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

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Meanwhile, Conrad was playing a staring game with Corax, who was standing next to Luo Jia, silently panting and staring at them—whoever blinked first lost.

[...I think I am me?]

Magnus shrugged.

However, strictly speaking, I am a part of Magnus, not his entirety.

[Luojia] shook his head, took a deep breath, and when he looked up at Magnus again, Magnus was surprised to find that there were some tears in the other person's eyes.

In fact, on this side of the fate line, Magnus and Luo Jia have a very good relationship. They are both peace-loving cultural figures and often discuss faith, knowledge, and culture together. It's just unknown how their relationship is on the other side of the fate line.

But it seems that this [Luojia] and [Magnus] may have a good relationship.

[Sorry, I lost my composure—I really miss Magnus, I mean the one from our fate line, because of some mistakes...]

[But to see him again here... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I just...]

The great Magnus made his decision. He bravely stepped out from behind the useless Conrad and walked to [Luojia]'s side. He could feel that his approach made everyone in the week somewhat surprised and nervous.

I understand.

Magnus spoke softly, spreading his hands.

You're just thinking about another version of me, aren't you?

[Luojia] nodded and took the golden cocktail that Magnus handed him. Tiny bubbles burst in the golden liquid.

[We used to have a very good relationship—sorry, would you mind if I talked about some things between us here?]

【no problem,】

Magnus scratched his head.

[You've apologized too much, Luo Jia. You don't need to apologize; you're a Primarch.]

[Luojia] gave a self-deprecating laugh.

[I'm just used to it. I'm the most humble among my brothers... or you could say the most insecure. My Lord has shown me so much, and the more He shows me, the more I realize my own insignificance—I just want to follow in the footsteps of perfect people, nothing more.]

Magnus patted Luojia on the shoulder.

You're a lot like the Luo Jia I knew, but he recently disappeared... If you'd like, could you tell me your story with the other me? If that helps ease your emotions.

Luojia nodded.

[I don't know if this is the case here—but Magnus, do you remember the days when we were first educated by the tyrants on Terra? Because our roles were similar, the tyrants often taught us together.]

【wowwow.】

Magnus hurriedly stopped [Luojia], waving his hand sharply.

【Um, we don't have a tyrant here—could you use a different word to refer to him?】

What? I think he's quite right.

Conrad chuckled and hissed, "Tyrant, madman, monster, irresponsible father—"

He was about to continue speaking when Corax delivered a stealthy elbow strike to interrupt Conrad. Conrad coughed, while the Shrike Corax stared in astonishment at the scene, looking on in disbelief.

[Sorry, that was my question.]

[Luojia] hurriedly corrected her choice of words.

[Anyway... he wasn't always so evil. You and I were on good terms back then. I remember the question you asked me, Magnus, was whether life existed in the warp.]

[There were other people there at the time. I remember most of them were laughing at your question. Only Khan, Ruth, and I didn't laugh at you. But Khan and Ruth were so strange; apart from Number One, they didn't interact with any of the brothers—]

He rejected your answer at the time, but I have been seriously considering your question and feel that he didn't actually completely reject it.

As if recalling a praiseworthy memory, [Luojia] smiled.

[After that, a very long time, I can finally answer your question, Magnus. Intelligence and life exist in the warp—this has been confirmed by "him," but "he" will not allow me to share this good news with you.]

Luo Jia turned to the side and looked at the two Guillimans who were arguing in the hall on the other side.

Magnus's face was somewhat pale, perhaps recalling the Nicaea Conference of yesteryear.

[But this question, and its answer, thoroughly enlightened my Lord and helped him ultimately unify the empire.]

Conrad, who was watching the show from the sidelines, clicked his tongue a few times. Magnus's figure was obviously a bit small and comical. Perhaps he didn't expect that on the other side, it was his own question that indirectly caused the villain King [Guilliman] to come into contact with Chaos.

Meanwhile... Magnus had been actively making contact with the warp, which might explain why he looks so pale now.

Are you feeling unwell?

[Luojia] noticed this, and Magnus quickly shook his head in denial.

[Ahem! I just...]

Magnus paused, blinked, and a glint of wisdom flashed in his single eye.

I always have this strange feeling that, although you guys—

He nodded, gesturing towards those distinctly different counterparts.

Although the other Primarchs are very different from their counterparts, I don't know why I always have this strange feeling...

Magnus looked at [Luojia],

I always feel that another version of myself might not be much different from me—I mean in terms of personality and character. I always feel that this other version of myself is very similar to me.

In this fateline, after Magnus landed in Prospero, he frequently communicated with the Emperor through psionic communication, and could be said to have been educated by the Emperor from a young age.

This also explains Magnus's amazing psionic phone call in the original work—once you know that he was taught by the Emperor from childhood, everything becomes clear, and a reasonable explanation, proof, and clarification are provided.

Meanwhile, Magnus was also educated by the Emperor.

His words clearly startled [Luojia], and the Primarch hesitated. [Luojia] stammered as she spoke.

[...I think you might be a little better than him? Magnus, actually...]

[Luojia] lowered her voice.

[Whether you know it or not, the psionic storm on Terra that swept away all the Primarchs—in fact, you and I, the other Magnus, discovered the visions of Macardo and Lalda back then.]

[Moreover, you were the first to remind me. As the most skilled and gifted psionicist among us, you noticed the strange behavior of the immortals outside "his" sight.]

[Luojia] smiled.

[This is also evidence. I'll bring this up whenever you want to argue about who's more skilled in psionics, you or Mortalian. Both are psionic Primarchs, but only you noticed something was wrong, Magnus.]

[Luojia] seemed lost in some kind of memory. Magnus didn't know whether he should speak or not. He could only stand there, watching [Luojia]'s expression suddenly darken.

[But—I don't remember what happened after that.]

[Luojia] frowned in pain.

[We've all forgotten what happened back then—perhaps my Lord remembers, after all, my Lord is all-knowing and all-powerful. I only remember that we went to "him" to warn him, and as planned, we could have succeeded, but, but, but—]

[Luojia] abruptly stopped speaking, recalling painfully,

[I've forgotten, I've forgotten what—but I remember…you, it's you, Magnus, you broke our plans, something terrible seems to have happened to you—]

[Luojia] slowly raised her head and looked at Magnus.

[But when I returned to the Empire and saw you again, you...you were still the Magnus I remembered, unchanged.]

So what exactly happened during that warp storm on Terra that swept away all the Primarchs?

Magnus felt his heart pounding. Hearing Luo Jia's words, he sensed something was wrong. Based on his understanding of himself, he hoped he wasn't going to do anything malicious.

If this is making you upset, I think you could stop?

Magnus spoke tentatively, feeling Corax's clearly disapproving gaze sweep over him.

Their goal is to know as much as possible about the story on the other side.

But Magnus felt he already knew quite a bit, and it seemed that [Luojia] couldn't get anything more out of him, so he might as well try to build a good relationship with [Luojia]—he quite missed the Luojia people here.

[Luojia] smiled and shook her head apologetically.

[I'm sorry, I just wanted to recall a part of it. It's been so long, and I'm always afraid of forgetting you, forgetting my former best brother. I still remember when we were both neglected by "him," and it was you who encouraged me to go to him, which led to me regaining "his" favor?]

We were both neglected?

Magnus remained silent for a moment. Could it be that his taboo psychic abilities with [Luojia] had been discovered? Or had the other [him] also been fooled by Tzeentch?

[After being ignored... what about me?]

Luo Jia's expression was a little strange; he hesitated and drew out his words.

[After that, you were imprisoned by "him" on Terra—"he" seems to believe you are guilty.]

Magnus felt goosebumps creeping up his spine; in just a few words, he felt as if he were reliving the events that followed the Nicaea Conference years ago.

No matter how his fate changes, he's still trapped in Terra!

But this was the Tzeentch he had already outmaneuvered once. Magnus's mind raced. He couldn't let Tzeentch go to another version of himself this time and trick him into making a deal with Tzeentch, could he?

No, no?

Where is the promised master of all changes?

Magnus, as if struck by a thought, suddenly opened his eyes wide and asked [Luojia] a question.

Do you remember if I was one-eyed back then? When did I become one-eyed?

The one eye is the deposit Magnus paid to Tzeentch.

[Luojia] blinked, as if he remembered something. On Terra back then, Magnus, who seemed to be beside him and running desperately towards the false emperor's room, suddenly closed one eye.

[After you return to the Empire, you will be one-eyed.]

[Luojia] said,

But I remember when you were on Terra, both of your eyes were fine.

It’s over!

The eyes are clearly those of a Tzeentch-style signing.

Magnus wailed inwardly! Had Tzeentch decided to sign a contract with another version of himself again?! No! They were just targeting him, weren't they?!

Does the Lord of All Changes have anything new to offer?! He was already outmaneuvered by Magnus once—

Why would He need to sign a contract with Magnus?

No more.

Reviewing can drive you crazy.

Chapter 815 [257] Father and Son, Sun and Moon, and Perverts

I hope they can communicate happily with their other self.

The ceiling lights in the corridor cast layers of light on the gray feathers, and two extremely similar Primarchs strolled among them. A faint but ominous aura of blood rose from the corners of the walls and gradually permeated the entire corridor.

[I don't think they'll communicate very well, after all, your tolerance for chaos is too low.]

The ghoul Saint Gilles smirked, revealing his sharp fangs, and looked at the other archangel with a half-smile.

A dim and indistinct light flashed in the archangel's eyes.

That's how they see it...

Saint Gilles said with a sigh,

I, however, have truly tasted the fruits of depravity. For the empire, the line between black and white is not clear; evil deeds can also bring positive results, and I have paid the price.

The ghoul shook his head.

[What exactly is wrong with you?]

He casually slowed his pace, circled behind the angel, and reached out to touch the feathers—most of the outer layer were dull gray feathers, and beneath the long feathers, newly sprouted white down was shivering.

I never thought of it... I never thought of it...

[A pair of wings?]

Saint Gilles raised an eyebrow and shook his wings.

[A gift from the Warp, the processes by which our Primarchs were lost differed between our two destinies, and I do not know why you are different from me.]

[I imagine it must have caused you a lot of trouble... mutant.]

The ghoul spoke softly, but the trouble he spoke of did not seem to refer to the Imperials' prejudice against mutants, but rather to a different kind of trouble—a trouble bound by honor and loyalty.