Emperor's Bane

Chapter 27 Magnus

"Hahaha!"

"god?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Don't bluff with me, you pathetic, loathsome warp beast."

In the endless void, in the miasma of countless twisted wills and terrifying wailing, Magnus just showed the most contemptuous and indifferent smile.

"I have traveled to every tiny corner of this vast ocean, I have explored, learned and fought with my father, I have traveled deep into the oldest and most dangerous kingdoms for my Legion, I know this land, as I know my essence and my power."

"God? Don't be kidding, even my most powerful father is unwilling to bear such a title. How dare you, a pathetic little guy, go so far?"

"Let me tell you, the guy who relies on ancient identities and unknown tricks to play tricks..."

"I am Magnus, Son of the Emperor."

"I will never beg anyone for mercy, I will never surrender to anyone!"

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"I said, guys, this situation brings back some bad memories."

"Do you remember what happened in the Byzantine world? Including later in Beatrice, and when we just returned to Prospero..."

Kozot's rambling voice wafted through the team, which made people feel bored, but neither Ahriman, who had the highest title, nor Atawa, who was theoretically the team leader, had no more energy to reprimand this neurotic teammate. .

Because what he was whispering was exactly what everyone in the team was thinking about, the Thousand Sons suppressed some of the panic in their hearts with their quick sign language and silent actions: as the time spent in the subspace became longer and longer, Their muscles have already felt a strange excitement. Although this feeling has never been experienced before, they have heard those former teammates repeat: this inexplicable muscle excitement is the first step of the so-called "Flesh Mutation" .

Flesh mutation is the eternal nightmare of the Thousand Sons Legion, and they are afraid of this kind of psionic disease to the point of being afraid: you know, it is almost impossible for the Astartes to feel fear.

"Do you remember Joate, and Omzod..."

"Quiet! Kozot!"

After mentioning Ahriman's dead brother, Kozot finally received the warning. He didn't speak any more, but the comrades around him could still feel some unnatural shaking from his muscles.

No one spoke anymore, they maintained the most basic battle formation, advancing in the dead silence, occasionally some remains of dead kingdoms and civilizations appeared around the team's field of vision, these were enough to interest the Thousand Sons , but no one has the heart to explore them now.

Until a pyramid appeared in front of their eyes, the Thousand Sons only felt that this building floating in mid-air was too familiar, and then they realized: This is almost a replica of the magnificent Great Pyramid on Prospero .

The sons of Magnus looked at each other, but in the end, when Ahriman took the first step, they chose to go in to find out.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ahriman only felt that his arms began to shake abnormally.

As they went deeper, for the first time, the sound of human footsteps echoed inside this ancient building, and with the sound of footsteps, it was as if some mechanism had been slowly restarted, and the scene inside the pyramid began to change. It was getting brighter and brighter, and even the Astartes could not fully see everything under this glare.

Ahriman hesitated for a moment. Just as they were about to reach the center hall of the building, the extremely dazzling glare finally made him order to evacuate. At the last moment of evacuation, he chose to wait and see the center of the hall. .

The captain of the Thousand Sons saw only a rapidly changing illusory scene: he saw a giant, surrounded by wizards and warriors, and they held a large group of slaves to complete their magic circle. Ahriman saw only The giant's illusory soul drifted away from his body with spells and roars. He seemed to be fighting in a distant place. Every time there was a loud noise, another group of slaves fell silently until all the slaves fell. until the most violent sound came out, and the giant suddenly fell to his knees and began to cry in pain.

Ahriman still wanted to see more clearly, he instinctively felt that the scene in front of him had something to do with him, but the most intense and dazzling glare had already roared in, and the Thousand Sons left the building in embarrassment. When they slowly recovered from the stimulation of the strong light, they suddenly found that the pyramid had disappeared, and at this time, a question rang in Ahriman's ears.

"Wait... what about Kozot and the others?"

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When Kozot woke up from the painful glare, he heard the voice of his father arguing with something unknowingly.

【bluff? 】

[What a good word to describe yourself, from Magnus of Prospero, it seems that you have really completely deceived yourself, forgetting what kind of transactions and choices you have made. 】

【You once drank poison to quench your thirst, borrowed power that didn't belong to you from others, and then completed a series of feats that you thought you made alone, that's all. 】

【You are a doll endowed with life and vitality by an invisible master.Even now you are dancing to the rhythm of others. 】

[You once faced a terrible fate that your meager strength could not resist, you could not overcome it, you could only be a loser, so you asked for help, you prayed, and you bought your own future and the future of countless people , Throw them into the deepest pond, just to see the ripples at that moment, that can make your heart feel the most illusory short-term salvation. 】

Magnus' face was ashen, he seemed to remember something, but finally shook his head.

"Don't try to confuse me, you pathetic monster, I will never run away from any challenge and the possibility of failure like a coward, I will only fight against them like the calmest fighter."

"As I have told my sons."

Magnus raised his head, and he looked at the brazen twisted creature in front of him, facing its lies with the most contemptuous tone and gesture.

"I have penetrated into the farthest corner of the vast ocean, I have fought against monsters that are a hundred times stronger than you, I have explored the kingdom of destiny, tore apart layers of obstacles there, and found and reshaped the core of my legion. Fate, let each of my heirs become the masters of their own destiny."

"Your words are weak, and your illusions are extremely pathetic. Do you think you can shake my will through these disgusting appearances and mystical language?"

"Let me tell you, I have destroyed the most powerful psychic monster ever, stronger than you can imagine, now, you little bastard, get the hell out of me! I have more important things to do, no Time pulls on you."

Magnus's forceful words echoed in the dead space, and his answer was laughter, a strange, many kinds of laughter. The sharp teacher mocked the bad works, there were long howls, screams, and a tragic chorus of thousands of souls wailing in unison.

Accompanied by this smirk, Kozot on the side only felt his muscles become more numb and painful, as if some invisible monster was pulling him, and he hurriedly ran towards his genetic father, hoping to find Help and assist.

Magnus frowned. He watched the twisted creature in front of him change its shape, from the eyeball that kept uttering human words, to a huge pure green human face, which was made of various long snakes. From the twisted mass of meat formed, to other creatures that cannot even be described in words, it changes every second into a shape that can exceed Magnus's thinking.

In the end, it became a snake, a snake that kept crawling.

With the thought of the basilisk, Kozot was dragged in front of Magnus by it.

[Are you willing to take responsibility for your speech, Magnus from Prospero? 】

[Even if... it's your heir's life? 】

Magnus first cast his gaze to appease his son, and then he began to try to pull his son out of the monster's control, which quickly failed.

He had to start thinking about this gamble, and he nodded without thinking too long.

"of course."

Magnus agreed lightly.

Then, the laughter sounded again.

【Let's wait and see...】

Accompanied by this whisper, Kozot suddenly felt something was wrong with his body: he first felt scorching heat coming from his body, and this nameless internal fire swept his whole body in the blink of an eye, and then, he hadn’t After the poor Qianzi got used to the heat wave, he felt the surging power.

Power, endless power, power not controlled by his will, they spontaneously emerged from his arms and legs, unscrupulously twisting Qian Zi's bones and muscles, like curling a dusty carpet .

"Father……"

Kozot instinctively stretched out his hand, desperately begging for Magnus' help, but the Primarch had already stood there like a lightning strike. He looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Because his heir has already changed his appearance: now in front of his eyes is a hideous monster, Kozot's head has been split open, divided into four full petals, each petal is covered with The fangs and densely packed serrated teeth continuously revealed the various organs and blood in Qianzi's body, some of which he owned, and some grew out of his throat almost out of thin air. Magnus could even pass through the almost completely torn throat. His head saw how misshapen lumps of flesh grew inside Kozot's throat.

Qianzi's eyes had protruded completely, they were hardly eyes anymore, but completely pure black eyeballs wrapped in blood tendons, they swelled up to the size of balloons like blowing air, and kept moving toward the horse. Gnus was moving forward, but was delayed by the entangled blood tendons, fell to the ground, and then got up again, repeating the cycle.

"Father--"

Kozot growled in pain, he had already grown no less than twenty mouths, and they were all making helpless cries and hateful growls, and some of them were just making meaningless beast-like roars, this poor man The warrior's muscles dissolved immediately, and his flesh, bones, and tendons were mixed together as if thrown into a juicer, forming a sticky, half-liquid, half-solid thing. Breaking away from the armor, he moved towards Magnus little by little with the head that had been divided into four parts.

While moving, twenty mouths shouted.

"Father!"

Magnus trembled, and the murmured laughter echoed in his ears.

【Now, can you remember? 】

[Now, can you admit it? 】

【Have you faced up to your past, your sorrow, your meaningless struggle? 】

[Magnus from Prospero, Magnus from Terra. 】

【let me tell you. 】

[You once despaired, you once howled, you once gave up on yourself in front of the great will of power and change, helpless like a beast that lost its head and wisdom, you once crawled to this country, came to me, you once Ask me for help, plead with me, expect even the most unfair deal from me. 】

[And I agree. 】

[Yes, Magnus from Prospero, it was me who helped you "save" your legion. 】

[But now, I want to take back this grace. 】

(End of this chapter)