The Final Executor of the Grand Plan

"Heaven and earth were dark and chaotic, the universe was vast and boundless, Koz, do you believe me?"

"Do I even have a choice? How can you be so selfish? Get out of here and run, War God-Horse!"

Looking back, one could see a dense Khorne of Khorne's army chasing after them, some driving Daemon Engine, some soaring through the air with outstretched wings, and some even riding motorcycles and igniting Ghostfire.

No matter how fast these Daemon sped up, they couldn't catch up with Magnus, who was running through the void on one fleshy leg, and the distance between them gradually increased.

Magnus's courage is unparalleled throughout history. He managed to escape with two burdens in the midst of Realm of Slaughter, and even managed to catch up with them until his mana bar was fully restored.

The moment the mana bar was full, Magnus didn't hesitate at all. He turned around, put his hands together, and fired another Spacium Ray.

"Just"

The Psychic Power beam swept in, and the fastest-charging Khorne Daemons had no chance to dodge. They were instantly taken down by the beam and sent back to the Demon Realm to resurrect.

Moreover, unlike the previous Spacium Beam that squeezed out all of his potential, Magnus, as a true veteran artist, started by unleashing his ultimate move as a matter of course.

While maintaining the output of light stream, Magnus moved forward with his buttocks, using the force of the thrust to continue his escape, and with the help of the bizarre footwork that Koz and Ahriman could not understand, he kept kicking serrated light blades at the pursuing Daemon.

"This is the second move of the ultimate technique, 'Flying Over Grass,' the Eight-Slash Disc!"

"You're talking nonsense." Koz had tolerated it before, but now even this nonsensical "Eight-Slash Disc" had appeared. Did he really think he'd never seen Ultraman?

"Magnus, you're just kidding. This isn't some kind of Psychic Power martial art; it's just a set of moves you conjured up using Psionic Power. Your muscles are all inflated with Psychic Power."

Upon hearing this, Magnus not only wasn't angry, but burst into laughter, saying, "Brother, you're right, but so what?"

Magnus spun around two and a half times, then swept outwards with a leg sweep, unleashing a giant halo of light that instantly shredded the two Daemon dragons, blasting them into a burst of intense flames.

As the saying goes, a real man never watches explosions, and Magnus, who considers himself a macho man, should be no exception. He even had the leisure to reverse the direction of the Specium beam, spraying water like a male human being seeing an unidentified stain on a urinal.

"Is Psychic Power such an inconvenient thing? My previous concept was wrong. Psychic Power is innocent. I should not reject it, but I also cannot indulge it. Only the power that I have completely control is my power. And now I am no longer bound by that Tzeentch birdman."

Further words are pointless; I will prove my muscle-building method with facts.

After saying that, Magnus exerted his power again, immediately transforming into a turret and unleashing various Psychic Power to block the enemy. With the strength of Magnus's Psychic Power, even the red-skinned brute with amazing resistance could not escape.

After his mana bar is depleted, Magnus will use his physical body to fight the demon, retreating while waiting for his mana bar to be full before launching another attack. He maximizes his spell power, spell penetration, mana regeneration, armor penetration, and physical attack, managing to drag the enemy all the way to Tzeentch's lair.

He kicked open the door to the Crystal Maze, walked onto the stage amidst the incredulous gazes of countless ever -Lord of Change and even the Tzeentch, and plopped down on the throne.

Seeing Magnus, covered in sweat and with a resolute expression like Rogal Dorn, sitting in his seat, even the Lord of Change was astonished. He stopped weaving the threads of fate and stared blankly at the Primarch he had chosen.

Tzeentch thought to himself, "Something's not right. Magnus looked like a scholar before he went missing, so why has his demeanor changed so much since he came back?"

He's still so big!

If it weren't for his striking skin color, Tzeentch would have thought this was Vulkan in disguise.

Magnus, what happened to you?

"Shut up! Can't you see I've just finished warming up? Hurry up and give me some high-quality protein!"

What? You're saying I'm long-winded?

Magnus remained silent, only moving his arms in quiet motion. As he danced, his body rapidly grew larger, from 5 meters tall to 10 meters, then 20 meters, until finally resembling an Emperor Titan.

The overwhelming masculine hormones made Tzeentch quickly retreat, but Magnus grabbed him and slapped his thin legs hard.

What are you doing?

"What? You actually ask me what I want to do? Don't insult my amazing wisdom with your nonsense, you're just a piece of trash!"

I was so blind back then to listen to your nonsense! Look at you, you pathetic loser, do you think you deserve my Fealty?

Look at your skinny arms and legs! As Chaos God, how can you be so weak? A gust of wind could blow you over. No wonder people always look down on you; it's because you haven't set a good example.

You're not even as Khorne! You're not even as good as Nurgle. You should go back to Slaanesh's place and drink milk to nourish your body; that way, you'll have both parents again."

These words were incredibly insulting. It's common knowledge that blue-type characters generally don't get along with red-skinned brutes, and Slaanesh is the disgrace of the Four Gods. Magnus's disdainful gaze, which he didn't even bother to feign, deeply wounded Tzeentch's pride.

"I can tolerate you saying I'm not as good as Khorne, and I can also tolerate you saying I can't be compared to that fatso, but you actually said I'm not as good as Slaanesh, so I have to keep a close eye on you."

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"Control me?"

Magnus's gaze grew even more disdainful. Ever since the Khorne blew out his eye that Tzeentch had taken from him, he was no longer the one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn, but rather a muscle- Sunburned Ogryn, no longer under Tzeentch's control.

"Little Blue, no offense, but you've been the Lord of Change for so many years, have we ever risen up to Tzeentch? No!"

If you can do this position, then why can't I?

Tzeentch had witnessed countless outcomes across countless Timeline and seen countless Magnus, but he had never seen Magnus as unconventional and abstract as this.

Since change is the essence of Tzeentch, the left brain attacking the right brain is also the norm for him, and endless change gives rise to humanity. It can be said that Tzeentch is the most human-like of the Four Merchants, and even the Emperor, this despicable man.

When Magnus appeared in the Crystal Maze, an indescribable and dramatic change began to occur. Even though Magnus repeatedly offended him, Tzeentch, driven by instinct, did not take any action. Instead, he wanted to hear what Magnus was up to.

"Of course, it's about changing the status quo." Magnus opened his piercing eyes wide, a light of wisdom flashing within them, causing all the Daemon who saw those eyes to fall into deep thought.

"We must change. This is our only chance to Tzeentch great again. If we fail to seize this opportunity, we will be worse off than the Khorne, the Nurgle, and even Slaanesh."

What will you be then? You'll be the worst of the worst, unable to even lift your heads when you see other Daemon, and forever scorned behind your backs.

Therefore, we must strengthen our bodies to save the nation!

"Use fitness to save the country?"

"That's right! I will reform our company so that every Daemon can exercise freely, enjoy high-quality protein, create an unparalleled golden body, and nurture the Nine Bird Power."

"Look at my strong and pure body! I single-handedly shattered the Khorne's cage and brought my wretched brothers and offspring back here. That's proof."

The desire for a strong physique is also one of Tzeentch's areas of expertise. After all, physical fitness is a form of change. He hadn't paid attention to it before, but now, upon closer inspection, Magnus does seem a bit different; his energy and spirit have improved considerably.

Tzeentch fell into deep thought. Like Khorne and Slaanesh, he belonged to the group that got trapped after trying to do too much and failing. None of his three Primarchs were any real talent.

Koz is prone to erratic behavior, imposing his own sense of justice on Daemon. Perturabo is constantly conflicted, managing to accomplish the 11-shot kill that failed in the Imperium of Man but succeeding on his own side, making Daemon fearful of becoming the one to be killed.

Magnus, needless to say, although he had the best compatibility, his extraordinary wisdom was no joke. The Crystal Maze had been overhauled several times, and he was ruthless when it came to tricking his own people, who always ended up getting the short end of the stick.

The costs are mutual. If you want to control the Primarch, you must accept them completely, just like the Emperor, the source of all evil, and manipulate their essence, much like matching a charging port.

In order to control Perturabo, the person with the worst compatibility, Tzeentch was already prone to attacking his right brain with his left brain, became even more conflicted and secretly stole some of the authority over the Vile Arts.

In order to control Koz, Tzeentch also stole a portion of the Judgment Authority that leaned towards corruption and destruction, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

But Magnus was different after returning from studying abroad. His confidence was genuine, and endless variations were born from it, captivating the Tzeentch.

Good change is change, bad change is also change. No matter what you say, change is still change. If you can control your instincts, then Daemon is no longer Daemon.

The coin doesn't even need to fall; the answer is already chosen in one's heart. Tzeentch can't abandon Magnus, just as Seth can't live without Tifa.

As indescribable thoughts began to flow, Magnus's figure shrank step by step, transforming once again into the muscular Ogryn, who was less than 5 meters tall.

In contrast, the Lord of Change had bulging muscles on its two thin, stick-like bird claws, and its body had become much thicker.

No one knows what the outcome of this change will be, but Koz, who has been observing from the sidelines, believes that the world has been turned upside down into a state he can no longer understand.

But Magnus knew why he did it, because he remembered a past event, a shameful time when he had been deceived and fooled, and had ended up frantically eating fruit under the tree.

Magnus, Rogal Dorn, and Mordred all share a common trait: they were all once maggots in a sea of dung, and were the first three Primarchs to realize the threat of Chaos.

Magnus will never forget that humiliation, and that is why he has persevered in the endless yellow sands until now. This is not his Dark History, but the path he came from!

No one could judge him, and no one could control him. Although the grand plan had failed, Magnus was still completing his final task, using himself as the Magnus Fruit to corrupt this Chaos scum.

As for the outcome, Magnus didn't know, but he knew he was now lucid and had to find a way to bring his good brother back to the Empire.

A revolution was quietly taking place in the Warp, and the Imperial Allied Forces finally wiped out the entire Orc Ork Empire Orctavius Ascension Day of Sanguinius the following year.

From then on, the Extreme Sector, which had been divided in two by the Great Rift, finally saw half of its territory fall back into the embrace of the Empire.

Only after the battle was completely over and he met with the three Primarchs did Goff finally remember what he had forgotten.

"Oh no, Father is still floating in the sky!"

"No, Guilliman and Caldor are still in the warehouse."