The Final Development of the Terminator
Magnus's single eye gleamed gold. "Nimrod, Sanguinius, Jaghatai, brothers."
"In the past, after Psykers fell in battle, they could not continue serving the Legion as other outstanding Legion warriors could. This was a tremendous loss."
"Through my research, I have finally overcome this problem."
As he spoke, he raised his right arm, and dazzling light projected from his palm.
A radiant crown emerged, slowly rotating.
Layer upon layer of Runes covered it.
"This Psychic Shielding Crown encloses the wearer's brain and constructs a solid line of defense."
"I call it the Osiron."
"They allow the operator to make perfect use of any psychic spells they have mastered..."
"Sorcerous Broken Hat," Russ cut in mockingly, interrupting Magnus's endless explanation.
Mortarion's gloomy eyes stared out from within his breathing mask at the crown that gave off a foul stench.
The most precious trophy he had lost—Necare's pale head—slowly surfaced in his mind.
"It should be called the Crown of Enslavement. A sinful wizard would find no peace even after death, Imprisoned inside it like a Ghost."
A voice like stone rang out. Rogal Dorn asked bluntly, "Magnus, can you ensure that it is stable?"
"Of course. It has already passed verification." Magnus's eye slid from gold to blue. He forced down the melancholy rising within him, and his eye turned silver again.
"I am willing to share the design schematics of the Osiron device with all of you." He knew that if he only provided them to the various Legions, they would certainly suspect him of having ulterior motives.
Magnus's single eye turned. His generous gift received no response.
Sanguinius avoided his gaze, as if he had forgotten that after the Defense of Ciliorete, he had contacted him to express his urgent need to inter Librarians