The Primarch Hasn't Arrived, The Psychiatrist's Self-Rescue

Dawn Star, planetary capital Karena, orbital command center.

Magnus was trying his best to persuade Perturabo, and even though time was of the essence, he spoke patiently like a teacher.

During this conversation, his eyes appeared a deep blue, similar to those of his brother.

"Magnetic polarity reversal is a common phenomenon on all planets, with each reversal occurring approximately every 500,000 years."

"The polarity reversal itself usually takes centuries to complete, so it is almost imperceptible to the planet's inhabitants."

"But the magnetic field reversal of Dawn Star was accelerated to six months, and the Mars Tech-Priest, who ventured deep into the Earth's core, could not find the reason, suggesting a conspiracy."

A glint flashed in Perturabo's icy blue eyes, then dimmed again as he watched the Tug ascend toward the tracks through the armored glass.

"My mission is to evacuate, not to investigate the reasons why a planet is destined to perish."

"My plan will ensure the safe departure of every Dawn Star resident from this planet."

"To ensure the plan's success, every single aircraft, no matter how dilapidated or in disrepair, must be put into service, Magnus. Now I must continue my work."

After Perturabo finished speaking, he walked to the control panel, ready to connect his dreadlocks to the system and continue their operation.

Suddenly, the ground beneath our feet trembled violently, and the entire orbital control center began to shake.

Perturabo's electronic "dreadlocks" are connected to the information flow, rapidly aggregating data from various nodes.

The earthquake caused large areas of land to crack.

Tsunami, the city was swallowed up.

Even the "Red Dragon," the Planetary Defense Force that had previously been obedient and cooperative in carrying out his assigned tasks quite well, launched a rebellion.

Their armored firepower suddenly opened fire on the Iron Warriors, resulting in several deaths.

They also kidnapped Konrad Vaul, the Planetary Governor appointed by the Imperium, completely disrupting his evacuation plans.

A flicker of anger flashed in Perturabo's icy blue eyes as his dreadlocks detached from the electronic device.

"You foresaw it, using your Psionic Energy?"

Magnus keenly sensed the rejection of Psionic Energy in Perturabo's tone.

Through long-term contact, he gained a considerable understanding of Perturabo. Unlike Leman Russ's pure aversion, Perturabo and Rogal Dorn Dorn had somewhat similar attitudes toward Psionic Energy.

They both emphasized the dangers of using Psionic Energy; Dorn's ideas stemmed more from his own, while Perturabo's were influenced by the Emperor's emphasis.

Magnus smiled and shook his head slightly.

"More information came from my son, Hathor Mhat, who captured the Sons of C'tan and obtained intelligence from them."

"Based on this information, my glimpses into the future tell me that the Apocalypse of Dawn Star is a meticulously planned conspiracy."

"Now, I need the device you made for me. It's finished."

Perturabo paused for a moment. Magnus had previously given him the declassified ancient documents, asking him to build a Warp navigation device.

The most unique feature of that device is that it does not require Psionic Energy to operate, which can compensate for the lack of Navigator in the evacuation fleet.

It had already been completed, Perturabo originally intended to smash it in front of Magnus to remind his only friend, his brother, of the dangers of the Warp as taught by the Emperor.

But now is not the right time; Magnus is a proud brother who has complete confidence in himself.

The key to persuading him is not to convince him that his plan has failed, but rather to convince him that the machine will prove useful.

Come with me.

Perturabo strode toward the covered instruments and lifted the gray curtain.

Ten minutes later, the red Stormbird took off, and Magnus busied himself nervously between two machines linked together by Adamantium chains.

He no longer had time to modify his own machine; now he had to combine the two machines together.

The machines Perturabo created will lock onto the Warp entity called C'tan, and they will help him gather energy to eliminate the threat.

As the Stormbird hurtled toward Zarukin, Hathor Mhat was already in dire straits.

He raised his staff high, and the power of the Thousand Sons of the Pavoni converged into the electric sphere.

The electric dragon's blinding light was as dazzling as the Thunder unleashed by the electromagnetic storm in the distance.

The Psychic Lightning struck the body encased in red armor, but he merely raised his hand, and a dazzling light met the lightning.

With a deafening roar, the Psychic Lightning was engulfed.

"Die!"

"Asava" roared, and molten lava poured down from the sky.

Phosis T'kar raised his hands high, Telekinesis surged forth, creating a "Force Shield" that blotted out the sky.

As the molten liquid slammed into the "Force Shield," T'kar's expression changed drastically. As a member of the Council of Masters and a leading figure in the "Falcon Sect," only the Primarch's defense among the Thousand Sons was stronger than his.

However, the "Force Shield" he created was shattered in an instant.

T'kar let out a roar, his Telekinesis being unwillingly forced back around his body, barely enveloping him.

The flames engulfed more than a dozen Thousand Sons, burning them to ashes in an instant.

Countless images flashed in Asava's eyes, and he let out a sneer.

"Thousand Sons, all turned to dust!"

Hathor was at the center of the raging inferno; his body was melted by the flames, but then rapidly regenerated under the influence of bio-energy.

As his Psionic Energy rapidly depleted, he heard C'tan's words.

In the real world, the voice of "Asava" comes from one person.

But within the Great Ocean, countless conflicting voices could be heard.

The voices seemed to come from millions of people—men, women, the elderly, and children.

Hathor was puzzled by C'tan's words. How could the Primarch, who had returned to the Legion, be associated with the powerful Thousand Sons?

He quickly dismissed C'tan's words; the more crucial thing now was how to survive.

Hathor glanced at the sky out of the corner of his eye, but saw no shadow.

Primarch has not appeared, we can only seek self-salvation.

As he looked away, he saw the dense barrage of bullets fired by the Thousand Sons at C'tan rapidly dissipate in the air, the explosives scattering like dust.

Since Psionic Energy cannot withstand the powerful Warp entities generated by the Affliction deaths of countless Psyker, the only option is to use the abilities bestowed upon them by Lord Nimrod to save themselves.

A flash of inspiration struck the "Psychiatrist," and his thoughts raced.

The awakened Psyker of the Kingdom of the Dragon who died were killed after their Psionic Energy was extracted by their own people.

What gave rise to C'tan was the resentment of countless dead! Those dead lives still exist!

Although C'tan is powerful, I might be able to "appease" a portion of it.

After conducting a psychoanalysis, the "Psychiatrist" began by saying:

"My fellow Terra, my Psyker, I understand you."

"You have done nothing wrong, yet you have been betrayed by your own people."

"..."

The "Psychiatrist" discovered that, with his "soothing," the raging torrent of flames dissipated.

[As expected, I "pacified" a portion of C'tan's aggregate, and I was able to communicate with him.]

Perhaps, I will have the opportunity to carry out Lord Nimrod's orders.

Hathor, realizing this, shouted, "Stop! Retreat!"

He was no longer able to send Thought Impulse, and the armor's communication devices were destroyed in the molten lava.

Even the magnificent armor meticulously crafted by the Temple Master "Pavoni," and even his perfectly long hair, could not be reshaped using Bright Feather Technique.

Hathor was in a more disheveled state than ever before, but the "Psychiatrist" had no time to spare. He saw C'tan lower his right hand and raise his left, aiming at the retreating Thousand Sons.

We are not your enemies.

"I'm your friend, tell me your story."

Asava's face Distortion as the sounds of arguing echoed across the Great Ocean.

"Lie! Kill them!"

"No! I have to tell him that story, tell him about that despicable man who deceived me, who tricked me into this, whose name is... damn it, I can't remember his name."

"Yes, someone must know about this shameful betrayal. He and all of them cannot die before I finish my story."

T'kar looked at Hathor, and as their eyes met, he sensed Hathor's unwavering conviction.

He nodded slowly, then turned and left with the Thousand Sons of the Second Fellowship and Third Fellowship, leaving Hathor alone with the terrifying "Asava".

Time ticked by, and the "Psychiatrist" listened to the hundreds of voices echoing in his mind.

He responded quickly to each voice, carefully "soothing" their emotions.

Hathor believes that if it were an ordinary "Psychiatrist," they would have been torn to shreds long ago.

Fortunately, he is both Astartes and Psyker, possessing Superhuman Brain.

Lord Nimrod's three grants of power also enhanced his mind and gave him the ability to handle such situations.

The "Psychiatrist" nervously satisfies some and "pacifies" others, maintaining a fragile balance until all the Thousand Sons disappear from his perception.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly the roar of an engine filled his ears.

Hathor looked up and saw the Legion-painted red Stormbird flying rapidly towards him.

The Primarch has arrived.

As the thought flashed through his mind, a terrifying scream rang out, C'tan sensed a life form that could threaten him.