Author: Tide of Crows

Ahriman had not felt very happy since long ago.

Even exploring the mysterious vast ocean with his genetic father cannot make this best son of Magnus as ecstatic as his blood brother. The upper limit of his happiness is limited by some sad past events.

Due to his low height, the company commander of the Thousand Sons Legion almost always maintains a maddening personality composed of calmness, coolness, cunning and arrogance.

And all of this can be traced back to the time when the Great Crusade just began. It was an era when even the Astartes seemed young and confused. Thousands of warriors followed the emperor's orders. They came from Terra.

Set off to attack Venus and Neptune, and launch conquests toward the galaxies close at hand and the countries far away.

At that time, even the most fanatical Astartes could not imagine the extent of the Emperor's ambitions. By the time they realized how far the so-called [Great Crusade] would go, the Empire's territory had already been conquered.

Breaking through the so-called solar star field.

The Thousand Sons Legion was precisely the last batch of Astartes warriors to set out. These immature newcomers had not even proven themselves on the battlefield of Terra, but the Emperor's eyes were obviously watching them. Before the Great Crusade began,

Within ten years, the originally mediocre Thousand Sons Legion suddenly discovered that spiritual fire began to appear among them, and it quickly became a prairie fire.

It is true that this incomprehensible power has made the Thousand Sons Legion an isolated one among other legions, and even [scientists] like Mortarion have criticized them verbally and in writing. However, under the temptation of power, Magnus

The heirs accepted it all happily.

Until the Byzantine Incident.

After large-scale memory cleaning and self-suggestion, few people remember what happened in the Byzantine world, but every Thousand Sons knows that when the Legion left there, [Flesh and Blood Mutation] had become Magnu

The lingering curse of the sons of Si.

This curse almost destroyed the entire legion. It was more severe than the blight of the Third Legion, and more out of control than the bloodthirsty of the Ninth Legion. Thousands of Thousand Sons warriors did not fall in pursuit of victory and honor, but

They died painfully and twisted on ships and operating tables. Their hideous remains were covered with fangs and tentacles, making even their closest comrades unwilling to take another look.

And at the moment when the entire legion was about to perish, they finally came to Prospero, and the genetic father of the Thousand Sons returned to them. Magnus personally went to the subspace, and after paying an eyeball and his

At some unmentionable cost, the curse of the Fifteenth Legion finally fell apart through the efforts of the Primarch.

Everything seems happy, but the penultimate moment of this comedy is downright tragic: at the time when Magnus reunited with the Thousand Sons, the Legion's flesh-and-blood mutation reached its peak, and the Primarch

He hurried to the subspace out of desperation. If he didn't do this, the legion would be destroyed.

And even if Magnus's spell saved the Legion, it did not save everyone: most of the Thousand Sons warriors could not withstand the power of the Gene Father, and only about a thousand lucky ones received [Rebirth].

Ahriman was a lucky man, but his brother, his mother's compatriot, who came out of the Achaemenid Empire and joined the army together: Ormzord, was not among them.

From the moment he witnessed the death of Ormzord, Ahriman's heart was scratched by a vicious blade, and a large part of his joy and happiness were permanently destroyed, even the most cheerful person in the galaxy.

Things were placed in front of him, and his chest would eventually be occupied by endless shadows.

Because of this, Ahriman was able to devote himself to work and research like a madman, and this heir who was hungry for knowledge naturally attracted the attention of Magnus. Therefore, the lucky man who lost his brother began to rise rapidly.

He soon became the top one among the captains of the Thousand Sons. Among all the staff, Magnus also paid special attention to his plan. Even the Red Advisors, who were the true core circle of the legion, began to plan for it.

Reserve your spot for this rising star.

But despite this, Ahriman was not overly complacent - he did not dare.

Deep down in his heart, this lucky man is afraid of the original mutation of flesh and blood, even if it has been annihilated by his genetic father. But in the most profound nightmare of the Thousand Sons Captain, this curse that once destroyed the Legion seems to

Sooner or later it will come back.

He knew that this was impossible, that it was a delusion. His great genetic father had long ago completely solved this curse, crushing it to ashes in that majestic subspace.

But when Prospero's night falls, when he is in his bed, unable to sleep peacefully, a collection of fears and fantasies will occupy his mind, this worry lingers, as if there is a

Disdainful tones whispered in his ears, whispering of a tragic future for his father, his battle brothers, and himself.

Because of this, Ahriman never had a good night's sleep.

Because of this, he maintained a cold and arrogant vigilance, especially when they were walking on the vast ocean. This vigilance was infinitely amplified, so much so that he almost discovered the omen before his father.

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"Father……"

"Ah, I have seen it, Ahriman."

"A vast ocean of creatures appears at the same time as the song. It is interesting and a brand new subject."

Magnus's voice contained the excitement of exploration, the self-confidence of a scholar, and the arrogance of a strong man, but it lacked the instinctive respect and vigilance that would burst out when a traveler enters the deep mountains and forests.

He even led his followers and took the initiative to walk towards the shadow that had just emerged.

The subspace creature that appears in the song is completely different from any animal or even plant in the eyes of the world. It is like a giant reef in the huge waves, polished flat and smooth by layers of waves. In the eyes of everyone,

In his eyes, there are thousands of tiny, shining fragments flying on and around it, just like seabirds wandering on the cliffs on the shore.

"Behold, fragments of the form of ether."

Magnus walked up, stretched out his hand, and easily fixed a dozen floating light spots. When these entities stopped moving, the Thousand Sons were finally able to see them clearly: these wonderful

Creatures can only be observed with psychic vision. They show absolutely different appearances, some are as graceful and graceful as real elves, some are like an arrogant eagle, and some have broken bodies.

It has no specific shape, but it exudes a dazzling light that is not weaker than similar ones.

"They may be part of this huge creature, or they may be another species that has a symbiotic relationship with it. In this vast and desolate and chaotic ocean, there may be something that we have not discovered so far, that is unique here.

The creature’s own wonderful link.”

Magnus's fingers slowly fell along with his words. Without the resistance of this powerful force, the shining ether fragments rushed out in the blink of an eye. They gathered happily around the Thousand Sons, including

A few were even bold enough to approach a Thousand Sons warrior.

Such a touching creature floated before Ahriman's eyes. Its shape was erratic, exquisite and graceful, with bright eyes and a halo that changed all the time. The captain of the Thousand Sons stretched out his fingers and felt this cuteness almost immediately.

The little guy began to live in his own soul and will.

He should probably give it a name, like... Etepio?

But Ahriman's will was not completely occupied by the little guy in front of him. Being comprehensive was the advantage of many Astartes. Through the power of his soul, Ahriman observed two aspects of things almost at the same time.

His friend, the mortal named Morgan, did not have these lovely ether fragments gathered around her. The creatures in the subspace did not seem to be close to her. They bypassed her one after another and gathered around the Thousand Sons.

And Morgan didn't pay attention to all this. She just looked at the honest and huge subspace creature, staring at it. Ahriman could even see Morgan's body shaking uncontrollably.

Oh, poor little thing, she must have been frightened by such a wonderful sight.

Ahriman thought.

On the other hand, the captain of the Thousand Sons could sense that his genetic father was trying to communicate with the huge creature. The communication between the two psychic creatures was not through language, gestures or symbols, but through the channeling of pure power.

, the original gene allowed this huge creature to blur part of his body and half-wrapped the original body, while Magnus raised his head and accepted a steady stream of novel information.

"Some of the complicated words cannot be analyzed for the time being, but it seems that it is also very happy and will not even be stingy about sharing a few words with us."

The original body commented briefly. He clenched his fists and felt that the vigorous power was selflessly shared. This nameless subspace creature is obviously different from this twisted vast ocean. It is a truly kind person.

of great creatures.

Maybe in the future, when he encounters any difficulties, he can consider coming here to get more help.

Thoughts like this flashed through Magnus's mind, and Ahriman only saw his father showing a certain arrogant smile, a face that was in full control and made people subconsciously trust him.

Ahriman also laughed, and he began to look forward to how his genetic father would explain and teach more brand-new knowledge.

Then……

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Then he knew nothing.

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"Ahriman, Ahriman!"

"Wake up, wake up quickly!"

When Ahriman struggled to regain consciousness despite constant urging, the scenery around him had changed.

Everything that was originally transformed and peaceful was violently destroyed, as if a storm swept across the silver-white beach. Everywhere Thousand Sons could see were broken clouds and wailing cracks. The huge creatures and thousands of

All the ether fragments have disappeared - no, at least Etepio is still there, and it resides on his shoulder armor.

But that's not the point, because Ahriman soon discovered something even more fatal: Magnus was missing, and so was Morgan.

"……what happened?!"

"That creature, that subspace creature suddenly exploded on its own. Father, he was involved in a whirlpool, and you were too close and were also affected. You have been unconscious until now."

"Morgan, what about Morgan?"

"...I don't know, it was too chaotic at the time and no one paid attention to her, but I seemed to see her being sucked into another whirlpool... What should we do, Ahriman?"

"Of course we need to find our father as quickly as possible! First determine our current location, and then contact him as much as possible."

Ahriman shouted angrily, and while he was commanding his comrades with all his strength, Atharva quietly came over.

"Then, Ahriman, what should Morgan do? If she acts alone as a mortal, she may be in trouble."

Speaking of his friends, Ahriman hesitated.

Atava could hear Captain Thousand Sons gritting his teeth. He hesitated painfully for two moments before speaking slowly but firmly.

"Our first priority is to find our father, and our second priority is to ensure that the current personnel are safe. As for Morgan..."

"Leave her alone."

"I wish her good luck."
Chapter completed!