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Gonzalez didn't know what was going on here. This was not a phenomenon that could be caused by a vortex bomb. The only thing he could be sure of was that he... seemed to have caused a huge disaster.

"Everyone, activate the warp engines and evacuate immediately! Don't look directly at that crack. That is the 'Eye of Mystery' - the eye of the Chaos God 'Lord of Change' spying on the physical universe!"

"I repeat, do not look directly into the Eye of Mystery! Evacuate immediately! This is an order from the leader himself!"

The Swordfish research vessels that received Russell's evacuation order abandoned the small number of Necron creation parts that they had no time to pull away, and directly started their engines to enter the curvature bubble. The Swordfish frigate formation also took advantage of the commander of the Eumenides' brief daze to escape, choosing the nearest path to quickly move away from the strange eye that was gradually opening and burning countless people's souls like a star.

In the center of the Flare Galaxy, the corpse of a star formed by the fusion of a binary star system became even more dazzling at this moment. The Eye of Mystery slowly opened, and this huge star gradually overlapped with the huge pupil of the Lord of Change, like a perfectly cut Silmaril, reflecting the ever-changing brilliant light in the warp space.

The evil god's gaze shone through the sea of ​​souls and was directly reflected on the material universe. The people who had previously gone crazy due to staring at the evil god became further distorted after the mysterious eye was opened. No human features could be seen on them anymore. Instead, there were hideous and twisted demon claws and severely deformed, hunched bodies.

The Lord of Change opened his eyes, and countless mortals and psychics fell into demons on the spot.

The sea of ​​souls is churning with endless tides, and the sound of the rising and falling waves echoes the low moans from the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, which are incomprehensible to any living creature.

Outside the Flare Galaxy, a vast swarm of Zerg that covered the sky and the sun completely submerged and surrounded the entire galaxy. The scarlet shadow of the Warp covered the sky and the sun, preventing Tzeentch from looking further.

On the evacuation route as they passed by the swarm of insects, Lystia, who had gradually calmed down, suddenly realized something horrible.

The opening of the Mysterious Eye, which was larger than the star system, was shocking enough in itself, so that most people who were caught in fear and astonishment did not notice something that was both conspicuous and imperceptible - the direction in which the Mysterious Eye was looking was the location of Faya's coordinates.

"If the massive swarm of insects had not arrived in time to block the flow of subspace energy around her, with the size of this subspace rift, Faya might have been included in the evil god's vision..."

Only after leaving the battlefield did she realize how dangerous the situation had been not long ago.

But at the same time, a doubt arose in her mind: According to the human empire's nearly ten thousand years of experience with chaos, it is known that there is a barrier between the material universe and the subspace, which restrains the creatures of the subspace and the evil gods of chaos and prevents them from easily interfering with reality.

Warp creatures such as "enslavers" and demons often need to invade and occupy out-of-control psychics as a portal before they can come out of the sea of ​​souls and into the material universe to do evil.

Chaos demons like the Great Unclean One and the Great Keeper of Secrets can only be summoned through grand blasphemous ceremonies and the harvesting of large numbers of souls as sacrifices.

As for wanting to directly export the power of the Four Chaos Gods out of the subspace and have it act directly on the real universe to the level of being able to tear apart galaxies... it is so difficult that even sacrificing the hundreds of billions of lives of an entire hive planet may not succeed.

So, who tore the veil between reality and illusion and attracted the attention of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change?

Lysitia frowned and cast her eyes on a mortal pilot who was receiving psychiatric treatment. He claimed that he encountered a monster covered with feathers and eyeballs on the battlefield, but the monster did not actively hurt him, but only took away the psychic dust on his body.

The missionaries who were sent back later also insisted on the same statement.

"The opening of the Eye of Mystery and the advent of the Lord of Change, are they related to the monster that stole the Psychic Dust?"

Lystia was a man of action. After she had the idea, she immediately set out to verify it. She managed to collect statements from the people who returned to the fleet, and combined it with the inventory of supplies counted before the expedition fleet set out, she roughly calculated the total amount of psychic dust taken away by the monster:

Taking the psychic potential of an adult Eldar as one unit, the expedition fleet carried a total of 1 units of psychic dust before departure, minus the remaining dust in the fleet, the consumption of equipment such as the subspace detector, psychic divination array, psychic shield, etc., as well as the large amount of inventory lost in the battle...

——The monster devoured about 900 units of psychic dust in total. It would be more if the psychic equipment it sucked dry was counted, but it would not exceed 1000 units.

Is a unit of psychic dust enough to summon an eye of the Chaos God?" Lysitia muttered to herself.

While she was calculating the statistics, the Eumenides, which was closest to the Warp rift called the Eye of Mystery, and the mechanical forge that was occupied by the Death Stalkers, were in complete chaos.

Chapter 135 Arrival

The ancient battleship Eumenides groaned in pain, trying its best to resist the evil god's power from invading its body, but it was of no avail.

The crew members who had fallen into demonic states under the gaze of the Chaos God praised the title of the Raven God, hiding something with their evil grins, or perhaps this clumsy disguise itself was also a disguise.

They went on a killing spree in the cabin, slaughtering with jealousy and resentment the stubborn people who refused to submit to the will of the Lord of Change.

The spawn of the Dark Angels are the most stubborn of all.

The descendants of Lion are as loyal as their genetic father. Even though their bodies under the armor have been twisted and deformed, their loyalty to the Lord of Mankind remains unshakable.

The 3rd Captain led the remaining Astartes monks to kill the demons in the cabin and hurriedly left the battleship control room which had become like hell on earth.

Gonzalez knew that the fighting brothers behind him were very confused and angry at this moment. They were confused by this sudden change, angry at the reckless action of the Captain of the 3rd Company which led to the annihilation of all the brothers in the boarding torpedoes fired at the Order of Truth, and caused this incredible subspace change.

"I understand your anger. Brothers may no longer be willing to obey my orders... But for now, please obey my command and go to Warehouse No. 8." Gonzalez pleaded with an extremely humble attitude for his status:

"The extermination weapon given to the Dark Angels by the Lord of Humanity himself is stored in No. 8. As long as we use that weapon, we will be able to take back control of the Eumenides from the devil, and further--"

Before he could finish his words, the ship shook violently under his feet, interrupting his words. The turbulent subspace turbulence had already poured out from the Eye of Mystery and began to erode the physical universe. The situation was so urgent that no delay was allowed.

"This is our last chance." Gonzalez said and walked quickly forward.

The other Astartes brothers looked at each other and finally decided to follow the captain of the 3rd company, because at this time, anger was meaningless. Only by going to warehouse No. 8 could they have a tiny chance to grasp the only slim hope.

As it turns out, the chances are slim indeed.

The gravity simulation system in the cabin has also stopped working, and they can only rely on the magnetic boots on their feet to trudge forward. The cabin corridors inside the Eumenides were once very familiar to the death hunters, but now due to the influence of the evil god's power, they have become as complicated as a maze, and there is no way out.

All instruments were disrupted and malfunctioned, and they could not even discern the most basic direction. In the dark and depressing atmosphere, they would never know whether the next intersection would greet them as a dead end with nothing, or a distorted demon with bared fangs and claws.

Outside the cabin, the Eumenides, which had lost power, had drifted along the turbulence of the subspace to right in front of the ever-widening Eye of Mystery, facing the huge, star-like pupil of the Lord of Change.

The whispers of the evil god became extremely strong at this time, and together with the endless maze in the cabin, it tortured the tenacious minds of the Space Marines. The layout of the maze kept changing, trying to use this endless despair to convince the descendants of Lion to give up their struggle and come under his wings.

Gonzalez was still moving forward in silence, but suddenly, a clanging sound of metal collision was heard behind him. He turned his head vigilantly. There was no danger, only splattered blood that dyed half of Gonzalez's face red.

He was a Space Marine who realized that his heart had begun to waver. Before he completely fell, he chose to take off his helmet, put the blade into his throat, and committed suicide by drinking the sword.

"May the Golden Throne accept your loyal soul, Nash... It's a pity that a sinner like me has no face to face the Lord of Mankind." Gonzalez mourned his deceased brother with a short prayer.

They were about to turn around and continue moving forward to look for Warehouse No. 8 when suddenly, Nash's body, which Gonzalez had placed next to the wall, began to tremble.

Above the corpse, an illusory figure was groaning in pain. It was the soul of the dead Nash. Contrary to Gonzalez's good wishes, the loyal warrior did not receive the protection of the Golden Throne after his death. Instead, he was held between the fingers of the evil god and tortured and toyed with with great interest.

Amid the wailing of Nash's soul, a frivolous voice came faintly.

"Intelligent creatures always like to fantasize about the beauty of the afterlife, to numb the pain of life. This fantasy has many names: faith, ancestor worship, reincarnation... I have seen too many. Creatures immersed in fantasy can be fearless of any suffering and temptation, but if this faith is taken away, the beautiful fantasy will be shattered like a bubble..."

The voice paused, and then Nash's soul was twisted by an invisible force into a slender monster that was not in human form, and was stuffed back into the warm corpse which still had body temperature.

The distortion of the soul was directly reflected in the body, and the corpse that was forcibly stuffed with the soul was instantly deformed. The swollen body broke through the armor, and within a few seconds, the loyal warrior who would rather commit suicide than betray the Emperor became a hideous demon with blasphemous spells on his skin.

"When the illusion that served as a spiritual pillar was broken, the belief that had been firmly believed for a long time was falsified. Mortals came to know that the so-called salvation of the Golden Throne was just a complete lie, and what they would face after death was only endless pain..."

"Those who truly understand death will only be more afraid of death than ever before... Hehe... Are you anxious?"

Before the ghostly voice could finish its words, Gonzalez used the power sword in his hand to pierce the body of his battle brother in front of him, who had been deformed into a chaos monster.

"Your clumsy lies can't deceive any of us!"

Gonzalez roared angrily, drew his sword, and continued forward without looking back.

His steps remained firm, but he did not dare to look back at the reactions of his other fighting brothers, nor did he dare to ask himself whether his faith had been shaken. Such blasphemous thoughts would never be allowed to appear.

The remaining Space Marines followed the 3rd Captain's steps in silence, without saying a word.

Outside the cabin, the mysterious eye with a star as its pupil and an eye socket spanning the galaxy bent slightly, like a person who is having fun and bends his eyebrows with a smile.

The Eye of Mystery scanned the sea of ​​red insects rushing towards it from every direction with great interest. A faint murmur sounded in the subspace:

"You always exceed my expectations..."

In the turbulent subspace filled with whispering sounds, highly mutated Chaos warships slowly emerged from the pupil of the Eye of Mystery.

Each Chaos warship was draped with spell chains that were either decorative or had some practical use. And on the bridge, a huge one-eyed totem hung high.

It was an extremely ancient totem, dating back to the Great Crusade nearly ten thousand years ago, one of the 20 Astartes Legions: the Thousand Sons.

Some scholars believe that the one-eyed totem of the Thousand Sons comes from the witchcraft concept of the "all-seeing eye"; some dissidents claim that the one-eyed symbol is a merciful act from the genetic father of the Thousand Sons Legion, who lost one of his eyes in order to save his offspring.

After thousands of years have passed, it is impossible to verify who is right and who is wrong among the various statements.

The only thing that could be confirmed was that the red giant standing on the bow of the Chaos battleship at this moment indeed had only one eye.

Chapter 136 Father and Son

The Chaos warships that rode the turbulence of the Warp out of the Eye of Mystery can be divided into 9 different specifications from large to small. Each specification has 9, 99, and 999 warships, forming a Holy Number Fleet composed of thousands of Chaos warships.

The Holy Number Fleet contains not only Imperial warships controlled by Thousand Sons wizards, but also a large number of strange and unknown alien space vehicles.

Some of them are the remnants of aliens wiped out by the Emperor during the Great Crusade. A few warships carry an entire civilization and have been drifting in the Sea of ​​Souls until now, until they were guided here by the Lord of Change.

Even more are the wreckage of ships that have been lost and crashed in the warp over the long years. The dying machine souls unconsciously gathered together for warmth while drifting with the tide, and then aggregated and mutated. After a long time, they merged with each other and turned into these deformed creations named "Debts" by the Lord of Change.

The degree of mutation of "Nie Debt" is far more thorough than that of the Chaos warships controlled by the psychic power of the Thousand Sons warriors. Rather than a warship, it is more like some kind of Warp creature covered in a mechanical body, and every part that is forcibly pieced together without any connection is burning with the flame of hatred.

A considerable number of warriors in the Thousand Sons Legion were burned by Ahriman's "Red Spell", their flesh and blood were imprisoned, and their souls were turned into hollow armor driven by sorcery. Only a few members with strong psychic power were able to survive and gain psychic enhancement from the Red Spell.

For the Thousand Sons, the huge "debt" floating in the void was not something unbearable. Trapped in chaos, they had long been accustomed to getting along with all kinds of twisted monsters. But when it came to aliens, it was another matter.

As early as during the Terra Unification War before the Great Crusade, the Emperor of Mankind had already programmed the deep hatred for aliens directly into the basic genetic sequence of the Astartes. Every Space Marine extremely hates all intelligent creatures except humans. This hatred engraved at the genetic level is difficult to change even if it falls into Chaos.

The various aliens that were exterminated in the Great Crusade also have the same hatred for humans.

This is a dark age where there is not even a trace of the light that can be called "love". In the galaxy, there is only hatred and war.

Therefore, even if it was out of the irresistible will of the Lord of Change, the Chaos-ridden Thousand Sons Legion had to swallow their anger and join the Holy Number Fleet to fight against the aliens, but deep down in their hearts, they still longed to immediately fire the Warp Wave Cannon at the alien ships on their flanks and slaughter these filthy alien remnants.

With such desire, many Thousand Sons wizards simultaneously turned their gazes to the tall figure standing on the bow, silently gazing at their father who had become a stranger to them.

Lord of Prospero, Lord of the Sorcerers, Fifteenth Son of the Emperor, and Daemon Prince of Tzeentch - Magnus the Red.

He was once the best scholar in the entire galaxy and the foremost master of psychic powers in the human empire. He was erudite, wise, open-minded, and had a strong thirst for knowledge. He was willing to sacrifice one of his eyes to cure the flesh and blood mutation of his offspring.

He created a kingdom of scholars and psykers on Prospero, spreading the glory of knowledge with his vast library, and helping inexperienced young psykers discover and control their potential.

The Thousand Sons Legion, led by the Gene-Father, collected and organized the Warp and psychic knowledge from all over the galaxy. It was also at that time that the Wizard King wrote the witchcraft masterpiece "The Book of Magnus", in which he put all his efforts.

It was such a learned scholar and seeker of knowledge who destroyed the future of mankind with his own hands.

Magnus was now an indescribable mass standing on the bow of the warship. Because of his deep connection with the warp, Magnus' physical form had never been stable. His body was constantly changing, and only a few features representing his concept of existence could be barely used for identification.

For example, his red skin, tall body, and the single eye that constantly changes colors.

This is all that remains of Magnus's existence.

The Primarch's genes also contain the hatred for aliens written by the Emperor himself, and what the Thousand Sons are curious about now is whether their genetic father, who has been promoted to a Demon Prince, still retains the hatred from the Emperor?

The Red Devil standing at the bow just looked up at the morbid scarlet starry sky without saying a word.

One step back to the left of Magnus stood a Thousand Sons wizard wearing a sorcery helmet with three pairs of curved horns and holding a black staff. He was much taller than his Thousand Sons brothers, but still far less majestic than the Primarch.

But even when standing behind Magnus, he always stood straight, without any sign of servility.

He is one of the most legendary warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion, the Red Sorcerer, the Chosen of Tzeentch, the Man trapped by fate - Ahriman the Exile.

It should have been a heartwarming scene to see the father and son standing together on the battlefield, but Ahriman's eyes were burning with hatred as he glanced at his genetic father.

The conflict between father and son originated from the two Rubric Spells cast by Ahriman. The first release of this forbidden spell played by Tzeentch turned the Thousand Sons Legion into the real "Thousand Sons". The second Rubric Spell was controlled by Magnus and used to repair his own soul to almost completeness.

Ahriman hated Magnus for this, and even after a thousand years, this hatred was still so clear.