The storm surrounding Sharo shone with a pale halo, filled with an amazing aura of panic. The wizards around him were shaken by this incident and were unsteady on their feet. They walked out of the circular queue one after another, summoning their troops to hold their canes across their shoulders, and looked at
to the source of confusion.
"You are a liar!"
Sharo shouted and tightened Tubek's neck, intending to throw him back, but the opponent remained motionless like a stubborn rock.
Seeing that he was about to be embarrassed, Sharo roared angrily and raised his other hand, summoning a large ball of surging spiritual flames.
As soon as the spell was cast, the surrounding wizards became confused and left their podiums to avoid being affected. The chaotic music in the background turned into outright noise.
"Wait a minute."
The next moment, Magnus's loud voice echoed in the hall, choking everyone's words, and there was silence everywhere.
Tubek realized his mistake. The Lone-Eyed Giant had never shrunk down to the size of a mortal. It was the bizarre colors and lights in the hall that confused his senses. Magnus was still the huge giant.
.
When the Red Devil leaned over to examine him carefully, Tubek felt like a flying insect nailed to the camera.
"The Exile."
Magnus's voice echoed in the cranial cavities of all beings, and the wizards with weaker magic powers almost fell over, reaching out to cover the visors of their helmets.
"grown ups!"
Tubek broke free from Sara's grasp, bowed deeply to Magnus, quickly walked among the numerous podiums, ignored the disdainful looks from around him, and trotted towards the throne.
"I bring news, very important news."
Magnus looked down at him, his huge blood-red eyes filled with waves of fire.
"Is it your turn to deliver the news about the subspace to me?"
Magnus's words were calm. But Tubek knew very well that once his reply was slightly inappropriate, his existence would be wiped clean immediately.
"Not news about the Warp, my lord."
Tubek planned to use his brief description to arouse the interest of the master. There was silence in the hall, and the wizards and rows of scarlet warriors watched the meeting between the two in silence.
Magnus nodded, and Tubek continued his statement.
"My news comes from the empire, my lord, that country occupied by the puppet emperor's lackeys and fanatical believers. To be precise, it comes from the Maelstrom."
"The Maelstrom? That miserable pirate's lair?"
Magnus swung the long knife in his hand, and the four walls of the hall disappeared without a trace, revealing the devastated land under their feet that stretched to the sky.
Although most of the Wizard Planet was turned into a wasteland composed of burnt brown glass in the Scarlet Letter accident thousands of years ago, it still has some human habitation: withered mountains and dry tidal flats are surrounded by various buildings, barracks
Lined up with weapons and batteries, the assembly line factory and the armory were built together, and the huge temples standing everywhere stored the various collections of the Lone-Eyed Giant.
Ever since the Wolves of Russ burned Prospero to the ground thousands of years ago, Magnus has never stopped rebuilding the home of the Thousand Sons.
The scene after reconstruction was different from the memories of the past. There were no gilded spiers and no large crystal pyramid. The wizard star turned into an anvil in Magnus's hand, producing weapons for endless wars.
Looking at Magnus who was admiring his work, Tubek realized that the Red Devil once again ignored the guest's words and began to admire himself.
"Promotion has come to our shoulders. Unlike me, the Corpse Emperor has lost his great vision. I will bring wisdom to his descendants and dig them out of the mire of ignorance that they are ashamed of. I will
They bring promotions."
Magnus looked down at the valley floor of the palace.
"I will light the way for them."
Following the sight of the original body, Tubek saw a series of emaciated human figures, their bodies tightly tied by shining ropes of light.
Although their bodies were livid, black, and severely damaged, they still could not die. The cruel ritual drained the life energy supplied to the hall, causing them to squirm in extreme pain.
Similar clusters are crowded under all the halls. The tortured souls will never be reincarnated. The ornately decorated pipes block their open mouths, turning their screams into beautiful carols that linger in the hall.
.
Although Magnus boasted about saving mankind in the palace driven by the suffering of the dead, Tubek did not find it ironic. The opportunity for promotion never belonged to the majority, it was a privilege belonging to the few.
Only worthy souls can settle down and live in the new kingdom - untalented, despicable and inferior untouchables obviously cannot meet the standards.
"I will assist you in enlightening them, my lord."
Tubek said as he stepped forward and raised the crooked stick in his hand.
The next second, Magnus laughed loudly. The laughter was neither artificial nor cold. The unabashed and low tone reminded Tubek of those simple times in the past - when he was a mortal man and stood in the scarlet sky.
By his side, the Emperor's hypocritical Great Crusade is being pushed forward.
"Tubek, an associate of Ahriman, intends to assist me."
Magnus looked at the group of wizards gathered in a circle, and they also laughed hesitantly.
"I was at the critical moment of regaining everything we had lost, and Tubek told me he could help me? I'd love to hear more, old friend, how are you going to help me?"
"The promotion has begun, exactly as you expected, sir. No matter where in the vast galaxy, the soul is trying to transcend the flesh and blood that binds it. But this process is very slow - faster than we need.
Much slower.”
Magnus's laughter stopped, and he leaned back in his chair, his body like a hill made of muscle and fire:
"What exactly are you planning to tell me? What do you really want?"
Tuback abandoned his carefully prepared preface and simply spat out the words.
"I would like to introduce someone to you, or there is someone who wants to meet you."
Magnus laughed again, but the sound had lost its happy timbre.
Then, thunder raged in the space, and the atmosphere among everyone became distorted and solemn.
The Red Devil stared at Tubek indifferently and tightened the long knife in his hand, while Tubek silently endured the Red Devil's furious gaze that could turn ordinary people into ashes.
"Who is worth taking such a big risk for you?"
"With all due respect, only you, my lord, can know."
Tu Beike's words immediately attracted countless murderous looks.
"Do you really think there is some secret that you know that I don't? Do you think I haven't considered the possibility of a sacrament? I could tear your miserable soul out of your body and see you
everything of……"
The Red Devil shrugged and raised his chin to the surrounding wizards.
"Or they could do that."
"Yes, my lord, but the services and help I can provide you in the future are far more than just a message."
Magnus stared at Tubek and fell into silence.
Tuback knew immediately that his words had had an effect - he had whetted the appetite of the Lone-Eyed Giant.
Then, the Scarlet King thought for a moment, then turned to look at the wizards and gave the order.
"Take him to Sotirreth, the deepest cave on Tizka, and lock him in - remember to use your most powerful binding spell. He will lose his mind by wandering in the sky. He may be planning to do us harm.
"
Tubek's argument was choked by an idea in Magnus's throat.
"You don't need to thank me for my kindness."
The Scarlet King smiled and said:
"Remembering your good deeds in the past, I will spare your life."
When he said this, the frost in his words softened a little:
"You may think that I have forgotten you, but I have not. I still remember what you did when the wild wolves were raging. I still remember the past years when you stood by my side. I also understand that all the crazy words in your mouth are...
Out of faithful service to the Lord.”
Magnus stood up from the throne, his huge body smashed the thunder and stirred the surrounding space.
"The promotion is ahead, and we will all see the reality soon - and so will you, Tubek."
After receiving the order, the wizards raised their scepters and swords, guiding the evil fire drawn from the void and rushing towards Tubek.
The slaves who were burned in flames screamed in pain, and the heart-wrenching howls of ghosts and wolves turned into beautiful chants. Several light balls rose from the commotion and surrounded Tubek, carrying a powerful force of imprisonment.
Drag him towards the entrance of the hall.
During the struggle, his mask also slipped down, revealing a face full of curses - this is the curse of expulsion, a symbol of the exiles, and also their shame, which only Magnus can erase.
"My lord! My lord!!! You must hear it with your own ears! This has something to do with your brother! Your blood brother!!"
"etc."
The Scarlet King's expression suddenly changed, and the wizards immediately stopped moving after hearing his words.
Tubek struggled and crawled back to Magnus.
"My lord, this matter is of great importance."
Magnus thought for a moment, then raised a hand, and in an instant a transparent barrier covered the two of them.
"Okay, go ahead and say it, but you have to note that what you say next may be your last words in this world."
Tubek held his breath, nodded, and said solemnly:
"Sir, I met a man by chance in the Maelstrom Sector. He used to be the director of the Soul Drinker's think tank, but now he has escaped from the surveillance of the false emperor."