Magnus (1)

Starting from when the three brothers split up, until Magnus reached the vicinity of Prospero.

The whole process took him 10 days.

Logically speaking, with Necron Technology, their fleet's sailing speed shouldn't be affected so much.

But as they got closer to Prospero, Magnus's condition worsened.

He looked completely drained of energy.

"My lord, why don't we change our route and head to the Peaceful Star System to meet up with Lord Lorgar?"

Ahriman knew very well that Magnus's current state was definitely caused by the curse of the Warp.

To solve Magnus's current problems, Lorgar is the most suitable candidate.

"We can't do that, Ahriman! We have to go back now, at all costs!"

A voice deep within Magnus's soul kept telling him this.

Go back.

At this point, we must go back no matter what; only by going back will things take a turn for the better.

"But sir, your health..."

"No matter what, I'm the Primarch, I can't die, speed up!"

Finally, on the eighteenth day, Magnus returned to Prospero, which he had longed for, or rather, the central region of Prospero.

The reason it's called the central star region is because it never even reached its Homeworld.

After reaching the star system of their Homeworld, all the instruments in the fleet began to report errors intermittently.

And what worried Magnus even more happened.

The darkness that had initially enveloped Prospero was now spreading outwards from Prospero.

"Ahriman, can you get in touch with someone inside Prospero?"

"Unable to contact you, sir. The most recent message we've received from our Homeworld is from five days ago."

Five days.

Too much time has passed.

Under these circumstances, it's unclear what Prospero's current situation is.

"What did the message say?"

"Due to the influence of this strange Warp force, we are unable to obtain complete information."

"However, based on the few pieces of information available, it can be inferred that everyone has evacuated to the vicinity of the City of Truth."

Having evacuated to the vicinity of the City of Truth, there shouldn't be any major trouble for the time being.

With the establishment of the Dawn Army Group, Magnus and Lorgar had in-depth exchanges on Warp -related knowledge.

Therefore, Magnus was well aware that what his Uncle left behind possessed extremely strong resistance to the Warp itself, as well as special attack attributes.

However, it is impossible to place all our hopes on Prospero's limited number of City of Truth.

"Ahriman, gather everyone together, and bring the lightest possible weapons. We're heading back to Prospero."

"My lord, we cannot take the risk now."

"Ahriman, now we must take risks, or we will be sinners against the universe."

The Despair scenes in the Warp, the darkness that began to spread from Prospero in the Realspace.

Magnus believed that everything was interconnected, and the interconnectedness was very strong.

It is no exaggeration to say that Prospero is now the most important place in the entire Imperium of Man.

"Everyone, form ranks!"

Drawing upon the wisdom of scholars such as Magnus and Prospero, and combining it with the books that Han Mingxuan taught them at the time.

These most cultured Space Marines in the entire Imperium developed a specialized Psychic Power Amplification array.

"Tu'en should really come along now."

That Archaeology's ability is Psychic Power Amplification; if he were to preside over the operation of this formation, its power would only increase.

However, Archaeology today also face challenges.

But that's a story for later; Magnus needs to address the immediate problem at hand.

As the formation took shape, all the gathered and amplified Psychic Power energy flowed into Magnus's body.

Then, Magnus transformed into a streak of crimson light.

In the Realspace, it can be clearly observed that at the edge of that star field eroded by darkness, a crimson star suddenly streaks across the sky, transforming into a rainbow.

The streak of light suddenly pierced into the darkness from the edge of the darkness, and then flew towards Prospero's location.

Magnus is now burning his own power to guide his team.

"Everyone, follow the light!"

While Magnus's operations were making progress, Guilliman's side was also making initial progress.

"I hope what's said in the Evernight Epic is useful."

Guilliman looked at the Evernight Epic in his hand.

This is the first draft, the most original version.

After Curze secretly completed the book, he did not rush to release it within his small circle.

Instead, he gave his first draft to all his brothers and asked them to provide feedback.

For this reason, each Primarch basically has a first draft of the Evernight Epic.

In the first draft of this Evernight Epic, there is a sentence that Roboute is now very concerned about.

That was a note from the Chief Juror Jago Sevatarion.

[My practical experience in Nuceria has proven that a strong and unwavering faith can be both fuel and strength.]

After glancing once more at the annotation in the Evernight Epic, Guilliman, carrying the lamp his Uncle had given him, arrived in the City of Truth in Macragge.

Then, he placed the lamp in the Attic on the top floor of the City of Truth.

He lit the lamp, its warm yellow light flickering in the Attic, but looking at that tiny, bean-sized glimmer, Guilliman suddenly felt there was hope for everything.

"Dear Uncle, the great Father of Night, the standard-bearer of the Laws of the Imperium of Man, and a pioneer in the fight against Anti-Corruption."

"In the name of Roboute Guilliman, Primarch the Imperium of Man, may your light guide humanity through the darkness."

Guilliman didn't take long to read these words, after all, it wasn't a prayer.

This was just something he came up with when he came here.

If he really recited the prayer, and if his Uncle could really hear it, he would definitely fly.

So Guilliman thought about it and came up with a trick, reciting this passage in the name of humanity in a tone similar to that of a religious person.

In fact, his accidental success did yield results.

The originally faint lights flickered and began to flicker violently, and everyone in the City of Truth began to emit pale golden light.

Following that, the City of Truth became the central focus.

This change began to spread throughout Macragge, and then throughout the entire 500 Worlds of Ultramar.

Before long, all the points of light in the entire 500 Worlds converged in the Attic, and the lone lamp at that moment transformed into a torch.

But the torchlight, apart from its initial intense flashes, became very soft afterward, like a candle flame in the darkness.

"It seems to have succeeded."