The Last Sentinel

On the screen, the black battle flag, adorned with golden blood crows, fluttered in the wind.

Clad in golden armor and possessing terrifying muscles reaching ten meters in height, the Platinum King waved his battle flag, while countless Blood Raven Space Marines chanted their loyalty.

Off-screen, roars echoed deep within the ancient hall.

"Blasphemy! This is the greatest blasphemy against the Emperor!"

"When did the Emperor have this genetic prototype son?"

"Death must return the soul to the Golden Throne, yet he allows his child's soul to return to a battle banner. He is blaspheming the Emperor, blaspheming the Golden Throne!"

Deep within the Holy Order of the Imperial Inquisition, a deafening roar echoed, a hoarse voice laced with fury that reverberated throughout the entire court: "Immediately, immediately seize this so-called Platinum God, this imposter Primarch!"

"The Emperor has only twenty Primarchs; this is written into the Codex Astartes! Where did this 21st Primarch come from?!"

"This is blatant blasphemy! This is an act of hostility against the Empire! This is an act of hostility against the Inquisition! Kill him! Immediately, right now!"

"Order the Holy Hammer Order to give the Grey Knights the complete and utter annihilation of the Platinum God and the Blood Raven Chapter, to uphold the Emperor's dignity and loyalty!"

Heavy footsteps interrupted the roar in the darkness. A figure wearing a black and red striped belt and a heavy, historical robe appeared, and a deep voice said, "Kayla Wayne, quiet down!"

The roar from the voice called Kayla Wayne subsided somewhat. "Gregor Eisenhorn! High Inquisitor, don't you see? A bunch of shameless thieves claim to have found their King of Thieves, a bastard who claims to be the Emperor's son, the Primarch! This is utter blasphemy!"

Grand Inquisitor Gregor stood in the darkness, his voice calm: "I saw it, but it has nothing to do with blaspheming the Emperor, much less with sending the Grey Knights to wipe him out and the Blood Ravens Chapter."

Kayla retorted angrily, "The Emperor has only twenty children, that's written in the Code of Astartes! He's the twenty-first, hah, if that's not blasphemy against the Emperor, then what is?"

"Chief Justice Gregor, you are getting old. From now on, I, Kayla Wayne, will lead the Order of the Outwards and the Order of the Holy Hammer to take over the Blood Ravens!"

"I will thoroughly wipe out this filthy warband and their dubious, imposter Primarchs, and sweep them into the warp's junkyard! I'll make them regret ever coming to this universe!"

As she finished speaking, Kayla's enormous figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

In the vast darkness, Grand Inquisitor Gregor stood calmly, as if nothing had happened.

After a long while, a gentle and calm voice came, "Your Honor, Kayla?"

The Grand Justice said, "I have observed that Platinum God, and he is indeed a true god. Such a god would not be at a disadvantage even when facing the Primarch. As for Kayla, the Living Saint of the Empire, Saint Macarius, told us that we must be responsible for our actions. Kayla and I are equals in the Inquisition, and he must be responsible for his words and deeds."

The gentle voice said, "It seems the Blood Raven Legion will soon be in trouble."

The Grand Justice looked up. "Great Sage, is Lord Guilliman aware of this matter?"

The great sage said, "We don't know yet, but he should find out soon."

The Chief Justice asked, "How do you think His Highness Guilliman would evaluate this matter?"

The Great Sage said, "I don't know, but from my perspective, the Blood Raven Chapter is one of the few interstellar chapters in the Empire that has maintained its full combat strength. Now they have voluntarily acknowledged the Platinum God as their Primarch. A god, a complete interstellar chapter, reminds me of the Warmaster. Back then, in order to quell the Warmaster's rebellion and kill this god, the Empire was severely weakened. Now, with another god's betrayal, neither the Empire nor the Emperor can withstand it. Initiating a war would be disadvantageous, but the other side has truly blasphemed the Emperor. This matter will be very troublesome, and may even affect the Emperor."

In the vast Imperial Court, only two sighs lingered for a long time.

Some are happy, some are sad.

The court's fury is about to erupt, and the warp's ecstasy has reached its climax.

"Look, what do I see? A clear-headed god with full divine power, who has not been deceived by the empire."

"My dear Crimson Lord, open your eyes and see! We have a new brother, a Platinum Lord who calls himself the 21st Primarch!"

"His golden armor was the same color as the old man sitting on the golden toilet. I really suspect he's the old man's illegitimate son."

In the swaying, dark canyon, a figure with long, white hair, a grey face, and a feathered robe, his pupils glowing crimson, gazed up at a massive black, winged throne. "Magnus, what do you think of this new brother?"

On the throne sat an elegant man in a long black robe. He was tall and his gaze was fixed on the constantly churning images in front of him. Ye Feng's face was locked onto the images, his angular cheeks and fighting-ready golden spiky hair almost leaping off the screen.

"Very powerful!" Magnus rested his chin on one hand and gently tapped the armrest of the Demon Throne with the other. "He not only possesses enviable power, but also knowledge that interests me. He's an interesting fellow. Powerful strength, vast psionic energy, endless mysteries, no emotional fluctuations, only the composure of a god who doesn't speak, a god who disdains to explain. In fact, he doesn't care about reputation. He can even tolerate a notorious warband like Blood Raven with mediocre combat strength. I can imagine that this guy doesn't care about stance, faction, ideology, or even right and wrong. He only cares about interests."

Beneath the throne, the white-haired, red-eyed Forgrim whispered, "As you say, may we bring him into our ranks and make him one of us?"

Magnus lowered his head and looked at Forgrim. "My dear brother, do you really think that a powerful and knowledgeable individual who doesn't care about reputation, or even about right and wrong, good and evil, would join a completely unfamiliar and passive force just because of your sweet words and empty promises?"

"But...but the Horus Warmaster has fallen. We need a powerful Primarch to join us in order to maintain balance in the war against Guilliman's loyalists!" Forgrim whispered.

Magnus looked up at Ye Feng's face in the video, smiled knowingly, and said, "Don't worry, my brother, the Empire will help us bring him to our side!"

"No one understands the outdated values ​​and conservative rules of the imperial officials better than I do!"

They call tyranny benevolence, pedantry loyalty, cowardice prudence, and lust love.

"One person carries out the task, two people supervise, three people review, ten people share the credit, and one hundred people check the task."

"Such an empire simply cannot contain such a powerful Primarch."

"The charlatans from the Inquisition and the Cult of Mechanisms have already made their move; let's prepare for the welcoming ceremony..."

Magnus had barely finished speaking when the smile on the Platinum King's face on the screen vanished abruptly, replaced by a pair of icy, murderous eyes that snapped back at Magnus, who was standing right outside the screen!

Magnus and the Platinum King locked eyes instantly, and two golden beams of light shot out from the screen, colliding with Magnus's gaze!

boom--

The earth shook, the throne trembled, and countless wisps of gray mist rose up.

Magnus stood up, his voice calm and gentle, not at all like a demon prince, but rather a knowledgeable scholar. "Respected strongman, I have no intention of provoking you. I merely admire your great strength and have no intention of being your enemy."

Forgrim crawled out of the ashes. "How...how did he do that! We were just spying on him through the network, and he could sense us, and even...even attack us!"

"The powerful psionic reaction allowed him to see right through us outside the mirror, breaking through the three-dimensional limitations and reaching the realm of four-dimensional true vision," Magnus said with lingering fear. "His psionic reserves are definitely no less than mine, and may even be stronger. But I don't have his physical strength. I should avoid spying on him in the future."

"What do you mean? We should avoid him?" Fugram asked.

Magnus chuckled lightly, "You can try to challenge him, but if he kills you, don't call me to save you! The great god Tzeentch has no time to save a piece of trash who's just asking to die."

"You—" Fogrem hissed, baring his teeth.

But Magnus didn't care at all and strolled into the depths of darkness.

The screen shattered, and Ye Feng slowly turned around, a look of astonishment flashing deep in his eyes.

That dark force that just spied on me is not to be underestimated!

In terms of sheer mental strength, that mental power surpassed that of a necromancer priest, reaching at least the exponential level of a 2.0-tier satellite-level cosmic warrior!

This clearly shows that the Warhammer universe is full of hidden talents and should not be underestimated!

If an ordinary strongman is this strong, then the original gods must be at the same level as Meng Xinghun.

It's better to keep a low profile.