Ahriman squinted his eyes, pursed his chin, and walked around Morgan in circles.
He first carefully inspected Morgan's limbs and bones with his eyes, and then carefully extended the tentacles woven with psychic energy, tirelessly touching Morgan's sea of soul, testing it over and over again.
Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's indeed okay."
"You're lucky."
The Sons of Magnus finally came to this conclusion.
【It may also be that you are too nervous.】
Morgan showed a vain smile. She really felt that Ahriman was too nervous. The most outstanding descendant of Magnus came to her from the edge of the galaxy almost non-stop. He even hugged Luther.
There was a kind of cold alienation, which made the latter a little embarrassed.
Nemir felt his heart skip a beat.
"Maybe this is the original body."
"But don't expect to be able to recall these things in the future. Brainwashing is necessary, especially since the First Legion used a lot of treasures in this battle. Just wait, it won't be long before those First Legion think tanks
They will come in droves, they call these [little necessary steps]."
Ahriman touched his chin. Morgan's few words could not help but bring back his memories. When he thought of those days on Holy Terra, he did feel enjoyment.
At least there won't be any trouble in the future.
"It was just a new recruit at that time, nothing like that."
Very good, it looks like the surgery was successful.
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[So, what is the purest original body like? 】
【Have you cooperated with many legions? That was really an interesting experience.】
"In this way, that world has been maintained in a nearly stable situation for hundreds of years: aliens who control absolute wealth and power live at the highest peak, humans who surrender to the aliens join the [army] or [enterprise], and
Below them are ordinary, worthless people living on the worst food and cheap entertainment."
"nervous?"
"He even trusts those mortals more... Oh, I'm not talking about you, Morgan, I mean, he seems to trust the [mortal wisdom and power] he talks about more."
Memory removal is a very wonderful method, and its impact on psykers is even higher.
He continued to stare at the surveillance camera until Morgan and Ahriman disappeared completely, then he began to check the ancient relics in front of him. After a lot of effort, Nemir was sure that the one in front of him could block most psykers.
The sensory monitoring equipment is still operating normally, and there is absolutely no chance of Morgan discovering it.
"The Sixth Army and the Eighth Army are both clichés, so I won't go into them. The Ninth Army used to be its own group, and we were not very familiar with it; the Third Army was dying and almost wiped out its establishment; the Sixteenth Army was pretty good.
Horus is indeed a very capable figure..."
"It is said that he has a handsome appearance and a convincing voice and temperament. He is only slightly inferior to Sanguinius, but he is indeed a true untouchable. As we all know, untouchables make everyone feel instinctive
Disgusted, psyker or not."
Ahriman felt curious and amused. He straightened his back and was the first to greet him.
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"It is said... this is true. It is said that the Eleventh Primarch had some minor conflicts with the Emperor. His home planet suffered too much loss in the war. In order to restore productivity as quickly as possible, he seemed to have adopted
Something... something the Emperor would not be too happy to see..."
Nemir thought for a while and classified this as a subconscious leak from the psyker.
"It's just the blind worship of mortals."
Ahriman sneered.
"Few people know what happened after that. They only know that about ten years later, the most noble alien overlords suddenly began to die one after another. They kept mentioning an [invisible] opponent. It is said that all psychic perceptions are invisible to him.
There is no effect, he is like a natural [witchcraft killer], any psyker is like a blind man in front of him."
"These are the Dark Angels. As early as a hundred years ago, when they were still on Holy Terra, and they were still called the First Legion or the Seraph Army, I had already fought side by side with them. What were they like?
I know best."
Morgan just followed with a smile, but after Ahriman gradually walked away, she slightly turned her head and glanced at the dark corner of the corridor.
Out of friendship and habit, when Morgan tilted his head and asked a question, Ahriman answered without hesitation.
[For scholars, the greatest beauty in the world is to explore the unknown, and each Astartes Legion is a completely different field. There is no difference between fighting side by side with them and exploring an unknown ocean. 】
The Thousand Sons Captain let out a sharp, strange laugh. He looked around cautiously, and then silently sent out a mocking message through his psychic energy.
Ahriman clearly remembered that he had undergone a memory removal operation, but when he thought about why it was done, he only felt a sense of emptiness, as if a sinkhole had been dug out of his mind.
.
"but……"
Ahriman rubbed his head, enjoying himself. Then, he saw Morgan push away as well, his hair was draped a little loosely on his shoulders, his steps were a little frivolous, he took two steps with great reluctance, and leaned next to him.
on the wall.
"For some legions... or most of them, it's actually better not to think about them anymore."
【how do I say this?】
He has a headache.
Ahriman snorted slightly. He seemed to want to express his disdain, but his uneasy fingers still exposed the reality in his heart.
Ahriman rambled for a while, then he seemed to remember something and couldn't help but shake his head.
"Follow me, don't be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of."
There was resentment in Ahriman's voice, but Morgan just watched in silence as the last battleship disappeared into the light of Mandeville Point.
"After all, who said these arrogant bastards are really that good at fighting? Things that they can't solve must be the most troublesome, and no one can do it. You are really lucky this time, you have to finish everything
The earth is back."
Then, he took out the clipboard and wrote Morgan's name: This is his new mission, to find a "powerful" and "convenient" opponent for the "Lion"'s anti-psychic training.
The two psykers stood in front of the huge porthole, witnessing a faint blue light in the dark starry sky. This was the Mandeville Point being activated, transporting the first batch of ships to leave this galaxy.
Morgan's eyes flashed with color, and Ahriman saw the element of envy, which made him feel proud.
"That's quite correct."
"The purest original body doesn't seem to be very accustomed to fighting side by side with other legions. He even..."
"They're coming."
Ahriman's voice became a little deeper.
Ahriman was speaking, but Morgan was clearly more interested in something else in his words.
"Actually, when the Fifteenth Legion was established, the Unification War had already ended. We only participated in a few battles sporadically, as deputies to other legions. The legion's main journey was still the Great Expedition."
"These guys are the most ruthless eagle dogs and the most cunning big cats. They are a group of unprofitable bastards. If they need your cooperation to do something, it will definitely not be a good thing, because every one of them
He has the loneliest quirk, even if he is bruised and bruised, he will not reveal his situation to any friendly forces."
"Then we parted ways."
Let his genetic father make the decision.
"how do you feel?"
Then, he looked at the stars of Sabis. He was very sure that he had just fought here, but the specific scenes of those battles...he couldn't remember them.
"Until the most [pure] Primarch comes."
They were silent for a while.
Luther was on top. He had to board the first ship to leave here and return to the office of Geyemara Fortress as quickly as possible, where the position and mission entrusted to him by the Lion King were.
"On that day, the war began."
"This situation lasted for about five to six Terran standard months, until one day, the tallest building in the central hive was blown up, and the Eleventh Primarch started a live broadcast to the world, and publicly executed those who controlled it.
The wizarding overlord of the most massive megacorporations.”
"The number of these aliens is actually not large, but with their powerful witchcraft, advanced technology and tacit understanding between each other, they have enslaved billions of humans to become their slaves for generations, in order to consolidate
They rule, provoke wars, and even build mining stations and strongholds on other worlds."
[Even the Dark Angels, they are indeed fighting alongside other legions.]
Nemir was amused by his own thoughts.
"For those mortals without psychic powers, this may be true, but for psychics like us, he is extremely dangerous. Even the Navigator family is unwilling to station representatives in his fleet.
, and don’t know how they navigate the subspace.”
At this point, Ahriman's voice gradually calmed down. He also realized that this was not something to talk about. Moreover, he also sensed that at the other end of the corridor, some individuals who also exuded psychic energy were approaching.
Get close to them.
[The purest original body and his descendants?]
"So when they take the initiative to look for foreign aid, it only means that the situation is really so bad that if they get involved, they will be injured or even wiped out."
There was a hint of envy in Ahriman's voice.
Ahriman touched his head.
"pure?"
Ahriman changed the subject.
So what happened to that cold aura that I felt just now?
"It is said that it did not land in the nest, but was picked up by a wandering human clan in the desert."
But this did not prevent Morgan from having a pleasant conversation with him in the past. Not only did she get Luther's personal contact information, but she also memorized a few words of Caliban's dialect.
Unless she is a primarch.
"After all, that one is the [Witch Killer], and he has killed more psykers than we have ever seen."
"It is said that the Emperor acquiesced to his excessive actions because of this... What a ridiculous statement..."
"He landed in a world with very advanced technology. The surface of that world was covered with huge hives and automated factories. Whenever night fell, the light of neon lights and electronic screens would illuminate the entire sky. In fact, that world
It is the core of a small interstellar empire, and the vast majority of the population above is human."
"Weird, isn't it?"
"To be more precise, it is an extremely loose alliance composed of many different types of alien witchcraft overlords who possess psychic powers. They rule the hives and factories in that world. Some of them are the simplest
, exist as the overlord of one side, and have formed huge profit-making enterprises, monopolizing the output of certain products or energy, and their sphere of influence can even include several hives, provoking huge-scale wars."
Ahriman smiled sarcastically and waved his hand, but there was a trace of arrogance mixed with memories on his face.
"But speaking of these legions, the one I personally care about the most is the Eleventh Legion."
[Strong enough to single-handedly carry a front against the Ran Dan Empire? 】
"Why do you think so?"
He took a deep breath subconsciously, and then stared at the screen more carefully: the mortal named Morgan didn't seem to have anything unusual. She quietly followed the back of the team and went to perform memory removal.
"When the Emperor's fleet arrived a few years later, the entire world was completely in the hands of humanity. All the xenos were crushed by them, and their CEO was the genetic father of the Eleventh Legion.
."
"But its ruler is...an alien."
"In short, he also joined the Great Crusade, and the Eleventh Legion quickly rose to become a great army comparable to the Dark Angels and the Luna Wolves. Some of their advanced technologies in the field are enough to make even the Iron Hands
They feel envy and jealousy, and their other specialty is that they may not be very friendly to people like you and me."
There were originally several more tests to be conducted, but the glimpse just now convinced Nemir that this silver-haired psyker had definitely met the standard in terms of [power].
As for the rest…
"Actually, when we were in Holy Terra, we had a pretty good relationship with the Eleventh Legion. We were both a legion with no characteristics, and we fought side by side a few times. However, after the Great Crusade, we awakened our spiritual powers.
And the Eleventh Legion has found their primarch."
[I didn’t know before that you are a veteran who has served since the Terra Unification War.]
The Thousand Son leaned against the wall of the corridor, lazily watching the unchanging shadow outside the window, trying hard to adjust and adapt to the aftermath in his mind.