Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 432 The Father of Genetics Has Not Arrived, "The Psychologist's" Self-Salvation
Dawn Star, planetary capital Karena, orbital command center.

Magnus was trying his best to persuade Peturabo, and even though time was of the essence, he spoke patiently like a teacher.

During this conversation, his eyes were a deep blue, similar to those of his brother.

"Magnetic polarity reversal is a common phenomenon on all planets, with an interval of about 500,000 years between each reversal."

"The polarity reversal itself usually takes centuries to complete, so it is almost imperceptible to the planet's inhabitants."

"But the magnetic field reversal of Dawn was accelerated to six months, and the Martian tech priests went deep into the core but found no reason, which suggests a conspiracy."

A glint flashed in Peturabo's icy blue eyes, then faded as he watched the tugboat climb toward the tracks through the armored glass.

"My mission is to evacuate, not to investigate the reasons why a planet is destined to perish."

"My plan will ensure that every citizen of Dawn Star leaves this planet safely."

"To ensure the project is completed, every single aircraft, no matter how dilapidated or in disrepair, must be put into service. Magnus, now I must continue my work."

After Peturabo finished speaking, he walked to the control panel, ready to connect his dreadlocks to the system and continue their operation.

Suddenly, the ground beneath our feet trembled violently, and the entire orbital control center began to shake.

Peturabo's electronic "dreadlocks" are connected to the information flow, rapidly aggregating data from various nodes.

The earthquake caused large areas of land to crack.

Tsunami, the city was swallowed up.

……

Even the "Red Dragons," the planetary defense force that had previously been obedient and cooperative in carrying out his assigned tasks quite well, launched a rebellion.

Their armored firepower suddenly opened fire on the Steel Warriors, resulting in several deaths.

They also kidnapped Conrad Varga, the planetary governor appointed by the Empire, completely disrupting his evacuation plans.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Peturabo's icy blue eyes as his dreadlocks detached from the electronic device.

"You foresaw it, using your psychic powers?"

Magnus keenly sensed the rejection of psionic energy in Peturabo's tone.

Through long-term contact, he gained a considerable understanding of Perturabo. Unlike Leman Ruth's pure aversion, Perturabo and Roger Dorn had somewhat similar attitudes toward psionic powers.

They both emphasized the dangers of using psionic powers; Dorne's ideas came more from his own perspective, while Perturabo's were influenced by the Emperor's emphasis.

Magnus smiled and shook his head slightly.

“More of it comes from my son, Hathor Mat, who captured the sons of Sitan and obtained information from them.”

"Based on this information, my glimpses into the future tell me that the end of Dawn Star is a meticulously planned conspiracy."

"Now, I need the device you made for me. It's finished."

Peturabo paused for a moment. Magnus had previously given him the declassified ancient documents, asking him to create a subspace navigation device.

The most unique feature of that device is that it does not require psionic power to operate, which can compensate for the lack of navigators in the evacuation fleet.

It had already been completed, and Perturabo originally intended to smash it in front of Magnus to remind his only friend, his brother, of the dangers of the warp as taught by the Emperor.

But now is not the right time. Magnus is a proud brother who has complete confidence in himself.

The key to persuading him is not to convince him that his plan has failed, but rather to convince him that the machine will prove useful.

"Come with me."

Peturabo strode toward the covered instruments and lifted the gray curtain.

Ten minutes later, the red stormbird took off, and Magnus busied himself nervously between two machines linked together by adamantite chains.

He no longer had time to modify his own machine; now he had to combine the two machines together.

The machines Peturabo created will lock onto the warp entity called Sitan, and the machines he creates will help him gather energy to eliminate the threat.

As the Stormbirds hurtled toward Zarukin, Hathor Matt was already in dire straits.

He raised his staff high, and the power of the Thousand Sons of the Bright Feather School converged into the electric sphere.

The electric dragon's blinding light was as dazzling as the thunder unleashed by the electromagnetic storm in the distance.

The psionic lightning struck the body encased in red armor, but he merely raised his hand, and a dazzling light met the lightning.

With a deafening roar, the psionic lightning was engulfed.

"die!"

"Asawa" roared, and molten lava poured down from the sky.

Phossis Taka raised his hands high, and his telekinetic energy surged forth, creating a "force field shield" that blotted out the sky.

As the molten liquid slammed into the "force field shield," Taka's expression changed drastically. As a member of the First Council and a leading figure in the "Falcon School," only the Primarch's defense among the thousand sons was stronger than his.

But the "force field shield" he created was shattered in an instant. Taka let out a roar, and his telekinetic energy was unwillingly forced back around his body, barely enveloping him.

The flames engulfed more than a dozen Thousand Sons, burning them to ashes in an instant.

Countless images flashed in Asawa's eyes, and he let out a sneer.

"A thousand sons, all turned to dust!"

Hathor was in the center of the flames, his body melted by the fire, and then rapidly regenerated under the influence of bio-energy.

As his psionic energy rapidly depleted, he heard Sitan's words.

In the real world, the voice of "Asawa" comes from one person.

But within the vast ocean, there are countless conflicting voices.

The voices seemed to come from millions of people, including men, women, the elderly, and children.

Hathor was puzzled by Shitan's words. How could the Father of Genes, who had returned to the Legion, be associated with the powerful Thousand Sons?

He immediately disregarded Sita's words; the more crucial thing now was how to survive.

Hathor glanced at the sky out of the corner of his eye, but saw no shadow.

Since the father of genetics did not appear, we could only seek self-salvation.

As he looked away, he saw the dense barrage of bullets fired by the Thousand Sons at Sitan rapidly dissipate in the air, the explosives falling like dust.

Since psionic power cannot withstand the powerful warp entities generated by the painful deaths of countless psionicists, the only option is to use the abilities bestowed upon them by Lord Nimrod to save themselves.

A flash of inspiration struck the "psychologist," and his thoughts raced.

The awakened psionicists of the Dragon Kingdom who died were killed after their psionic energy was extracted by their own people.

What gave rise to Sita was the resentment of countless dead! Those dead lives still exist!

Although Sita is powerful, I might be able to "appease" a portion of it.
After conducting psychoanalysis, the "psychologist" began by saying:
"My fellow Terrans, my psionicists, I understand you."

“You have never done anything wrong, yet you have been betrayed by your own people.”

"..."

The "psychologist" discovered that, with his "soothing," the raging torrent of flames dissipated.

[As expected, I "pacified" a portion of Sita's aggregate, and I was able to communicate with him.]

Perhaps I will have the opportunity to carry out Lord Nimrod's orders.
Hathor, realizing this, shouted, "Stop! Retreat!"

He was no longer able to send thought pulses, and the armor's communication devices were destroyed in the molten lava.

Even the magnificent armor meticulously crafted by the Temple Chief of the "Bright Feather School," and even his perfectly long hair, could not be reshaped using Bright Feather techniques.

Hathor was in a more disheveled state than ever before, but the "psychiatrist" had no time to spare. He saw Sitan lower his right hand and raise his left, aiming at the retreating Chizuru.

"We are not your enemies."

“I am your friend, tell me your story.”

Asawa's face contorted in pain as the sounds of arguing echoed across the vast ocean.

"Lies! Kill them!"

"No! I must tell him that story, tell him that despicable man who deceived me, who tricked me into this, whose name is... damn it, I can't remember his name."

"Yes, someone must know about the shameful betrayal. He and all of them cannot die before I finish my story."

Taka looked at Hathor, and as their eyes met, he sensed Hathor's unwavering conviction.

He nodded slowly, then turned and left with the thousand children of the Second and Third Societies, leaving Hathor alone with the terrifying "Asawa".

Time ticked by, and the "psychologist" listened to the hundreds of voices echoing in his mind.

He responded quickly to each voice, carefully "soothing" their emotions.

Hathor believes that if it were an ordinary "psychologist," they would have been torn to shreds long ago.

Fortunately, he is both an Astartes and a psionicist, possessing a superhuman brain.

Lord Nimrod's three grants of power also enhanced his mind and gave him the ability to handle such situations.

The “psychologist” nervously satisfies some people and “pacifies” others, maintaining a fragile balance until all the children disappear from his perception.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly the roar of an engine filled his ears.

Hathor looked up and saw the Legion-painted red Stormbirds flying rapidly towards him.

[The father of genetics has arrived.]
As the thought flashed through his mind, a terrifying scream rang out, and Sitan sensed a life form that could threaten him.

(End of this chapter)