Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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He then hurriedly put down his wine glass as if fleeing a disaster, as if there was something extremely terrifying in the blue liquid. Magnus stood up and left the hall in a panic.

[Magnus...something seems off?]

[Fugen] said worriedly, before being interrupted by [Angron]'s loud laughter. [Angron], adorned with jewels, casually placed his hand on [Fugen]'s shoulder and gave him a tight hug.

[That kid's probably testing some forbidden technique on me again.]

[Angron] winked at [Fogan] and whistled. [Fogan] made almost no attempt to hide his disgust. The Primarch immediately put aside the matter of [Magnus] and focused on rescuing himself from [Angron].

[I feel his red head is now full of his little things.]

[Angron] laughed loudly, and as [Fuggen] bent down to pull his hand, the Primarch's smile flashed with a hint of madness.

They were all ready to draw their swords, weren't they?

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Something’s wrong…something’s wrong!

Magnus left the main hall in a daze and came to the garden. The Primarch walked silently, letting his footsteps lead him elsewhere.

If the Primarch were to pay attention at this moment, he would realize that the palace gardens are eerily quiet—there should be very few warriors stationed here, and only in the shadows of the trees can one see the Primarch's figure, a fleeting Space Marine.

But because his long-buried memories were unlocked, Magnus was completely unaware that something was wrong. When he finally came to his senses, he found himself walking through the garden, standing on the edge of an abandoned palace—

This is the site of the former palace destroyed by the Terra storm years ago; this part of the palace was abandoned after the storm.

The Primarch is currently standing on the side corridor—

That's the spot where he saw [Macado] flash by back then.

Magnus raised his head tremblingly, his single eye filled with immense confusion. He stood in the center of the corridor, the straight hole leading to the ground howling at him like a gaping maw, faintly beckoning to him.

What else happened that day?

How did that warp storm... that storm that scattered the Primarchs to all corners of the galaxy, originate from the depths of the palace?

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[The Past of the Past]

Magnus awoke to a rustling sound. He opened his eyes groggily and found Rus lying at his feet, also trying to sit up, swaying as if he had been drinking.

The rustling sound that woke them came from the doorway.

Magnus immediately went on alert, but his body and mind were still recovering and he couldn't react. The Primarch's intelligence screamed in his mind, hoping it wasn't their father—

He was still unable to accept the punishment from the Emperor.

Just as Magnus screamed silently, click! The door opened.

A man of similar height slipped in and immediately closed the door. The Khan took off his hood, walked naturally to Rus's side, and helped Rus up.

Ah... my good brother... you're practically a god.

Ruth mumbled incoherently as the Khan threw him onto the bed, while the Primarch continued to struggle, trying to regain control of his body.

The door lock was definitely imbued with psionic energy. Russ didn't know how the Khan had opened it, but if he asked, the Khan would probably just give him a curt reply—he knew a little about psionic energy.

Oh my brother, this is no small feat.

The Wolf King sighed inwardly. The Khan remained silent, glanced at Rus, and then pulled up Magnus, who was lying on the ground, and threw him onto the bed in the same manner.

I noticed you weren't here during morning study.

The Khan said succinctly,

Ruth had no idea how he got through it. Ever since the Primarch was taken out of the room, they had been under the constant surveillance of the Imperial Guard, the Macado, and sometimes even the Emperor, leaving no room for the Khan to slip out.

[I'm not sure what happened, whether it was just a minor skirmish or you guys actually discovered something, so I slipped away during the weapon selection period. I have two minutes left.]

[My God... Khan... I finally understand why the Primarch chose you as my partner. You are the most powerful Primarch I have ever seen.]

Ruth remarked that this man from the grasslands was simply superhuman, having only five minutes to select and maintain weapons. During this time, the Emperor allowed the Primarchs to interact with each other, and the Khan probably managed to slip away in the chaos.

After all, the Khan's presence is usually extremely low, and his disappearance will not be discovered for a while.

I hope you get to the point, otherwise I'm leaving.

The Khan frowned, clearly somewhat displeased.

[Macado has pledged allegiance to the Lord of Change, it's confirmed—I wanted to inform the Father, but Macado discovered it beforehand.]

"I can't stand up," Ruth said weakly, trying to prop herself up, but failing again.

The Khan remained silent, then pulled his hood up again and casually tossed a pistol and a dagger toward Ruth.

[I'm going back now to inform the Emperor that he's not here. Erda informed us of the course—it's going to be a full day of psionic education, and he wants us to go to the underground labyrinth.]

With just a few words, Ruth realized the seriousness of the problem.

They are preparing to take action today...

The wolf king gritted his teeth and said, while the Khan, who was striding away, nodded.

I'll go back first. Come find me when you've recovered... As for him...

The White Scar Primarch glanced back at Magnus with a complicated expression.

"It depends on your mood, Ruth."

The door was opened and then ajar again.

[Wait?! What happened?!]

Magnus asked in astonishment, while Ruth wiped his face, staring blankly at the ceiling, and lowered his voice.

In short… something big is going to happen today, Magnus. Like I said, Macardo has betrayed us. He has allied himself with… with a monster from the Warp, to inflict damage on our father, on our Empire.

[But our father said that no other beings, or possibly any wills, exist in the warp.]

Magnus retorted earnestly.

These words undoubtedly elicited a loud sigh from Ruth. The Wolf King seemed about to erupt in anger, but he quickly regained his composure.

He might be teaching incorrectly.

Ruth said, her voice choked with emotion.

Magnus... I don't want to say too much to you. You're still too young and too arrogant. There are too many things I can't tell you, and I'm afraid you'll... go astray again.

Magnus remained silent; he had long been aware of Russ's unusual nature.

[Did you have a past life, Ruth? Or... are you from the future?]

"...You're very close to the truth, Magnus, but I can't give you the answer, Magnus. Stay here until I or the Khan return."

The wolf king grumbled as he got up and tucked the weapon the Khan had thrown to him into his belt.

[Hey?! Wait, what do you mean—I want to go too!]

[Haha, just lie down and relax, O'Grimm. Enjoy life while your eyesight is still good.]

The wolf king laughed and, before Magnus could grab him, darted out of the room at an unimaginable speed and slammed the door shut.

Only Magnus remained, standing blankly at the doorway.

[No?! Who is Eugene?! !!!]

[Magnus] yelled and began trying to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. After failing to open it, the Primarch angrily pounded on the door a few times and then stormed back into the house.

How can he get out of here...?

Magnus thought of this, and then he saw the window—the window through which the wolf king had climbed over on those nights to find Magnus.

If that stupid dog can do it, then he can too.

[Magnus] thought of something, moved the books off the desk, and then climbed onto the desk.

He looked out and was terrified by the height of the room he was in; even for the Primarch, the height was excessive.

"It's alright...it'll be alright," Magnus reassured himself as he stepped out—

Then, a bright blue light appeared before his eyes—

The palace suddenly trembled, and then a huge explosion erupted from the depths of the palace! The muffled sound echoed throughout the entire palace.

Magnus's legs buckled and he fell down.

boom! ! !

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boom! ! ! !

Magnus turned around abruptly, the last thing he saw was the huge fireworks rising from the main hall of the victory banquet, and countless explosions rising from around the palace—just like what his eyes had witnessed back then.

Above the sky, the blinding light spear fell along with the macro cannon.

An unbearable burning and pain flared up from his nonexistent eye sockets, and Magnus collapsed in agony—

boom! ! !

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[Past? %￥Present&*￥#@Future? ? ? ]

boom! ! !

Magnus stood up shakily, reaching out incredulously to find his hands so small and childlike—he instinctively touched his eyes, both of them were there.

Has he traveled back in time? Is this an illusion? Or is he lost in his memories?! Magnus gasped for breath, turning his head to look at the underground passage that resembled the gaping maw of an abyss.

As if summoned by some force, Magnus, panting, took a step toward that direction. Countless guards hurriedly brushed past him, as if they could not see Magnus at all.

One step, then another.

Blood splattered on the wall beside Magnus as the Iron Warriors and Ultramarines clashed. The Space Marines, locked in combat, plunged their swords at each other and rolled around at Magnus's feet—as if they couldn't see him at all.

My child... I am so happy.

A massive blue light descended, and light, soft feathers brushed against his face, filling the Primarch with a mixture of fear and familiarity. The next instant, he felt half of his vision disappear—

Some kind of blue down covered one of his eyes.

+Look...Little Magnus, Little Magnus...As the Primarch who betrayed me back then, you naturally have the right to see the truth. Look, look, only the wise can see the truth. +

Magnus's steps never stopped. He trembled as he entered the intricate underground labyrinth, where countless demons were howling and fighting against the rushing Imperial Guards. A huge blue light almost filled the entire underground labyrinth.

Look... what do you see?

Soft, extremely deceptive words echoed in Magnus's ears.

The Primarch looked up and saw the Emperor, roaring high above a building deep within the labyrinth, his black hair flying wildly in the wind—

Opposite his still-young father, [Macado] stood amidst the blue storm, arms outstretched, laughing wildly and mocking him.

"Nyos—that's enough! Stop inflicting your ambition and suffering on humanity!!!"

Is this true? Tiny Magnus? Is what you're seeing the truth?

The hand covering one of his eyes was suddenly removed, covering his other eye. Magnus gasped in horror as he saw the Emperor, whom he had once revered, suddenly become larger, darker, and more terrifying, like some more ancient and blasphemous creation.

[What is that...?]

Magnus felt his worldview was collapsing.

Your father, without a doubt.

The hand exchanged again, then returned to its original position, covering the eye that had initially been obscured.

Magnus almost screamed, for Mortarian was now standing where Macado had been!

[Motalian] gasped for breath, facing their father, three strange flames burning on his armor, [Magnus] immediately discerning the blasphemous source beneath.

What did you see next?

The voice continued its gentle persuasion, once again offering Magnus a new pair of eyes to "see," seemingly taking pleasure in Magnus's terror and pain.

Magnus felt his soul screaming. As a blinded individual, he was only allowed to know the answer in the moments before his sacrifice. He felt the hands covering his eyes were switching back and forth with a wicked sense of humor, sometimes making him see with his left eye, sometimes with his right.

The corpses of the Imperial Guards were exchanged with those of the Space Marines who were fighting. Magnus saw the Death Guards beheaded by the Iron Warriors, and the Imperial Guards being strangled by the Great Demons. He saw blue flames, golden flames, and black flames!

He screamed—but nothing could hear his scream. He looked into the distance in terror and saw the golden Emperor, the black Emperor, Macardo burning himself, Mortarion sacrificing his soul, the crumbling human empire, the future of humanity enslaved, he saw—he saw—he saw—

They saw the Dark King slowly rising from the golden throne.

Did you see it? Did you see it?