Like the luckiest of his brothers, Lord Prospero's first half of life was smooth sailing. After being swept away by the storm of the warp, this earliest enlightened person among the primarchs also wandered.
into the endless galaxy, and finally crashed together with his cultivation capsule in the square of the city of Tizca in Prospero's world: this is a city where the residents are mainly cloistered scholars and escaped psykers.
In a remote world, Magnus, who was different from ordinary people, was almost immediately adopted by local scholars.
This kind of childhood may not be comparable to Guilliman's wealth and nobility as a prince, nor to the transcendence of Sanguinius being enshrined as the son of God, but it is better than stability and fitness. Magnus's smooth learning and
As he grew up, when he became the greatest scholar, he naturally became the leader of his home planet.
The next step is to clear out the psychic beasts that have been rampant on Prospero for a long time, explore, regain and reshape the once great city, take over the research work that has troubled more than a dozen generations, observe and actually go deep into the subspace and immediately
Became a master in the field…
What's more, relying on his own powerful spiritual power, Lord Prospero was able to communicate with his genetic father at the soul level early in the morning, when the Emperor's fleet was still heading towards Magnus' hometown.
, father and son have long become friends who explore unknown areas together.
And Magnus would not have imagined that the first big problem in his life came from his father: the Emperor brought the Thousand Sons Legion, a great army that inherited the blood of Magnus.
Under his words, the Primarch and his descendants reunited and vowed to protect each other with their lives and honor.
All went well, and the Emperor soon left Prospero, and just as the Lord of Man's fleet disappeared from Mandeville Point, a vision occurred among the scions of Magnus.
He did not underestimate the enemy, but these pitiful opponents who did not hide their malice were only worthy of the Primarch's attitude.
At least, in subspace, this is possible.
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The already weakened flesh and blood mutation came back, flooding again in the blink of an eye. Magnus watched in horror as the heir who had just reunited with him continued to twist, struggle, and die wailing. He tried his best to chant.
Psychic powers and spells were in vain. Hundreds of Thousand Sons warriors lost their lives in just one night. The situation became extremely critical in an instant: if Magnus could no longer do anything, he would
Lose your own legion within a few days.
He would rather escape.
This choice was correct, at least from the results. Magnus finally succeeded in saving his legion. He gained strength through a transaction, saved a thousand heirs, and saved the last fire.
Magnus wandered in front of this building, hesitating whether to find an entrance, but just as he was thinking hard, he heard the most violent noise, and saw that this huge building actually cracked open on its own.
, starting from its physical middle, just like a giant beast opening its mouth, the walls of the palace were torn apart on both sides, revealing a complex courtyard - but a new wall was immediately created in the next moment
, tightly covering the interior of the palace. The time between this was so short that even with the perception of the original gene, Magnus could not see clearly what was inside. He even only felt that there was still something inside the wall.
wall.
【Oh, what is it, an interesting philosophical nonsense.】
"enough!"
The emperor's son waved his palm, and the sharp red light swept out like a storm. It was a terrifying energy that even a hundred Thousand Sons could not release with their combined efforts, but it was just the most random offensive of the Primarch.
Before Magnus could think more, everything was over. He only saw a palace split into a courtyard in front of his eyes. He could vaguely see a maze inside. Then, he saw the maze.
All kinds of eyeballs are constantly emerging from it. They fly out or roll out and pile up in the courtyard. In the blink of an eye, this vast space that can accommodate tens of thousands of troops is covered by endless eyes.
crowded.
Magnus scolded sternly. This sound wave contained endless power, freezing all hostile creatures in an instant. He then raised his hand and patted it, and the tens of thousands of troops were like the scorching sun in early spring.
The falling snow flakes melted away quickly.
That... thing laughed, not just the deformed mouth, but its nine pupils, all of which had slits and sharp teeth. It laughed in unison, and
From this laughter came ravens and deformed eagles.
Magnus did not stop along the way, nor did he send out more thoughts for investigation and planning. After all, fundamentally speaking, although this place was dangerous, it could not threaten his Primarch.
"……what do you?"
He heard howls and lamentations, and heard the tearing sound of sharp blades rolling through those meaningless and miserable bodies. Sounds like this continued with the Primarch's continuous offensive, but to no avail: whenever these hostile creatures
When the small individual falls, three, five or even more will fill its place, and they will gather more and more like this, until the rustling sound fills every inch of the Primarch's perception.
But although forgetting and escaping can clear memories from the mind, they cannot clear the reality that really existed. As long as this reality still exists, it may create new memories and make a comeback.
But this playful victory could not make the Primarch feel proud at all. Instead, he keenly sensed that more hostility had gathered from all directions. It seemed that he had indeed reached the depths of the subspace, which was full of weird things.
crisis.
The eyeballs did not stop their activities. They rolled and piled up. They grew huge mouths and teeth one after another, roaring and devouring each other. Thousands of eyeballs were seen in the first moment of this war.
Then they were eaten up, and those short-lived victors quickly fell into a new fight.
The Primarch's consciousness swept across the vast space around him, and he could feel that countless light points of consciousness were gathering in places far or near. They were somewhat similar to those beings called guardian elves by his descendants.
Like, but completely opposite in many aspects: for example, the undisguised hostility.
The Primarch spoke with difficulty, resisting the instinct to start a fight with this monster immediately, because his mind told him that it would be a difficult and hopeless battle, although he did not believe that he would lose.
The Primarch's steps left a red trace, and he quickly disappeared without noticing at all. Those so-called hostility disappeared without a trace shortly after he set off, and only the place where he had fought was left.
A string of weird and long laughter.
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Magnus had no time to fight, and he finally found a direction that did not exude dangerous atmosphere. The consciousness of the Primarch turned into a ray of crimson light and flew towards the chosen direction: he needed a quiet corner, a place where he could
Let him calm down and plan a safe area for magic circles and spells to find his lost followers.
The eyeball opened.
Until the ninth moment, Magnus only saw an eyeball shaking in front of him, with nine dark blue pupils floating on it. They kept moving all the time, without any rules.
The end of the Primarch's journey was not some remote place without any trace, on the contrary, there stood an incomprehensible palace, which almost took away all of Magnus's attention in an instant.
For example, right now, he is being targeted.
Magnus smiled contemptuously.
The Primarch's face was livid, and he even felt a little nauseous.
Finally, the Primarch grew tired of it.
【Hello, Magnus.】
The Primarch was a little irritable, no, very irritable.
This irritability not only comes from the depression of accidentally capsizing the boat in the sewer, but also the uneasiness of being unable to contact his descendants. Although it seems that he is the one alone, Magnus is more worried about the Thousand Sons.
and Morgan's safety.
From the perspective of the Primarch, although the subspace can indeed be called a comfortable and calm ocean, just like the real ocean, it will also roll up waves and whirlpools, and there will also be ferocious man-eating beasts lurking. Those unconscious people in the subspace
The fluctuations of his soul are just as dangerous, and in its most obscure depths, there are also some ancient, dangerous and incommunicable terrifying creatures lurking.
This is a huge building, so huge that no mortal would believe its existence. It is almost as huge as the palace under construction on Holy Terra. Every inch of the outer wall is a geometrically independent individual, and
It exudes a brilliant light like a rainbow, and further back there are tall towers, one after another, extending to the number [nine].
He doesn't want to believe it, he would rather forget it.
But Magnus had long forgotten the content of the transaction. It was not a passive thing, but an active act. Magnus paid something in that transaction, something more precious than his eyeballs.
Excellent Wisdom was vaguely aware of this, but he didn't believe it.
Magnus thought of his father, but then he also thought of the Emperor's paranoia for the pure blood of mankind and his hatred of any mutation. He hesitated, and finally chose to go deep into the subspace.
"I am everything, the son of the pathetic provocateur, I am everything in your pathetic dream, your arrogance, your dreams, your pursuits, your desires, the great kingdoms and careers you hoped for and built,
I am the immortal poems you have conceived to be sung, so I am nothing, because your dreams and future are just a wisp of ashes, meaningless.]
[I was born in the past that did not exist, and appeared at the moment when the future was erased. I have had thousands of names and titles, but they became obsolete the moment they were spoken. I have had thousands of names and titles.
There are tens of thousands of essences and true names, but they were discarded the moment they appeared. I have no name, no essence, and I am not a representative of any existence or truth, because I am changing, eternally changing into another appearance, from one
From the legendary creator to another mythical destroyer, it is just a momentary difference in your eyes. They are indistinguishable and different things.]
[Of course, if you have to find a name for me from your barren and meager consciousness, you can call me...]