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The Emperor looked at Magnus. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, only a cold look, as if he was looking at a tool, and a failed tool at that.

Tool - this was the position most Primarchs held in the Emperor's heart.

Of all the Primarchs, perhaps only Horus and Sanguinius were slightly more important to the Emperor than tools, but only to a limited extent.

The Emperor thought highly of Magnus, and he gave him a hug for it.

Magnus possesses the most psychic talent second only to him, and was originally going to become an important figure in the Empire's fight against the subspace entity. Unexpectedly, he fell into the trap of the subspace entity early, and half of his body was hung on Tzeentch's fangs. .

Even the Thousand Sons and Prospero fell.

"You disappoint me so much." The Emperor repeated his words to show just how disappointed he was.

He had long known that some Primarchs would be seduced by the Warp entities and betray him.

He guarded against this. He never expected that Magnus, who was most capable of resisting the warp, would be the first to betray him.

Magnus is so stupid!

If Magnus's psychic gifts were transferred to another Primarch, he could think of no one who would do worse than Magnus.

Ignore his warnings, sign a pact with Tzeentch, break through the webway, defect to the evil god, and kill Malcador
The Emperor grew angrier as he thought about it.

Snapped!
Magnus, who was talking nonsense, suddenly felt an irresistible force coming from his side. This force hit him, whipping him like a big spinning top under the hands of an old man in the park. Whoosh. Swishing around.

Malcador couldn't bear to look away.

Magnus's physical fitness was incomparable to that of the Emperor, and his psychic powers were blocked by Malcador's prisoner made of special materials, leaving him without any resistance to the Emperor's big hand.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Although Magnus's home world no longer existed and Magnus's descendants, the Thousand Sons Legion, had been annihilated, the Emperor had no sympathy for Magnus.

tyrant?

The Emperor decided to let Magnus sober up first.

Slap after slap fell on Magnus, and Magnus spun faster and faster. Fortunately, the floor of the palace was reinforced, otherwise he would have to drill a hole.

After a few minutes, Magnus stopped wandering, sat down on the ground, and kept retching.

The Primarchs had a very good sense of balance, which made them even more uncomfortable when they were dizzy.

"Are you awake?" the emperor asked coldly.

"tyrant."

Snapped!
"You tyrant"

Snapped!
"you"

Snapped!
After three more slaps, Magnus covered his bulging cheeks and was speechless.

"Awake?" the emperor asked again.

At this time, Magnus no longer cursed the Emperor as a tyrant, but began to sob to himself.

Snapped!
Another slap, this one knocking Magnus unconscious.

what happened again?
The emperor said coldly: "Don't cry."

Magnus covered his face, sat on the ground, lowered his head and said nothing.

The indifference on the emperor's face faded somewhat.

"You are my son, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion, the enemy of xenos and warp entities, and your actions bring disgrace to all three of your identities."

"I ask you, for whom was Prospero destroyed?"

Magnus' shoulders shook.

Snapped!
The emperor frowned and slapped him again. "It's me! Because of me!" Magnus's psychological defense collapsed, and he burst into tears. "It's because Tzeentch plotted against me and I fell into the trap. That's why Prospero fell, and that's why the Thousand Sons Legion Fallen, so they were destroyed.”

Under the Emperor's slaps, Magnus's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

In fact, Magnus himself knew what led to the destruction of Prospero and the Thousand Sons Legion, which was his own stupidity, but he was unwilling to admit it.

When facing Guilliman and others, he insisted that everything was the Emperor's fault.

Only in this way can he maintain his poor self-esteem and give himself the motivation to live.

But after meeting the Emperor, after meeting the greatest man in the entire human empire who was also his father, he still couldn't stand it any longer.

Malcador next to him could see that Magnus was determined to die.

If the restraints on Magnus were now released, the chance of Magnus attacking the Emperor would be far less than the chance of him killing himself.

The Emperor also saw this.

The destruction of Prospero and the Thousand Sons struck Magnus too hard.

Magnus is demoralized and may commit suicide if Magnus is not given a new purpose.

But he still had Magnus useful.

If he wanted Magnus dead, there was no need for the Imperial Navy to go to all the trouble of bringing Magnus back to Terra.

Magnus's psychic talents were valuable, and as long as he was not an enemy of the Imperium, he was still a good tool, but he could no longer rule the Legion in his Primarch's place.

"Magnus, are you willing to atone for your actions?" the Emperor spoke slowly and majestically.

"Atonement?" Magnus asked blankly.

The Emperor nodded and said in an unarguable tone: "Prospero and the Thousand Sons Army were destroyed because of your fault alone. Unless you want to evade your own guilt like a coward, otherwise you will have to do this." Atonement.”

"Even if it means death, it must be after atonement for your sins!"

Magnus was silent.

Atonement
He really should give an explanation to Prospero who raised him and his heirs who died in vain for him. Only in this way can he die without any distractions.

"How can I atone for my sins?" Magnus asked hoarsely.

The emperor said indifferently: "It's up to you to decide."

"How much do you think you need to do to appease Prospero's billions of dead souls and the loyal warriors of the Thousand Sons?"

The Emperor put the question to Magnus.

Magnus smiled miserably.

If it were up to him, no matter how much he did, he would never be able to comfort his home planet and all those who died because of him.

He can never die.

He will bear the cries of countless people and walk miserably on the never-ending road of atonement.

The Emperor looked at Magnus for a few seconds and found that Magnus's death aura had dissipated, so he felt relieved and ordered Malcador on the side: "Take him down and give him some bad lessons about subspace entities." Information, the empire may be able to use him one day.”

He didn't avoid Magnus at all when he spoke, and Magnus was numb and didn't react at all.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Malcador bowed slightly and took Magnus away.

The Emperor was alone in the palace.

There was a hint of worry in the Emperor's eyes, and he murmured: "The AI ​​rebels of the golden age, Tzeentch can actually control the subspace." (End of this chapter)