Magnus's arrogance made his contempt unabashedly revealed. He believed that instead of sending these glittering guards, the Emperor would be better off sending another Primarchs, or even directly allowing him to enter another world in his complete body to help the Wolf King.
But how could he know the Emperor's considerations? He delayed calling Primarchs over because of that damn prophecy. Ten Primarchs were destined to embark on a path of betrayal against Imperium. On the path of, the Emperor cannot determine the specific candidates. He can only rely on his own understanding of Primarchs to analyze which of them is Loyalty and who is the rebel.
Of course, privately speaking, the Emperor does not want any of his sons to become traitors and playthings in the hands of the gods, but for the future of mankind, he and Malcador have secretly decided on the list of traitors in chess games again and again.
Roboute Guilliman, that guy keeps saying Macragge Five Hundred Worlds, he has deep thoughts and doesn't look like a good person.
Jaghatai, boasts that he has seen through the hypocritical nature of Imperium of Man, and despises the Emperor as a tyrant. He lives alone and may be deceived by the gods.
Konrad Curze, his spirit is on the verge of being broken, and he is a landmine that is difficult to deal with, but fortunately Fulgrim can control him.
And Angron...Angron has been cured.
Besides these three people, who else has the possibility of rebellion?
The Emperor It's really unimaginable...
It seemed that the Emperor was in a much better mood, and Magnus's words seemed more meaningful. He exhaled and suggested to the Emperor, "Father, please let me bring my body with me. I swear that I will never use psychic powers, but use magic from other worlds to solve problems! It only takes a week, and you will be able to hear my good news."
The Emperor considered Magnus's suggestion, and then a sudden change occurred. The silent portal actually let out bursts of screams, and hot blood overflowed from the edge.
"What happened?"
Magnus exclaimed, the Emperor walked over without saying a word and released his huge spiritual energy, suppressing all the screams and blood.
The atmosphere at this moment was even more solemn than before, making Magnus breathless. He looked at the Emperor's back and asked in a low voice.
"Father?"
"They are coming..."
"Who are they?"
The Emperor didn't answer, he just looked up at the sky. A crack was slowly appearing in the dark void that stung his eyes.
"Move, move!" Tzeentch roared in Warp, and His voice was transmitted from Crystal Labyrinth to all the realms of gods, and echoed to the eternally expanding border of Warp, causing His voice to be repeated hundreds of millions of times, "I understand, I figured it all out! That damn liar attracted our attention to complete his conspiracy!"
"What conspiracy?" Slaanesh was a little depressed, because he had just watched the contest between the two brothers Sanguinius and Horus, and now he was trembling with excitement when he thought of Sanguinius's fluttering wings.
"The Liar has discovered a new world! A world beyond our control and observation, and he is trying to use it to rid humanity of our influence forever!"
"Oh my god, that's really bad!" Nurgle said, covering his chest, "If humans run away, who will accept the gifts I made?"
"If there were no humans, the blood shed by the war would be much less! Aeldari and Orks are not enough to meet my needs!" Khorne roared, he had already drawn his weapon and couldn't wait to kill reality.
Warp gods rarely unite together. Now faced with the threat of losing human beings as food, they decided to temporarily put aside their hatred of each other and first throw humans into the abyss with no way to escape before considering other issues.
"I have captured the coordinates he tried so hard to hide. Let's work together to squeeze reality away!"
"Oh~ I like the expansion gameplay."
Tzeentch gave the order, and the four gods came out. They didn't even bother to make a fuss about Primarchs's rebellion. After all, they let Primarchs rebel just to disgust the Emperor better and let him experience the pain of fratricide and father-son hatred. The situation is so critical now that they naturally can't bother with those Primarchs.
Of course, Tzeentch, who has always done things comprehensively, has not forgotten the Webway project that the Emperor has given up. He does not need to rely on Magnus's stupidity, but only relies on the huge power accumulated by Warp. It pierced the outer wall of the extremely rough Webway. Although the hole was not as huge as planned and could still be repaired, Tzeentch believed that the Emperor had absolutely no time to take into account the crisis Terra was about to face at this moment.
This hometown of mankind has great spiritual significance. Tzeentch only needs to occupy half of this world to imprint the curse on the human race. Even if humans escape to the new world under the protection of the Emperor, he will be able to trace the past according to the curse and continue to make them suffer.
At this moment, Perturabo is strolling leisurely in his Iron Blood, completely unaware that the big one is coming. Next to him is a special model Iron Circle robot, which can immediately say something to Perturabo when he needs it, which makes him extremely comfortable.
"Well done, he needs to be taught a lesson."
"Uh-huh~" Perturabo snorted softly. He had never been in such a good mood. Although the Emperor said these words to the prankster Magnus, it did not affect him from putting these words on Rogal Dorn's head.
Haha Rogal Dorn, so what if you build a palace?
At the critical moment, shouldn't it be up to me, the tough and unyielding Iron Warriors, to guard the Emperor's secret base?
Hehehehe~~~ This already shows that between the two of us, I, Perturabo, is trusted more by the Emperor, while you, Rogal Dorn, are just a decoration worker.
At this time, Iron Blood's alarm sounded, and Perturabo immediately came back from his elation. He threw himself in front of the command podium. The steel defense line Iron Warriors built around the galaxy was clearly visible to him. Three hundred thousand legion soldiers and tens of millions of legion auxiliary soldiers were ready to fight to the end.
So what is our enemy?
Perturabo stared at the screen and saw a large group of black shadows. He was a little confused, because this was a device he made himself, and there was no way it could malfunction. He watched helplessly as the black shadow grew larger and larger, then divided into four different colors and rushed toward Iron Warriors's defense line.
At this time, Perturabo heard the vicious roar in space. He raised his head from the screen and remotely controlled the explosion-proof panels surrounding the windows to open. He was stunned by what he saw.
He saw a living universe, a Living Universe full of eyes, teeth and claws, spitting blood and fire, roaring death and torture, rushing towards him.
"That's... what..."
Perturabo murmured, and then saw the outpost of the defense line being swallowed up by Living Universe. In just an instant, the Iron Warriors army lost 2,700 people.