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In an instant, a deafening roar of fire suddenly sounded.

The sound seemed to tear the space apart, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The other Thousand Sons only felt a flash of fire before their eyes, followed by a powerful heat wave blowing towards them.

When the smoke slowly dissipated, everyone saw that Magnus was holding the Burner tightly with his right hand.

However, Magnus no longer held his former majesty. One of the corners of his once gleaming golden armor had broken off and fallen to the ground, appearing particularly glaring.

The armor was also covered with traces of flames, with charred lines spreading wildly, as if they were hideous claw marks left by flames on the armor, telling the thrilling and intense struggle just now.

Magnus's expression was solemn, but his eyes still showed determination.

Although the Burner's resistance was beyond imagination, he would never give up easily and must completely control it.

Seeing this, the Thousand Sons gathered around, their eyes filled with worry and admiration. They were ready to obey Magnus' orders at any time and deal with this difficult situation together with the Primarch.

"Alas." Magnus sighed deeply. His gaze slowly swept over the guilt-ridden faces of the Thousand Sons around him. His tone was calm but contained undeniable soothing words. "Don't blame yourselves. The time I gave you to prepare was too short. With the current arrangement, there is no way to control this extremely powerful being at the pinnacle of the real universe."

After a brief pause and a moment's thought, Magnus decisively ordered: "Go and fetch the Mechanicus's Mechanicus."

His expression was serious, with a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Tell them exactly what happened here."

Upon hearing this, the Thousand Sons immediately took orders and left.

They knew very well that this incident was far beyond their current ability to deal with. The Mechanicus had unique expertise in technology and mechanical creations. Perhaps only with their help could they successfully control the Burning One.

Magnus looked at the backs of the Thousand Sons as they left, then looked down at the Burning One that was still struggling slightly in his hand. As a Primarch, Magnus was actually very reluctant to seek help from the Mechanicus.

On the one hand, the Mechanicus's style and philosophy have always been unpredictable, and their fanatical pursuit of technology is often accompanied by unpredictable variables, which makes Magnus feel that they are really unreliable.

After all, in some previous cooperation experiences, the Mechanicus would often steal things secretly in order to obtain one-star creation machines or other machine-related existences, leaving only his Thousand Sons Legion and mortal auxiliary forces to deal with powerful enemies.

On the other hand, the Primarch's innate dignity is like an unshakable monument in his heart and cannot be easily shaken.

Asking for help from others goes against his proud nature. Even if the other party is also a Primarch, it is difficult for him to humble himself.

This sense of dignity comes from his outstanding ability and lofty status, and is a principle he adheres to deep in his heart.

However, at this moment, the Burner's power exceeded his expectations, and the Thousand Sons alone could not effectively control it.

The safety of Prospero and even the entire universe weighed heavily on his shoulders.

The dire situation did not allow him to hesitate any longer. In order to protect everything he cherished, Magnus had to put aside his grudges and dignity and choose to seek help from the Mechanicus.

Chapter 330 Academic Exchanges of the Mechanicus

After a whole month of hard work, the container used to imprison the Star God was finally successfully manufactured.

During this long month, Magnus endured enormous pressure alone and persisted in dealing with the Burning Ones.

Although his Thousand Sons were sincere and expressed their willingness to share his burden even at the cost of their lives, they were all rejected by Magnus.

However, because the Thousand Sons had been plagued by a genetic disease, their numbers were extremely small. This made Magnus take good care of each of his descendants and never want them to take risks easily.

At this moment, under the expectant gaze of the Mechanicus priests, Magnus slowly placed the fragments of the Burner into the furnace.

The original body's palms had been in contact with the burner for a long time, and the skin and flesh had long been burned into charcoal. The white bones were clearly visible, and the scene was shocking.

As the Burner fragments were put in, the furnace began to slowly operate, emitting a low and rhythmic roar.

At the same time, Magnus's palm also underwent amazing changes.

The black charcoal gradually fell off his palm, as if expelled by some invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, bright red flesh began to grow at an astonishing speed, and the originally mutilated palm gradually recovered.

Looking at the furnace before him, which seemed to be made of various broken objects and still bore traces of sol, Magnus was filled with doubts and couldn't help but ask, "Will this really work?"

He really couldn't believe that such an unassuming furnace could hold a powerful being that could be said to be at the pinnacle of the universe.

A Mechanical Priest hurried forward and responded respectfully, "Son of God, you may not know this, but we found this furnace in the deepest reaches of the Forge World. The Machine Soul within it is extremely active and can theoretically hold anything."

Magnus stared at the Mechanical Priest with a stern expression, warning, "...If it fails to achieve the desired effect of confinement, I will personally remove your mechanical head and completely destroy the Forge World you govern."

His tone was cold and resolute, leaving no room for doubt, demonstrating the Primarch's seriousness and decisiveness in the face of this major crisis.

It was no wonder Magnus was so angry. After all, anyone who had their hands burned mercilessly by flames for a month, and who had endured the long wait with great anticipation, only to see the other party produce such a broken, worn-out furnace, would be dissatisfied.

The Burner was successfully imprisoned in the furnace.

The moment He was put in in the early morning, the furnace seemed to be activated and automatically started the operating program.

A strange light flashed around the furnace, and it began to draw energy from the burner in an orderly manner.

The Burner naturally would not sit still and wait for death. It burst out with all its strength to fight back, and the raging flames burned the inside of the furnace madly.

However, all these resistances seemed to be of no avail, the furnace remained as solid as a rock and remained unmoved.

"Well, this is indeed a good thing." After being silent for a moment, Magnus had to admit and praise the furnace. Its actual utility was indeed far beyond its unprepossessing appearance.

At this time, a mechanical priest came forward and said, "Son of God, in order to help you solve this difficult problem, we have even given you the best weapons in the Forge World. Now, may I ask our..."

"I've prepared your reward," Magnus said, calmly pulling a book from his bosom. The title "Magnus Doctrine" was prominently displayed on the cover. He continued, "This compiles all the Thousand Sons' discoveries over the years, covering psychic energy, physics, technology, and more. Not even the Emperor possesses such a comprehensive and detailed collection of knowledge. It's a great bargain for you today."

Upon hearing this, the Mechanical Priest remained silent for a long time.

He tried his best to suppress his body's instinctive reaction, but even so, the oil in his body still boiled with excitement.

The mechanical parts on his body also showed a distinct red temperature, the color was just like Magnus's red skin.

Magnus looked at the Mechanical Priest who was so excited that he could hardly control himself, and he knew that he would not be able to get their help for free just by relying on the "Magnus Doctrine".

After all, the Mechanicus's desire for rare technological items is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

After thinking for a moment, Magnus sighed helplessly and then reached out his hand.

He carefully took out the STC template - the molecular dagger - that he had seized in a fierce battle with the aliens.

This STC template is not simple. It contains the unique and advanced technological crystallization of the alien civilization. For the Mechanicus, it is a treasure that they have always dreamed of.

When the Mechanical Priest's gaze fell upon the STC template emitting a mysterious light, his face, which had been distorted by his efforts to restrain himself, instantly relaxed, and an extremely brilliant smile blossomed on his face, like a child who had obtained a priceless treasure he had longed for.

That smile was extremely sincere, as if all the previous efforts had been greatly rewarded at this moment.

His eyes flashed with excitement and greed, and he couldn't wait to take this precious reward and study the advanced technology contained in it in depth.

The Mechanical Priest who was delighted to have obtained the STC template had just returned to his companions in high spirits. Before he had the chance to show off, he was suddenly attacked by an "academic attack" by a companion next to him. He was knocked unconscious and collapsed to the ground defenselessly.

This sudden change instantly broke the original peace, and the other mechanical priests were immediately thrown into chaos.

In an instant, the entire scene descended into chaos. They were seen manipulating the spider-like mechanical arms behind them, frantically grabbing various weapons.

A variety of tools such as wrenches, screwdrivers, single-molecule sharp blades, etc. instantly became fighting weapons in their hands.

An "academic exchange conference" with unique characteristics of the Mechanicus kicked off in an extremely absurd yet expected way.

The Mechanicus shouted obscure mechanical terms while brandishing their weapons at each other, all trying to snatch the extremely precious STC template from the hands of their unconscious companions, as if whoever obtained it would be able to dominate the academic field of the Mechanicus and usher in a new era of scientific and technological research.

As this "academic exchange conference" unfolded fiercely, the sounds of various mechanical collisions and the hum of energy weapons intertwined.

Those tools that were originally supposed to be used for precision mechanical operations have now turned into cold and gleaming weapons, being waved in the hands of the mechanical priests.

There was a tall mechanical priest who, with his thick and powerful mechanical arms, wielded a huge wrench and swept it like a whirlwind towards those who were trying to approach his unconscious companion.

The wrench made a whirring sound, and wherever it went, the other priests took cover, fearing that they would be hit by the powerful blow and have parts scattered all over the ground.

On the other side, a nimble mechanical priest, controlling several slender mechanical arms and holding a single-molecule sharp blade, shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, trying to find the right moment to snatch the STC template from the unconscious priest.

His movements were swift and precise, and the sharp blade flashed dangerously under the refraction of light, making the surrounding priests dare not take it lightly.

On the edge of the crowd, some more rational mechanical priests tried to shout loudly to stop the chaos.

They knew that such a disorderly fight might not only damage the precious STC template, but also cause the Adeptus Mechanicus to lose face in front of the Primarch Magnus.

And based on their contribution, the STC template should be given to them, but their voices were quickly drowned out in the noisy melee.

A priest seized the opportunity, successfully approached his unconscious companion, and reached out to snatch the STC template.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the template, another priest fired a beam of energy, hitting his arm accurately. With a burst of sparks, the priest retracted his hand in pain, and the template was narrowly avoided being snatched away.

This crazy "academic exchange conference" seems to show no signs of calming down, but is instead developing in an even more out-of-control direction.

A priest shouted at him angrily, "Old man, if it weren't for protecting the STC template, we would have torn you down long ago!"

His eyes flashed with angry red light, and the tools on the mechanical arms behind him trembled violently with his emotional fluctuations, as if they would attack again in the next second.

The scolded priest showed no sign of weakness, hugged the box tightly in his arms, and retorted: "Hmph, stop bragging! Everyone knows what you are thinking, you just want to keep this treasure for yourself!" The two men were on the verge of a fight, and the air around them seemed to be ignited by the tense atmosphere, ready to explode at any moment.

The other priests watched eagerly from the sidelines, not only staring at the STC templates in their arms, but also being wary of their companions who might join the fight at any time. A new conflict seemed to be about to break out.

Seeing the chaotic scene in front of him, Magnus's anger suddenly rose.

It wasn't because the Mechanical Priests were fighting for the STC template, but because his "Magnus Doctrine", which embodied countless efforts of the Thousand Sons, was ruthlessly shattered into pieces in the melee.

Pages of books flew everywhere, scattered on the ground full of traces of fighting, like the trampled remains of knowledge.

In stark contrast, the STC template seemed to be under some invisible protective spell.

Despite being subjected to fierce attacks from explosive bombs, and even a priest using his own body to block possible damage to it, it remained intact, lying quietly in the hands of the unconscious priest, as if coldly watching the farce caused by it.

Magnus suppressed his anger and turned to give orders to the Thousand Sons beside him: "Move the furnace away. We will not participate in the fight between them, nor will we interfere, let alone stop it. We can just watch from the sidelines." The Primarch's tone was cold, and his eyes revealed his disappointment and disdain for this group of mechanical priests.

Upon hearing this, the Thousand Sons immediately took action according to the Primarch's instructions.

They carefully lifted the still warm and running furnace and steadily left this chaotic place.

The sounds of the Mechanical Priests fighting behind him gradually faded away, but Magnus's disgust for the Mechanicus grew deeper.

He secretly swore that unless it was absolutely necessary, he would never cooperate with this group of guys who would do anything for profit.

At this moment, he was more concerned about how to properly place the Burners and continue to advance the reconstruction of Prospero. As for the group of crazy mechanical priests, let them be.

After Magnus and the Thousand Sons departed with the Crucible, the struggle among the Mechanicus continued raging.

Those crazy people who were chasing the STC template completely ignored everything around them, and the entire area was destroyed in a mess.

As time went by, the battle gradually became clear.

Several stronger and more ruthless mechanical priests successfully gained the upper hand and snatched the STC template from the unconscious priest. However, before they had time to properly celebrate this hard-earned "victory", they found themselves in a new round of confrontation.

Everyone stared at the template in the other's hand, their eyes full of greed and vigilance, and no one was willing to give up this piece of "fat meat" easily.

Just when they were on the verge of fighting again at any time, a mechanical priest who seemed to have considerable experience stood up from the chaotic crowd with difficulty.

The mechanical parts on his body were badly damaged, flickering with a nearly extinguished light, but his voice still carried an unquestionable majesty: "Enough! This endless fighting will not benefit us, the Mechanicus."

When the other priests heard this, although they were still unwilling in their hearts, they still eased the tense atmosphere a little and turned their eyes to this old guy who was so old and still had no purity and was wasting oil while living.

If he didn't have the melta bomb strapped to his body, he would have been chopped to pieces long ago.

Then the old man continued, "This STC template contains enormous research value. If it is damaged due to our internal strife, it will be a real loss. We should prioritize the overall interests of the Mechanicus and study it together."

After a fierce ideological struggle and under the threat of bombs, these mechanical priests finally reached a consensus.

They carefully put away the STC template and began to clean up the mess.

At the same time, all the mechanical priests cursed this old man in their hearts.

This old guy doesn't care about academic exchanges at all and brought out this bomb.

Good, very good, very good.

Don't close your eyes at night, old man, you have lived for so long but have no basis for any doctrine.

Elsewhere, Magnus and the Thousand Sons placed the Forge in a heavily guarded underground facility on Prospero.

Not only are there heavy defenses here, but there are also psychic shields carefully arranged by the Thousand Sons to ensure that the Burning One cannot escape again.

Magnus stood in front of the furnace, staring at the slowly running equipment, thinking about his next plan.

Although the Burning One was temporarily under control, the reconstruction of Prospero still had a long way to go, and the actions of the Mechanicus this time forced him to re-examine the relationship between the various forces.

Especially this kind of weird one.

Chapter 331: Governing the country with faith, a believer’s autobiography.

Luo Jia stared into the distance and said slowly, "They're gone."

Angertai stood beside the Primarch and responded, "Yes, my lord. Lords Klax and Curze have received orders from the Emperor to return and take over their respective Legions. They have learned a lot from Guilliman."

Angertai shuddered at the mention of Guilliman.

The scene of the destruction of the Perfect City was still seared into his memory as vividly as a nightmare.

The overwhelming number of Ultramarines was nearly three times the number of the Word Bearers at that time. Such a huge force was truly terrifying.

Lorgar turned and looked at the burning Erebus.