Because He Had Two Eyes

Book collection.

The originally magnificent and huge Pyramid -shaped building appears somewhat narrow and cramped once inside.

The luminous stone overhead emitted a faint blue light as Magnus led them forward, climbing step by step along the spiraling staircase.

The once bustling crowd thinned out as the building ascended.

Up to the very top of this final Pyramid, there is a precious private collection from Primarch Magnus.

"After witnessing the wondrous power of the Great Ocean, I combined everything I had seen with the data the Legion had collected around the world."

"These are the treasures of knowledge about the Warp and Psychic Power."

Only Magnus's most trusted sons were allowed to enter.

"Amar, I, Magnus the Red, thank you again for your hard work."

"Crimson King, I am merely—"

"Ah, no need for modesty. Without your help and introduction, we would all be entangled and affected by the Flesh Curse, unable to escape."

"You are welcome to browse through all the books here. But please be careful."

"I'll be in big trouble if these books get damaged."

"Also, if you are inspired by anything, you are welcome to discuss it with me."

Magnus, of course, would not be stingy with rewards for his offspring.

On the other hand, his rewards are also quite unique.

He wouldn't be like some Golden Giant who makes everything big and gold and then gives it away to the other person.

(For example, the armor of Rogal Dorn and Sanguinius)

Knowledge is the best reward for every Thousand Sons.

"Thank you, my lord, this is truly wonderful."

Amar swallowed hard. "This is far too precious. Far too precious. Brothers Kasgar and Lord Fulgrim, please excuse me for a moment—"

With undisguised strides, Amar plunged headfirst into the entire cabinet full of books.

"Haha, that's Amar for you, always full of thirst for knowledge."

Magnus laughed and said, "Among our Thousand Sons, there are people like that everywhere."

"Now, it's time to get down to business."

Fulgrim stepped forward.

The first transaction involved the trading of books and collectibles from the Sons of the Emperor Expeditionary Fleet.

The vast amount of books, knowledge, and Xenos technology acquired between Byzas and the Corsairs can be traded in Prospero for the various resources needed for the expedition.

Magnus is an expert when it comes to used book recycling.

Another key focus was providing them with the support of Psychic Power Librarian for their 28th Expeditionary Fleet.

Considering Byzas's previous experience, it is very likely that the interference from the Chaos Gods this time will come earlier and be more dangerous.

To ensure that the tragedy of the Third Legion would not be repeated, Kasgar decided to assign a team of Thousand Sons Librarian as advisors to the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, in addition to the Corsairs mercenaries, as a double insurance.

Actually, he originally wanted to integrate Librarian within the Sons of the Emperor organization.

But perhaps it is because of the Fulgrim's pursuit of perfection that Psychic Power awakening has always been a "mutant" situation for humans.

(Actually, Astartes was also a mutant.)

As a result, apart from Kasgar, none of the candidates with Psychic Power talents in the Third Legion could get close to the Third Legion's Gene-seed, and therefore could not hold the position of Legion Librarian.

"Alright, now that everything has been agreed upon..."

"Can I talk to my brother-in-law, the Kasgar brothers, about his Psychic Flame?"

Magnus gave an awkward smile and rubbed his hands together as he spoke.

Of course, Magnus did not object to the fact that what Fulgrim said was all important.

However, some important matters are even more important than others.

"Kasgar brothers, could you demonstrate to me first that flame that can heal everything?"

"Oh, by the way, please stay a little further away from my collection of books, thank you."

Seeing the other party's eager anticipation, Kasgar felt a pang of pity.

It feels like they're making fun of an idiot.

I feel a sense of guilt.

He stood in an open area far from the books, and with a flick of his right hand, a golden-red flame, almost tangible, burned continuously on his right arm.

"Oh!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Wonderful, peculiar!"

"A masterpiece!"

Magnus, like a musician playing classical music, danced with great passion.

"I've seen this kind of flame before, in books! No, in the Warp!"

"Familiar! So familiar! Is this flame from the Warp?"

"Those creatures are generally afraid of it, yes, very afraid of this kind of flame, just like creatures in our real lives are afraid of fire!"

He was so emotional that his words were somewhat broken due to his excessive excitement.

He paced back and forth in front of the Tibetan desk at the top of the Pyramid.

"I remember now!"

"It appeared! It appeared in the spirit realm—"

Well.

Hiss.

He wisely kept quiet.

"Hahaha, what I mean is, no ordinary Psychic Flame can compare to it!"

"Haha, of course."

Kasgar laughed and echoed.

Even Magnus, whom Konrad Curze described as seemingly lacking any social common sense, knew what to say and what not to say at this moment.

Yes, Konrad Curze.

He described Magnus as lacking in social common sense.

Just as Rogal Dorn criticized him for lacking a sense of humor, Magnus really does lack that aspect.

Even if he lacks common sense, he still knows what he should and shouldn't say at this time.

"In that case, let's begin the treatment."

Prospero.

The capital city of Tizca is Biological Laboratory and Dangerous Creature Containment Zone.

"Father."

It was a fleshy ball that was almost unrecognizable as human.

Released after being sealed by the Stasis Field for a long time, his several eyes on the top of his head seemed to be blinking, while the mouthparts on his left and right tentacles were still softly calling Magnus's name.

"My son, you have suffered."

"But believe me, you'll be back to normal very soon!"

Magnus nodded to the other person.

"Friend, let's get started."

"Good."

Kasgar solemnly began to circulate the Psychic Flame in his right hand.

Before him, the Thousand Sons, whose Flesh Change, were like a Chaos Egg.

It really isn't much different from the Chaos Egg anymore.

"There may be some burning pain during the remodeling process, please be patient."

Bear!

"Ah--"

The instant the flames in Kasgar's hand touched the other, an extremely sharp scream emanated from the polymer of flesh and blood.

"Like a melted ice cream, that mass of flesh and blood quickly dissolved and collapsed."

"Hold on!"

Kasgar shouted sharply, the flames in his hand burning even more intensely.

"It really is taking shape!"

Just after the flesh and blood melted away, Astartes' towering figure gradually emerged from where the flesh and blood had once been, as the flames burned it.

It was a success.

Even when the Flesh Change to the point where they are no longer recognizable as human, Kasgar can still bring them back to life and reshape their bodies.

You did it!

"Kasgar! Our Thousand Sons' savior! You really did it!"

Like a child, Magnus clapped loudly in praise of Kasgar's masterpiece.

The former aggregate of flesh and blood, now Astartes before everyone, was filled with disbelief.

"Father! I've been resurrected? What is this—"

"My child, yes! You're back!"

Welcome back to the Thousand Sons Legion!

They hugged each other excitedly.

After thanking Kasgar profusely, he wrapped himself in a loincloth and ran off excitedly.

I hope I won't be mistaken for a pervert and sent back.

Melusine thought to herself.

She was also moved by this miracle of rebirth.

Treating her Withering Sickness is still within the scope of medicine.

This ability to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded is simply breathtaking.

Excited.

I want to study Kasgar.

To study it thoroughly.

For Melusine, there is nothing she cannot study.

However, since they are my benefactors, I'll try to handle this in a slightly more peaceful way.

"Next."

"Next one."

"Wow! What is that?! It scared me to death!"

"Next."

"Are you alright, friend?"

You seem very tired. Do you need to rest for a while?

"It's alright, let's finish this quickly."

Even after undergoing intense fiery reshaping, Kasgar, who had previously awakened again, still felt slightly powerless and dizzy.

This is a sign of weakness caused by the excessive use of Psychic Power in a short period of time.

Repairing mutations like Amar's, where only the skin becomes slightly abnormal, is relatively simple.

But restoring a severely Flesh Change creature back to human form is indeed an extremely difficult task.

"It's almost over. We're just one spot away."

Magnus's smile never left his face.

The gloom that followed the Flesh Change has been swept away today.

"Friend, I really don't know how to thank you."

"Here's what we'll do, my friend. You can make any request, and I'll do my best to fulfill it."

"Is that so? Then Magnus."

Kasgar sighed.

"I hope you can temporarily slow down your research on the Warp, is that alright?"

"Research on slowing down Warp?"

No! No!

Magnus anxiously refuted his proposal.

Anything else is fine.

But this is the only one that won't do!

"My friend, Kasgar, you see, it is because of the power of Psychic Power that you have overcome a disease that was originally insurmountable."

"How can we give up eating because of a minor setback, or stop moving forward because we are afraid of new things?"

Magnus's thoughts at this moment are very easy to understand.

His displeasure was practically written all over his face.

He had no chance of listening to what Kasgar said.

How come you speak like Emperor!

Even though he himself uses Psychic Power so happily and effectively, he always reminds Magnus not to study Psychic Power and not to do this or that!

Too much of a fatherly vibe!

"Well."

Kasgar let out a deep sigh.

This guy is completely immersed in his own world.