Ahriman's Fury

When you first log into the game,

Ten-Timer always liked to shout that he would punch Ahriman and kick Magnus, and become the strongest Psyker in the Milky Way.

But despite his boastful remarks, Ten-Timer still has a clear understanding of his own abilities.

Even if ten of them were tied together, they wouldn't be a match for Ahriman.

So when Ahriman appeared, his first reaction was fear, and he quickly called his teammates in the player area channel to prepare for a righteous gang fight.

Ahzek Ahriman was born in the Middle East of Terra during the Unification Wars and was a descendant of the nobles of the Achaemenid Empire at that time.

Fearing the Emperor's power, the Achaemenid king wisely chose to ally with Emperor.

When Ahriman came of age, he was caught up in the Great Crusade and he and his twin brother Ohrmuzd, enlisted in the army.

He was chosen to join the XV Legion — the Prospero's Children —and become a Space Marines.

Ohrmuzd, through his personal charisma, quickly rose to become a respected company commander.

Unfortunately, he passed away not long after due to the instability of the Thousand Sons Legion's genes.

This incident caused Ahriman great psychological trauma and made him vow to find a way for the Thousand Sons Legion to get rid of the mutation.

Since then, Ahriman has worked hard and has become First Company commander in the Thousand Sons Legion and the Chief Librarian of the Corvidae Cult.

After the defeat in the Siege of Terra, Ahriman and other traitors fled into the Eye of Terror to escape the Imperium's pursuit.

Eye of Terror, he studied Warp knowledge even more diligently.

Not only did he study Rubric Sorcery to help the Legion escape its mutated fate, but he also attempted to ascend to godhood, which can be described as ambitious.

"Traitor." Ten-Timer pointed his Scepter at the other man. "How dare you appear before me?"

"You've been too well deceived by the Corpse Emperor, my brother," the voice said calmly. "Join us, and you will see the truth."

"I never waste my breath on heretics." Ten-Timer raised his Scepter, pointed it at the merchant in the distance, and ordered the soldiers beside him, "Seize him."

Without hesitation, the accompanying squad of soldiers pointed their guns at the merchant.

"This is a very foolish decision."

The merchant reached out his hand, and space distorted, revealing a crack that emitted Light of Paradox.

Several Thousand Sons Sorcerer and Rubric Marines emerged from the rift.

They wore Power Armour with a predominantly red base and silver trim, and carried psionic Scepter or Bolter.

Fire!

The team leader decisively gave the order.

The soldiers pulled the triggers, their Gauss Rifle and shoulder-fired machine guns opening fire simultaneously.

A barrage of bullets rained down on the enemy, creating a deadly barrage.

However, as a surge of spiritual energy spread, the bullets stopped in mid-air.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Rubric Marines, wielding Bolter, opened fire.

The explosions roared, tearing through the soldiers' armor and ripping their frail flesh to shreds.

The wizards also used psionic spells, unleashing thunder, Operation Lightning, or summoning demons.

A pack of hounds billowing black smoke and flowing lava entered the mortal realm from the Warp, tearing apart ignorant mortals.

Violent flames and Operation Lightning appeared out of nowhere, hurling soldiers wearing exoskeletons away or burning them to ashes.

This was a massacre; ordinary soldiers were utterly powerless against these bastard traitors.

Damn it!

Ten-Timer cursed under his breath and joined the fight.

With a wave of his hand, psionic power surged, and fragments of Warp, shimmering with a hazy glow, floated around him.

With a flick of his finger, crystal-like shards rained down on the Thousand Sons Sorcerer like a storm.

Ahriman simply waved his hand.

The incoming fragments of Warp turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air.

"God-Emperor's Aegis! Raging Thunder!"

Ten-Timer unleashed another dazzling bolt of lightning, cleaving the two Warp hounds into ashes, before charging forward with his Force Staff.

Although he was Psyker, he had spent a considerable amount of time in the Arena.

A Rubric Marines tried to point his gun at Ten-Timer.

But he struck the other man's wrist with his Scepter, forcing him to give up the Bolter.

Then another elbow strike landed on the opponent's head, producing a hollow echo.

The forceful blow caused the Rubric Marines to stagger backward.

Another Rubric Marines who tried to charge forward was slammed hard onto his helmet by Ten-Timer's Scepter.

The Scepter, radiating a force field of light, shattered the opponent's helmet.

At that moment, Ahriman made his move.

A terrifying surge of psychic energy struck, sending Ten-Timer flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

"Stay calm, brother. We are not your enemies; on the contrary, we are your brothers."

The merchant revealed his true colors.

It was Ahriman, the Imperium's greatest enemy in Chaos.

He wore Power Armour was predominantly red with gold and silver accents, and held a Scepter that pulsated with psionic energy.

Ten-Timer used his Scepter to support himself as he stood up, glanced at the map built into his armor, and...

Warmaster and the others are rushing towards them.

But it will take a few more minutes, so we need to delay.

He looked at Ahriman and said, "There's nothing to say. You shameless traitor who betrayed the Emperor and harmed your brothers."

Ahriman's face darkened, and anger flared in his eyes.

The Thousand Sons Sorcerer nearby were also taken aback. This guy was really brave, daring to speak to Ahriman like that. Would Ahriman tear him to pieces?!

However, Ahriman did not do that.

A pure, uncorrupted Thousand Sons, unaffected by the Wicked Fire Backlash, and possessing powerful psychic abilities, is extremely important to the Thousand Sons Legion, to him, and to the Primarch.

It may end the Legion's long-standing curse.

He suppressed his anger and spoke calmly.

"Your purity is the key to saving Thousand Sons."

"Come with us to see Primarch Father. He will be very happy."

"Primarch Father? Is he the sunburnt, One-Eyed Ogryn with extraordinary wisdom?" Ten-Timer asked with disdain.

Ahriman stared intently at Ten-Timer. "He is the Primarch, the source of your bloodline. He should not be humiliated like this by you."

"I am loyal to the Emperor," Ten-Timer said calmly, "Not to some arrogant One-Eyed Ogryn. Forgive my bluntness, but that idiot is a giant baby who blames others for his mistakes."

"Even though the Emperor was the Primarch's father, I've never seen that One-Eyed Ogryn."

"You have been blinded by the Corpse Emperor and cannot see the truth of this universe," said the Thousand Sons Sorcerer, Ctesias, standing beside Ahriman. "We are brothers by blood; only we are one."

"Right, right, you weren't fooled. They even destroyed your home planet and you're still helping them count the money." Ten-Timer nodded frantically, speaking sarcastically, "They can't beat Horus, so they only dare to take their anger out on the wolf pack."

The Emperor's original order was to send the VI Legion — the Space Wolves— to bring Magnus back.

Horus altered the order, giving the VI Legion the Exterminatus the planet Thousand Sons.

Magnus hated the VI Legion, yet he helped Horus attack Terra.

Ahriman's face immediately darkened.

These words really hit home.

When they learned the truth about Prospero's burning, they were already Tzeentch's retinue.

Horus was Chosen of the Four Gods as their Warmaster.

They have neither the qualifications nor the power to challenge the other side.

After the Horus Heresy ended, Horus died, Sons of Horus were scattered and no longer existed. There was nowhere to seek revenge!

"Why are you so angry?" Ten-Timer looked at Ahriman. "You tricked someone to death, and you're not allowed to say anything? You weren't fooled, but you wiped out the entire Thousand Sons Legion with just two Rubric Sorcery."

"The VI Legion really shouldn't have launched a full-scale attack on Prospero back then. They could have just recruited you directly—after all, the Thousand Sons they killed was less than the number you wiped out with a single Rubric Sorcery."

"You want me to go back with you? You think I'm dying too slowly?"

Ten-Timer looked at Ctesias and said, "Brother, take my advice: believe in the Emperor and you will be Redemption. If you follow Ahriman and that red-skinned One-Eyed Ogryn, you'll get screwed over one day."

"Following the Emperor, you only need to worry about mutations. Following these two geniuses, not to mention mutations, you'll go hungry nine times out of three days. Look how badly your Power Armour is worn out."

"Enough." Ahriman interrupted Ten-Timer, his voice filled with anger. "I thought we shouldn't fight like brothers, but you've repeatedly offended me."

Ten-Timer, however, paid no attention and bent down to grasp a handful of ashes left over from the earlier psychic battle.

After standing up, he extended his clenched fist and said, "Do you know what this is? Ahriman."

Ahriman frowned. "What is this?"

"This is our brother, Ahriman."

Ten-Timer slowly released his grip, a smile on his face. Ashes flowed down his hand and then scattered.

Ahriman's anger flared up instantly, almost overwhelming his reason.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean by that? Look, our brother has drifted away." Ten-Timer opened his arms, letting the air currents blow away the dust from his hands.

"Put your ear against the armor of the Rubric Marines, you can surely hear their voices, right? Aren't they saying, ' Ahriman, what happened to you? Didn't you say you were going to save us? How did you turn to ashes?'"

Ahriman was so angry that he trembled.

After making his sarcastic remarks, Ten-Timer clearly felt the temperature of the surrounding air drop sharply.

Ahriman is clearly on the verge of exploding.

He felt a sudden chill, but forced himself to remain calm.

"You have been deceived by the Corpse Emperor for too long. Once you have seen the Primarch, you may change your mind."

Just as Ahriman was about to use force, he heard Ten-Timer suddenly shout, "Wait, it's not impossible for me to go with you. After all, I also have Gene-Seed from that One-Eyed Ogryn in my body, and I should go see him."

Ahriman stopped what he was doing. "Are you willing to come with us obediently?"

"Of course, but there's one condition," Ten-Timer said.

"What are the conditions?" Ahriman asked.

"Move three meters to the left first."

Ahriman was filled with confusion, but he did as instructed.

After all, Ten-Timer was already surrounded and had nowhere to escape.

"These are your terms? Now you can come with us, right?"

Ten-Timer scoffed, "How could I possibly go with you? I'm just messing with you, you idiot."

Unable to contain his rage any longer, Ahriman brandished his Scepter, attempting to forcibly restrain Ten-Timer and take him away.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A hail of bullets came from afar.

Upon receiving the message, the Warmaster and other players arrived.

They opened fire on Ahriman and his group, armed with Bolter, Meltagun, Plasma Pistol.

"Charge for MVP, brothers!"

"Capture Ahriman alive and take the top spot."

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They rushed over, shouting various slogans and looking excited.

Are you stalling for time?

Ahriman looked at Ten-Timer and finally understood why he had talked so much nonsense earlier.

I felt both anger and fear.

Ahriman couldn't understand why, as Temple Lecturer Corvidae Cult specializing in precognitive abilities, he hadn't been able to foresee the arrival of these Corpse Emperor servants.

"Too late to realize this now," Ten-Timer sneered.

"You think you can deal with me like this?" Ahriman looked at the other Thousand Sons Sorcerer. "Form Mandala Formation to deal with them."