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Above his red hair, a mad darkness stared at him.
Within the vast ocean, a star shone brightly and intensely.
Magnus felt his soul burning, Fenris was faithfully holding off Leman Russ for him—but he had arrived!
Magnus laughed as the wolf king charged at him and knocked him to the ground in the snow. His blood splattered everywhere. Poor, ridiculous Fenris was still trying to help Magnus hold off his eldest son.
Poor Magnus, he could already hear the Lord of Changes clapping.
If He allowed Magnus to foresee this scene, was He also so happy at the Council of Nicaea?
Magnus didn't know, nor did he need to know, these things.
The Crimson Sinner laughed as Lehman Ruth choked him, trying to stop his spell, but Magnus, filled with absolute hatred and resentment, could not stop the wizard's tongue; he would only curse more fiercely in the moments before his death.
Magnus lay on his back in the snow, and at that moment, he "saw" the approaching monster—this was the only fairness in the world!
He thought that Lehman Ruth was about to strangle him, and his voice finally stopped. The Crimson Sinner felt the darkness begin to erode him. Deep underground, tentacles reached into the network, cracks extended, and from the entrance, the tunnel peeled away piece by piece.
It hasn't even fully arrived yet.
Fenris's plan was doomed to fail from the start.
Magnus thought—because it was naive enough, kind enough, and had never seen real, brutal malice.
What is rushing toward them is the most terrifying existence in the Milky Way.
The will of a single planet is not enough to contend with it.
Time is running out.
With his neck being choked, Magnus hoarsely uttered the reversed ninth note.
The next moment, a massive shockwave erupted! Leman Russ was blasted away.
The wolf king struggled to his feet from the snowdrift. He stared incredulously at Magnus, who stood before him, enveloped in a radiant blue light.
Riemann Russ was convinced that Magnus, that bastard, could no longer be called his brother.
Praise be to the ever-changing Lord!
Magnus laughed loudly, brushing his disheveled hair from his forehead, and proudly raised his head in the snowstorm of betrayal.
He spoke casually, as blinding psionic lightning erupted from his arm.
Only now did Tzeentch truly begin to unleash his power. The power of chaos was rapidly eroding Magnus's soul, and the Crimson Sinner offered no resistance whatsoever.
Magnus ran his finger along the smooth skin where his eye sockets used to be.
[Damn Fenris the barbarian!]
Magnus said,
I will offer you to my master in exchange for my true rebirth.
The final character must be soaked in blood and sacrifice before it can be spat out.
That's it! Great!
Chapter 480 [The Fool's Sincere Heart]
The blizzard, wracked with the pain of betrayal, roared as snowflakes streaked across the horizon, only to be tossed into the vast, boundless darkness in an instant.
Above the raging blizzard, the entire dark River Styx flowed down, drops of darkness splashing down, greedily touching the pristine snowfields of Fenris like tentacles.
The entire planet seemed to tremble.
【—Magnus!!!】
The Wolf King wiped the blood from his face with one hand and gripped the Spear of Dionysus tightly with the other. The golden shaft in his hand was cold and merciless, urging him to begin a trial and slaughter of traitors.
He stared intently at the person in front of him, white breath escaping from his tightly clenched mouth.
Magnus was there, that damned Crimson Sinner. At this moment, Magnus was twice as big as before, with light armor made of psionic energy covering his crimson skin, and a pair of decorative, towering horns rising from his shoulders. He was now staring arrogantly at Leman Ruth.
[Barbarians,]
Magnus spoke with disdain, a wildly arrogant smile spreading across his face. The sinner's red hair billowed in the storm, floating against gravity. He spread his hands, each hand crackling with arcs of electricity that pierced the wind and snow.
The eerie, shimmering blue enveloped Magnus, and at that moment, the Wolf King was certain that his brother's entire destiny had fallen into an abyss of calamity.
Riemann let out a broken, furious wolf howl and charged straight at Magnus without hesitation.
The spear in his hand was as cold as his heart. Leman Russ thought that if he could just stab Magnus with the Spear of Dionysus, then Magnus would at least know what kind of bastard he was doing!
Those wounded by the Spear of Dionysus will gain a great deal of the Emperor's knowledge in a very short time. At that time, the wounded will fall into a coma. After Magnus has fallen unconscious, the Wolf King will decide whether or not to kill this damned traitor.
Even in death! Lehman Russ will complete all the tasks entrusted to him by his father!
He will never allow the sinner Magnus to commit sins again!
The wolf's howl, filled with absolute determination, pierced the wind and snow. The Primarch's figure rushed toward Magnus with astonishing speed, the tip of his spear transforming into a golden thread, heading straight for the Crimson Sinner.
Magnus chuckled contemptuously. At this moment, as he stripped Fenris of his power and accepted Tzeentch's power, he no longer took the Wolf King seriously.
I was right.
Magnus raised his hand, and at his fingertips, brilliant lightning rose like a giant python, piercing through the wind and snow, crackling straight towards the wolf king's throat.
An explosion followed by a burnt smell. Magnus smiled. He felt wonderful. His soul was slowly being immersed in the strange ocean, which filled him and made him sway as if drunk.
This was bound to happen; deals are always like that—sweet and alluring.
But not enough.
Magnus thought, he thought greedily, like a traveler thirsting for months in the desert pleading for His grace, he needed power, enough power to easily trample Riemann Russ under his feet.
strength……
Magnus envisioned killing Leman Russ, rebuilding his Thousand Sons, and establishing a new homeland.
The vast and beautiful ocean enveloped him, and he was completely immersed in his resentment and desire. A dazzling blue light, like holy light, pierced through the blizzard-swept sky and showered upon him.
From a distance, those few thin rays of light looked like strings pulling a puppet.
Above the snowstorm, something seemed to chuckle.
It's over. He has completely seized Magnus. This little guy, obsessed with knowledge and greedy, is now His. He may have had some ulterior motives before, but having been swallowed up by the power of the Lord of Change, he is no longer able to resist.
The two little people began to fight again, but He had no time to pay attention to this small, happy farce. He carefully lured the behemoth away from the exquisite stage, trying to make it realize that there were even more tempting sweet fruits beneath this planet.
Oh, beneath that vast, white snowfield, passing through the dim cave, you will enter a perfect world of honey and sweet wine.
Eat to your heart's content, and may you have a great appetite.
A corner of the cave split open, and surging darkness groped and lowered its tentacles, chuckling as it listened intently—listen, can you hear the roar from Terra at the other end of the tunnel?
This monster certainly couldn't kill the Emperor, but it didn't need to—they only needed to weaken each other.
Of course, there is hope for humanity. These things will only happen on Terra. Looking around, the other four corners of the Empire still hope to survive, in order to prevent their beloved Neos from doing something foolish.
They will continue to give him hope.
The cold winds of the Himalayas howled. Below the palace, at the trembling gate of the net passage, a pair of golden eyes shone brightly. As the golden light shone, countless devout whispers rang out, and golden arcs slid across the helmets of the heavily armed imperial guards.
The Emperor is prepared to fight the monsters. If the [Dead] really does rush into the Webpath, then the first thing to worry about will not be the broken Webpath.
"My children..."
Lehman Russ let out a broken roar, coughed up blood, and collapsed onto the snow. Crimson blood flowed from his back, mixed with a jelly-like semi-solid substance.
The earth around them seemed to have been struck open by countless thunderbolts, leaving brutal wounds that starkly littered the snowfield.
[...Magnus.]
The sound of clenched teeth suggested he wished he could bite the Crimson Sinner to death. Magnus laughed gleefully, as if reliving the moment he had toyed with the Wolf King using his psionic powers.
He floated down from mid-air, his bare feet touching the ice and snow.
Ruth, be a good first sacrifice.
Magnus began chanting the incantation to connect with the Lord of Change.
He walked over easily, preparing to pick up the wolf king—
The wolf king, who had been lying prone on the snowfield, leaped up in an impossible manner, and the Dionysian Spear burst into intense light in the wind and snow!
Magnus roared in mockery, frantically raising his hands to try and get away from the enraged Russ, but he was too late.
In the slowed-down time, Magnus clearly felt the spear pierce his skin, the cold metal breaking through the hot flesh, and beads of blood flying up.
Ruth's eyes lit up with the joy of success, and the wolf king's lips curled into a smile, but the sharp pain in his back made his expression turn ferocious. He seemed to think he had succeeded, and his body, which he had forced to leap up, crashed heavily into the snow, splashing up a cloud of snow.
Lehman Russ struggled through the snow, his vision obscured by the thick snow, but he continued to crawl forward, driven by powerful instinct.
Having been pierced by the Spear of Dionysus, Magnus may have already fallen, and he needs to seize this last opportunity.
For the sake of... all... father.
The wolf king struggled to think that he was going to be an executioner again, but he was willing to do it.
At least he fulfilled his father's mission.
The wolf king thought to himself, struggling to crawl forward, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. He was almost there—
【What the hell? 】
Magnus's alarmed voice rang out, and at the same time, a foot appeared in front of the Wolf King, pressing down hard on Riemann's hand that was holding the Spear of Dionysus, rendering him unable to move.
Ruth's heart sank into an ice cave in that instant.
what is the problem? !
【oh,】
Magnus smiled and said
[I understand now, the Spear of Dionysus—so the false emperor gave it to you.]
Magnus bent down and forcibly pulled the spear from the wolf king's hand, his hand bones snapped one by one by psionic energy.
【Barbarians——】
Magnus said sarcastically, "You really think everyone's like you, getting dizzy and lightheaded from just a little bit of knowledge?"
The Spear of Dionysus contains a portion of the Emperor's wisdom, but the Wolf King is unaware that the Emperor had already forcibly instilled a massive amount of knowledge into the Crimson Sinner during the punishment of Nicaea.
In other words, Magnus at this moment was not afraid of Dionysus's spear.
Magnus curled his lip and casually tossed his spear into the snow. It was almost over; the monster was about to descend in full force. He heard the Lord of Changes praising him. The plan was about to be perfectly completed, and He allowed Magnus to satisfy his greed.
After all, He had completely mastered Magnus.
Magnus gave a maniacal smile, telling him to think... how he could get back everything he had lost from the Wolf King.
The lost son, the ignorance scorned by all, the years of imprisonment, and...
Magnus subconsciously touched his smooth eye sockets; this was one of his obsessions.
His eyes.
Oh, Magnus thought, there was one of his eyes still hanging on the dog.
However, just as Magnus subconsciously touched his eye socket, Riemann Russ suddenly realized something.
The Primarch immediately reached for his waist, touching the single eye of Magnus that his father had given him. A faint growl escaped from between the wolf's teeth—
The father never told him what the eye was for or how to use it!
Magnus immediately noticed the wolf king's little trick. Russ was lifted up by psionic energy, his feet dangling in the air, like a dog whose spine had been removed.
You are not worthy of my eyes—nor is he.
As Magnus spoke, he channeled his psychic powers, commanding them to retrieve his eye. But then, the Crimson Sinner angrily discovered that his psychic powers could not reach the single eye, which was shrouded in the aura of an emperor—because he had offered it to that tyrant.
Magnus pulled Leman Ruth closer, furiously preparing to physically reclaim his single eye, but the wolf king, whose power was being suppressed by psychic energy, revealed a provocative smile.
From a psionic perspective, Magnus was astonished to see Ruth struggling against his psionic suppression, her bones breaking and twisting at unnatural angles.
The wolf king's fierce resistance forced Magnus to intensify his psionic manipulation, but Fenris, whom he had betrayed, began to interfere with Magnus's psionic abilities with all his might.
Magnus cursed inwardly. At this moment, every time Fenris manipulated his psionic energy, it was strengthening Magnus's control over it.
But the enraged Fenris paid no heed to any of this; it furiously pounded Magnus with its icy flames in a final stand.
The two Primarchs began to struggle, and blood flowed from Lemanrus's eyes and ears as he fought against Magnus with all his might.