Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 335: Advice from Tzeentch

Taylor's sharp answer made Ahriman laugh. He didn't think that this would not happen. Instead, Taylor's words made him feel firm.

Guys like this are the hardest and easiest to deal with.

With a few spells and a few tricks, defeating him was almost a piece of cake.

But Ahriman couldn't help but feel curious about what kind of person could make both Guilliman and Tzeentch care about him.

Obviously, he already got the answer.

He raised his head slightly, formed a weak spell with his palm, and at the same time, the demon guardian spirit beside him began to chant with confidence.

But for mortals and beings without psychic powers, Ahriman now stands here, looking at them, full of solemnity and seriousness.

He took a step forward, actually turning countless spiritual energies into threads and scattering them, while speaking.

"I don't want to be an enemy of the Skadi, nor do I want to give up the opportunity to destroy the Wild Wolves."

"It is difficult for you, a mortal, to understand the hatred between us, which comes from ancient history called the Feud of Prospero."

"Before your ancestors were even born, before your genetic sequence was compiled, the hatred between me and the Wolves of Fenris was already sown..."

"Back off, mortals!"

His voice became high and penetrating, his voice became old and unsettling, like an ancient and solemn soul doing its best to be kind.

Just like Odin, the god of wisdom in the Norse story, he used his own words to advise the lost brave man not to step into the war between gods.

He called out. "Skardi, I can provide you with ships to leave this place, and I swear to my god that I will not attack you until you return to Guilliman's arms."

"I can swear you are safe, I can tell you about Nurgle, or I can kill you."

"Promise me not to interfere. This matter has nothing to do with mortals!"

"And I can give you tolerance, as long as you don't set foot on God's battlefield!"

Taylor replied angrily. "Who are you talking to? Ahriman!"

"Your arrogance makes me sick. Look at the guy hanging on the hood of my car. Is he your blood brother? He's not the trophy of the Fenrisians. They won't allow us to steal their honor!"

"This is the spoils of Skadi's First Chosen Group!"

"If you think we are foolish mortals, with only half a century to live, drifting away like mist and rain, I understand."

"But if you think we are the same worthless people you've seen trembling under chainswords, sorcery, or explosives, you're just foolish!"

"Sit down and negotiate, or I'll open fire with my heavy artillery now!"

Ahriman's spell was interrupted by Ichibando's words, which were meant to encourage himself.

The wizard was surprised to realize that he could not easily control those souls.

Those proud souls seem weak, but they are also indescribably tough.

He answered quickly. "On Aix, the Plague Lord is brewing a virus that will kill the Primarch."

"That is the answer. Guilliman's only chance is to act before the cauldron is ready."

"The loving father gave his eldest son, Cho'gath, his own rotten pot, gave Mortarion the chance he needed, and a drop of the Primarch's blood, a drop of Guilliman's DNA."

"That is the secret to unlocking the Primarch's immortal power, and the key to enabling the poison to kill Guilliman."

"This is the answer you seek. Now leave here and find that foolish Primarch. Tell him the Lord of Change's advice."

"Or perhaps you wish to learn some of Tzeentch's cunning techniques, techniques that can transform even a non-psychic like you into a wizard." "I know a formula of several powders and potions that will make you a powerful psyker comparable to Imperial standards."

Taylor asked without hesitation. "So what's the price?"

Ahriman replied. "Your soul shall be the property of the Lord of Change."

Taylor sighed. "Why wouldn't I be surprised?"

"Well, it seems our guests don't want to give up attacking here. Close the gate and let's go back."

The girl from Lightling asked. "That's it?"

Taylor cursed. "Otherwise, I'm not a negotiation expert, and he's a ten-thousand-year-old devil."

"We're already giving each other face by chatting for so long, so that's enough."

"I got what I wanted, intelligence and the direction of the battle, and he got what he wanted, which was that we gave up our advantageous position."

"Everyone take a step back."

At this moment, the cultist girl said, "Boss, it doesn't look like one step."

Taylor said. "Don't call me boss. It makes me sick."

"Secondly, not one step? What does that mean?"

Ahriman smiled and walked up, saying, "Literally."

"I used to think that wizards like that lady were always unskilled and obsessed with desire and pleasure, but apparently I underestimated my peers."

"You are more cunning and perceptive than I thought, but that's all."

Now Bjorn said. "What happened? A spell? Or something worse."

Ahriman smiled and raised his staff, and the next moment the whole world seemed to be frozen. This was a technology born from time magic, and it was also a very ancient and powerful technology.

At this moment, the space where Taylor and the others were was completely cut away, turning into a piece of solidified psychic amber.

Ahriman walked past those guys without a care in the world, and laughed at the paused expressions of the Imperial Guards.

"No matter how brave and powerful you are, it can't compare to true conspiracy and intrigue. A few spells, a few words, true or false, are hard to tell, but they are extremely effective."

"This is the secret I've learned over a long time, Mr. Taylor. If you're interested, we can definitely go to the Palace of Knowledge together instead of being the Corpse King's lackeys here."

"I know you can hear me. At least you should be aware of it after I smashed those perfect spirals."

“The tide of the times tends to recur, its flow never extinguished, just like the Lord of Change.”

"Khorne is but valor, Nurgle is but a disease, Slaanesh is obsessed with desire. Only change is eternal, only transformation is eternal."

"Let's go, my brothers, let's put an end to the ten-thousand-year-old feud now."

He strode forward, as if all his conspiracies and tricks had succeeded and success was within his grasp.

But as Ahriman passed Taylor's body, he saw a flash of obsidian light passing across his cheek.

He stopped immediately, otherwise his head would probably be cut off. When he realized that something was wrong, a strange chainsaw sword roared in front of him.

The dark blade reminded him of the legendary Primarch, and he cursed. "Kraken's Fang? Russ's sidekick?!"

But what answered him was not the answer, but the explosive bombs and anger from the First Redemption Legion of Cadia...

(End of this chapter)