Global Crossing: Empire of Stars

Magnus had not even noticed that he had broken through the bottleneck that had held him back for ten thousand years. His surging, pure psychic energy had already become a vast vortex, enveloping him and the entire warship.

The moment the frenzied inspiration drew near the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, it softened like a spring rain, nourishing his soul and body. The soothing sensation of psychic energy coursed through him. Only then did he belatedly realize that, just moments ago, he had advanced to the realm he had once dreamed of reaching: High-Tier Sage!

In an instant, the mysteries of countless laws unfolded before him. Whether consciously or unconsciously, he absorbed vast amounts of nourishment to fill his hollowed-out body and soul. Psychic energy became sustenance, and with every passing moment, he grew stronger.

At that moment, it was not just Magnus. After their souls were purified, the surviving members of the Thousand Sons Legion had, by and large, advanced in rank and undergone an ascension of their very essence.

Lin Zhichen turned his gaze from the Red Devil, immersed in psychic energy and the knowledge of the laws, to Ahriman—the Thousand Sons Legion's former Chief Sorcerer and its champion.

Ahriman's psychic talent was second only to that of Magnus, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons. He had once created the powerful Red Word Incantation to stop the Astartes of the Thousand Sons Legion from suffering ever-worsening Flesh Mutation in the Warp.

The incantation did stop the Flesh Mutation, but most of the Thousand Sons warriors affected by the spell lacked sufficient psychic talent. In an instant, they lost their flesh and became puppet-like things clinging to their Power Armor. Their souls fused with their armor, leaving hollow suits that resembled knights from the Netherworld.

The Space Wolves had