Magnus Tanks the Falling Colony Ship

Azek Ahriman and hundreds of thousands of children immediately obeyed the command of the Primarch, raising their hands towards the Primarch.

The flashes of Psionic Energy light drowned out the roar of the electromagnetic storm.

Magnus raised his left arm, and Psionic Energy gathered in his raised palm.

The Primarch's body swelled as he struggled to control the destructive power within him.

He felt that this immense power was comparable to the powerful Force Shield that the "Falcon Sect" had created in Tizca, capable of withstanding orbital bombardment.

But that wasn't enough for him. The falling colony contained not only the impact of gravity on the ship, but also the immense power exerted by a creature called the C'tan.

Magnus raised his right arm, and colorful Psionic Energy light shot from his palm, flying into the device he had created.

The device was engraved with all the runes he possessed related to the power of the Warp; all nine hundred and ninety-nine runes were activated under his control.

Of the nine core runes, five came from the natural patterns formed by the fallen bird-shaped statue in Prospero, and the other four were obtained by Hathor Mhat from Nimrod.

The light descended from the sky, tearing through the dust clouds and crashing onto the cube.

The Primarch maintains the tenth level of Mindset, allowing the mind to completely transcend the body, and using the power of the mind to control the vast Warp power triggered by hundreds of offspring and devices.

Magnus pushed upwards with both hands, and the immense force slammed into the falling colony ship.

The rumbling of Thunder echoed throughout the entire Dawn Star.

Hathor did not infuse Psionic Energy into the Primarch, as his power had already been almost exhausted beforehand.

His gaze shifted away from the enormous, increasingly slow-moving object that was drawing ever closer.

The power the father had gathered had stopped the falling ship.

Hathor looked at Ahriman and the others who had arrived, and saw that they were connected to the Primarch through Psionic Energy.

Four breaths later, his pupils suddenly contracted.

A Thousand Sons's body, along with his red armor, disintegrated at a visible speed, turning into dust and scattering on the ground.

Hathor didn't need to spread his Biochemical Psionic Power to figure out the reason.

The Thousand Sons, whose minds and bodies are connected by the Psionic Energy of the Primarch, are subjected to powerful impacts.

The Primarch could withstand and bear most of the pressure, but the Thousand Sons could not withstand the immense power.

Hathor watched as one Thousand Sons after another turned to dust, and he couldn't help but recall C'tan's words.

"Thousand Sons, all turned to dust."

He seemed to see a shadow of misfortune looming over the future of "Thousand Sons."

Hathor pulled himself together, a shadow falling over his marble-like face, which, along with the swirling dust, made his handsome features appear even more somber.

Rumble!

The loud crash of the colony ship hitting the ground brought Hathor's attention back to the present moment.

Thanks to Telekinesis, the colony ship landed relatively smoothly, but the weight of its massive body was still devastating to the shattered ground.

Amid the violent tremors, Hathor felt his feet sink as the shockwave, carrying rocks and dust, crashed into him.

He infused his body with biochemical energy, managing to stand firm amidst a series of collisions and shockwaves.

Hathor saw ahead that Magnus's robes, his shoulder and back armor, had all turned to dust and slid off his body in an instant.

He stared wide-eyed, searching in the direction of the capsized colony ship, and sure enough, he saw that C'tan was still alive.

His red armor shattered, and blood continuously flowed from his mouth and nose.

C'tan swayed, then let out a sneer and said sarcastically.

"Scarlet King, everything you cherish will turn to dust!"

Thousands of voices echoed in the minds of Magnus, Hathor, and a dozen or so other surviving Thousand Sons, including Ahriman.

Magnus paused with his raised arms, then suddenly lifted them up.

The Warp device flashed its dazzling light once more, piercing through the dust and clouds.

A beam of light descended from the sky and struck C'tan.

The beam of light broke into golden chains that wrapped around C'tan's body.

Magnus roared, C'tan was swept up.

C'tan roared, his body swelling as he struggled to break free from the shackles of his Psionic Energy.

A storm raged within C'tan, but no matter how much he struggled, he could not break free of the shackles imposed upon him.

He desperately wanted to break free from Asava's body and return to the Great Ocean.

The book at Magnus's waist suddenly flew up out of thin air and hovered in the air.

As he recited, the pages of the book turned rapidly.

Hathor gazed up at the Book of Magnus, his eyes shining, and he thought to himself.

[If we were to offer the Book of Magnus, which contains the most precious knowledge and immense power, to our Lord, it would surely please him.]

As Hathor pondered, a golden beam of light struck the golden device.

Asava's body plummeted, crashing heavily onto the cube.

With a bang, the top side of the cube was smashed open by the red armor.

Asava's body rolled into it.

The metal sphere then flew up, smashed onto the broken cube, filled one of the broken sides, and then filled the entire cube.

Magnus took a deep breath and banished C'tan's words from his mind.

"Hathor, I am satisfied with your intelligence and performance in this operation."

Without prior preparation, dealing with the C'tan threat would result in heavy casualties.

Hathor smiled upon hearing this.

He won the competition for the position of Chief Librarian.

[Father should formally announce this at the next Primarch's Council after Operation Dawn Star concludes.]

As Hathor pondered this, he saw his father walk to the device.

He drew his Scimitar and struck it rapidly, carving runes one by one.

"He's yours, but he's too powerful. The runes I painted can only bind him for about ten stellar days."

Hathor nodded; he would do his utmost to carry out Lord Nimrod's orders.

The "Psychiatrist" approached the device and "reassured" C'tan, whose shoulders and arms were trembling as he struggled desperately.

"We hadn't finished talking before, let's continue now."

Eleven sidereal days later, the Thousand Sons were excavating the partially damaged colony ship, the C'tan.

Magnus stepped out of the colony ship and walked towards the Warp device, praising Hathor was now wearing brand-new Power Armor.

"Your conversation was very fruitful; your spiritual gifts are no less than those of Apophis."

"At least a thousand Psyker have been brought to Peace."

As Magnus spoke, the "Psychiatrist" felt as if stars were shattering within him.

Hathor thought to himself, "[I have mastered the power bestowed upon me by my Lord, and become a true " Psychiatrist "].

As he was pondering, a sudden explosion rang out, and the device in front of him shattered into pieces.

The books at Magnus's waist flew up, their pages turning rapidly.

"All turned to dust!" C'tan said venomously as his body was sucked into the pages of the book.

Hathor stared at the Book of Magnus that had fallen into the hands of the Primarch, his eyes gleaming.