I am Magnus

"Little Ma, you've lost your nerve. I've told you so many times not to use technology, not to use technology, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened!"

"Bullshit! What nonsense are you spouting? I'm all natural!"

Magnus, who was gorging on ice cream, looked displeased. Although he secretly used Psychic Power to increase his dimensions and liked to use hormones in conjunction with it, could fitness really be called technology?

Besides, everyone knows that I, Magnus, am naturally big. One day of my training is equivalent to one day of someone else's training. I also do serious bodybuilding, okay!

"Second Brother, if you have nothing to say, stop babbling and come over here to see what's wrong. I feel like I'm getting thinner and thinner."

Magnus was right. Ever since his muscles started atrophying half an hour ago, his whole body had been shrinking rapidly. Now he was as skinny dog as Mortarion, and even his size was gradually decreasing.

It's worth noting that Magnus was called the One-Eyed Sunburned Ogryn because it was so red, so big, and had only one eye; it stood there like a wall, even taller than the Contemptor Dreadnought.

Now, Little Pony has shrunk from the original Contemptor Dreadnought to a Sentinels mech, and even his skin has started to fade, changing from crimson to magenta.

If this goes on, maybe you could cosplay as a Kamen Rider just by grabbing a belt.

That being said, Mordred wasn't some Mongolian veterinarian who could determine pregnancy with just a glance. He believed in science and could only conduct investigations through blood tests, physical examinations, and other methods.

"Don't panic. Let me give you some nutrient solution first, and let me do some testing. I want to see what's going on."

"Then hurry up! I feel my strength draining away like crazy, like someone is stealing my muscles."

Mordred nodded and immediately began connecting to Icarus, instructing the Abomination mecha girl to start overclocking.

Meanwhile, in the Khorne's Daemon World Khorne, ten thousand years later, two figures, one large and one small, were lying obediently in front of the Brass Throne.

Even the Bloodthirsty Demon who should have been killing them all stopped fighting, and everyone was staring at the two figures, commenting on them:

"Is this Angron?"

"That's not right, I remember Angron should have a Primarch Wetware!"

A Bloodthirsty Demon resembling a Tyrannosaurus Rex pushed through the crowd, its long tail darting out before everyone's eyes, and tapped the burly, red-skinned Han Dynasty.

"No, this isn't Angron, this is Magnus, and next to him is Ahriman. That kid even conspired with Kāyān to deceive me. If I hadn't run fast, I probably would have been captured by that unlucky thing and stuffed into a card as a slave."

But then again, I really like his muscles.

"Indeed! His muscles are so dry they're practically skewered. How did he train like that? Could it be that he really just Sunburned Ogryn one eye?"

Hearing the comments about him, Magnus was enraged. Despite his aching body, he reached out and grabbed the head of the Bloodthirsty Demon.

"I'm not Ogryn, I'm Magnus Crimson King."

With a soft "poof," the Greater Daemon's skull, as hard as Adamantium, shattered instantly beneath those crimson palms, drawing cheers from the Khorne atop the Brass Throne.

"Good! I never thought that after ten thousand years, I would be able to gain another capable assistant. That brain-dead Tzeentch, such a good warrior, was actually dragged away to play with witchcraft. It's a complete waste of his talent."

I Khorne, am the Lord of Destiny! As for you?

Blood God looked at the buy-one-get-one-free Ahriman and, through the Sea of Souls, spotted the blue slime monster using Ahriman as a camera to spy on the Outside World.

He immediately waved his hand, grabbing Ahriman and pulling him over Crimson Fury surged up, erasing the Curiosity Mark on Professor A's body and turning him from blue to red, giving him a large, happy-looking skin.

Ahriman, held in the hands of the Chaos God, dared not utter a word and could only serve as a bracelet, Khorne and played with by Khorne.

Of course, Ahriman could be easily manipulated by Khorne, but Magnus was different; after all, he was the Primarch and a lesser god in terms of rank.

When Horus became senile, it was because the Four Gods worked together. It was said that the corruption lasted for seven days, but in reality, many years may have passed in the conscious world.

If it were just an empty shell, that would be fine, but in Khorne's eyes, Magnus had regained its essence, albeit very weakly, but it was a creation from nothing. Such a sure-fire deal was a double blessing!

"Magnus, I'm giving you a chance to switch allegiance. Repeat after me: 'Blood for the Blood God, Offer Skulls to the Throne!' If you agree, I'll take you as my adopted son."

The Cursed doesn't want you anymore, neither does Tzeentch. You have nowhere to turn. Make your choice!

However, Khorne's recruitment provoked Magnus's fury. Despite his excruciating pain, as if countless ants were crawling in his veins, Magnus stood up, pointed at Khorne's nose, and roared:

"Hey! You want me to acknowledge you as my father? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Not only do you have a dog's head, but you're also wearing a Red Scarf."

No one can judge me, I am Magnus, the Crimson King!

"Blood for the Blood God!"

"I am Magnus!"

"Speak of Blood for the Blood God!"

"I am Magnus!"

This scene reminded Khorne of a stubborn, foul-smelling rock, which was exactly the same. Enraged, he immediately waved his hand and threw Magnus into the Red Sand Sea where he had once imprisoned Dorn.

However, what no one noticed was that as Magnus was locked in the dark room, a touch of emerald green remained in the Khorne's Daemon World.

The invisible struggle continues. In the desolate, lifeless desert, Magnus, accompanied only by white bones, is trapped in the red sand desert, isolated from Tzeentch and from everything else, with only the whispers in his ear remaining eternal.

Magnus walked with difficulty across the red sand, his mind blank and his eyes vacant. He thought of many things, of the curiosity he felt when he first Opened Eyes in Prospero, and of the joy he felt when he first communicated with the Emperor.

Of all the rebellious Primarchs, Magnus was perhaps the most innocent and also the most hateful.

To say he was innocent means that he never intended to betray the party, and even after the Council of Nicaea ended, he simply retreated to Prospero and became a recluse.

Upon discovering the Warmaster's betrayal, they immediately used Psychic Power projection to find Horus and try to persuade him. Then they heard Horus, already stuffed like a puff pastry, spouting his earth-shattering ravings. "I will make the Emperor my Mother Goddess and establish Pantheon."

Honestly, if Horus had given any other reason, even something as power-hungry, Magnus could have understood. But the idea of kidnapping the Emperor to be Star Slaves and creating humans in a cage is something that truly terrifies Magnus.

What is hateful is the astonishing wisdom Magnus displayed after being terrified.

The important thing about this extraordinary wisdom is not the wisdom itself, but the extraordinary nature of it. Knowing that the Star Language was blocked, the magical pony, who had already developed a path dependency, did not think of sending someone to report it, but instead dialed the Psychic Power phone.

Although the human Webway created by the Emperor was a shoddy project, even with Magnus's power, he couldn't Webway by making a Psychic Power phone call. All of this was orchestrated by the Four Gods behind the scenes.

Regardless of the circumstances, with this Psychic Power phone call, Magnus is now guaranteed to be the MVP of the Great Heresy.

The Space Wolves have attacked, Burning of Prospero, the spine has been broken, and the Primarch of the Ascended Demons has been created—the outcome is now a foregone conclusion.

The more he thought about it, the more painful it became. In this desolate and deserted world, Magnus, accompanied only by the red sand, stopped and, guided by some unseen force, came to a stone wall.

Despite the severe weathering, Magnus was still able to recognize the writing on the stone wall, which was written by his brother Rogal Dorn.

The densely packed handwriting described all the escape plans that Dorn had tested, but without exception, they all ended in failure. The fierce battle of the Siege of Terra had made Dorn restless and uneasy, and this small oversight allowed the Chaos God to take advantage of the situation.

The moment Dorn boarded the Vengeful Spirit, Dorn consciousness was dragged to this desert and imprisoned for 400 years. Now, Magnus is experiencing the same treatment.

What's worse is that Dorn's consciousness was imprisoned; as long as he held on, he would eventually return to reality. Magnus, on the other hand, was completely thrown into the litter box.

Magnus, leaning against the wall, had cracked lips with a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Since ascending to demonhood, he hadn't felt this weak and powerless for countless years.

"Damn Guilliman, was this all part of your plan? You actually conspired with Khorne to set me up!"

Recalling Guilliman's bizarre Khorne appearance that day, Magnus was certain that this must be a conspiracy by Guilliman, and it was utterly despicable.

As for whether he suspected it was just a coincidence, Magnus certainly didn't believe it, and the more he recalled it, the more terrifying it became.

The reason I was Tzeentch was because of the Flesh Change. Apart from the First Legion, the other legions all had mutations to varying degrees.

For example, the Fourth Legion members are dull, short, and fat, and are particularly prone to physical disabilities; the Fifth Legion are hyperactive, and in severe cases, they can even fall into bullet time.

The Night Lords's passive prophecy, the Blood Angels's Bloodlust, the Imperial Fists's inability to feign death and vomit acid, Fenris's lack of wolves, and the Raven Guard's Bloodlust Berserk—basically every legion has problems.

The mutation of your Ultramarines is an enhanced regenerative ability.

Considering the Ultramarines' inaction during the Great Crusade, their subsequent retreat to Holy Terra to Peaches after the Great Heresy, and the fact that at least 70% of the millions of Space Marine in the galaxy today are your offspring, Guilliman.

Who would believe you, Guilliman, aren't a treacherous villain?

Would a decent person ask someone to resurrect them while they are still alive?

"Pah, you despicable person!"

In his confused state, Magnus suddenly realized a terrifying truth: if Guilliman could cooperate with Khorne, did that mean he had already cooperated with the Four Gods during the Great Heresy?

Unfortunately, Magnus was locked in a dark room, and he didn't even have the strength to make a Psychic Power call. He was thirsty, hungry, and extremely weak.

"Blood for the Blood God, Offer Skulls to the Throne!"

"I am Magnus."

"Blood for the Blood God!"

"I am Magnus!"

You are Rogal Dorn!

You're the real Dorne, you Dorn!

After an unknown amount of time, just as Magnus was suffering both physically and mentally and was about to shout "I am Rogal Dorn!", a power suddenly surged from within him, relieving his weakness and even giving him a feeling of fullness.

"Hmm, what's this?"

Swinging his tongue back and forth, savoring the sweet aroma that suddenly appeared in his mouth, Magnus was convinced that this was not an illusion, but ice cream, and his favorite vanilla flavor at that!

This strange sight made Magnus subconsciously look at his own incredibly muscular physique, all of which stemmed from the little dog that had bitten his rear end.

"Could it be that I really am a martial arts prodigy, one in a million?"

Loneliness is the hardest thing to bear. For some reason, Magnus, who had calmed down, suddenly felt that he should find something to do, otherwise he would be driven crazy by the nagging sooner or later.

Fortunately, this wasteland was not empty; numerous ruins and remnants were scattered throughout. With his powerful muscles that seemed to spring from nothing, Magnus lifted and lowered the Rock one by one.

At that moment, Magnus, as if possessed by Rogal Dorn, transformed into a skilled civil engineer, using his hardworking hands to build one pyramid after another.

As they dug deeper, a perfectly formed black stone slab appeared before Magnus.

Looking at the two claw marks, one large and one small, Magnus frowned slightly, his eyes instantly sharpening:

"<Lion's Head-Flying Fist>, <Magnus's Protective Palm>, <Spacium Ray> Tsk, what kind of junk is this?"