vncnus Chapter 570 Emperor: My son, someone wants to kill you (
Chapter 570 Emperor: My son, someone wants to kill you (
Chapter 570 Emperor: My son, someone wants to kill you (
As is well known, due to the current abstract environment of the galaxy, and the four great Buddhas of the warp stirring up trouble, psionic communication, as the most convenient means of information transmission in the galaxy, often carries great risks.
Because under normal circumstances, it's good if you're alive to confirm that this information, whether from the past or the future, or from somewhere else, has been delivered to you.
More often than not, they are possessed on the spot by the demons residing within, brainwashed by the corrupted information within, turned into living explosives, and become the gateway for those evil entities from the High Heaven to invade reality.
This is also a major reason why it is difficult for people in this universe to understand each other, trust each other, and reach a consensus.
The stability and timeliness of information transmission were far too poor for an empire spanning the galaxy.
Although the Empire has identified a series of patterns based on empiricism to ensure relatively secure subspace communication, there are always some people who can't resist causing trouble given the Empire's massive population.
After all, becoming a psionicist is somewhat like a transmigrator who has obtained a cheat code or system. It is the simplest and most direct way to achieve personal advancement. Everyone has a mindset of being the chosen one and daring to question their extraordinary wisdom.
Not to mention if you were given something like an old man with a ring, plus some kind of innate divine enhancement, you would be completely oblivious to the world.
I've been a psionicist for so many years, and I've raised warp sprites for so many years. Do you think I don't know all the intricacies of the warp?
I knew this spell the moment I used it—
Therefore, the higher one's psionic level, the bigger the mess they tend to make.
The biggest mess was during the Great Rebellion.
Magnus's psionic cannon, laced with Tzeentch's magic, shattered the network tunnels the Emperor had built on Terra, opening a portal for the Four Gods. This destroyed almost all of the Empire's scientists with sound scientific understanding and crippled the Imperial Guard's most powerful force, laying a solid foundation for the failure of the Imperial Expedition.
And so.
When Ramses and Chogochi exchanged a meaningful glance and then looked at him, the Emperor felt an irrepressible urge rising within him as he looked at the information they had intercepted, which they were about to embellish.
It seems... it really might work.
How long has it been since he had this desire to create something interesting?
Taking advantage of the time he could think for a moment, the emperor asked himself these questions.
It seems that ever since he decided to take on the responsibility of reviving humanity, he has never had that thought.
Ramses and Chogochi's gestures were like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating ripples in the Emperor's human heart.
"Can the Sixth Legion keep up?"
Considering Arthur's arrangements, the Emperor still asked somewhat cautiously.
One of the main reasons the human empire was in such a mess was that the Emperor, as a super single-core powerhouse, was too powerful, and the others couldn't keep up.
The current emperors have also reflected on this. They've become more mature over time and understand that important matters can no longer be handled by them alone.
Judging from Xiao Ma's character, he must have gotten his hands on something new and is planning to create something new. He doesn't believe for a second that the gods didn't intervene.
Lemanrus is definitely going to get beaten up; the Plague of the Gods is something that Primarchs can't withstand.
However, whether the entire event will develop as Xiao Ma predicted is absolutely impossible based on everyone's stereotypes about Chaos.
One second Little Horse might be confidently declaring that today is the day of Lemanrus's death, and the next second the various gods who gave him power might start fighting over Lemanrus's ownership, and then send out demon armies to make the whole situation even more chaotic.
Therefore, the wolf pack's deployment is also crucial.
In this day and age, Astartes can not only serve as the minions of the human gods in the real universe, but also replace the Primarchs in the demonic army's ecological niche in the warp. Based on blood ties, they can also form a chain reaction with their own Primarchs to further enhance their combat power, making them an all-around unit that is as versatile as can be.
"It's all been arranged. You have to trust Master Ya."
Ramses waved his hand.
"Are you going to do it or not? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you don't, I'll add some ingredients and send it over."
He invited again, beaming with delight, looking forward to a great show.
That was purely the expectation of a re-enactment of the iconic scene.
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Even the emperor's heart was stirred.
Looking back, his first encounter with Magnus was unlike any other Primarch.
That was the emperor's daily journey through the Warp, wary of the gods' prying eyes.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, in Prospero, Magnus is exploring his own subspace Pokémon world under the influence of a certain blue bird.
Such a powerful psionicist peeking around in the warp naturally caught the attention of the Emperor, who was searching the entire galaxy for his son. So he made a psionic call to Pony online, saying, "Dad, I'm coming to pick you up right away!"
The Emperor had been communicating with Magnus remotely throughout the journey, their conversation flowing smoothly even through the night. Therefore, when the Imperial fleet finally arrived at Prospero, not only did the Emperor give the place high praise, but Magnus also received treatment that would make some of his brothers green with envy.
A big hug from my father.
Faced with such a studious and intelligent child who had recognized the Warp long before he even met him, the Emperor taught him far more about the Warp than he had ever taught any Primarch.
At the same time, the Emperor, contrary to his usual behavior, abandoned the Riddler persona and directly and seriously warned Magnus that his research on the warp and the application of warp power must be steady, accurate, and ruthless. He should only take what he needs and should not become entangled in it, nor should he come into contact with entities that he does not fully understand.
Even before returning to Terra, the Emperor had explicitly told Magnus that he was researching something similar to the Webway, so he hoped his son would be careful when working with psionics. He even thoughtfully wrote "Keep Out" on the psionic barrier outside the Webway to prevent curious psionic babies from running over and causing trouble.
But Magnus, like someone being nagged by their parents not to play video games, didn't listen.
Then the emperor truly experienced the consequences of not listening.
Compared to his abstract portrayal of characters like Angron and Peturabo, he was genuinely very good to Pony.
But to repay his father, Pony made the most valuable psionic phone call in history.
It's impossible to say that emperors have no resentment.
The emperor closed his eyes slightly.
It's a really strange feeling, the kind of absurd feeling where you can be a little willful and somehow manage to steer the situation in the direction you want.
Just as he is able to satisfy others while also satisfying himself.
Just as he was able to live as a human being.
It's no longer about indulging in the exchange of values, the trade-offs between gains and losses, but simply about the impulse to get revenge in some way to please oneself.
Let his degenerate son also taste a little revenge from his father.
"it is good."
It's done!
The emperor ultimately approved the proposal.
"let me."
He firmly accepted the rune.
The terrifying psychic energy accumulated over tens of thousands of years began to gather on it.
In the subspace, golden psionic energy, resembling the prominences of a star, also extended from the cold sun, rushing towards its destination along an unknown path.
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boom!
At the edge of subspace, in a rift in the network, lies the flagship of the Space Wolf Legion.
The horn cup filled with mead was thrown to the ground.
The moment the light burst forth in the warp like a supernova explosion, Bjorn, who was staring directly at the flash, seemed to receive a specific signal and rose from the council hall, which was filled with the style of the Fenris tribe.
The men around didn't seem to care at all about the mead that had been abandoned on the ground and looked incredibly tempting.
Their eyes were filled with suppressed fervor as they looked at the elder who had interrupted the meeting with his actions.
Everyone was eagerly awaiting that news.
The news, which none of the Primarchs explicitly stated, had been largely guessed by the wolves who had withdrawn from the Comoros front.
Even the Star Soul residing in Bjorn's body, protecting the children of Fenris, exhaled billowing cold currents, filled with anticipation for whatever might happen next.
"The time has come, brothers!"
Bjorn did not delay and announced it loudly.
“Let’s go to Ruth’s side.”
He raised his battle axe high.
"For Ruth, for the Father, for the Hour of the Wolves!" Countless wolves rose to their feet, letting out a series of battle howls amidst the roar of countless engines starting up.
"For Ruth, for the Father, for the Hour of the Wolf!"
130,000 space wolves, 13 standard Imperial fleets, 13 paths leading to the true moment of the wolves!
Ruth's claimed moment of the wolf?
What utter bullshit!
What does Leman Russ know about Space Wolves?
Bjorn looked at the disciplined wolves before him, grinned, and revealed a satisfied smile.
now--
Let them go find it, let them fight it.
Send them to bring Ruth back!
Subspace, a place undetectable by any probe, is where the Wolf King Lemanrus resides.
"Ah!"
On the Herafnkel, Lemanrus, covered in blood, sneezed.
Something's not right.
At this critical moment of life and death, the Primarch felt an even more ominous premonition than before.
This made Fenris, the Wolf King and Lord of Winter and Destruction, rub his nose and casually flick the filth mixed with snot, pus, and blood toward Magnus, who was not far away.
Having already secured victory, Magnus, who had been looking down on everyone, suddenly revealed a look of disgust.
The wolf king Lemanrus was unaware of Magnus's appearance the moment he appeared.
One moment he was still in a hazy blur, merely a distorted phantom appearing on the interior structure of the Herafnkel, and the next he stood there, real and solid, among the ranks of the wolf guards, his blade already drawn, the lingering aura of witchcraft surging forth.
Lemanrus, the wolf king who had long anticipated his brother's revenge, tried to avoid it but was slashed in the right eye by the dagger filled with deadly poison.
Leman Russ felt utterly terrible.
Complex forces mixed with toxins poured into the brain, and an immense tearing sensation emerged from the depths of the soul.
Surrounding him were wolf guards frozen in time and space, and in front of him was Magnus, which seemed to grow almost infinitely in a limited space.
Sparks of psychic energy ignited between the two highly skilled psychic masters, intertwining with the winter-like ice and lightning of Fenris and the ever-changing vortex of the Tzeentch archdeacon, with the wolf guards within serving as the prize for victory.
Clearly, the Crimson King didn't want the Wolf King to have it too easy. He wanted this barbarian to experience what it felt like to have his home intruded upon and his family slaughtered without cause.
Judging from the actual situation, this Wizard King's skills have indeed improved somewhat this time.
Lemanrus made an ugly face.
My biggest mistake was being too fixated on finding the World Tree, neglecting to pay attention to my opponents, and becoming arrogant and contemptuous of my defeated adversaries because of my one victory.
However, this has been between them ever since their encounter at the ruins of Tizka.
Their respective armies, their war machines, all their allies, and those psionicists or their offspring turned to ashes—to the monster before them, pieced together from hatred and arrogance, they were all merely tools that would allow them to reunite.
Call ~
A heavy blizzard, powerful enough to engulf the world, poured down, turning the metal ground into a foul swamp. Twisting forms, like grasping hands, emerged from it, dragging wounded warriors into the mire. They struggled against the enemy that appeared out of nowhere, but the moment the blizzard subsided, they could no longer stop themselves from escaping into the apocalypse.
The Hrafinkel is falling apart.
The veil between planes gradually cracked, and the maddening chatter and screams of the warp inhabitants were so clear.
All senses were assaulted, and only the two giants remained standing amidst such an onslaught.
Glass panels peeled from the building's surface, ancient leather curtains gradually crumbled, thunder roared in the midnight-like distorted sky, and relentless earthquakes tore open ever-widening cracks. This glorious queen, which had been sailing in the subspace for who knows how long, was about to capsize.
Think, Leman Russ, think about what else you can do.
Leman Russ closed his eyes slightly; beneath his wild exterior lay a soul that remained thoughtful even in the face of imminent danger.
Magnus looked at his brother.
Leman Russ seems to have changed somewhat.
He still carried the pride of the past, that unrestrained arrogance spreading all over his body like the barbaric scars he had carved himself, always carrying an air of 'keep talking, I'm not listening anyway'.
But now, his aura has changed somewhat.
Perhaps it's resignation.
Or perhaps when revenge finally falls upon him, he will eventually find himself in the same predicament as everyone else.
You can no longer indulge yourself. One day, the swamp will drag you, this wild wolf, back into the mire.
"You look terrible, bro."
Magnus said to him.
The Crimson King sensed panic in the Wolf King's aura.
This made him feel incredibly comfortable.
At the same time, the Wolf King keenly realized that the threat did not originate from the arrogant demon primordial before him.
Leman Russ remained motionless.
There was no sudden burst of energy as he wielded the magnificent Dionysian spear, nor did he leap into the air and launch a dazzling offensive.
He simply stood there, his hand loosely gripping the spear, his scarred armor shimmering softly in the blue glow.
"Your wings."
Lemanrus covered his bleeding right eye with one hand and shifted his attention from the wolf guards around him to the uninvited guest.
"Heh~"
Magnus laughed out loud, confident of victory, and shook his feathers, showing off everything he had.
"An amazing gift, and to this day I am still learning how they work."
It's as if it's been ten thousand years; he still can't see the sarcasm in other people's words and keeps showing off what he considers to be incomparably noble knowledge.
"You always think you're superior to others,"
Russ spat in Magnus's direction and exerted even more force on his arm, which was gradually weakening as the poison spread.
"Where does this inexplicable confidence of yours come from? Could it be some kind of psychological trauma from your childhood?"
"I don't understand what you mean."
Magnus refused to budge an inch.
He looked calm and composed, seemingly unaffected by anything.
"Honestly, no one has ever explained this to me, and no one is qualified to answer this question for me."
This made the wolf king even more certain that the sense of threat did not come from the guy in front of him.
Magnus remained as arrogant as ever.
In a life-or-death fight, instead of thinking about finishing off the enemy, you're just talking trash, all to satisfy your vanity?
What an idiot!
"What I really want to say is that your wings are quite ugly."
Lemanrus stepped forward, stepping out of the stagnant army formations, which were obscured by the blizzard.
Cracks appeared on his body, and the power of the gods pulsed within him, causing his body to glow with rainbow colors.
Father, you really have to save your son!
Ruth began to pray that his father would quickly sense the commotion he had caused and come to the rescue, and continued contemptuously:
"It's like a broken pot with a broken lid."
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Magnus remained calm and composed.
The surrounding surging firestorm, however, surged several times larger as it moved.
P.S.: I'll try my best to keep updating this month. If I really can't manage it later, I'll post an announcement that I'll update every two days, sob sob.
The test results showed hormonal imbalance and sleep problems. The doctor didn't recommend medication, saying that some trace amounts of hormones might stop being produced by the body after being ingested externally, like the "Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin" exercise. He suggested I use sleeping pills to forcefully correct my sleep schedule and see how it goes.
(End of this chapter)