I am the magnetic field maniac

This helmet once belonged to the adoptive father of the Thousand Sons Primarch, but now, it belongs to the man in front of him.

What was completely different from himself was that the person in front of him had already lost his appearance.

Even if he took off his helmet, what he revealed would not be his past face, but an appearance that had been replaced by a howling void.

His psychic powers and the distance he traveled in the roads of the Warp have made him forget his appearance forever.

Even though he himself would not admit it, he still believed that he was in the same state as before... However, the price of being too close to the Lord of Change would not change because of his refusal.

"Ahriman..." Iskandar Khayon said faintly

"Did you bring me here just to mock me?"

"I'm not that bored."

A cold voice came out through Ahriman's helmet, and the unconscious power of the subspace condensed the air into ice beads that fell.

"Boring? When you turned an entire legion of warriors into ashes and were expelled by the Primarch, you lived in delusion every day."

Ka Yang grinned and looked at the colleague in front of him and laughed sarcastically.

"You are looking for a way to remove the scarlet letter. You are fanatically pursuing a way to enter the Black Library... You tied me up here just to let me help you enter the most secret places of the Harlequins."

“No matter how vain my life is, I still have a goal to move forward.”

Facing Khayon's sarcasm, Ahriman responded calmly. He just looked at him and said...

"You made the Primarch kneel before Abaddon, you let your sister be possessed by the Spirit of Vengeance, you thought you had become his right-hand man. But in fact, you are nothing more than a pathetic abandoned child, an eyesore that Abaddon now despises."

At this point, Ahriman paused for a moment and said in a tone that seemed to question the intelligence of the person in front of him...

"I just can't believe that you would actually agree with Abaddon's lies and sneak into Terra, and then surrender to the false emperor's Inquisition? You tell me, this is Abaddon's great plan? So what exactly is his great plan?"

"Could it be that he intends to have you attack Terra from the inside and outside? To have you blow up the false emperor's golden throne by yourself?"

"The Warmaster has his own considerations."

Ka Yang was silent for a few seconds, and replied in a cold tone...

"Ha, if he had a plan he wouldn't have taken that stupid position." Ahriman shook his head and snorted sarcastically...

"Who does he think he is? Even Horus could not survive the manipulation of the Four Gods, and he is sure he can use them.

Didn't he see enough of his father's ugliness in the Spirit of Vengeance? Now, he wants to be the second ridiculous mad clown. "

Ka Yang really wanted to refute. After all, who could say bad things about Brother Dun in front of him?

But just as he was about to exert force, the severe pain in his neck and the emptiness in his body made it impossible for Khayon to exert any strength at all!

This made Khayon look at Ahriman in front of him with hatred.

It was he who interrupted Khayon's plan to serve as the Warmaster's vanguard and kidnapped him on his way to Terra.

He had taken away Khayon's only purpose in life, to serve Abaddon and repay him for his kindness!

Khayon was very powerful. As Abaddon's right-hand man, he even made Magnus kneel down for the Warmaster once - but in terms of psychic power, Khayon was indeed inferior to Ahriman.

Although Ahriman's existence is just a joke of Tzeentch like Magnus, his psychic power is truly powerful.

In addition, due to the surprise attack, Khayon was unable to resist Ahriman and was captured by him.

The plan to surrender to the Inquisition was interrupted, and Khayon was forcibly taken to Comoros by Ahriman.

What on earth was he trying to do? Was this man, as self-righteous as Magnus, also trying to pursue the Black Library?

But no matter how stupid he was, he shouldn't have gone to Comoros alone. It was easy to get in, but it was extremely difficult to get out.

"What are you pursuing, Ahriman?" Khayon said indifferently.

"Pursue knowledge. The most precious knowledge can be found in the darkest halls of enlightenment. It is a huge treasure trove of mysteries." Ahriman said lightly.

"In the end, you are still pursuing that unrealistic black library."

"Before coming here, I led the Red Letter to invade the Webway once." Ahriman was silent for a moment, then said indifferently...

"As you can see, I failed again. Those hateful clowns will never give me the chance to find their lair... But this time is different. I came here with orders and missions."

"Who?" Khayon frowned. There were definitely not many people in this universe who could command Ahriman...

"Tzeentch."

It was a short, reasonable answer...but it still caused the scene to fall into an awkward silence like death.

"Hahaha, Ahriman, has your brain been eaten by Tyran?" Khayon laughed wildly at Ahriman as if he couldn't hold it back.

"Do you actually believe the promise of the Lord of Change? Obey his orders, risk your life and take me to do such a stupid thing?!"

The first thing anyone who worships Tzeentch, whether a common Chaos follower or his chosen champion, must learn is not to believe a word the Lord of Change says.

Can you trust Tzeentch's promise? Of course, you can trust his words.

But just like Magnus was fooled, trusting his words will not achieve the desired results.

The opposite of the logic of the Lord of Change is the movement of chaos... That is to say, if there is a beginning, the result will definitely be directed to another path.

And it’s not like Tzeentch hadn’t deceived Ahriman before. The spell he used to turn his entire legion of mutated brothers into ashes was a gift from Tzeentch.

It is normal for a person to be cheated once, but it is stupid to be fooled every time.

"He sent the Weaver of Fate to find me." Ahriman ignored Khayon's ridicule and said coldly...

"There are huge changes in the warp now. Khorne's domain has been blocked, and the direction of the Eternal War has tilted. The Lord of Change needs us to make an impact in Commorragh. I don't care whether he will fulfill his promise, but before that, I can at least find an opportunity."

For ten thousand years, Ahriman has been searching for knowledge in the Warp and the physical universe...but the Black Library, which is most likely to answer his questions, is something Ahriman can never enter.

It all came down to the clown troupe that kept stopping him, and Ahriman was getting fed up...

He was so impatient after being blocked when he was so close to the result in Arcadia.

Since these clowns like to stop me so much, I'll just destroy them all!

Ahriman was not arrogant enough to think that he and his wandering sons could fight against the troupe supported by the God of Laughter...

So his purpose of coming to Comoros was not entirely for Tzeentch's promise, but to stir up troubled waters.

Comoros is a very important place for Pagliacci.

When each clown troupe travels around the webway to perform, most of them need to stop in Comoros for supplies or to avoid pursuers.

This is the only remaining legacy of the ancient elf empire. As long as this place is destroyed, those elves will completely become a wandering race!

Whether from the perspective of a human or a scholar, Ahriman would be happy to give these pointy-eared people a good beating!

"So, what did Tzeentch want you to do here?"

"Summon the demon." Ahriman said indifferently, and at the same time took out a scroll of dried human skin...

Khayon frowned and took it. He looked at the ancient name written on it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Ahriman and whispered...

"You want to summon the Seed of Destruction?"

41. The fight begins two in one

"You wish to summon the First Prince of Khorne in Commorragh? You will not succeed."

Looking at the scroll handed over by Ahriman and knowing the big thing this old colleague is going to do...

Khayon's first reaction was to deny Ahriman's approach from a scholar's perspective.

Yes, there is no way he could do that.

Regardless of whether it is pure suicide for him, a chosen one of Tzeentch, to summon the first Daemon Prince of Khorne, even if he was allowed to summon, it would be almost impossible to do so in Commorra.

As the central city of the Webway, Comoros has had a strong ability to repel subspace predators outside the Webway since its establishment.

The Webways created by the Ancients are like living pipes that crisscross the Warp. They can repair themselves to a certain extent, and can also prevent predators from entering and disrupting the order of the Webway.

Unless you are like Magnus who was buffed by Tzeentch and can directly smash the main body of the webway with a psychic blasting fist...it is almost impossible for you to summon demons within the webway.

After all, if demons can be summoned here in Commorragh, then it means that Slaanesh can control this place at any time...

There was such a large group of Dark Eldar seeking their own death here, as well as the hedonistic cultists who were considered the former followers of Slaanesh... it was a miracle that these guys were not eaten up as snacks by the Dark Prince.

"Everything is possible."

Ahriman answered in a muffled voice, seemingly unwilling to reveal his magic to Khayon...

"Okay..." Khayon sighed. At this point, he had no leverage to reject Ahriman.

"So, you plan to overthrow Comoros with the two of us. Ha, what a far-sighted plan. Then, First Captain, where are we going next?"

Ahriman ignored Khayon's thorny words, remained silent for a moment, looked at the huge Kane Arena in front of him and said lightly...

“We go in there and watch what happens.”

This was not a very rational approach. Two Chaos Space Marines who had sneaked in actually wanted to sneak into an arena that housed a large number of Dark Eldar to observe a taboo. Once their actions were exposed, they would not be able to escape even if they wanted to.

But Khayon did not continue to mock Ahriman, but just followed him into the huge arena in front of him.

The huge arena had enough entrances and shadows to conceal their figures, and with only some insignificant psychic assistance, they were able to sneak into the arena safely.

Soon, they arrived at a high-level box of the Dark Eldar. After a cordial and friendly "exchange" of psychic energy, they quickly took ownership of this noble box.

At the same time, the seats in Kane Arena were almost completely occupied.

From now on, the aircraft that cut through the sky are no longer just gunboats, but something that can better highlight the identity of their users.

The gorgeous vehicle engraved with the serpent rose came directly to the sky above the Kane Arena but did not enter the arena... because that pleasure airship was the vehicle of these big shots.

"The poisonous conspiracy group is Maras..."

Khayon, who had a deep understanding of the Dark Eldar, spoke in a low voice, and soon his eyes were locked on other aircraft...

The figure who descended on the huge Destroyer platform was greeted with cheers from all the Dark Eldar in the field...

Whether they like it or not, the pale, thin figure on the throne is their ruler.

"The Black-Hearted Overlord Victor..."

It was not surprising that so many important figures from Comoros gathered on the Night of Revelation. Khayon had heard some things about Comoros from Nefertari.

But what happened next made Khayon's expression turn horrified.

The two people who arrived after Victor did not have as much fanfare as he and Marles, nor did they attract any cheers.

In fact, the moment they arrived, all the Dark Eldar shut their mouths, as if saying one more word might anger the two people in the sky.

One was a figure controlling a giant stitched chimera that seemed to be something like a dragon. The twisted and weird posture, and the attitude that made the entire Comoros silent, were enough for Khayon to guess his identity.

"Grandmaster of the Blood Ling people, how could that old monster..."

Khayon whispered, his eyes flickering.

His Nefertari eventually disappeared in the hands of these Blood Orcs. When Abaddon and he attacked Commorros, he did not have time to cause trouble for these Blood Orcs...

Of course, no matter how eager he was to try, Ka Yang still had his own ideas in mind.

Not to mention the current state of Ahriman's limited psychic power, even in his prime - if he caused trouble in Comoros, especially in front of this old monster, he would most likely get into trouble.

If the arrival of Lakas made all the Dark Eldar speechless due to the fear in their hearts, then the following figure made the entire arena boil after the extreme silence.

It was a dark, ancient-style nightmare armor, inlaid with the nightmare's traditional demon-whipping device...

And those whippersnares that look like white bones are made of the soul stones of the Ark Eldar Bishops, and are equipped with a pair of dual-wielding Clive blades. His posture is also unique in the entire Nightmare Shrine.

Drazar, Lord of the Blades...

This ruler who rarely leaves the Nightmare Shrine came to the Cain Arena on the Night of Revelation today. Does this mean that the Lord of Blades is about to fight?

Such a possibility makes every Dark Eldar tremble with excitement!

They feared the power and terrifying legend of Drazar, but they were also extremely looking forward to and excited about the joy that might be born.

But Drazar ignored the boiling cheers... and simply jumped gently from his airship to the side of Victor's throne...

Like a loyal guard, he stayed by the side of the Overlord of Youdu without saying a word.

"Oh, my friend, I am so glad you arrived on time today."

Victor maintained the fake smile on his face and tried to get close to the Blade Master beside him. But Drazar just nodded, and this extremely arrogant attitude did not make Victor unhappy at all.

"Ahriman, what are you hiding?"

Khayon turned around and looked at Ahriman who was still extracting the memory of the Dark Eldar, and roared in a low voice...

"Something is definitely not right on this Revelation Night! The Dark Eldar are mobilizing so many troops, something unexpected is bound to happen - damn, there won't be a coup or purge tonight!"