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"I'm very sad that you think so! Am I such a bad person?" Xi Liu frowned slightly, raised her jade hands gracefully to her chest, pretending to cover her heart, her face full of pitiful and aggrieved look, but the words she spoke, word by word, were like the ringing of a huge bell, the coming of divine punishment, carrying with them the majestic majesty of great divine power.

Wherever the sound waves reached, the swirling pink mist instantly became as if scorched by the scorching sun, evaporating rapidly with a hissing sound and turning into nothingness; the tentacles that rushed towards it with great momentum seemed to have their bones and muscles pulled out by the Buddha, and instantly became limp and drooped down, losing all vitality.

"Oh, it's my fault. I shouldn't have imagined you to be so bad. Tell me what the good news is." Slaanesh's beautiful eyes moved, but he didn't believe it at all in his heart.

After all, those who believed her words in the past eventually became her loyal puppets.

She never stopped moving, and while she was talking, she secretly exerted her strength again. A torrent of pink smoke gushed out from her bright red sandalwood mouth, like a raging pink wave, filling the space again in an instant.

Nourished by this thick fog, the limp tentacles began to slowly wriggle again, gradually regaining their previous ferocious vitality, with suction cups opening and closing, mucus dripping, and an appearance of greed that would never give up.

In fact, he had no interest in the so-called good things that Xi mentioned. His mind and eyes were filled with only one thought - to get the god who ruled the galaxy in front of him and let him sink into his bed together.

As for the black sun that is now hanging high in the sky in its own territory waiting for Xi to return, emitting a deep and cold light, when the time comes, it will be drawn into the endless vortex of decadence together with Xi, and they will sink together, never to escape.

But imagination is just imagination after all, and reality is like a sharp boning knife, which removes those beautiful fantasies and leaves only the jagged bones.

The tentacles that Slaanesh had driven with all his might were powerless in front of Xi. Not to mention hurting it, even getting close to it was a luxury.

Even though this was Slaanesh's private territory, in front of the Silver Palace bed protected by his authority, the surging waves of tentacles could only be smashed by an invisible force just inches away from the dawn, falling down and unable to move forward.

"I want you to use your authority to make a crown, and all your great demons must be mobilized to help me pull Magnus out of Tzeentch's trap."

The sound of the sun was like a huge bell, and the words were like heavy weights, falling into this strange space.

After she finished speaking, she slowly stood up from the throne. Her figure was like a towering jade mountain rising from the ground. With every step she took, the impact of her boot heels on the ground was like thunder. Wherever the sound waves reached, the pink mist scattered in panic like a group of frightened animals. The tentacles were even more unbearable. The ones that were nearby were instantly turned into powder, and the ones that were a little further away also convulsed and collapsed, their lives cut off.

"If you make a request, you have to pay a price, and this is not the good thing you say it is."

Slaanesh lay on his side on the bed, his beautiful eyes fixed on Xi who was approaching step by step. However, when his gaze touched the other's chest wrapped in gorgeous clothes, it wandered for a moment, a full six seconds, and he thought to himself that he was really tired of these clothes that covered his body.

When Xi leaned closer and her warm breath ruffled his hair, Slaanesh came back to his senses.

"After the matter is accomplished, I will personally give you a Primarch." Xi raised his slender fingers slightly, pinched Slaanesh's chin, and applied a little force to force his eyes to meet his own. In his heart, he was disgusted with Slaanesh's wandering gaze just now.

"I don't believe it because of empty words." Slaanesh opened his pink lips slightly, and his forked tongue stretched out slowly like a nimble little snake, winding around Xi's ear. The warm and moist touch was lascivious.

The Primarchs are so rare. If Xi could deliver them so easily, there must be something fishy going on.

After all, the Lord of Domination is very powerful. The past events in which he gave away power casually, allowing Khorne to sit firmly on the Brass Throne, are like a precedent, warning Slaanesh not to be credulous.

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Chapter 127 Disgusting Disgusting Tzeentch

"Then I'll take this as a gift for you." Xi Yu flipped her hand lightly, and a faint blue light suddenly flashed in her palm. The light faded away, and a fan lay quietly in the middle. The fan was full of light, as if it contained an endless galaxy.

Every flash creates a different kind of gorgeous light and shadow. It is carefully forged from feathers torn from the Lord of Change, and exudes a mysterious aura that transcends the mundane.

As expected, as soon as the fan appeared, it caught the Lord of Joy's attention. A fiery light instantly burst out of his eyes, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, greedy and obsessed.

Xi saw it clearly. At such a close distance, he could see the undisguised greed in Slaanesh's eyes. Anyone who got this rare treasure made of the god's feather would probably find it difficult to control himself, even if the original owner of the feather, Tzeentch, was an annoying guy.

"Not enough. Too little."

Greed in Slaanesh's heart grew like weeds, the ring of greed creaked and rotated rapidly in the depths of his soul, and the desire seemed to be about to burst his body.

The pair of purple pupils filled with desire were glued to Xi, wandering around her body wantonly, wanting to plunder her and all the treasures she had hidden and take them for themselves.

"Forget it, I'd better leave Magnus next to the Emperor!" Xi frowned, disappointment in her eyes like thick clouds, then she let go of Slaanesh's chin, took light steps, and turned around resolutely.

With every step, the heels of his boots collided with the ground of the Silver Palace, and the sound made was like a heavy hammer, hitting the heartstrings of Slaanesh hard again and again.

"Wait, I agree."

Slaanesh cried out anxiously, watching the figure disappear into the distance, but he finally gave in.

There are constant conflicts and contradictions among the gods, and the relationships between them are like a taut string, ready to explode at any time.

This deal is too tempting for Slaanesh. He can actually get the fan containing unpredictable changes, adding fuel to the fire of frustration for the Lord of Change, and gain Xi's verbal promise. However, this is a bit unrealistic.

But this can be said to kill two birds with one stone, and it is a good thing to disgust the opponent twice. Why not do it?

Xi stopped walking when she heard the voice, turned around slowly, her eyes fell on Slaanesh lying on the bed, and she waved her jade hand lightly, a gentle force surged from her palm, carrying the fan and floating steadily in front of Slaanesh.

She frowned slightly, her face full of disgust, and she really didn't want to have any physical contact with this guy who exuded a lewd aura.

At this point, the transaction between one man and one god was settled.

Xi raised his chin slightly, looked proud, and walked towards the exit of the Silver Palace with a swagger.

As she moved forward step by step, the innate, suffocating pressure spread like a surging tide.

All the demons in the Silver Palace felt as if a heavy burden was pressing down on their shoulders. Their legs went weak and they all crawled on the ground, their postures humble as servants serving the emperor, and they watched her respectfully as she left this territory belonging to Slaanesh.

But Slaanesh seemed not to see any of this, lying on his side with a lazy look on his face. However, the sun hanging high in the sky, emitting a deep black light, disappeared quietly the moment Xi stepped out of the territory.

When Xi completely left the subspace and reached the edge, she suddenly stopped, a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she raised her hand to make a pistol shape, pointed it at the direction of the Crystal Palace of the Lord of Change, and shouted crisply: "Bang!" Although it had no real power, it was like a stone thrown into the lake of the heart, causing layers of ripples.

This funny scene was seen by countless pairs of eyes in the subspace. In this strange place, Xi was like the brightest star. His every word and action was always under scrutiny, even the gods were no exception.

After all, in this chaotic and disordered world, any action of hers with a hint of uncertainty could cause huge waves.

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Prospero

Under the merciless scorching sun, the earth seemed like a huge baking tray with charcoal fire, with heat waves rolling and surging.

Magnus and his adoptive father Amon found a rare cool place, curled up in the vast shade cast by an ancient giant tree, temporarily avoiding the heat and continuing their daily journey of seeking knowledge.

Magnus looked up at the fine light and shadows filtering through the gaps between the branches and leaves, his heart intoxicated, his love for discussing scriptures and philosophy beneath the tree evident in his words.

In his heart, the magnificent epic of Terra's past slowly unfolded. The legend of Amitabha Buddha's enlightenment under the tree and becoming a Buddha on the spot shone brightly, like a holy lamp guiding the soul; and in human history, the anecdote about Einstein being inspired by an apple, even if it was difficult to distinguish between true and false, was like a romantic spark of knowledge, deeply embedded in his yearning for academic exchanges under the tree.

To him, this shade of trees is not just an ordinary shelter, but more like a sacred cradle for nurturing wisdom, with every inch of the air filled with the fragrance of enlightenment.

They exchanged sharp words with each other, and every new idea that popped up, every brilliant idea that came to mind, seemed to carry a mysterious magic, as if to invisibly change the predetermined trajectory of Prospero's fate.

As these sparks of thought leap and collide, there is a faint determination to resist the scorching sun, as if, surrounded by light and heat, they quietly outline a path leading to the unknown depths and beyond the norm.

Prospero's path, which was originally bathed in light, was quietly covered with strange shadows, as if brewing a world-changing knowledge storm that was enough to overturn the existing order and reshape a brand new universe.

But in an instant, the sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and strange phenomena appeared in the sky.

Suddenly, a deep and mysterious purple passage opened up, like a mysterious portal leading to another world. The dim light was so dense that it was dazzling.

Immediately afterwards, a crown slowly emerged in the sky. In an instant, light burst forth, and colorful brilliance poured down like a raging torrent, instantly lighting up the entire sky.

The light was so bright that it was beyond imagination. Every ray of light seemed to be weaving a dream. Every strand was filled with a beauty that was out of this world. It was difficult to describe its absolute beauty with all the words in the world.

It seems to have gathered the essence of thousands of galaxies and blended the afterglow of the gods' creation. It is a magnificent scene that no one has ever witnessed since the beginning of chaos. It is extremely beautiful and shocking, as if it wants to outshine all the light in the world and become the only focus in this vast universe.

Magnus and Amon stood there in shock, as if under a spell, their eyes wide open, their souls seemingly captivated by the wonder of the sky.

His eyes were wide open, his face was filled with astonishment and shock, his thoughts came to a brief halt, and his mind was filled with only the brilliance in the sky.

The scholars and civilians passing by also stopped in their tracks, forgetting what they were doing.

Everyone stared up with their necks stretched out, their eyes filled with obsession and intoxication. They were all deeply attracted by this sudden, beautiful and perfect scene, as if they were caught in a collective dream, forgetting the troubles of the world.

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Chapter 128 Xiao Ma laughed when he thought about it

Suddenly, the crowd seemed to be dropped with a heavy bomb, and instantly began to boil over like a boiling pot.

Shouts of astonishment echoed one after another, resounding like surging waves. Everyone's gaze was drawn to the sky as if by a magnet.

The crown, which was originally floating quietly and emitting endless brilliant light, seemed to be controlled by a mysterious and irresistible force. After trembling slightly in the air for a few times, it slowly turned its direction and moved slowly towards where Magnus was, inch by inch.

The trail it passed through the sky was like a brilliant band of light dragged by a meteor across the night sky, so brilliant that it was dazzling.

As it gradually approached, the aggressive majesty and the bright and dazzling light blended and entangled with each other, becoming more and more shocking and captivating.

Magnus opened his eyes wide, and the look of disbelief on his face was instantly replaced by solemnity.

Adoptive father Amon instinctively took a step forward and put his hand on Magnus' shoulder, as if he wanted to give him strength and support, and as if he was on high alert, ready to deal with any unknown emergency at any time.

Everyone who witnessed this scene believed that Magnus, the most knowledgeable and wise man on their planet, had gained the approval and recognition of God through his enlightenment under the tree.

So, they all knelt down devoutly in the direction of Magnus with sincere hearts.

Magnus, wearing the crown, stretched out his hands, which were covered with Tzeentch rings, and gently stroked the crown on his head.

Although this was not the first time he had received God's blessing, even Magnus couldn't help but feel overwhelmed when he saw the people's sincere worship.

I recall that the first time I was given a divine object was when I unified Prospero, and nine mysterious rings were sent down from heaven.

It was the same scene at that time, with countless people bowing down sincerely spontaneously, without any coercion or oppression.

It is because of his profound knowledge that he was able to receive this honor and be bestowed with this generous gift from God.

Whenever his nine rings are activated, they will enhance his spiritual power.

Nine strange voices will whisper in your ears, revealing all the enemy's weaknesses and secrets.

It can also help him delve into more sophisticated and mysterious psychic spells.

However, what extraordinary effects this crown contains remains to be explored and discovered by him.

The crown on Magnus' head suddenly burst out with endless power, as if opening a door to another dimension. His consciousness was instantly dragged into the depths of a bizarre, extremely gorgeous, yet seemingly unreal illusion.

However, Magnus, as a Primarch, possessed a far more acute perception than any other, and he immediately discerned that this was no ordinary illusion. He firmly understood that this was a picture of the future, yet to come, unfolding before his eyes.

In that future realm, his parents seemed to have crossed the vast abyss of time and space, found his traces, and then welcomed him back to the sacred mother planet of mankind - Terra with supreme glory and love.

Terra, the shining pearl of human civilization, celebrated his return nationwide. The six-month-long celebration was like a never-ending hymn, echoing in every inch of the planet's sky.

At that time, he lived with his parents day and night, enjoying family happiness, and his blood sisters were also around him.

The Primarchs were immersed in the vast ocean of knowledge. Every discussion was like the collision of stars, with sparks flying; every debate was like the raging cosmic storm, thrilling.

And every time, Magnus, with his extraordinary wisdom, was like the incarnation of the God of Wisdom on earth. He always came out on top in the verbal battle and won the brilliant crown of victory.

Let me ask you, among all the Primarchs, who can be as doted on by his parents as he is and be honored with a leading position?

He is undoubtedly the uncrowned king among the Primarchs.

Looking back to the turbulent era of the Great Crusade, Magnus's achievements were outstanding, like the most dazzling supernova, shining with unparalleled light in the vast universe.

Under his planning and might, those powerful enemies that even His Majesty the Emperor found difficult to deal with were all driven into the endless darkness of destruction as easily as ants.

By the time the final chapter of the Great Crusade sounded, he was crowned with glory and ascended to the dual positions of Emperor and Regent.

At the coronation ceremony, his sisters were filled with endless joy and displayed psychic powers second only to his. In an instant, the most beautiful and spectacular firework bloomed from the depths of the universe. The light was so bright that it seemed to illuminate the entire universe.

Aurora, a master with extraordinary carving skills, uses the stars as his blade and the universe as his jade, carving out a starry scene that is no different from the real universe, as if all the mysteries of the universe are condensed in this sculpture.

The other brothers also presented precious gifts that contained the essence and respect of their respective planets, which were dazzling and sparkling.

And his mother, this great woman who usually works hard on the myriad affairs of the empire, also put down all her burdens at this moment, and her full of love turned into strands of warmth, carefully cooking for him the white porridge that symbolizes simplicity and care. Every grain of rice is filled with endless maternal love.

His father, His Majesty the Emperor, the supreme being who rules the vast empire, was willing to condescend to become his think tank and advisor, to escort him on his road to rule.

Deep in his consciousness, it was as if being gripped by an invisible force. Severe pain swept over him like a surging tide, forcibly pulling him out of the fascinating abyss of illusion.

In an instant, all the prosperity and supreme glory disappeared quickly like the receding tide, and Magnus slowly came back to his senses.

He stared blankly at everything in front of him. The people were still kneeling on the ground devoutly. Amon stood up and patted his head with a look of concern on his face. However, in his eyes, all that was left was endless emptiness and loneliness.

This feeling of emptiness was something he had never experienced in his life. Even though the people were sincerely worshipping him and his adoptive father Amon had unreserved respect for him, it could not fill the emptiness deep in his heart.

"After you put on the crown, you just stood there straight and motionless. I don't know what happened, but it really scared me. I had to jump up and hit you on the head to wake you up quickly."

Amon's words were full of worry and fear. He stared at the tall giant in front of him whom he had raised with his own hands.

Although he still felt some fear in his heart, he could not hide the pride and pride that arose spontaneously. In his heart, Magnus was like a transcendent being, and his every move was full of endless wisdom and mystery.

His proud son, his incomparable son.

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Chapter 129 I Don’t Even Want to Fantasize

"It's okay. The moment I put on the crown, inspiration just burst out like a spring, and I unconsciously fell into deep thought."

Magnus tried to remain calm, but the slightly trembling tone of his voice still revealed the emptiness and loneliness in his heart.

"I...I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your thoughts."

Amon apologized to Magnus with a guilty conscience. He lowered his head and dared not look Magnus in the eyes.

At that moment, he was filled with worry about Magnus's safety, but he had never expected it to be like this. Now he could only pray that his reckless behavior had not completely cut off Magnus's source of inspiration like a spiritual spring.

"Don't worry, Amon. I have all those inspirations in my heart."

Magnus looked at Amon's guilty face and felt a little regretful. He thought to himself that he should have found a more appropriate excuse earlier.