This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 560 Magnus: Ahriman, my dear son
Warp, Tzeentch's Demon Realm
Azek Ahriman's power granted him a priority meeting with Magnus among the many Thousand Sons gathered in the Crystal Labyrinth.

He was told that the journey would be very difficult.

Lately, the mood of the ever-changing master has been very contradictory, sometimes happy and sometimes in pain.

As one of the members of the War Gang, who recently possessed an Alpha and was mingling in the human world, described it, it was like watching a drama that was being updated in real time but which he couldn't interfere with. The thrill of being out of control and the desire for the unknown created a very subtle conflict that made it irresistible.

This also makes this ever-changing crystal labyrinth exceptionally deadly.

This includes not only travelers who stray into the infinite flow of time, but also those who are born with the thoughts of the ever-changing Lord, or follow His ideas, and then fall into the abyss as slaves.

seriously.

Having dodged nine layers of psionic storms from nine directions, seen through nine layers of illusions, traversed ever-changing cliffs, and chosen the only path to survival among nine forks in the road.
Ahriman watched as the Fear Demons were swallowed by the ever-changing storm, and as the ever-changing Demon Lord tried to use them as guides, only to be outsmarted and fall into the abyss, turning into a crystal statue, waiting for his next rebirth.

He shrugged, took out his own book again, opened the pages, and picked out a reliable Pokémon from his list.

From a purely security standpoint, Ahriman had absolutely no desire to enter Tzeentch's Demon Realm.

But there is no way.

As we all know, the current warp is not only home to the Plague God, the Formless and Nameless Lord; the Emperor has now entered a period of activity that is causing great headaches for all the gods.

Having lost humanity as a threat, this being, who no longer cared whether he ascended to that position, once again displayed an unprecedented sense of oppression, a feeling even more intense than billions of years ago.

In the past, if you made a few sarcastic remarks about the cursed one, the false emperor, or the emperor, he wouldn't really pay you any attention.

Shouting a few words now might result in a minor burn (golden flames erupting around you) or a level 13 burn; a more serious one would result in being sent to heaven by the Cursed Legion.

This fully demonstrates just how petty the emperor's mind could be!
With the existence of an extremely demon-loving god, many more demons became wary and became increasingly cautious in their activities in the warp.

Out of caution, and perhaps because this might be his only chance in this lifetime, even though he knew Tzeentch had never been reliable, he wanted to ensure the secrecy of the plan and prevent the Dawnwings from discovering it before attacking the Comoros and then sending him to his doom.

Magnus also focused the advancement of his plan on the Tzeentch Realm and restricted the movement of the Thousand Sons War Gang.

That's absolutely amazing.

Following behind the ever-changing Demon Lord, whose true name he had learned, he skillfully chose not to hear the other party's emphasis on Ahriman fulfilling the contract after the other party completed the contract.

Arriving at the end of the Crystal Maze, before the sanctuary surrounded by countless giant towers, Ahriman twitched the corner of his mouth.

There was actually a day when Tzeentch's realm was considered safe.

Remarkably, it seems that many of the thousand sons who had been tormented by their father's rotten work for thousands of years and had long since lost heart and gone far away with their talents had returned, seemingly because of Magnus's personal invitation.

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The Guardians of Astrakl - Iskandar Kayan's Warband

Ahriman recognized many familiar faces among them.

This made him feel somewhat gratified.

Who were the people ten thousand years ago? Who will be the people ten thousand years from now?

The other Thousand Sons didn't have a very good attitude towards this person who was the number one below the Primarch.

Their war gang has developed considerably over the past ten thousand years, recruiting many fortunate juniors who have chosen to dedicate themselves to the path of cunning and treacherousness.

Unfortunately, most of them were those who harbored feelings, followed by the betrayed Ultra Warriors; none of them were Senko.

Ahriman wisely refrained from trying to get close to him.

In fact, after the Scarlet Letter had just been broken and he was exiled, there were still quite a few Thousands willing to join him in searching for a way to break the Scarlet Letter curse.

As for why things have turned out this way...

Although your suggestions are good, I'm an old wizard with many years of experience. Your arguing will only cause you trouble and delay things. You might as well just issue the orders and get them to do it.

Although he realized he was wrong, the plan could not be stopped in order to maintain his authority.

Although it ultimately failed, the truth is laid bare, and those who understand will naturally understand; no further explanation is needed.

Just like Magnus.
No, I did it for the Legion.

Ahriman shook his head.

He ignored the somewhat malicious stares and strode across the platforms built by the war gangs.

As he passed a huge transport vehicle, Ahriman could barely recognize that it was a dilapidated and old Thunder Dragon type, a cargo-modified version of the Draco troop carrier.

Its history is so long that the insignia of the Sun Auxiliary Army on the side panel has faded considerably. A row of demon engines, modified from Tzeentch's fire demons, are in their formation, and nine chained demons from the other three gods are growling in the formation.

They are becoming part of the Thousand Sons Armored Force under the preparation of the ceremony.

A strange, foul odor filled the air.

The Tzeentch demons also gathered here, shoulder to shoulder, laughing, cursing, and shoving each other. The Thousand Sons, the Chaos Astartes, and the Tzeentch Archmages were all huddled together.

The noise had a cheerful feel to it.

The wizards exchanged messages, joked, shared their acquired knowledge, and boasted about their unfulfilled achievements.

A treacherous demon was secretly recording, lowering a veil to conceal itself on a bench at the far end of the lower level, close to the ground. It wrote its observations on a crystal tablet, while another freak hidden beside it made a couple of alterations when it wasn't looking.

There are also some minor details.

A powerful demon is secretly infiltrating a warband, weaving a conspiracy by spying on the minds of amateur wizards.

Not far away, another wizard was demonstrating his newly researched spells, emphasizing how safe his warband was under the protection of these spells, and how even the dullest apprentices could glean deeper knowledge from them.

Someone began to sing loudly, several Terran veterans roughly drove away the Prospero, seized a section of the library, and the smell of sulfur mingled with Tzeentch's flames and offerings filled the air.

A bustling atmosphere, camaraderie among comrades, and joyful laughter.

碰~
An absent-minded person walked past him, shoving him aside.

Ahriman initially thought this was a provocation, and feeling guilty towards the Legion, he did not want to start a conflict here.

This forced him to look at the other person calmly until he saw a blank face.

"Kayan".

Iskandar Kayan, a general under Abaddon.

Ahriman didn't really like this guy because the other guy seemed to love the Chaos Warmaster more than Magnus, and even promoted the sloppy thing of Magnus kneeling to Abaddon in the Warp to boost the Warmaster's reputation.

But now that they're under the same roof, and people come over, he can't really say anything.

"Has our Chaos Warchief's most loyal lieutenant finally stepped out of his powerful and vengeful spirit and returned to our shattered legion?"

He said sarcastically.

Compared to Ahriman, who was personally expelled from Magnus's lineage, Kayan, who brought his own resources to become a sycophant, is clearly more despicable.

It's better not to mention Zhan Shuai.

Just as Kayan was about to chat with Aliman about his recent life, he let out a deep sigh and visibly became listless.

"Hey."

He sighed deeply.

The War General has gone mad.

The rumors circulating in the warp, the major failures in the real universe, and the Chaos Gods withdrawing their investment have dealt a heavy blow to Abaddon's current endeavors. Now, with the gods no longer watching him and the Primarch's era truly dawning, Abaddon is like a small fish trapped in shallow waters after the tide has gone out, realizing that what enabled him to rampage through the waters was never himself.

But Zhan Shuai never seemed to accept this.

Once, when Kayan went to see Abaddon, he saw Abaddon stroking the dismantled Claw of Horus, then turning his face, half of which had been tainted by chaos into color, and telling him that he was Horus's most beloved son and that this weapon was a gift from Horus to him.

Then there's their time together on their home planet Kosonia, the camaraderie they forged as gangsters, the Great Crusade, the Great Rebellion, and the Black Crusade they launched together.
Detained on the bridge overnight, Kayan listened to over 130 versions of Abaddon's rise to power, but he remained steadfastly focused on Horus. He came to a deeper understanding that the once glorious and mighty Abaddon was not a wise ruler at all, and was now in the late stages of cancer.

This prompted Kayan to immediately pack up his belongings and rush back when he received Magnus's request for help.

It had a somewhat scrambled and stumbled feel to it.

"Don't mention the War General anymore."

As if recalling some terrifying memory, Kayan murmured, showing no intention of fighting him as Ahriman had expected.

He waved his hand.

"Don't, don't mention it again."

Then, ignoring Ahriman's response, Kayan shifted his position and ran away as if fleeing from the title of Warmaster.

What a harmonious atmosphere.

Magnus remarked with emotion.

As Ahriman entered the ever-changing palace, Magnus severed his communication with the enraged serpent and turned to look at the newcomer.

The news of Forgrim's clone has spread throughout the galaxy, and a certain Slaanesh prince is furious.

Especially when she sees the knight lord, who she has always been indifferent to but can never have, acting like a mother hen around him.

The tide of jealousy solidified at this moment into a tsunami that engulfed everything.

That extreme jealousy even caused Slaanesh, who was unusually serious about dealing with the Dawnwing's attack, to once again burst into joyful laughter.

Magnus simply chuckled at this.

There's nothing we can do; that's the difference between them.

Some people are only fit to be driven to the brink of collapse by clones, while others are irreplaceable.

But this is also a good thing.

This solidified Fugan's resolve to intervene in the Comoros affair; the addition of a Primarch was enough to decisively change the course of the war.

After all, the Emperor's Son hasn't been completely defiled yet. Although Slaanesh followers have never been reliable, having such a group of people running around in a massive facility several light-years away in the Comoros is enough to give those loyalists a run for their money.

Surely they can't possibly conquer the Comoros while simultaneously freeing up troops to enter the warp?

"grown ups."

Upon entering the hall, Ahriman was immediately captivated by its intricate structure.

This temporary facility, as always, maintained Magnus's style.

Books, orderly corridors, and vibrant patterns symbolize the flame of wisdom.
Countless dimensions folded by psychic energy have shaped this place into an infinitely expansive space, but for its inhabitants, everywhere is within easy reach.

The most sophisticated application of warp magic is showcased here to its fullest extent.

At this moment, Magnus stood on a piece of land made of obsidian.

This is a fragment of Prospero.

Thousand Children's Homeworld, Prospero, a commune of ostracized psionicists.

It was a beautiful world, but during the Battle of Prospero, the Space Wolves attacked it with planet-destroying weapons, destroying its ecosystem and turning it into ruins.

In the reckoning war following the end of the Great Rebellion, Prospero, already deserted, was ultimately humiliated by the Empire's second planetary bombardment. Phosphate weapons ignited the planet, turning Prospero into a star. The second fire swept across the world, so intense that Prospero's surface turned into a featureless black glass.

Ahriman recognized the identity of this land at a glance.

What are you doing?

He asked with some doubt.

As a fellow master of magic, he could clearly sense that Magnus was preparing something.

"There is nothing in the ashes and ruins but the echoes of the past."

Are you afraid of the past, Azek?

Magnus countered with a question.

Aliman's expression tightened.

He had no idea what frightening past he had from ten thousand years ago.

But he was certain that the past that truly frightened him was just a short time ago.

The Wings of Dawn already knew they were going to make a move against Ruth.

He leaked it.

He didn't say.

"No, my Primarch."

Ahriman bowed slightly and spoke somewhat reluctantly.

“But I really don’t want to think about it anymore. The wolves took everything from us in Prospero. What I should do is follow your orders and seek revenge. Why should I even glance at the ashes and bones in our graves?”

Well, this past is also something he fears.

When Magnus secluded himself in the library and Lemanrus called out to Prospero, he had already realized what was happening. He clearly understood Lemanrus's attitude, knew that some force was blocking his father's communication with the Wolf King, and knew that this conflict was unnecessary.

He didn't say anything.

Oh, and there was also the time when I activated the red-letter spell.

Before activating the Scarlet Letter with the Book of Magnus, as the number one player of the Thousand Letters, he could have simply consulted the original author.

He still didn't say anything.

As he recalled the past, Ahriman's expression grew increasingly stiff.

“What remains there is not just our pain, my son.”

Magnus replied nonchalantly, glancing at Ahriman, who seemed inexplicably nervous.

He is very satisfied with Ahriman's recent performance.

I don't know why, but Ahriman, who has always been a rebellious son and whose motto is "I'll do what you tell me not to do," has become the most enthusiastic one in this operation.

I won't say anything more, whatever my dad says goes.

This involved helping him consolidate his forces, gathering equipment, using his own strength to handle difficult deployments, and actively monitoring the Empire's movements. He even knew everything about the internal reshuffling within the Space Wolves.

Looking at the "Report on the Deployment of the Space Wolf Chief Think Tank" in my hand, I confirmed that the Wolf Pack didn't seem to be making any major moves, even the chief chaplain had been reassigned to an administrative position—

Magnus nodded in satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)