Magnus (2)

In the central star system where Prospero was located, Magnus burned his own Psychic Power, transforming into a rainbow of light to guide the way.

His army followed the light to Prospero.

Several hours later, Magnus's Dawn Army Group finally managed to land in Tizca, Prospero, with great difficulty.

When they arrived in Prospero and saw the current scene, all the returning Thousand Sons fell silent.

An utterly sorrowful silence.

At this moment, the city of Tizca is reduced to only black and white.

The capital of Prospero, once known as the City of a Thousand Lights, now appears as if it were a frozen black and white scene.

There was not a soul on the streets; darkness and Despair seeped from the ground and spread through the streets.

"Sir, what's our next move?"

"Let's check the major facilities in the city first, see if we can find anyone."

Led by Magnus, the Dawn Army Group took collective action.

Their actions were highly efficient; after all, in the current situation, low efficiency wouldn't be an option.

Eighteen hours later, everyone gathered back at the starting point and reported all the information they had received to Magnus.

"My lord, it is now certain that our remaining troops on the Homeworld did suffer some losses, but the estimates are not large. Moreover, all the books have disappeared, leading us to conclude that they moved them all into the City of Truth."

Magnus nodded as he listened to Ahriman's report.

"Alright, next we'll head to the largest City of Truth."

Having determined the next operational objective, Magnus led his men to the central building of Tizca City at top speed.

Tizca, a city within a city, City of Wisdom and City of Truth.

But as they continued their advance toward the City of Truth, Magnus gradually discovered a terrifying truth.

Flesh Change.

The symptoms of Flesh Change have reappeared in Thousand Sons's body!

However, this mutation is very unstable. In one instant, everyone showed symptoms of Flesh Change, and in another instant, everyone returned to normal.

"Ahriman, are you alright?"

"I'm not sure, sir. My current state is very strange. It's as if some kind of force is invading my body and trying to expel my soul."

Damn it, what's going on? Why is this happening so strangely?

Never mind, getting to the City of Truth is the priority!

"Everyone, stick close to me!"

As Magnus spoke, he unleashed another burst of powerful Psychic Power energy.

Although guiding his team back to Prospero had already taken a tremendous amount of effort.

But this is not the time for him to rest and recuperate.

To maintain this power, Magnus even began burning his own soul.

Fortunately, his Uncle's stay in Prospero had a profound impact on him.

Therefore, he truly achieved the Dual Cultivation of Life and Nature. Not only was he physically large, but his soul power was also strong enough to burn for a very long time.

This time is enough for them to reach the City of Truth together. Once they reach the City of Truth, everything will be resolved.

"No, sir, don't do that!" Ahriman quickly stepped forward to remind him.

"Is there a problem, Ahriman?"

"That power is constantly invading our bodies under your protection."

"What?!"

This was an outcome Magnus never expected. He had thought his Psychic Powers were strong enough to protect his Scions, but now it seemed that it was all just wishful thinking.

"My lord, it seems we can only wait to die now."

"What nonsense are you spouting? We've only just arrived in Tizca City, why are you saying such discouraging things?!"

"My lord, perhaps my initial deduction was wrong."

"What affects Prospero as a whole, and us as a whole, is not simply the power of the Warp, but destiny."

"I don't know where this fate came from, but I'm certain it now wants to devour everything we have."

"At this critical juncture, when such an evil fate befell us, we were powerless to stop it."

No, there's still a way!

Magnus searched his mind for all the knowledge he had ever acquired, whether useful or useless, taboo or not, he wanted to save his Scions.

"My lord, in the torrent of fate, we are but a drop of water."

"But you are different, my lord. You are the Primarch of the Imperium, Demigod of humanity. You are a ship in this torrent of destiny."

"Perhaps this evil fate will eventually devour us, but it forgets that as long as our consciousness exists for even a second, we can make our own choices!"

Suddenly, an incredibly intense surge of Psychic Power erupted from Ahriman's body. Magnus could sense that this was not just ordinary Psychic Power; Ahriman was burning his own soul.

"Ahriman! No! Stop! You're insane!"

"My respected sir, nowadays, you are the only one truly capable of reaching the City of Truth."

"On our journey to the City of Truth, we will inevitably be devoured by this evil fate, but we do not believe in fate."

"Therefore, my lord, please take my share with you to the City of Truth, and burn this evil fate to ashes!"

Then, all of Ahriman's Psychic Power erupted.

All the Psychic Power he unleashed flowed into Magnus's body in an instant.

But this is just the beginning.

With Ahriman leading the way, all the Thousand Sons followed suit, entrusting all their strength, their lives, and their souls to Magnus.

"Father, time is running out! Hurry, return to the City of Truth, and find the answer!"

As soon as Ahriman finished speaking, only his Power Armour remained. His Flesh vanished without a trace, not even a speck of dust.

Only his Power Armour, now black and white, remained unchanged, maintaining its original posture.

"Ah!!"

Magnus looked at his Scions, who had only recently arrived in Prospero with him; now, all that remained were a pile of black and white armor.

The Despair and pain in my heart surged up at this moment.

Roars echoed through the deathly silence.

But he is still the Primarch, he still knows what he should do, his Scions have entrusted everything to him, and now he must fulfill his mission!

The souls and wills that had entered Magnus's body filled his other eye at this very moment.

At this moment, Magnus opened his eyes.

One eye was intact, but within it churned sorrow and pain, reason and resolve.

The other was an eye formed from the combined power of the Thousand Sons, containing only a faint golden light.

Those golden lights were the soul left behind by Han Mingxuan.

At this very moment, the power of these souls will guide Magnus.