Emperor's Bane

Chapter 16 Dawn Redemption ([-])
It's an old story.

It is neither long nor bloody, but a sad poem full of discrimination and murder, the fruit of ignorance, and a sinful nightmare destined to haunt the innocent.

The story begins when all the sufferings of human beings have not yet happened. It was a golden era, an era of dreams and ambitions. Countless ships set off from the hometown of human beings continuously. They sailed away from Terra and set sail. Leaving the sun, sailing away from the safe haven for thousands of years, betting everything in the unknown void.

And the prologue of the drama has officially opened.

When another ship full of tens of thousands of passengers sailed in the warp, this huge ship happened to hit an invisible tidal wave head-on.

Magic, elemental, witchcraft, psychic power...Maybe it has countless names, but its essence is always the same: it is an unknown gift from the subspace, a terrifying talent beyond the control of ordinary people. The tide got deeper and deeper, and the phenomenon of the awakening of psykers began to appear on a large scale among the passengers, and along with the power, there was also the ugliness of human nature and the collapse of order.

In the chaos, time passed day by day, until almost everyone began to believe that they could not leave this invisible storm for a short time, and opposition and alignment began to appear with this thought. Some have brought it all on, while others simply fear their power.

Until the last official who tried to restore order fell and war broke out.

The mortals with absolute numbers finally drove all the psychics into a desperate situation. They sealed up these former compatriots and activated the once forbidden terrifying weapons to drain their psychic power and life. .

They thought everything was over, but the real situation is not so simple.

No one knows how many psykers died in this collective atrocity, and no one knows how many innocent people among the dead, but one thing is certain: when all psykers died , the only thing they have in their chests is unquenchable hatred.

Hate, more enduring than true love, more violent than envy, greater than unity, the victors of the war realized with horror what a monster they had unleashed before they could celebrate.

All the psykers who died in vain, their last and most vicious hatred before death twisted together, constantly blending and expanding, and finally gave birth to an unstoppable existence in the spiritual world:

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"Xitan..."

Magnus wiped the dust off the ship and whispered the name of the ancient ship.

The Primarch's one-eyed eyes were filled with psychic fire. He raised his head and saw the rusty exterior of the ship. His consciousness of constant exploration told him that the last trace of the Atava team disappeared here. .

Accompanied by his will, the majestic spiritual energy turned into a sharp sword, and in the blink of an eye, a brand-new entrance several meters square was drawn.

"Get ready, the master here doesn't welcome us."

Magnus turned his head and told his only two followers that the Primarch of the No.15 Legion had used the greatest possibility to strengthen them, so that the two could play a role in the most difficult battles.

Then, a group of people walked in.

【Xitan】is an antique, it is obviously a product of the same great era as Carena City's 【Firm Light】, but unlike its well-preserved cousin, which can even be restored and used, this ship has The interior of the unknown giant ship has been completely rotten, and cracked walls and scattered cables can be seen everywhere. If the outer shell is not really hard, it may have been completely disintegrated long ago.

The three of them emerged from the ruins of electronics, with each foot on the thickest dust, where no one had perhaps walked for hundreds of years—a strange thing indeed.

Morgan carefully looked at everything around him, looking at the countless ruins and dust, and thought so.

It is also an ancient memory, and the [Steadfast Light] was placed in the center of the capital for people to remember and receive careful care and maintenance.

But the [Zitan] was abandoned here instead. Judging from its dilapidated condition and the thickness of the dust, let alone regular cleaning and maintenance, it seems that Dawn Star’s people never even want to get close to it—this is why ?
The question didn't bother Morgan for long.

Because following their footsteps, the Primarch and his attendants were getting closer and closer to their destination, until they walked through the last section of the corridor, and a wide hall appeared in front of their eyes. Judging from the position, This should be the center of the [Zitan].

On the left side of the hall, they saw a violently broken entrance, and messy footprints extending from the entrance all the way to the depths.

At the end of the footprints, there stood five warriors, and Morgan could recognize Atava and Hathor among them. Obviously, they were the missing sons of Magnus.

But at this time the Thousand Sons obviously had a problem: they all took off their helmets, revealing rigid faces and glacier-like ruthless eyes. There was no respect in the sight of their genetic father, only the last Fundamental indifference and indifference.

"Come out, you bastard."

Magnus spoke, and Morgan could feel the rare anger in his voice.

"You bastard who manipulated my heir, stand up, I have come, come and confront me."

"I will tear you apart, your soul and your hypocrisy, because you made a mistake, the most absurd mistake in the galaxy, that you tried to enslave the son of Magnus, and for the rest of your short, pathetic life, this Mistakes make you feel the truest purgatory."

"I promise!"

The Primarch's rage blazed through the halls with his proclamation, and his opponents did not keep their silence.

Morgan heard laughter, and it was the strangest kind of laughter: it was laughing, it was crying, it was roaring of rage and the clash of weapons, and when you strained your ears to listen, it seemed The deepest and most vicious curses can be heard.

Accompanied by this burst of laughter, the five Astartes took three steps forward. They stood side by side and spoke one after another, uttering words without the slightest emotion.

"You are welcome, Magnus."

"Welcome, son of the evil god."

"I have been waiting here for a thousand years."

"I wait for the catastrophe, for the end, for the reckoning, for the sunset, and for what must come, the judgment."

"As for our name, you can call it..."

"Sittan."

Magnus did not continue to listen, and Sitan obviously had no interest in making a long speech.

The moment they introduced each other's names, the two god-like psychic energies collided together out of thin air.

As if the horn of war had been sounded, with the start of the battle between Magnus and Sitan, the Atava team, which had already been controlled, also took up weapons and charged towards Forsyth and Morgan.

"Protect it!"

Forsyth took out a book from his pocket and stuffed it into Morgan's hands. Afterwards, the elite of the Falcon School bent down slightly, and saw his hands stretched forward, and then stood up, fingers spread out. Open, in an instant, an invisible psychic energy barrier was erected in front of the two of them, deflecting the direction of the rainstorm of bullets and the psychic energy impact of Magnus.

Morgan held the beautifully packaged book in one hand, and waved an invisible attack with the other, aiming at the weakest person in her investigation.

"Shock!"

The mantra in his mouth shot out of Forsyth's barrier, and then amplified a hundred times in an instant, forming the most destructive sound wave, which instantly penetrated the bald, helmetless head of the Thousand Sons.

"boom!"

The Qianzi who was hit flew out in an instant. He smashed through a broken iron wall, and the sharp rotten metal cut bloodstains on his exposed skin. The poor man who was manipulated was still struggling to stand up, but The decayed wall he hit could no longer hold up, and a large pile of broken steel and cables fell down one after another with a crackling sound, completely burying him underneath.

"Don't kill me!"

Forsyth yelled subconsciously, but he was quickly attracted by Morgan's attacking style.

"Psychic system? Aren't you from the Psychic system?"

[This is the prophecy department, I have a hunch that the walls there are the most decayed, I just understand a little bit. 】

"Whatever you say..."

Hathor's blade and Atava's bullets were like the most violent storm. Under the continuous offensive, Forsyth didn't ask too much.

These controlled Thousand Sons warriors showed the same characteristics as those of the Red Dragon Legion: crazy, silent, and fearless of death, but they also lost the most powerful united combat and psychic use as a Thousand Sons. Against this kind of opponent who can only rely on brute force and fighting instinct, it is not difficult to win more with less.

Morgan repeated the same trick and quickly knocked over another Thousand Sons Warrior. After that, she used countless scrap iron, glass and even decorative stones and dust all over the floor to completely bury Atawa in the last place. under.

At the same time, Forsyth put away his defensive stance, braved the most violent psionic storm, and knocked down Hathor who was screaming and fighting fiercely with his swordsmanship.

"I admit that he is much weaker than usual."

Forsyth wiped his sweat, talking to himself.

[Is it difficult for a controlled person like this to unleash his true power? 】

"No, not exactly."

Forsyth shook his head subconsciously.

"We have encountered many opponents who were controlled before. Some of them were completely controlled and became mindless combat puppets, but the most difficult ones to deal with were those who were not fully controlled or hypnotized. They He still maintains full combat power and combat wisdom, but his heart has been imperceptibly distorted."

Forsyth spoke simply, but he didn't see the purple light in Morgan's eyes behind him.

But now is not the time to talk deeply about this topic. Right in front of them, the two most powerful psychic entities are confronting each other, which means that Xitan's jet black and the scarlet red symbolizing Magnus are like two tornadoes Fighting together, the entire giant ship was crushed into powder little by little in their anger.

But at present, it seems that Magnus's crimson red has been suppressed a lot.

Morgan and Forsyth exchanged glances.

Afterwards, the hands of the two people squirmed invisiblely at the same time, they circled around Xi Tan's back, and launched a desperate backstab.

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After all, Xi Tan is... dead?
Even if it is an unimaginably terrifying monster, even if its will can influence and control millions of people, everything about this monster is still too fragile in front of a Primarch who really started to get serious.

After all, how could the world have monsters more terrifying than the Primarch?
With the addition of two assistants, Magnus temporarily escaped from the manic power of Sitan that was full of madness and hatred. As he adjusted his rhythm and breath, the Primarch was like killing a wild beast. Killed this terrible existence.

But despite this, Xitan is still not completely dead, its aura began to become vain and quiet, it opened its mouth, and began to tell an ancient story.

It tells: on this ship [Sitan], how the terrified people killed all the former compatriots who had awakened their psionic powers, and the will of those who died in vain finally formed this monster named Sittan.

The people finally discovered the monster, and they were forced to land on the Dawn Star, fleeing in panic from the ship where the terrible tragedy happened, and never even dared to return to investigate.

And in order to prevent similar incidents from happening, post-built ships like the [Steadfast Light] were also added anti-psychic elements as much as possible, which made it so difficult for Magnusto to lift.

But even so, Xitan was not sealed as the Dawn Star people hoped, and its will finally escaped and spread in this world for thousands of years. The seeds of love were planted in their hearts.

"That is to say, countless people in Dawn Star have already been controlled by you without knowing it?"

Magnus frowned. Now, he finally fully understood why the [Sons of Sitan] cult had repeatedly revived, and why men, women, and children would uncontrollably become their fanatics.

Because [Zitan] is in their hearts.

But the situation is more dire than the Primarch imagined.

Facing Magnus' question, Sitan laughed, the craziest and most joyful laugh.

"Countless? Are you belittling me? Magnus!"

"I have wandered for thousands of years, I have hated for thousands of years, I have taken root in this damn world called Dawn Star for thousands of years, I have no ambition to build an empire, nor have I ever dreamed of becoming a god, I don't even want to leave This world called Dawn Star, but I didn’t get nothing.”

"All! I mean, all!"

"Every Dawn Star, dead, alive, loyal, betrayed, poor, rich, I have rooted in all of them!"

"All Dawn Star people, all their descendants! Damn them all!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Choose! You poor wretch!"

"Either save them, leave their pathetic lives, I promise you, I will keep an eye on each of them, and I will let them destroy your pathetic [Empire] at the most appropriate time!"

"Either... kill them! Not one left!"

"No one left!!!"

Sitan's scream disappeared in Magnus's hand, and he held the soul tightly, then took the book from Morgan's hand and put it inside.

[The Book of Magnus. 】

At this moment, Morgan finally saw the true face of the book.

And the Primarch was just silent.

He was silent for a long time.

"……Hey……"

Finally, Magnus sighed.

"Let's go back."

He awakened each of his sons.

"Back to Carena... Back to the Fleet..."

"Now, I think I have something to convince my brother."

(End of this chapter)