Ahriman's Fright

By meticulously piecing together the merchant's memories, Ahriman finally saw the face of the 'Living Saint'.

Although he possesses Primarch- level height and physique, and is also extremely handsome and dashing,

But it looked completely different from the Sanguinius I remembered.

"Isn't it Sanguinius?"

Ahriman breathed a sigh of relief.

He was just scared.

It was thought that the one on the Golden Throne had finally erupted.

They plan to drag the entire Milky Way down with them.

Ahriman participated in the entire Siege of Terra.

While Horus was fighting the Emperor, he entered a mysterious library on Terra.

There, I browsed through a book about the Dark King and heard Dark King echoes.

That was a true god, created from human anger, hatred, despair, and death.

Born solely for destruction.

The Emperor refused to become a god; instead, he killed Horus in his mortal form and banished the Chaos Gods.

Abaddon's destruction of the Cadia Fortress was a foolish decision.

The Emperor's power has been enhanced, and his interference in the Realspace has become more profound.

The Black Crusade of the Despoiler was a game of the gods.

Abaddon couldn't kill the Emperor.

Even if he manages to reach Terra again, he still won't be able to kill the Emperor.

The Master of Mankind could become a god then, and he can still do so now.

As long as one is willing to abandon humanity and the last vestige of human nature.

The ultimate fate of the Milky Way is destruction—destruction for humanity, for the present, and for the gods, and for the Warp.

No one knows how long the Emperor will remain on the Golden Throne.

No one knows what fate awaits the Milky Way after the Emperor abandons his duty to protect humanity.

Ahriman tried to examine and manipulate the Fate Lines of that 'Living Saint'.

But they discovered that they couldn't see the other person's Fate Lines at all.

Like the Black Sun in the Warp, it burned away all destinies leading to itself.

Even the gods could not know what fate this 'Living Saint' would bring to the universe.

Ahriman released his grip, and Hagren's body fell limply to the ground.

The poor merchant's eyes were wide open, filled with despair and confusion.

He couldn't believe that such a cruel fate had befallen him.

A photo of him with his wife and children slipped out of his pocket.

During his perilous journey through the Warp, his family was an indispensable source of emotional support for him.

Ahriman bent down to pick up the photo.

"A nice family."

"What should we do next?" asked one of his subordinates, Ctesias.

He was not a veteran of the Long War, but a new recruit cultivated five hundred years ago using rituals and Gene-Seed.

Among the Thousand Sons Sorcerer, there are also those who perform purely ritualistic rituals. They become Thousand Sons Sorcerer by pledging allegiance to Magnus and enduring the rituals; those who cannot endure them go mad or die.

Just as Ahriman was about to answer, his expression suddenly changed.

"Here we go again."

Ctesias's expression changed instantly.

The heat surged into his body and mind, like inhaling air from a furnace.

The Rubric Marines not far away were also trembling in place.

Strange sounds emanated from within the armor, like painful screams and calls for companions.

Ctesias had no time to do anything.

It felt as if a fiery bomb had exploded in his mind.

White light, roaring sounds, and towering flames engulfed everything.

He could see nothing but flames.

The pain and burning sensation were like the roar of a firestorm, seemingly destined to last forever.

When it was all over, Ctesias found himself kneeling on the floor, his mouth filled with the taste of smoke and ash.

Beside him, a Rubric Marines was completely reduced to ashes, even the echo of his soul vanished.

Ahriman's voice was filled with anguish, "The warnings are becoming fewer and fewer, but also stronger, and they will only stop when we are completely burned to ashes."

Ctesias stood up, a bitter expression on his face.

This is a side effect of their second casting of Rubric Sorcery — the Wicked Fire Backlash.

The large-scale spell did not end easily.

It got out of control, like a raging fire engulfing every tree.

The fire will not go out until the trees are completely burned to ashes.

Ahriman tried to stop it and save the Thousand Sons Legion fate.

He went to Commorragh and obtained the information about Ynnead he wanted from the Bloodbrides and the leaders of the Kabal.

But that angered those guys.

They would never tolerate such humiliation, and after Ahriman left Commorragh, the Dark Eldar assassins were also dispatched.

The Commorragh leadership vowed to make these Thousand Sons Sorcerer pay the price.

Ahriman made another trip to the sleeping realm of the Haksos Dynasty, where he retrieved an artifact capable of manipulating time.

This matter also angered the ancient and long-standing Necron Dynasty.

The awakened Phaerakh must have already dispatched overlords to hunt them down.

The Calixis Sector is Ahriman's last stop on his return journey to the Eye of Terror.

The Tzeentch Greater Daemon — Kairos— had told Ahriman that there were pure Thousand Sons here.

Not a trace of corruption,

It will not be affected by the Wicked Fire Backlash.

Ahriman had observed the Planet Automata from the shadows; it was a well-developed human world, brimming with a spirit of progress and innovation.

There is also a sophisticated defense system and thousands of Astartes.

The strength displayed by Planet Automata forced him to first go into hiding and gather intelligence about the planet.

From Hagren's mind, Ahriman learned that the Planet Automata was not just about the military aspects he had observed.

Including those that haven't been awakened, there should be tens of thousands of Astartes on the Planet Automata.

This shocked Ahriman, and he was also glad that he hadn't acted rashly.

It should be noted that even during the Great Crusade, the major legions rarely had such a large number of new recruits.

It takes years of accumulation to reach a scale of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

With such a massive force, what exactly does that so-called 'Living Saint' intend to do?

Conquering the Calixis Sector is more than enough.

Ahriman was filled with confusion.

"Should we launch an attack on the Planet Automata?" asked Ignis, another Thousand Sons Sorcerer.

Ahriman shook his head. He didn't believe that his small force could take down tens of thousands of Astartes, which was a legion-level force.

"Starting a war would be suicide. Let's figure out what happened to Pure Thousand Sons first."

"What do you plan to do?" Ctesias asked.

"I already have a perfect plan," Ahriman said.

A moment later, the dead Hagren stood up again and sat back on his captain's throne.

The crew on the cargo ship acted as if nothing had happened.

"The Warp Storm has subsided a bit," the navigator shouted.

"Then let's continue our voyage," Hagren ordered. "Target: Scintilla."

The Geller Field is activated, covering the hull.

The Warp Engine roared, opening Warp Rift, and the Light of Paradox overflowed like a tide.

The cargo ship entered Warp and headed towards the planet Scintilla.

The Battle of Scintilla is drawing to a close.

The Emperor's Cattle Warband went on a KPI-chasing frenzy, digging three feet into the ground to capture rebel leaders.

But it was still a little short, so it had to settle for third place.

Fourth is the Hammer and Sickle Warband, which made Little Fatty grit his teeth in anger.

The original goal was to secure third place and strive for second, and everything was going smoothly.

As a result, a Demon Hunter Warband suddenly appeared and they only managed to get fourth place.

The members of the Demon Hunter Warband have been looking at everyone with their chins these past few days.

He'll occasionally chime in.

"Oh, it's just MVP, nothing special."

"After fighting so hard, wouldn't it be enough to just capture a Daemonhost?"

"..."

Such comments kept popping up, making players from other Chapter so angry they almost wanted to put a snakeskin bag over their heads.

But they held back, after all, they still had to continue fighting the rebels.

The Demon Hunter Warband can capture one Daemonhost, but do you think they can capture Seven Great Daemons of the Calixis Sector?!

If you've got the guts, then take care of that infamous Tyrant Star too.

"It's just a sneaky move. When it comes to a large-scale battle, we're bound to be left behind."

"That's right, Void warfare, aerial warfare, and ground assault are the true path to enlightenment."

"It's just Daemonhost, can't we Psyker capture it?"

"..."

In response to these comments, Brother Zhong simply said, "A bunch of jealous people. Don't worry about what happens later, we are the MVP right now. We were the least favored, but we proved ourselves the most."

One sentence broke the defenses of the players who had just calmed down. They swarmed him, pinned him to the ground, and beat him up.

But Brother Zhong, with dark circles under his eyes, still chuckled, which made everyone even angrier.

After finishing his work, Qin Yun gathered the players to discuss the distribution of the spoils.

Everyone contributed to this battle. It's unfair to claim ownership based on who gets it first.

"The first one is the Exemplar Fist battleship. The Emperor's Cattle Warband made the greatest contribution, so they not only have priority in purchasing it, but also preferential discounts."

"Other Chapter would need to pay more than double the price offered by the Emperor's Cattle Regiment to acquire it."

"In addition, officers on naval ships need to have military ranks to enter the combat sequence, so players who purchase warships still need to pay enough Contribution Points and merits to exchange for military ranks, or hire NPCs with military ranks."

"Considering that players do not currently have enough Contribution Points and merits, they can be allowed to pay on credit, but they need to repay within a limited time."

"Now, is there anyone willing to offer a higher price for this trophy?"

Qin Yun's words left the players looking at each other in bewilderment.

Blood Pigeon did the math in her head and finally gave up.

In the Imperial Navy's ranks, the captain of a battleship is usually an admiral, and his deputy is a senior colonel.

In other words, in addition to the cost of purchasing warships, a considerable amount of money must be spent on replenishing personnel in order to fight alongside the navy or enter the official command structure.

In addition to these, they will also be responsible for the maintenance expenses of the warships.

The other players were in the same boat; they all had some savings, but it wasn't worth putting them all on the ship at once.

Forming a fleet would be very expensive, and there's no need to do that until a suitable way to make money is found.

If it explodes, they'll cry.

"In that case, the battleship Exemplar Fist officially belongs to the Emperor's Cattle Warband from this day forward."

As soon as Qin Yun finished speaking, the members of the Emperor's Cattle Warband cheered.

With this warship, we'll have more confidence in winning MVP.

Players like Ten-Timer Turtle immediately draped a cloak over Warmaster.

The style is just like the navy cloak in One Piece.

The word behind it isn't "justice," but "loyalty."

The shoulders are also adorned with Double-Headed Eagle epaulets.

With his towering physique and the giant sword on his back, he has a One Piece Warhammer 40K style.

After dressing, the Warmaster flicked his cloak and shouted, "Loyalty!"

The other players were completely dumbfounded. What were these guys thinking?

Is this even possible?

Little Fatty: "Damn, do these guys have that many fancy tricks up their sleeves??"

Blood Pigeon: "You, an Astartes, wearing a navy cloak?"

Brother Zhong: "I often seem out of place because my thought process isn't unique enough."

"..."

Qin Yun's lips twitched as well.

Never underestimate the Fourth Calamity's ability to cause chaos.

Next, Qin Yun also auctioned off the captured frigates and cruisers.

If a player wants it, give it to them first; if a player doesn't want it, add it to the naval fleet.

After a loot distribution meeting, the Chapter that participated in the war had their Contribution Points depleted and were heavily in debt.

Xia, Caidin, Aing, and the others standing nearby were dumbfounded.

This is way too dark!

They fought a war, but instead of making any money, they ended up in debt.

If it were any other unit, they would have mutinied long ago.

As it turned out, these God Chosen were quite happy.

What kind of thought process is this?

Meanwhile, Qin Yun had just finished the spoils distribution meeting when Xi Ling appeared beside him.

"Master, Lord Guilliman has sent you a communication request. Would you like to accept it?"

"Guilliman? Did something happen to him?" Qin Yun frowned. "Bring him in."