Super Little Horse Deploys Super Wisdom

Magnus arrived at the battlefield.

The Warhammer world had always followed the rule that bigger was better, and the bigger it was, the more beautiful it was.

They said—just a rumor, mind you—that some red-skinned Ogryn had used psychic powers to make himself taller, forcibly growing to four meters in height. He was the tallest of all his brothers, only a little shorter than their father.

Magnus, former Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion and current Daemon Prince of Tzeentch, was the number-one sacrificial pawn under the God of Schemes.

Whenever Tzeentch had some troublesome task, he loved ordering Magnus to handle it, especially when it involved fighting their own brothers.

Magnus had already ranked among the tallest beings in the Warhammer world in his original form. Now, with his Daemon psychic body enlarged, he stood like a pillar on the horizon, seemingly occupying half the sky.

The red-skinned Ogryn's single eye swept over the chaos below.

To be honest, the battlefield looked rather ugly.

When he first saw those yellow Power Armor suits, he had assumed they belonged to Dorn's sons.

Only after releasing his Psychic Perception did he realize they were the sons of Sanguinius.

Sanguinius...

He was dazed for a moment.

He had once voiced his grievances to the other Primarchs in psychic visions, and Sanguinius alone had been able to understand his delusions.

The Blood Angels were tormented by the Red Thirst, while the Thousand Sons suffered terribly from flesh mutations. In that regard, only Sanguinius could understand him.

Sanguinius's sons were truly powerful. Primarchs were extremely important in the Warhammer world—not merely in spirit. The loss of their Primarchs genuinely weakened their combat strength.

The Angel's sons had lost their Primarch long ago, yet they remained incredibly strong.

Just like Sanguinius himself.

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