Standing in the corridor in front of the secret room protected by the sigil of Sosmeth, Magnus could see Ahriman's deep and gloomy face, which was a typical Achaemenid face.
, under the bare outer skin are very three-dimensional facial features, which make the eyes appear too sunken into the face, and the nose is large and pointed.
Under the flickering light, Ahriman's face looked like smooth tree bark.
"Yes, Ahriman, my son."
"It's all over."
Magnus could hear his own voice, which was the sound of ambition after escaping the catastrophe, and the confidence he built to inspire his heirs.
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The screams and wails that Magnus heard were the last screams for help that Cozot made when he was crushed to death.
"Yes, I will have a way in the future."
【Then forget it.】
【save?】
【I said, just forget it.】
The bursts of blood that Magnus felt were exactly the bursts of blood that burst out when Cozot was crushed into pieces by him.
It seemed to be looking at something, but it just smiled sarcastically.
【No, I just delayed the end.】
The Primarch raised his head. His face was completely occupied by pain and confusion. His eyes were trembling as he looked at his hands and the endless blood that belonged to his descendants.
"You helped me save my legion!"
This pathetic guy has become a complete monster, and he is tightly held in the hands of his genetic father, almost unconsciously being kneaded, beaten and crushed. Morgan can even see those bones and
How the skin was slowly crushed into pieces by Magnus' power in an unconscious whisper.
Magnus wanted to kill her.
"I still have time..."
The self-confidence and arrogance that I have always had are just a flashy sandcastle built on forgetfulness and self-deception. Even the first wave of reality is enough to completely destroy it.
She reached out her hand, first touched it cautiously, and then gently extracted some. Then, she heard crying, and saw the original gene trembling and falling down, muttering to herself that she had solved the flesh and blood mutation.
great deeds.
She used her own power to usurp the depths of the other person's heart. She used this power to become a once-in-a-lifetime confidant and confidant in front of Perturabo.
Yes...the bet...the stakes are...
When Magnus roared the words "Of course", the power in his body expanded uncontrollably, completely ending the life of this poor Thousand Sons warrior.
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"No...no...no..."
Magnus screamed this truth with all his strength, and the Primarch only heard a sound similar to bones and flesh being crushed.
Magnus said to himself, maybe he didn't listen to more of Morgan's words at all, he just simply grabbed the one or two words, the words he needed.
And in the dead silence, even the slightest sound is enough to disturb Magnus.
"Okay, then let's not mention this matter again."
Magnus' soul.
"But...but the flesh and blood mutated..."
【Forget it, forget this matter.】
"I'm sorry for not saving your brother, but everything is over now, Ahriman, even if the possibility of a stable future is only one in ten trillion, I have already seized this probability, and nothing will happen again.
The Thousand Sons Legion is completely safe."
[Looks like you swore not to harm any of your sons?]
Morgan took a step back slightly, and she began to wonder what the current state of the gene source was.
【I am waiting for you.】
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The Primarch gradually became immersed in his own persuasion, while Morgan looked at other things.
Magnus slowly raised his hand, with unimaginable psychic power roaring on it. He kept talking to himself, as if he was questioning himself, and seemed to be questioning Morgan.
【That will work out, right?】
It was only now that Magnus woke up from a dream. He finally regained the thinking logic belonging to the original gene from the impact of the sight and words in front of him.
[Of course you did nothing wrong. You didn't do anything wrong. It was just an illusion, just a haze accumulated by non-existent nightmares. 】
At this moment, facing the original body's deadly attack preparations, Morgan's heart was only occupied by an unimaginable cold thought.
Magnus had no ability to save the Thousand Sons and curb the mutation of flesh and blood. He just bumped around in the subspace like a headless fly, and finally obtained a grace, a good medicine at a huge price.
Morgan repeated her words, and she began to see an illusory figure staggering around Magnus, as if it was a engraved, virtual Magnus.
【And now, the end has come.】
[It is useless to plead, Magnus, when you and I complete this deal, it is destined to end at this time, if not now, then one day in the future.]
When Magnus got this reason, he almost immediately started talking to himself more, comforting himself and enjoying the future, just like he had done before: let it all start from his
Vanished from memory, uses his psychic powers to do this.
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"No! I have never made such a deal with you! I would not trade my son for anything!"
There was only despair in the Primarch's voice, and those dust-laden memories flooded in like a tide.
Morgan held her scepter, and she felt an unimaginable dangerous aura coming from the Primarch in front of her.
The voice was almost exhausted, and Magnus lowered his head almost in hindsight. It took him a while to remember the name Cozot, and then he couldn't remember it anymore. He couldn't remember it at all.
There is no logical connection between the inconspicuous offspring and this abominable flesh monster.
【this is not your fault.】
"You...it's you..."
Then, Morgan looked down, and she finally saw the scene in front of her clearly.
Morgan's voice was very soft, but it was almost forceful. One of her arms slowly suppressed the psychic energy of Magnus's fingertips, while the other was on the broad back and neck of the Primarch.
Wander.
"There is no need to mention it anymore, it has been completely wiped out by me, just like the legions destroyed on the ancient battlefield, like the crown rolling down in the burning palace, no one will sing about them anymore, their
History is over and is not happening anywhere."
As Morgan gradually walked in, she found that the false snake was gradually disappearing, and the moment it completely disappeared, she only saw a strange smile.
【……】
【Is it……】
The sharp and piercing scream filled Magnus's ears, piercing Magnus's eardrums and mind mercilessly. He only saw the burning Prospero and Tizca, his
The children and legions struggled in vain in the flames. They became monsters in the distortion, and thousands of them fell under the gunpoint.
Ahriman's eyes were blazing, and there was an unconvincing scrutiny in them, but after a brief look into the eyes of the father of genes, he finally lowered his head.
"Father...save..."
[Your legion will fall apart, your kingdom will burn, and everything you do will be remembered in the minds of thousands of people in the name of failure and rebellion!]
"You can forget it, you can throw it away, you can put it away - of course you can."
"I...did nothing wrong."
She knew that when Magnus woke up again, he would know nothing and he would run away from the problem again, just like he had done before.
【It’s not your fault.】
Morgan stepped forward firmly and arrogantly, which only made the Primarch hesitate.
The huge Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion was kneeling on the ground at this time. He lowered his head, trembling from time to time, and kept telling his worries about the future and the present.
She saw a piece of armor, a piece of armor that was empty and abandoned. The patterns and carvings on it showed that its owner was a son of Magnus.
"Please...please! I beg you! No!"
Like an alcoholic who refuses to welcome something, he just needs a valid reason to take the first drink.
"Father."
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But now, after seeing clearly Magnus's heart, there was no fear in Morgan's pupils.
"Leave it to the future, leave it to the Great Expedition, I will find a solution..."
I see……"
[That day will eventually come, Magnus, you are just a moth flying into the fire, and there will eventually be a moment when you burn yourself up.]
【It's none of your business.】
"Yes...it's none of my business."
None of this is an illusion.
"certainly!"
【Leave it to the future, you will find a way.】
The voice laughed. It swam like a real giant snake, but did not move forward or backward at all. When it saw a silver-white figure emerge from the crack behind Magnus,
, it smiled even more cheerfully.
Of course he can do it.
[Magnus from Prospero, you have enjoyed falsehood for so long, for so long, now it is time to witness true reality.]
That was the soul that belonged to the Primarch. When his will was so fragile and wavering, his soul was obviously not better protected.
[Magnus, this is not your fault.]
And the son of Magnus is here, specifically in the hands of Magnus.
"Mutual changes in flesh and blood..."
She spoke.
"Father."
"I ended the curse carried in the gene seeds and reorganized the harmony of the Legion's flesh and blood. Forget about this matter. Do not mention them again. Do not mention them to anyone, not even the Emperor...my father."
"What should I do...what's going on...what should I do..."
Magnus's eyes suddenly widened, and his will suddenly woke up from a deep sleep, and he realized that he was in a gambling game.
He remembered.
"Father--!"
And the owner of this armor...is on the side.
[Relax, forget about it, let the blood on your hands cease to exist. They have nothing to do with you. You know nothing and remember nothing. You lost a son of the Legion and he was involved in the subspace.
Among the endless waves.]
"What's going on... what should I do... what's going on... what should I do?"
"…………"
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Morgan could only feel it in those huge, desolate pupils...
This scene was so real. Magnus tried in vain to grab something. His hands were tightly packed, but he only heard harsh shouts filling every inch around him, but he only felt the sticky blood.
Full of hands and fingertips.
Magnus's eyes seemed to be awakened by the blood and bones on his hands, and he seemed to realize what he was doing, so when his eyes slowly moved to Morgan.
Then, his mouth became dry subconsciously, because he immediately figured out what the words of the monster in front of him meant.
Magnus placed his large hand on Ahriman's shoulder.
Killing intent.
[You still have time, you still have a chance, there is no need to rush now, it is not the last moment yet.]
She grabbed Magnus' arm and pressed it down slowly but unquestionably.
"Yes, father, I believe you."
"……What?"
[You don’t need to feel guilty, you don’t need to be responsible, no matter what happens, it’s not your fault, it’s not your original intention or thought.]
He will escape again and again until the problem becomes an inescapable nightmare.
But what does that have to do with her?
Morgan just raised his staff high and slowly extended a sharp blade from the end of the staff.