Bad News from the Warp

Since that secret meeting, the three brothers have been working diligently to prepare the plan, each according to their assigned tasks.

As originally envisioned, Mordred would be developed according to the needs of the client, namely Malcador, to provide the Assassinorum with multiple modifications, including individual equipment and physical enhancements.

This was the condition for obtaining the Astronomican blueprints, and Mordred certainly wouldn't break his promise. After all, in order to establish the Assassinorum, Malcador had even opened up part of the Imperial Palace treasury, and he himself would feel a little embarrassed if he were to deceive him again.

However, once she actually started working, Mordred realized just how difficult the job was.

Like all clients, Malcador made numerous and difficult demands. What was most infuriating was that he also required the assassin's living skin to display a multicolored black, supposedly to aid in stealth and concealment.

Mordred had no choice; after all, the Client Father had said so, so what could he do but obediently comply?

Fortunately, Master Mordred was incredibly talented. He directly adapted his own Hazardous Environment Combat Suit into a synthetic skin suitable for mortal bodies, and in accordance with Atlas tradition, it was made to be extremely abrasive.

According to Malcador and Mordred's plan, the Assassinorum will be divided into Six Great Sanctuaries: Calidus specializes in stealth and backstabs, Culexus specializes in Psychic Power skills, Vindicare specializes in long-range sniping, and Eversor specializes in mass killings.

These four temples are collectively known as the Four Great Constables, and they are field agents specifically used for external combat. Below them are the Venom Temple, who is covered in poison and Apothecary, and the Vannus Temple, who is good at opening boxes and specializes in human flesh search.

Due to Mordred's personal reasons, although he was given the title of Grand Master of the Assassinorum by Malcador, he was unwilling to work and preferred to indulge in his blasphemous research.

This is precisely why Malcador chose Mordred. On one hand, although Mordred is the Primarch, he is more like a partner of the Emperor. On the other hand, it's because Mordred is a very reliable and trustworthy person!

While being lazy and complacent might not sound like a virtue, when paired with the title of Warmaster, it becomes the best virtue.

While Mordred transformed into a biological Big Mek, designing a modification plan for the Assassinorum, Dorn and Magnus were also busy.

Using the blueprints for the Astronomican, the two conducted an on-site investigation and, relying on the powerful information processing capabilities of the Primarch, managed to replicate an ultra-miniature Astronomican on the Terra Wasteland at the same scale.

But compared to this achievement, Magnus's transformation was far more significant.

Every day at sunrise, the on-duty Custodes would see a muscular figure, Roboute Guilliman, running freely in the morning sun carrying a large quantity of Canned One tomatoes.

Moreover, as time went on, Magnus, who was already considered enormous among Primarchs, became dissatisfied with the weight of Leman Russ and gradually increased the weight layer by layer.

They even brought in a tow truck, loaded a Titan onto it, and had it flexing its muscles there every day. This got so bad that the Emperor even came out of the Webway, wanting to see what his red-skinned son was up to.

Upon seeing the suddenly appearing Emperor, dressed only in a loincloth, his body covered in essential oils that shimmered in the sunlight, Magnus, who was showing off his pectoral muscles to the crowd, immediately went to greet him:

"Father, look at my strong and pure body. How about it? Aren't you envious?"

The Emperor felt no envy whatsoever, only anger. Magnus was part of his backup plan, someone who could replace him.

He became a candidate to take that position and guard the Webway.

Before he could even utter a reprimand, the one-eyed, Sunburned Ogryn was suddenly filled with spiritual light and forcefully lifted the 20-meter-tall Reaper-class Titan.

This move immediately drew cheers from the crowd, who shouted "Long live the Crimson King!" Some of the more treacherous Adeptus Custodes even took the opportunity to step forward and stroke his firm, iron-like muscles.

Three large men, dressed in very little clothing, were particularly lewd. Seeing the Emperor's surprised expression, Magnus looked smug. So what if he was the First Returned Son? You, Horus, are just a nobody by the roadside. Only he himself is his father's proudest son.

He had been on the wrong path all along; how could those so-called witchcraft compare to his resilient body, forged through countless trials? This was the legendary path that Magnus was meant to walk.

Even if it can't last forever!

As expected, when Magnus put down the Titan, the Emperor immediately went over to examine him, but no matter how he looked at him, he couldn't find anything different about Magnus than before.

"No need to look, Father. I've chosen a path that suits me better. It's time for you to grow up too. Stop acting like a child and disappearing every day. It makes things difficult for us."

According to the training plan, I must move on to the next subject: Power of Muscle, I command you to emerge!

"Kids, the goal of this training session is to run a lap around the equator. Come on, follow me!"

"Charge!"

In an instant, Magnus, with the Golden Giant looking on in disbelief, strode off at an exaggerated speed and disappeared into the distance.

Was I being mocked by him?

Well of Eternity, countless Tzeentch Greater Daemon trembled in fear. Once arrogant and invincible, they were now consumed by terror and lacked even the courage to look ahead.

With a scream, the Greater Daemon was thrown into the well by Tzeentch, but after waiting and waiting, nothing emerged from the water.

More and more Daemon disappeared one after another, but no matter how many were sent, not a single demon crawled out of the well.

Back then, although Tzeentch knew everything about the past and present, he couldn't perfectly foresee the future, which greatly annoyed him.

To overcome this shortcoming, he came to the Well of Eternity, located at the center of reality, hoping to gain the ability to see the future; however, he dared not jump in himself.

After all, if one could completely foresee the future, then there would be no change whatsoever.

No Chaos God is willing to complete itself; Khorne loves killing but is unwilling to bear the consequences; Nurgle rejects death and is unwilling to reincarnate; Slaanesh pursues unrestrained desires but is never satisfied.

So this old cunning man tricked and coaxed his subordinates, the Lord of Change, into the well one by one, but none of them returned until Carlos appeared.

Even among the Lord of Change, Carlos is an extremely special one. He was extremely lucky to "accidentally fall into the water." Although he aged rapidly and went mad, he also benefited from the misfortune by growing a bird head that could see into the future.

With Mordred's lavish spending, Tzeentch completely lost his Daemon prophet. But even when the universe is destroyed, three mouths will remain in the void, one of which will utter the words, "This was all part of the plan!"

Even without Carlos, there's still Magnus. Tzeentch will never admit defeat; he has a backup plan no matter what.

Even following the Winning Principle, Carlos was fed to Mordred, who would never let go of her Eternal Chosen.

Thinking of this, the blue slime suddenly wanted to observe how Magnus was doing.

Through that deal, Tzeentch's power easily permeated the Material Universe, instantly transforming into a tiny Pink Horror just as this little thing was preparing to observe according to its god's instructions, a swift, crimson elbow strike pierced its eye.

"Where did this cheap carb come from, daring to ruin my well-built muscles? Get out!"

The Pink Demon was almost shattered by Magnus's elbow, but fortunately, Magnus was asleep and had no idea that something was watching him.

After years of training, Tzeentch probably knows this Magic Little Pony better than the Emperor, and Pinkie Pie noticed his difference at just one glance.

Looking at Magnus, who was sleeping soundly in bed with a large tub of protein powder on the table, it noticed that the guy looked much more robust than before.

But an order is an order. As an extension of the Chaos God's will, the Pink Demon obeys the will of its own god. Its birth stems from Tzeentch's spying on Magnus.

Without hesitation, the little creature leaped into Magnus's dream, determined to fulfill its mission within the dream world.

Looking at the endless expanse of yellow sand before it, the Pink Demon knew that this was the scene in Prospero. It had once been summoned there as a little elf, where the humans were very easy to fool.

But Prospero is different today. In the capital city of Tizca, countless scholars cheered and used their incredibly strong biceps to engage in a physical and intellectual discussion.

The most eye-catching of them all is the Crimson Giant standing on the high platform, striking various muscular poses.

The Pink Devil thought it must be dreaming—no! It was dreaming right now, but why was that bookish Magnus looking like this?

Perhaps due to its weak strength, the Pink Demon was able to hide well in the dream, but the more it observed it, the more eerie it felt.

Especially when it saw Magnus teaching everyone to arm their bodies with Psychic Power and smash the enemy's skull with his muscles, the eerie contrast made it wonder if it had come to the wrong place.

Even in chaos, a Hymn of Loyalty can be composed. In order to deliver the message as quickly as possible, this pink demon did not hesitate to sacrifice itself to escape, snapping its own neck with a snap.

As it was resurrected and banished back to the Warp, the Daemon roared:

"Master, something terrible has happened! Magnus has been corrupted by the Khorne!"

"Um?"