Gentle Flame

Outside the door of the Forge Between.

"I really want to know what happens inside."

Standing beside the young Gardinalians, Santo sighed and looked at Aqua Duna, who was still writing and drawing on the parchment.

He was a little bored.

"What's this?"

"A little hobby of the Sons of the Emperor: painting."

As she spoke, Aqua seemed somewhat dissatisfied with her painting skills and tilted the entire canvas to one side.

She didn't want outsiders to see her poor painting skills.

But this was of no use to Company Commander Santo.

His eyes are mechanical and bionic, capable of retaining even the briefest images that have flashed before our eyes.

"Perhaps your level is not high yet, but I can see your outstanding talent."

Santo comforted her.

"The two Grox that are mating are drawn very realistically."

Aqua paused for a moment in response to the compliment.

"Thank you for your encouragement, but I drew Primarch Fulgrim and Commander Kasgar."

"."

"Forget it, I'm not drawing anymore."

Aqua crumpled the parchment into a ball with a displeased expression.

"Sisters Aqua, I didn't mean to—"

"It's not your fault," Aqua said, lowering her voice and switching to the communication system on her helmet. "That Gardinalians acting strange."

Following Aqua's words, they saw the young attendant anxiously waiting for something, his small movements suggesting he was manipulating some kind of instrument.

"What Kasgar said is very likely true; they may very well be planning to assassinate the Primarch."

"Get ready."

The Forge Between, the most sacred place in the eyes of the Iron Hands Legion, erupted with a tremendous explosion at this moment.

The old man's body swelled up rapidly, and countless beams of particle light extended outward from all parts of his body, eventually targeting the Primarch Philus.

The energy in the particle beam's muzzle began to accumulate, and in an instant, all the poisoned needles, blades, and chainsaws on his body were fired at Philus.

Logically speaking, after undergoing numerous weapon tests, the Gardinalians should not have been able to carry out the assassination.

However, all the weapons and equipment on his body were assembled using a unique weapon assembly method developed by Gardinal.

Moreover, it was equipped with the best and most powerful Particle Weapon, Gardinal.

Accompanied by laser beams, powered blades, chainsaw blades, and neurotoxin needles, they burst forth towards the Iron Hands Philus in an instant.

Through advanced genetic modification technology, it was embedded into his own flesh and blood, becoming one with his body, thus successfully passing the Iron Hands's detection device.

Thump!

In that instant, Philus Manus was instantly engulfed by a dazzling white light.

"Protect the Primarch!!!"

Seeing this, Amar of the Thousand Sons Think Tank anxiously activated the spiritual energy within his body.

He couldn't understand why the Terminator Guard, who were supposed to be the Primarch's first line of defense, were frozen in place, motionless.

Sizzle!

His surging Psychic Lightning hurtled toward the crazed Gardinal High Lord.

As a diplomatic envoy capable of independently serving as the 413 Expeditionary Fleet, Amar of the Thousand Sons Think Tank possesses psychic power that is among the best even within the Legion.

His Psychic Power amazed even the Gene-father.

But just as his full-force Psychic Lightning was about to strike his opponent, a pale blue Psychic Power field barrier reduced it to nothingness.

How is that possible!

Instinctively, Amar looked at the other person.

It was the middle-aged man standing behind the High Lord, the Wizard of Gardinal.

He emanated an eerie yet dazzling blue light, causing Amar, who was looking directly at him, to suddenly feel an intense wave of dizziness.

In the next instant, he, like the Terminator Guard, lost consciousness.

They certainly underestimated Gardinal's power.

Not only Ultramarines Chapter Cicero, but also Philus.

No one could have predicted that such a powerful Psyker would exist in the small star system of Gardinal, which consists of only eleven planets.

The Gardinalians's research into Psychic Power went far beyond that of the Iron Hands (and even the Thousand Sons at this time), who believed in the Imperial Truth.

This is the product of genetic enhancement and customization to strengthen Psychic Power, and then through countless generations of breeding and genetic iteration.

Let alone Amar from Qianzi Think Tank.

Even the Primarch himself would be instantly dragged into control for a period of time under such powerful psychic Psychic Power.

In Amar's eyes, everything began to spin.

No longer confined to the gray-black warship, Amar sensed ancient runic Obelisk and Pyramid standing atop the oasis, and felt the murmuring streams.

Prospero.

The capital, Tizca.

Amar remembered this place, from which he had successfully graduated from the most famous university Tizca, and joined the Great Crusade with outstanding grades.

But then, an extremely serious problem began to spread between him and his brother.

Flesh Change.

Amar's mutation was relatively minor; his skin merely became as red and shriveled as that of his Gene-father, Magnus.

No!

That's not all!

Hand!

His hands were shrinking, and at the same time he could feel countless hands reaching out from his eye sockets, under his ribs and chest.

His eyes were always looking, from the highest point of his forehead to the lowest point of his feet, scanning all the knowledge in the world and taking it all in!

Everything about him is constantly changing invisibly.

Amar felt his flesh and blood disintegrating and deforming, constantly changing like the ever-changing Empyrean.

He's about to... he's about to cease to be himself!

Then, Amar felt a warm flame.

"Hey guys, why are you all ignoring me? Am I really that insignificant?"

The flame spoke human language.

"Amar, is that it? Fear of Flesh Change, is that it?"

Who are you?!

He was even more afraid that the secret of the Fifteenth Legion's genetic instability would be leaked.

No, we absolutely cannot let this flame find out about this!

The glory of the Thousand Sons Legion must be won!

Bear!

Intense flames burned his body, instantly freeing him from the illusion.

"Hey, wake up."

Amar opened his eyes and saw the Sons of the Emperor Commander, Kasgar Sherlock, smiling at him from behind his red helmet.

"What's going on? How did I—"

"Don't ask too many questions, and don't go around talking about it."

Suddenly, Kasgar's right hand burst into flames, which extended all the way to the Power Sword in his hand.

The next moment, he leaped forward and slashed at the Wizard of Gardinal.

Seemingly completely unprepared for someone to escape his control, the Wizard panicked for a moment.

But he quickly rallied and tried to repeat his old trick, once again using Psychic Power to control Kasgar.

Invalid.

Under the Warpfire surrounding Kasgar, his mind magic had no effect whatsoever on Kasgar.

What's going on here?!

The Wizard panicked as he watched Kasgar charge straight at him with a flaming greatsword.

Broken!

He had no choice but to close his eyes and conjure Psychic Shield around himself.

And pray that this makeshift shield would be able to withstand the opponent's attack.

Kasgar's full-force attack, fueled by flames, struck the Psychic Shield squarely.

However, unexpectedly, they were unable to advance even an inch further.

Even the burning of Psychic Flame was useless.

A gentle flame.

It only burns and kills those Unliving demons, and heals those whose bodies are affected by the Warp.

However, when it came to attacking, they couldn't even burn through the opponent Wizard's Psychic Shield.

It has no aggressiveness whatsoever.

Very gentle.

Seeing this, Kasgar was also somewhat devastated.

It really has no offensive capabilities whatsoever; it can only be used to burn Chaos evil beings?

He had never really believed the nonsense from the pointy-eared Eldar that he was Asuryan.

But now, looking at the flame in his hand, he had some doubts.

The more impressive the hype in the background, the worse the actual performance.

His Psychic Power perfectly matches all of Asuryan's characteristics.

Kasgar, diagnosed as Asuryan.

Quack!

Emperor protect me, I don't want to be a useless person!

Sizzle!

The next moment, another surge of Psychic Lightning shot out from behind Kasgar, and with his sword strike, it completely shattered the opponent's Psychic Shield!

It's Amar.

Perhaps Kasgar's fighting strength isn't that great.

However, the ability to remove negative debuffs from teammates is already incredibly powerful.

"Kasgar!"

"Never mind them for now, go and help the Primarch!"

Amar shouted urgently.

Primarch?

Kasgar smiled and looked at the Iron Throne shrouded in layers of smoke.

"Friend, she doesn't need my help."

"An ant that overestimates its own strength."

"You have thoroughly angered me, you fools."

Under the continuous bombardment of Gardinal High Lord, the billowing smoke and dust finally dissipated.

What came into view was a pair of metal arms that were flowing like mercury.

And beneath those silver arms, Philus's gloomy and terrifying face.

She had intended to show some mercy to the Gardinalians.

Kindness.

Yes, as the future Warmaster, she should be more merciful.

But why is it that whenever she tries to show even the slightest kindness to the weak, they see her as weak and vulnerable?

If this is the price that kindness must pay, then what is the corresponding reward?

I don't know.

Right now, all she wanted to do was make these two overconfident fools in front of her realize the price of provoking the strong.

Even though the armor on Philus's arms was cracked and broken, the silver-white Iron Hands beneath the broken armor remained intact.

It was as if her Power Armour Iron Hands, rather than the Iron Hands protecting her Power Armour.

Just as Philus underestimated the Psychic Power of the Gardinalians, they also underestimated Philus's fighting prowess.

Especially the terrifying nature of those silver Iron Hands.

The Particle Cannon, capable of piercing through any armor in the world, struck Philus's Iron Hands without causing any damage.

It can be said that, apart from taking advantage of her Iron Hands's inability to react and slit her throat, there is no other way to defeat her.

(It's a shame you can't wear this around your neck, otherwise it would be invincible.)

"How is this possible?! How come you're completely unharmed?"

"Are you a human or a ghost?!"

The two assassins were terrified.

No matter how powerful the particle cannon is, no matter at the molecular level should survive.

However, the creature called the Primarch remained standing there, completely unharmed.

"Die."

Enraged, Philus took action.

She picked up the Power Hammer beside the Iron Throne, a master-crafted piece later given to her by Fulgrim.

In an instant, it charged toward Gardinal High Lord like a cannonball.

Thump!

At this point, the Wizard was already entangled with Kasgar and Amar, leaving the High Lord to face the enraged Iron Hands alone.

This is not a good time.

The first hammer blow from Iron Hands was barely blocked by the energy shield on his body.

But the second shot directly severed his lower body, which was covered by biomechanical components.

"Quick, use your mind magic to control him, help me!"

The High Lord pleaded vehemently for the help of his Wizard teammates.

"No! This guy is too strange! His flames can burn my mind spells, I have no way to deal with him!"

But it seems his teammates aren't bringing good news either.

It's all over.

At this moment, the High Lord felt nothing but bitterness.

Like a maddened mother leopard, Philus, wielding the Breaker of Casts, was slowly approaching the tattered upper body of Gardinal High Lord.

Unable to move, he could only watch in despair as Philus and her hammer drew ever closer to him.

Perhaps, only at this moment could he truly understand how foolish his actions had been.

But it was all too late.

Philus suddenly threw the warhammer aside.

Perhaps feeling that using a hammer wasn't enough to vent his anger, the silver Iron Hands clenched its fists.

In that instant, the liquid metal once again covered the entire arm.

Sigh, is it possible to reconcile?

This is what the High Lord's terrified expression is trying to convey.

His response was nothing but countless iron fists from Iron Hands.

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"There's another assassin outside, Amar. You keep an eye on this Wizard. I'll deal with the guy outside!"

"Good!"

Kasgar quickly turned around, preparing to turn and rush out the door.

However, at that very moment, he noticed something unusual coming from Thousand Sons Librarian.

"Etc!"

"Amar, you—"

Why did your color change?

Not only did their skin stop being dry and shriveled, but its color also became the same as that of normal humans!

"Am I normal now?"

Amar's mutterings were filled with disbelief.

It's Flesh Curse!

It's gone! The Flesh Curse is gone!

When the flames dispelled the illusion, they also removed his Flesh Curse!

Kasgar!

He can break the Flesh Curse of the Thousand Sons Legion!

Amar suppressed his intense urge to take him to Prospero immediately.

If one day I could introduce him to Magnus Gene-father...