Magnus! The Ship to Nicaea Is Ready!

"Father, I have discovered a lost technology—an ancient technological product left behind by a lost civilization—these creations were discovered in Prospero when I was studying the appearance of the Soul-devouring Bees and their habitats in the Warp."

"They can actually be used as channels for safer faster-than-light travel in the future."

"Its name Webway, that's right, it's Webway!"

"If we have the opportunity to warp in this way in the future, we will no longer be disturbed by Warp Storm, and our future will be unimpeded!"

It was after the celebration of the victory at Ullanor that Magnus, who had come to the venue, stopped the Emperor by chance and reported his accidental discovery.

Magnus was very pleased with this.

He knew how astonishing his discovery would be, and he also knew that after such a great discovery, the Emperor would surely change his attitude of disgust and turn to support Magnus in continuing to explore the mysterious Warp, to obtain more lost knowledge and truth, so as to better benefit human society.

But in fact, the Emperor already knew.

So that's what it was about. Magnus's information network is really poor.

"My child, the reason I left the Great Crusade this time is precisely because of this."

"The day of the next Warp Storm is approaching, and if we do not have a better strategy to deal with it, we will repeat the fate of the Dark Age of Technology."

"I will return to Terra to repair the ancient Webway facilities located there. If all goes well, we will see each other again soon."

(Actually, even if things don't go smoothly, we can still meet again soon.)

"You already knew about the existence of the Webway? And you even have the ability to repair it!?"

This greatly piqued Magnus's curiosity.

Imagine if Magnus could help the Emperor repair the Webway, demonstrating Magnus powerful Psychic Power abilities to fix the Webway equipment. The Emperor would surely understand that he is capable of controlling Psychic Power and can provide crucial assistance to Magnus.

(Actually, the one who delivered the crucial blow)

"Father, I can help you."

--help.

The Emperor paused for a moment when he heard Magnus say that.

For a moment, even he didn't know.

Magnus said he wanted to help the Emperor repair the Webway, which is tantamount to saying

— Magnus is coming to cause trouble!

(Visions in Psychic Power prophecy)

"Huh, why are there some small blue things here in the Webway? No matter how much Psychic Power energy I apply, I can't get rid of them?"

"What happened?"

"Ah, whatever! Anyway, this Webway is pretty tough. If I can easily break through it—"

Boom!

Magnus lost control, and the burst of Psychic Power energy pierced through the entire Webway from the inside out.

Only an Emperor, covered in dust and grime from the explosion (the rest of the scientists were all killed), was left to face the endless stream of demons emerging from the Webway.

"Magnus!!!"

"You idiot!!!"

"What have you been doing!!!"

Emperor: "."

He didn't want that to happen.

He didn't want this troublemaker to return to Terra with him.

The best-case scenario is that this guy stays alone in Prospero and doesn't go anywhere else.

If the Golden Throne really has a problem, then call him over to be the new toilet plunger.

—This was the Emperor's career plan for Magnus.

Although it sounds cruel, it does indeed reflect his abilities.

He's only fit for this job.

"Magnus, Leman Russ and I have reported that your legions have once again experienced Flesh Change, and he suspects that you are still using witchcraft that you should not be involved in."

That was before the Battle of Ullanor, when the Thousand Sons Legion was fighting in a joint operation with the Space Wolves Legion and the Word Bearers.

During this operation, the Space Marine of the Thousand Sons Legion and the Space Wolves clashed in an attempt to preserve the books in the civilization's library.

One of the Thousand Sons Sorcerer, who was casting a spell, suddenly underwent Flesh Change, which terrified Leman Russ.

In his view, the reappearance of this Flesh Change, which had been absent from the Thousand Sons Legion for so long, meant that Magnus was definitely up to his Wizard tricks again.

These Thousand Sons Sorcerer went astray, either because Magnus turned a blind eye and indulged them, or because Magnus himself led the way in practicing witchcraft.

Magnus himself is certainly involved in this.

Well!

These Thousand Sons are really something.

Why can't they learn from the Runepriest of the Space Wolves and use the power of nature?

With this mix of dissatisfaction and concern, Leman Russ chose to contact the Emperor and report the matter.

"Father! This situation is only a low-probability event, and I am confident that I have not done anything harmful to the Imperium of Man. I can guarantee that."

"I'm not blaming you, Magnus, but I want you to know, even if I'm not."

"The energy of the Warp will always subtly change your perception of things. Often, without you even realizing it, your own thinking has already begun to tilt in a dangerous direction, and ultimately..."

"Psychic Power is always an unstable form of energy, and I hope that one day you will—"

The Emperor patiently corrected him.

He knew that his child had developed some problems with his thinking due to spending too much time immersed in Psychic Power knowledge.

But clearly Magnus wouldn't listen.

If he listened to that, would he still be Magnus?

Back to the present.

The Vortex Chamber is located at the base of the Imperial Palace's corona spire.

This is where Malcador practiced and came to understand those obscure Warp powers.

He was sitting on a basalt throne, a naturally hexagonal stone structure inlaid with countless gems and carved with a network of runes that would make any ordinary person dizzy at a glance.

This is an artifact from the Old Terra era, a gift presented to Malcador by the Emperor.

In this simple meditation room, Malcador had nothing else—except for the news he had just learned, which he almost doubted he had misheard.

"Emergency Star Message: 'Magnus worships the Weaver of Fates Carlos, as the Imperial Two-Headed Eagle.'"

What is this thing?

He was stunned for a moment.

Even though Malcador was Perpetual, he never imagined that the joke, "From afar, it looks like Aquila; up close, it looks like Carlos," which was only used as a joke between him and the Emperor, would actually appear in the real world.

And they actually believed the Tzeentch Daemon's lies, unaware of the extent of their corruption.

Hiss.

Like any normal human who had spent three seconds with Magnus, Malcador began to have a headache.

The must-have pony's passive skill is the Headache Aura.

It can raise the blood pressure and give anyone who sees what he does a headache.

How was he supposed to report this to the Emperor?

If that old fellow finds out, will Magnus even be left with a whole corpse?

[Notify the Emperor: Come to Nikaea immediately and capture Magnus!]

Really.

It should have been done a long time ago.

As a fellow Psyker, Malcador didn't want Magnus to continue showcasing his "Psychic Power talents" around the world.

This guy is really tarnishing the reputation of us Psychic Power users.

Seeing the growing misunderstanding of Psychic Power within the Imperium due to Magnus's foolishness, with some of the blame even directed at him, Malcador.

He felt extremely helpless about this.

Malcador sighed, picked up the scepter that was placed aside, and walked out of the meditation room following the rhythmic sound of it striking the ground.

"Pack your things and get ready to head to Nikaea."

He's managed to clean up Interes' mess.

Magnus did do something good, though – at least he pointed out that the Cainblach had once worshipped Chaos and that there was a risk of it being corrupted.

In response, Kasgar turned against Magnus.

After this point was pointed out, Interes lost the initiative in the subsequent negotiations—after all, no one knows whether it will implode again as a beacon of Chaos, and what if this happens again in the future?

Moreover, after the Kasgar revealed the Centaur Spirit, they also won the faith of a large number of Interes people—who firmly believed that the Centaur Spirit was the god who had once guided them to Interes.

To combat the Chaos Daemons, they must unite and Chaos alongside the Centaur Spirit, the Imperium of Man, to stop the demonic forces from invading the real world.

While the requirements are somewhat demanding, they are understandable given the impending large-scale Chaos invasion.

However, on the surface, the Imperium of Man still believes in the Imperial Truth, at least on the surface.

As the Great Crusade continues to expand outwards, and more and more monsters and demons reveal their true colors as they move further away from the light of the Astronomican, even the most eloquent preachers of the Imperial Truth become of no use.

Although there is still a long way to go before the two sides can finalize the terms, at least for now, Fulgrim can leave and leave the rest to the Imperial Army and bureaucrats.

This makes negotiating terms much easier.

"—Finally, there's that Nemesis Blade."

Kasgar has never forgotten the purpose of his visit to Interes.

"Magnus, give me that Nemesis Blade. Such an extremely dangerous thing should not remain in the world, not even as a museum exhibit."

"Evil objects tainted by the power of Chaos must be destroyed!"

Seeing Kasgar's resolute expression, Magnus could no longer argue. Even though he was very curious about how this power of nemesis was achieved, he had no choice but to hand over the Nemesis Blade to Kasgar and let him handle it.

Bear!

After the Kasgar Psychic Flame burned for a long time, and after the theater troupe and the Metzy musicians had to summon the Centaur Spirit along the way.

Finally, the Nemesis Blade was completely torn apart by the Centaur's golden javelin, becoming scrap metal devoid of any Psychic Power.

"Without the Nemesis Blade, there shouldn't be any major problems in the future."

Seeing that his Nemesis Blade had completely disappeared, Kasgar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

By the way, the medzio musician.

Just before the Sons of the Emperor's fleet was about to leave Interes, some of the Mettrie musicians decided to board the Pride of the Emperor and join them on their interstellar journey.

Together they played the "Centaur gold ring".

With the addition of the arias by the melody of the melody player, the faith power generated by their Centaur gold ring will be even stronger, and the summoned Centaur will be larger and more golden.

A huge, golden Centaur!

With the newly enhanced Centaur gold ring, the Pride of the Emperor began its journey towards the planet Nikaea, bathed in a sea of light.

Nikaea is a world that is still in its geological early stages.

The clouds completely obscured the surface of the earth, and the geological structure was still in a phase of continuous pyroclastic eruptions and storms.

A murky cloud of compounds obscured the ground, interspersed with volcanic embers and brown lightning.

This is a brand new world, and its landscape has not yet fully taken shape.

The task of constructing a world large enough to accommodate the importance of the meeting was entrusted to the Iron Lord, Perturabo.

The meeting hall he meticulously crafted was originally designed as an arena for competitive events, but the Emperor later converted it for his own use.

The conference hall was built inside a hollowed-out layered volcano in Nikaea, with a huge amphitheater carved out from its center.

After all, for the sake of secrecy, the Emperor only told Mortarion, who hated Psyker the most, about the Council of Nicaea.

What Perturabo?

He's just an insignificant contractor; we don't need to worry about him.

The Emperor has the highest expectations for you, Mortarion; the key speeches at the entire Council of Nicaea were all focused on you, Mortalian.

Soon after, as the Emperor was about to convene in Nikaea to decide on the next steps for the Librarian and Psyker, Primarch from all over the Imperial World naturally descended upon this newly born land of Nikaea to attend the meeting.

Among the Primarch who had arrived before the meeting were Leman Russ the Wolf King, Mortarion the Pale Lord, Angel Sanguinius Angel, Rogal Dorn the Imperial Fists, and Warmaster Fulgrim.

They all led small squads composed of their trusted followers to Nikaea.

Hundreds of people were also present, along with bureaucrats from all levels of the Imperium administration and members of the Expeditionary Fleet, as well as the two components of the Imperial Talons — the Sisters of Silence and the Adeptus Custodes —in case Magnus suddenly attacked or injured anyone during the meeting.

Many more Primarch who were unable to attend in person participated in the meeting by sending their Chief Librarian or by directly casting their votes.

This was also a rare occurrence for the Emperor, who set aside his work repairing the Webway in Terra Palace to come here and co-chair the meeting with Malcador the Sigilite.

After all, Magnus has really messed up this time.

You've gone too far, kid.

Of course, Magnus himself was unaware of all this.

At this moment, he was leisurely riding the Stormbird towards the surface of Nikaea.

"How much longer until we land? The pilot? I guess not long, right?"

"Yes, sir. We will land in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?! I can guide us to land in less than half the time!"

Magnus shouted, glaring at the reclining driver, who trembled with fear.

Fortunately, it was just him joking and pretending to be angry; he laughed shortly after yelling.

Magnus patted the Navigator on the shoulder with a Radiance palm, causing him to twitch involuntarily.

"Ah, don't mind Innovens."

Magnus said, "I just can't wait to see my father again. Haha, you did a great job, my friend!"

"Yes, thank you, sir."

"Begin descent," the pilot said, swallowing hard. "Approaching ground. Landing plan confirmed. Accept remote control signal and relinquish control."

The Emperor's location is heavily guarded, and any fighter jet that dares to approach the Emperor's location must hand over control to the Imperial Adeptus Custodes forces on the surface before it gets close enough to be attacked.

The land of Nikaea is sharply defined, with large amounts of soil and rocks scattered everywhere due to volcanic eruptions.

The cobalt blue surface displays perfect patterns formed by geological movements, surrounded by ripples created during their formation. Giant cubes stand side by side on the stepped volcanic plain, forming various randomly generated yet aesthetically pleasing spiral patterns.

"Unparalleled".

Magnus seemed to be enjoying the world around him. He closed his eyes, spread his arms, and spoke softly.

"This is the birth of a world. It is the order of the universe described by the laws of nature. It is my father's style to make this place the place where we Psyker will rise in the future."

"He knows I can understand. This is a reflection of my early experiences in the world."

He was filled with an intoxicating sense of pride.

Their destination was a mountain range rising steeply from the compression of the land, and in the center of that mountain range was a magnificent, meticulously crafted amphitheater.

"The throne, it is truly magnificent."

Magnus spoke in his intoxicated voice.

"A force capable of traversing the galaxy, holding the hearts of the entire Imperium together with a dream of unity. The master we serve is so great that I feel deeply humbled."

Unfortunately, Magnus was unaware of the true feelings of the owner of that power as he waited for him in the hall.

Unfortunately, thanks to the Adeptus Custodes's operation, Magnus Stormbird landed successfully.

It is currently unknown how many members of the Adeptus Custodes advocated for crashing the Stormbird directly into the volcano.

But in the end, the crimson Magnus emerged from the Stormbird, walked down the plane to meet the two rows of Space Marine companies, and took a deep breath of the primal air of Nikaea.

Two giant figures emerged from the volcano, walking side by side. One of them was clad in magnificent purple-gold armor, his white hair dazzling and held up by a silver headband. His flowing shoulder armor and wide, gold-and-red cloak clearly indicated his identity.

Another figure wore crimson armor. What was striking was a pair of pure white wings behind her, adorned with delicate silver chains and mother-of-pearl pendants, seemingly a gift and decoration from the Blood Angels.

Her face, framed by long, jet-black hair, was noble and holy, much like the countless marble statues guarding the Imperium palace.

(Angel are all different, and their hair color will change depending on who they are looking at. Magnus seeing her with black hair is the official setting.)

They were personally greeted by two of the most beautiful Primarch of the Imperium of Man, Fulgrim and Sanguinius.

(Of course, this is not to say that Philus Manus is not beautiful, but compared to these two sisters, she does not seem to put her energy into such things.)

This is enough to demonstrate the Emperor's high regard for Magnus.

He was feeling rather smug.

He was flattered by the grand reception he received upon arriving in Nikaea.

Even Fulgrim, who was now a Warmaster of the Imperium, came to personally greet him (actually to escort him), and Magnus couldn't help but imagine the flowers and applause he would soon receive.

Is it the matter of the Webway that he mentioned to the Emperor last time?

Magnus suddenly realized.

This wasn't actually his discovery; it was the Spirit of the Two-Headed Eagle —no, now we should say the bad guy Carlos— who told him.

Although the Warp spirit named Carlos was untrustworthy, according to the Kasgar and Interes, it still revealed a lot of useful information to them!

Moreover, it also states in its prophecy that the Emperor's Webway will achieve a major breakthrough with the help of Magnus (meaningful)!

Thinking about it that way, it probably isn't.

After all, the prophecy hasn't come true yet.

What was the reason for this? Was it because their Psyker Librarian played such a crucial role in the Great Crusade that the Emperor took the initiative to offer them a reward?

Very likely!

Hehehehehe.

Magnus went to greet him in high spirits.

Behind the two Primarch stood the two sisters' most trusted lieutenants— Kasgar stood to Fulgrim's left, his red helmet covering his entire face, making it impossible for Magnus to see his expression.

Beside Sanguinius was Raldoron, the Company Commander Blood Angels.

Although it is unknown how he defeated Azcalon and seized the position next to the Primarch.

But he managed to snatch it.

After Magnus disembarked from the plane, the two Primarch exchanged a glance, and then, with genuine joy (or at least apparent joy), they smiled and approached Magnus.

"Ah, it's been a long time, Sanguinius."

Magnus smiled and bowed slightly, "And, we meet again, Fulgrim."

Magnus was confident that he had helped Fulgrim during his time at Interes.

Although some undesirable situations occurred along the way.

Ultimately, however, he did help Fulgrim and his Weaver of Fates Carlos defeat the evil Warp Entity known as Carlos the Fateweaver.

As for why evil exists, and how the specific "help" is provided... well, let's not ask that yet.

After Magnus greeted the two Primarch, Magnus turned to Ahriman beside him and said, "Sisters Sanguinius, allow me to introduce my Chief Librarian, Azeck Ahriman."

"I have heard of your deeds, Azeck Ahriman," Sanguinius said, nodding slightly at Ahriman. Ahriman could sense that her seemingly gentle eyes did not hold the kindness that was rumored. "You are also quite famous outside the Thousand Sons Legion."

"My lord," Ahriman replied humbly, "I will serve the Emperor and the Legion to the best of my ability."

"Well then," said Fulgrim, "Today looks set to be very significant, brother, shall we set off?"

As the perfect Primarch, she was very careful about her choice of words.

"Of course," Magnus said. "I'm really looking forward to it."

"We are all like that."

The winding tunnel continued to ascend, and they were nearing the summit.

The light on the pristine white walls shone even brighter, this extra brightness coming from a vaulted foyer where the basalt walls were as smooth as a mirror. There, Servitor carrying food and drinks awaited their arrival, and cushioned sofas lined the walls.

"This is the private rest room for later," Sanguinius said with a smile.

During this ascent, the three Primarch spoke of past battles, glories, and experiences, but only within the safe zones of those bygone memories.

Any possibility that might have steered their conversation toward the meeting was subtly and skillfully deflected by Fulgrim and Sanguinius.

What are these guys hiding?!

Ahriman thought to himself.

He looked at Raldoron in front of him and Kasgar and his legion of soldiers behind him.

They were less like honor guards and more like jailers escorting prisoners.

Ahriman: "."

He is letting out a silent scream.

Doesn't Magnus think this is a big problem?

Was he overthinking it, or Primarch Magnus really such an idiot that he couldn't even see such an obvious problem?

Both options seem terrible!

Ahriman's head was covered in sweat.

"We're here, brother. It's behind this door."

With that, Fulgrim and Sanguinius pushed open the heavy bronze door.

This is a magnificent hall carved out of the steep rock face of a volcano.

Before Magnus even entered, thousands of figures were already seated on the black benches, looking down at the crowd. Most of them were high-ranking Imperium officials in long robes, but there were also some Astartes among them.

The floor of this amphitheater is made of polished black marble, inlaid with a huge golden eagle.

He knew everyone sitting in the front row.

Prime Minister Malcador, Captain-General Valdor, and General Kelborha, the Fabricator-General of Mars—these were the bureaucrats of the Imperium.

At the bottom level of the amphitheater, numerous private boxes are suspended.

Each figure sat upright among them, but when looking at them, it was impossible to focus one's attention on them, and it was difficult to discern their height, body shape, or other physical characteristics.

Only numerous dim reflections, filled with distorted light.

Although there must have been people sitting in those private rooms, their figures were almost indistinguishable due to some kind of technological obscuring.

False face.

A covert concealment technique for maintaining one's identity in public.

Is it really necessary to use these things at a victory celebration banquet?

Magnus was puzzled, and he soon realized something was wrong, just as Ahriman had given up hope.

Hiss.

Something's not quite right!

This was far too dull for a ceremony similar to Ullanor.

Even Magnus's brain noticed something was wrong.

Thump!

Suddenly, the bronze gate behind him slammed shut with a dull thud.

A moment of darkness engulfed Magnus.

Now, all he can feel is the Golden Light shooting straight towards him.

What did you do?

Magnus looked around, somewhat bewildered.

Finally, his gaze fell on the high platform at the very front.

The source of this Golden Light, the golden giant with a claw in one hand and a sword in the other, was now looking coldly at Magnus, who was being led forward by Fulgrim and Sanguinius.

"The trial begins."

Shocking! The Emperor's Webway will achieve a major breakthrough with Magnus's help!

—Sounds of Warp