Chaos Gods is here. They are aware of the Emperor's plan and they put aside their prejudices and join forces to attack the Emperor.
At this moment, the Emperor felt no panic, no despair, no anger, only calmness and a sense of relaxation.
If Malcador were standing here instead of sitting on the replica of Golden Throne that provided a barrier for the entire planet, he would definitely understand why the Emperor was so relaxed.
They are finally here...
Whether I'm ready or not.
The screams and roars of the universe frightened the sensitive Magnus. He could clearly identify that these sounds came from Warp, from the soul world that he thought he could understand, use, and even be friendly with.
At this moment, all the lies that Magnus, Warp's close friend, and Tzeentch had spun for him were shattered. Primarchs's heart was filled with the anger of being fooled, the understanding of his father's cautious attitude, and the deep fear of his past arrogant style.
"Father..."
The Emperor raised his hand to stop Magnus's inquiry. He wanted to hear Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes's voice first.
Valdor paid tribute to the Emperor, without even looking at the confused Magnus, "My lord, as you expected, the Thousand Sons army is indeed deformed, and our people are eliminating these unstable factors."
"Distortion! Unstable factors!" Magnus screamed. He pointed at Valdor. Spiritual energy stirred on his fingers, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the ashes on the ground. He had already vaguely guessed something. Thousand Sons turned into something as terrifying as Soul-Fused Abominations, but he still couldn't believe it, "Do you know what you are talking about? You are talking about my heirs! What happened to them! What did you do to them!"
The Emperor pinched Magnus's finger. He looked at his one-eyed son and said indifferently, "Valdor just monitored them and asked them to give up their psychic powers. I would like to ask you, what did you do to Thousand Sons..."
"Me? I am their father! I will not harm them! I will only save them!" Magnus looked at the Emperor and saw his long-lost one eye reflected in the Emperor's deep eyes suddenly understood something, "I... the deal I made with him? But how is this possible? He used one of my eyeballs to save my heirs and gave me a lot of precious knowledge. I..."
Seeing that Magnus was somewhat unwilling to accept the reality, the Emperor held his head and looked at the sky, "They took advantage of your kindness and innocence, it's that simple."
Looking at the universe that was getting crazy and could no longer be understood with reason, Magnus suddenly shed tears. He gradually became weak in the Emperor's hands, and then knelt on the ground and murmured, "I'm sorry, father... I was too stupid, I was too naive... I shouldn't have disobeyed you, I should have banned psychic powers..."
"There is no point in crying anymore." The Emperor said, then squatted down to make himself as tall as the collapsed Magnus. He grabbed Magnus's hand, held it in his arms and said, "Now you can still make up for your mistake."
"How to do it?" Magnus looked at the Emperor, as if he saw hope.
"Kill them."
"No... my father, you have no idea what they mean to me."
"Kill them, this is your only choice."
"No... no! There must be a better way, definitely!"
"Magnus!" The Emperor roared with emotion, which made Magnus calm down from the pain of killing his son, "Chaos's corruption is deep into the bone marrow! It dyes the soul. Your children have been planted with the seeds of corruption for a long time, and now they are hopeless!"
Magnus stared at the Emperor, then closed his eyes and accepted the reality. Rather than killing his own heirs, would it be more comforting to let them live in a twisted posture?
Thinking of this, Magnus got up and rushed towards Thousand Sons's station with pain.
It seemed that after seeing Magnus's determination, he felt that his proud son had changed. The Emperor stretched out his hand to Magnus's back, as if he wanted to say something...
But the understanding of human nature still made the Emperor give up this idea. Only the hope shown in the most desperate moments will be unforgettable. If he tells Magnus that method now, he will only continue to make mistakes in the near future.
"Valdor."
"My lord?"
"Leman Russ still needs help, please lead Adeptus Custodes and Sisters of Silence in."
"My lord, what's going on here..."
"I have my own sense of discretion, let's go ahead."
Valdor saluted respectfully to the Emperor, then led a team of Adeptus Custodes and Sisters of Silence into the portal and disappeared.
The Emperor looked at the sky. The gap was like the mockery of the gods. He curled the corners of his mouth with disdain, and then started communicating with Malcador.
"Magnus Did he correct his mistakes? Or did he become indecisive again?"
"That kid... he is doing it, although it is very difficult." Malcador said a little tiredly, although many Primarchss don't like this person who has paid a lot for Imperium's internal affairs Old man, but Malcador still retains his goodwill towards Primarchss, "At least Magnus's current situation is much better than the ending we want to deduce, isn't it?"
The Emperor nodded.
When the gods decided to overturn the table, he saw the timelines that the gods tried their best to hide, saw their plans, and knew which Primarchs would betray him.
It is ridiculous to say that Fulgrim, Lorgar, Magnus, Horus, and Mortarion, who I thought were destined not to betray, all betrayed themselves for various reasons. However, it was the Roboute Guilliman that he had been vigilant about who devoted himself to his duties until the last moment, and even became the Lord Regent of Imperium in the more distant future, re-supporting the decadent and declining Imperium of Man.
"So what should we do now? The defensive strength here is insufficient. Perturabo and his heirs will not be able to hold on for long. Soon the demon army will come to this planet, and my old bones will be unable to hold on any longer."
The Emperor was silent for a moment, and then said to Malcador, "Do you still remember those magic books we brought from another world?"
"Magic books? I thought you weren't interested in those."
Ignoring Malcador's teasing, the Emperor continued, "A few days ago, I tried those magics in absolute concealment and found that those magics can be used in our world, but I don't know what kind of power these magics draw."
Malcador is such a smart person. Hearing what the Emperor said, and thinking of everything about the portal, he exclaimed, "You mean, our world may be like another world, re-revising the operating mechanism of magic? Do you want psychic energy to become Wild Magic, which gradually degrades in another world, to weaken Chaos Gods?"
The Emperor Listening to Malcador's voice, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, that was the smile of a gambler.
You guessed it, it's just my smallest goal.