of Man.
He would do anything to revive his former brothers, to allow all the Thousand Sons to walk the streets of Prospero as they once did, freely, openly, and politely exchanging knowledge with one another, and to study together the ancient wisdom scattered in the tomes.
Although Ahriman longed to return to a land similar to Prospero's to grow grapes when that day came, but if he could bring his other brothers back to life, then his loyalty would be completely worth it.
"After you surrender to me, I can let you go to Baal to grow grapes and make wine." Zhou Yun seemed to see through Ahriman's thoughts and said to Ahriman with a smile.

Of course, it is impossible to let Ahriman slack off. If Ahriman really surrendered, Zhou Yun would indeed let him go to Baal, but he would go to work overtime with Dante. The dark side of the empire is in need of manpower at this time.
Allowing you to grow grapes and make wine does not mean that you are not allowed to work overtime.

However, Zhou Yun did not hold out much hope, after all, Ahriman's thoughts were not completely in his own hands.
Hearing that he could go to Barr to grow grapes and make wine after joining, Ahriman was even more excited.
I came here just to revive the scarlet letter, to capture the death god in front of me, to extract his power to revive and surrender to him, and to ask him to revive the scarlet letter.

It seems that the latter has a higher success rate and lower risk, right?

Although this god of death has a bit of a beastly and vicious personality.
Cluck, cluck, cluck————————

Just when Ahriman was about to say that he was loyal to Zhou Yun, a barely perceptible sharp bird cry passed by Ahriman's ears.

The doubt that already existed in his heart was suddenly magnified, expanding like a torn crack. Suspicion, suspicion, and distrust poured out from the crack, quietly twisting Ahriman's will.

He remembered that Evelene had used the same words to deceive him last time, and Evelene was the chosen one of the God of Death in front of him.
With this memory as the center, suspicion quickly expanded to a level that overwhelmed rationality.
"Sir! No! How can we believe the words of God?"

"Yes, sir! Have you forgotten how we were played by the gods last time?"

"While he is now confined in this fragile physical body, if we capture him, we can study how to extract his power."

The eight great wizards also gave advice to Ahriman almost at the same time, and their voices seemed to be mixed with some bird calls.

Ahriman's expression was slightly dazed.
"I refuse." Ahriman said to Zhou Yun in a hoarse voice: "I would rather extract your power for my own use."

But to Ahriman's surprise, Zhou Yun looked at Ahriman with a look of deep pity instead of anger at being rejected.

He seemed to be watching a puppet dancing to the shadows.

"Is this what you think, or does Jianqi make you think so?" Zhou Yun asked softly.

"Do you think I'm the same as those fools - the same fools as Abaddon and Fabius? Can't see how corrupted they are, can't see that the tide of Chaos is spreading under their feet, and that they have become puppets of the gods?"

Ahriman gnashed his teeth and retorted sharply:
"I have never succumbed to the schemes of the Lord of Change, I have never been His puppet, I am not His pawn, I have not succumbed to His will!"

"That's great." Zhou Yun nodded slightly, looking at Ahriman with more sympathy.
Tzeentch did often allow Ahriman to act, but this did not mean that Ahriman was truly free from Tzeentch's influence. His will, his freedom, and his actions were always under Tzeentch's control. If Zhou Yun wanted Ahriman to surrender to him, he must at least isolate himself from Tzeentch's influence on him first.

However, on the current battlefield, there may not be such an opportunity.

"That's really a pity."

Zhou Yun sighed and said,

The Fat Tiger Demon standing beside him casually threw the newly resurrected Thousand Sons warrior into the torrent of the warp space next to him.
"Go rescue them." Zhou Yun said, pointing at the subspace.

Ahriman froze.
"You!!! You *Prospero expletive*! *son of a Space Wolf*!"

Ahriman roared, then without hesitation, he flew out of the psychic barrier on a flying disc and rushed towards the Thousand Sons warrior who was swept into the warp torrent.

"Fire!" Zhou Yun grinned and shouted to the Astartes around him.

The Overlord Spear in his own hand was also aimed directly at Ahriman.

"The most foolish child of the Lord of Mankind!"

"The wisest child of the Lord of Mankind!"

"I am the mouthpiece of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change. I am Carlos, the Fate Weaver, the Demon Lord who watches both the future and the past!"

"I bring you the enlightenment of the Lord of Change!" "I bring you the trickery of the Lord of Change!"

"You will submit to the plans of the Lord of Change!" "You will meet the most tragic death!"

A sharp cackling laugh came from the mouth of the blue monster with two bird heads. The words spoken by its two heads contradicted and conflicted each other, as if it was debating with itself.

The great demon waved his wings of blue, purple and ninety-nine other colors, stirring up the etheric torrents around him, making the air around him seem to become heavier.
There were also seven other Lords of Change standing behind Fateweaver Carlos, attacking Guilliman, Mephiston, and Reyna standing in front of them with blasphemous and filthy mockery and lies.

Tzeentch's chief demon swung the Staff of Tomorrow in his hand violently, and a wave of twisting blue-green witchfire surged towards the three of them like a torrent.

But Mephiston used his psychic energy to stimulate the power in the cells of his flesh and blood. He collided with the tide of witchfire like a hazy afterimage. The strong, shadow-like psychic energy kept twisting and squirming, and turned into a barrier to resist this blasphemous witchcraft.
Lena was almost simple and rough. Wearing a portable pyramid on her head, she stimulated all her psychic potential. An almost inhuman roar mixed with uncontrolled psychic power poured out of her mouth. She suddenly raised her hand to stir the tide of the subspace, and groups of energy from the highest sky turned into fire meteors and smashed towards Carlos the Fate Weaver.

Carlos raised his scepter just before Lena mobilized the energy of the Supreme Heaven, and in an instant, the series of meteors turned into fireworks and exploded in the air.

Then one of Carlos' heads saw the future and saw that Reina used
"Stand still!!!!" Reina's roar suddenly sounded, and a strong spiritual energy wave condensed in her words and shot out, shooting towards the Fate Weaver Carlos.
Carlos had already prepared a way to deal with the bewitching voice. He used a little blasphemous and filthy knowledge to weave a spell, which was contained in his own consciousness. It could be used as a wall to resist Reina's consciousness, but it could also contaminate Reina in turn.

"Gah!!!" Carlos felt dizzy in both heads.
Is this a fucking bewitching sound? ? Is this a fucking bewitching sound? ? ?

For a moment, Carlos suspected that his prediction was wrong.
The bewitching voice is to wrap one's own will with weaker spiritual energy, quietly infiltrate other people's minds, and interfere with their actions.

He made a special defense based on the bewitching voice, intending to use knowledge to fight against consciousness and seize the opportunity to attack Reina.

But Lena's attack can't be called bewitching sound at all!

Whose bewitching voice is so crude and ugly, and how can it penetrate into other people's heads silently when it contains so much spiritual energy? !
Isn't this just like hitting someone on the back of the head with a psychic club? !

"Fuck the Lord of Change! Have you studied psychic knowledge well? "

"Are you going to waste the gift of the Most High? You are not allowed to call yourself a psyker!"

Carlos, a great wizard, couldn't stand such a clumsy psychic and cursed in both heads at the same time.

(End of this chapter)