I Evade His Edge? What is This "Three Thousand Vengeful Spirits"?

The more cunning and manipulative you are, the more likely you are to fail!

For example, there's a certain unnamed Lord of Change Carlos, whose one head can see the future and the other can see the past; he's incredibly powerful.

However, when Carlos looks to the past with one foot in front and to the future with the other, it ignores the banana peel that is already under its feet.

Nothing in this world is absolutely perfect. Even for a self-proclaimed Lord of Change of all wisdom, a mishap is inevitable.

After all, claiming to possess supreme wisdom doesn't mean Tzeentch truly has supreme wisdom; his downfall is part of the inevitable.

And every time something goes wrong, Tzeentch would stubbornly insist, "It was all part of the plan!"

Regardless of whether it went wrong or not, or whether it was a complete disaster, since even Tzeentch himself doesn't know what his plan actually is, it's as if it didn't go wrong.

In short, a mishap is impossible; everything is in the planning stages.

Of course, this was just bravado. The old fox knew himself best. To ensure everything went smoothly, Tzeentch, who had also covered his underwear, decided to try a different approach this time.

Of all the Primarch, Magnus was definitely the first pawn that Tzeentch set his sights on. In fact, it could be said that Magnus spent the first half of his life living in an information cocoon created by Tzeentch.

This same experience occurred to other Primarchs, each of whom bore the shadow of the Four Gods to some extent.

However, Magnus, who was the demolition expert, was left in Holy Terra, so Tzeentch turned his attention to Roboute Guilliman. After all, although the Wolf King did not show off his abilities, his Psionic Power was definitely among the top five of the Primarch.

The explosion of the Webway only needs a trigger; the real prize lies with Horus.

The Chaos Gods relishes watching fathers and sons fight each other, since that great being can only be born when the Emperor abandons everything.

Mordred and his men made a fatal mistake: they underestimated the determination of the Four Merchants, or rather, they overlooked another adversary.

Forced fruit is never sweet, but it quenches thirst! Faced with the Primarch, the Chaos God doesn't just want one, but wants them all.

The remnants of souls from a world that has already been destroyed are thrown into their corresponding Primarch. The corruption originates from within. If one cannot overcome their inner demons, even the most perfect protective measures can only preserve their independent consciousness.

After all, I've already won you over, why should I care about your feelings?

Looking at the two Primarchs lying like Sleeping Beauty in the Stasis Field, Loken, who had been promoted to one of the Council of Four Kings at lightning speed, was quite conflicted.

Everything before him felt foreign; the once glorious Soul of Vengeance had now become this blasphemous figure.

Even the mighty Wolf King had his spine broken by his father, losing both of his legs. As for the Khan, who was also imprisoned, he fared no better; he retained his legs but lost his arms, and his head was split open.

"Sigh! Even if we put them all together, we can't even make a person with all four limbs intact. You guys are sleeping soundly, but what am I supposed to do?"

Without any warning, the entire legion changed overnight.

From the Primarch to the ordinary soldiers, everyone was dragged into a nightmare.

Madness began to spread rapidly through the legion. The once kind and amiable father gradually became a stranger. Loken felt that the father was not his father at all, but a monster that had taken over his body.

There was no discernible pattern to it; Loken didn't even know why he had survived, and the entire legion inexplicably went mad.

After the incident, Loken did not choose to flee, but instead hid on the spot, because he realized that he was not the only one who had retained his sanity and that he had to preserve his strength as much as possible.

The good news is that Loken did indeed find many brothers, and even because of his clear-headedness, he was promoted by the senile Horus to be one of the members of the Council of Four Kings, amidst the chaos of the Sons of Horus.

In other words, Loken, a Fealty, inexplicably became one of the second-in-commands in the rebel army.

The bad news is that there are very few Fealty Space Marine. Loken was able to become a member of the Council of Four Kings only because Sanguinius, who treated him like a father, was dead, or rather, half dead.

Although reluctant to admit it, during the previous Great Crusade, Loken did indeed violate the Imperial Truth by secretly collecting some Xenos artifacts.

It's embarrassing to admit, but although he's a Hidden Moon Wolf, Loken has picked up Atlas's habits, especially his love for shiny things, to the point of being obsessed.

For example, the Spirit Stone he wears around his neck now is one of his treasures.

"Seghanus, are you alright?"

"I'm not good enough. I've become a lost soul. I can't save anything, and it's too crowded here. There are at least eight people."

"Please bear with me a little longer, and I'll get you a new place to stay right away."

The other Spirit Stone are all occupied now; at least you're still living in an eight-person room, whereas those Space Wolves and White Scars who came to their deaths are living in a hundred-person room."

After discovering that Sanguinius was not completely dead, but rather that his soul had been captured by the Spirit Stone around his neck, Loken had originally planned to escape, abandoned the idea and instead began to make a living by scavenging corpses.

Thanks to Loken's previous hobby, he secretly hid a box of Spirit Stone during one of his raids on the Aeldari Xenos.

At this point, two pieces of news emerged, one good and one bad.

The bad news is that Loken has Spirit Stone, but he doesn't know how to bind souls. Sanguinius's incident was just a coincidence. The good news is that someone does, which is why he's still persisting.

Leaving the cell, under the watchful eyes of the Chaos Space Marines, no one dared to hinder Loken's departure, all because of his current status.

But times have changed. The glory of the past has been tarnished, Loken is filled with only pain.

After navigating the twists and turns of the passageway, now overgrown with flesh, Loken finally arrived at the kitchen on the upper deck.

Loken didn't understand why the group of Dog-men on the Vengeful Spirit were unharmed, but he knew they might be the only Dog-men he could trust right now.

These dogs are a bit crazy, especially that Canid-Niz who's clearly a chef but wears a church robe. He's the one who taught me the Soul-Binding Technique.

"Please have a glass of Imperial Jade Liquor."

"One hundred and eighty cups!"

Why is it so expensive?

"Freshly squeezed from jade feet!"

"Are your jade feet made of Adamantium or Radiant Gold?"

"Sanguinius's jade feet!"

Loken was speechless at the ridiculous coded message, but still endured the embarrassment and said:

"Indulge in the silky smoothness and delicious flavor! Ready? Let me in!"

After confirming the code was correct, the Dog-men chef patted the counter, and a hidden door appeared in front of Loken. After bypassing 13 traps and eight Melta Bomb that could be triggered at any time, Loken arrived at a giant warehouse.

This place not only contains Dog-men, but also the few remaining Moon Wolves, and most importantly, there is a Golden Tree inside.

It was only here that Loken was able to drop his disguise and plop down on the ground.

Hearing the commotion, the crowd gathered around. A Space Marine accepted the Spirit Stone from Loken, while the leader of the group, Canid-Niz, circled four times to the left and four times to the right.

Following the customs of their Storm Clan, they recited the prayer eight times to exorcise the demon, and finally made the Aquila Salute while silently reciting the Emperor's accompaniment before putting the Spirit Stone into the Golden Tree.

"Master, when will this kind of life ever end?"

"You foolish child, do not panic. This is a test for us. The so-called suffering is only temporary. Do not be discouraged by this."

As the saying goes, all roads lead to the grasslands. Our existence is a gift from our ancestors, a trial that shattered the gods' decrees. And now it's your turn.

If it weren't for knowing him inside and out, and having witnessed this old charlatan sneaking food and drinks in his own kitchen, Loken would have been completely fooled by Canid-Niz's eccentric behavior.

"Master, just tell me, when will these unlucky days finally end!"

"Heavenly secret... Ah, a gentleman uses words, not fists. Turn off the chainsaw first. I'm old and can't take such a shock."

After Loken put down his sword, Canid-Niz continued:

"Don't worry, child, you're still too young. I've lived for a full 80,000 years and have seen all kinds of storms. Even if you don't believe me, you should believe in my Great Chieftain Mordred!"

I used to hold him when he was a puppy. Whenever I see your little golden retriever, I can't help but think of that child.

"Master, I have already appraised enough, and you still claim to have been the first to carry a dynamite charge and fight against the gods 65 million years ago!"

"What kind of monsters devour stars, giant toads that resemble gods, Mega-Gargant Ork over 12 meters tall, and even a terrifying Baldy who can shatter a planet with a single punch? Can't we talk about something normal?"

Seeing the unfortunate child so agitated, the Canid-Niz patted him on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't worry, although your brothers' bodies have perished, their souls are still within this Golden Tree. As long as you bring back Serenity, Atlas has the power to resurrect them."

As for those unfortunate kids who turned into idiots, that's no problem either. Just keep pouring Fel Energy into their bodies, and they'll be good dogs, no, good men, in no time!

Besides, an old dog knows the way; we're heading towards Serenity now, and I can already smell home."

At this point, Canid-Niz ripped off his robe, revealing a Power Armor he somehow wore. Holding a hammer in one hand and a gun in the other, he said with glazed eyes:

"Everything is going according to plan. Now the time is right. Let's seize those two Primarchs and then attack from both sides."

Not to mention I've already found out that the other two legions have already split up, so how could your single legion possibly defeat Atlas?

To be honest, I taught Mordred his military strategy. There's still hope; we've got this in the bag.

Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. Loken thought that although the dog was a bit of a charlatan, what he said made sense!

"Alright, let's get going."

Mordred shared the same idea, although their grand plan may have encountered a minor problem.

"Father, something terrible has happened! We've spotted the Vengeful Spirit and it's about to reach the defensive line!"

"The Khan, what's the panic? It's just Moon Wolves. Do you think I'd avoid his attacks? Let's stick to the plan."

"But!"

"There are no 'buts'."

"But it wasn't just one Vengeful Spirit that arrived."

Mordred understood; this was definitely the other side resorting to cheating because they couldn't win, but what difference would a few more Vengeful Spirit make?

How many?

"Three thousand!"

"Oh, only three thousand? What? Three thousand!"