165 Chaos Above! Below!

Magnus froze for a moment.

For a Psyker, this was an exceptionally bad feeling—it meant the Warp was hinting at him, warning him that something unsettling was about to happen.

So what could it be?

Magnus stopped turning the pages with his bare hand. He thoughtfully stroked the paper. Within the library of the wise, the outline of a bright future was slowly taking shape.

Gifted psychic sages would be permitted to enter Magnus's library. Magnus and the Grey Knights under her command would personally teach them to feel the pulse of Psychic Power.

Knowledge should not be imprisoned—the foolish could be barred from entering knowledge's sacred hall, but the wise should not be stopped.

So... Magnus pondered for a moment. What had happened for the Warp to cast such an ominous warning her way?

What could it be?

"Another Primarch."

Big Teef said gruffly. It panted as it stared at that Primarch, the strength expended in its battle with Black rapidly recovering. That earlier fight had merely been an appetizer.

As for Blood-Red Alpha...

The Greenskin Warlord was no stranger to him.

Under the guidance of Ashen Phoenix Fulgrim, the Nether Clan under its command had continually attacked Khorne's territory, using Khorne's wars to level up the Greenskin lads.

Greenskins lived for war. To their species, Khorne's domain within the Warp was a promised land flowing with milk and honey.

"Are you a fake, or the real Alpha?"

Steam poured from Big Teef's huge mouth. Alpha—Alphas who looked nearly identical. The Greenskin bosses under its command had fought "Primarch" Alpha many times. Sometimes, two "Alphas" would even appear at once, each declaring himself the true Primarch.

It was also the Alphas who had made it difficult for the Greenskins to farm Khorne experience.

Relocating positions, spreading false intelligence,