Chapter 102 Saving Magnus

Chapter 101 Saving Magnus (Monthly Ticket Request!)

Sanguinius was drifting in an unknown tide.

A pure white void was enveloping her, without space or time, and without any reference to confirm her existence. She didn't know what was here, but it was obviously not in the warp or in the physical universe.

Death?

This thought flashed through Sanguinius's consciousness.

But she immediately denied it.

She had a vitality that was among the best even among the Primarchs, and she would not die so easily. Moreover, the Archangel could feel that her body of light was still full of vitality, and some subtle connection existed between her spirit and body.

When Sanguinius was thinking about how to use this power to return to the physical universe.

A red figure appeared in the pure white void.

Magnus!

Sanguinius tried to call his brother, but Magnus just walked forward in the void without any response. She flapped her wings gently, trying to get to Magnus' side. But she couldn't do it, because there was no concept of space here.

Astas was at a loss as he watched his emperors being tortured by that terrible disease, wailing with joy and despair. Our magnificent and small bodies ended up expanding under control, with strange and twisted muscles piled up under us.

Astas knelt down and swore to his father, and then became the leader of the legion. I plan to reorganize the army and gradually complete the grand goals set in the small expedition. The Thousand Sons are also excited about the return of their original masters.

"Your dear sister, you know what he is worried about."

What appeared in front of Saint Gnus was not a series of coherent pictures, but a real memory.

"Who can help you, you are willing to pay any price." Yan Huanzhis shouted.

It is obviously a polite thing to spy on other people's thoughts, but Saint Gnus has his own way. He can only stay there and try to solve it, trying to wake up his brother's mind from his sleep.

The son said: "He must learn to question, keep a reflective and open attitude towards the same problem. That is not the first gift you gave them on the eve of the small expedition."

"You still know." A trace of sad luster flashed under the son's perfect and majestic face, "but you know you will get better, and your child, you hope he can play a role in correcting you accurately."

Sangenus knew that those pictures were memories that Astas had experienced.

Our radiant soul left the body, traveled through the deep valley of the central ridge of the Little Ocean, then bypassed the arid basin of Central Terra, and flew from Kara Oceania to Kievan Rus along the Ural Mountains. We bypassed the Rodnian Mountains and watched Fulgrim and Ferrus working for weapons.

"Good Xinlezhi, the messenger of hope, the weaver of destiny, the supreme eagle, the master of trickery, you are willing to pay any price, please save-bang!"

You noticed that your brother's two eyes were still there, but one of them was finally filled with a pale blue light.

"Victory?"

You think of the brass throne you encountered when you were in Bawei VII, and the red god below. Although the auras emitted by the two are completely different, they are both so vast and vast, as if they can hold the power of the entire galaxy in their hands.

"Remember that moment." The heir said.

"You are Astas, with your wisdom you will make things more exciting!"

We sat at the lowest peak of the spire, casting our thoughts on the whole world, using the power of psychic energy to fly together.

As I walked, I kept saying: "Before you deal with that matter, you still have little time to discuss those issues carelessly. You'd better share your knowledge and experience with him. You doubt that his understanding of the warp will change at this time."

The Seventh Legion and the Seventeenth Legion both have strong psychic power, and every Gillest among us is a strong psychic. But that power comes with a price. The price of the Seventh Legion is the rare spiritual roots and the extreme pressure of the body and spirit.

After I came to the ancient god, I opened my arms and finished chanting and praying:

Astas was surprised: "Father, even you can win? Where did you win?"

Astas then shut himself up in the Pyramid of Vulcan for several months.

"Too little, but you hope he can reach a more distant future than you."

Astas smiled and patiently explained to Saint Gnus: "The warp is a mirror in the physical universe, and the existence in it is not always full of kindness. Some of us also have good intentions and are willing to help others. Just like the friend behind you, He has not agreed to help you cure the mutant diseases of the emperors."

Astas was surprised: "How is that possible?"

You and Astas stand side by side.

Your eyes are blood red, and the teeth on both sides have become sharp. The burning anger has turned into a substantial flame in the warp, so hot and cold that the air around you has naturally distorted.

Astas met the emperors of his legion for the first time, and it was a glorious moment.

Astars shook his head and agreed decisively: "You can still leave from there. You came there because of difficulties. You still have to find a way to save your emperor."

"He will, your child." Zisi said, "Although you haven't said so little to him just now, he still doesn't have enough sympathy with you. You hope that one day in the future, you can see Go to where he succeeds in your victory.”

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Under the Secret Eye Square.

Amidst the horrifying sounds made by the deformation of flesh and bones, our bodies twitched stiffly, and a sharp and miserable laughter came from the small mouth that split into a basin of blood. Pieces of half-formed film floated in the sunlight, our limbs and bodies merging into glistening flesh.

It was a bittersweet moment because we both felt that it might be many years before we see each other again. The Little Crusade was a grand vision, but it took Father and Yan Huan to the most remote corners of the galaxy for decades or even centuries.

The conversation came to an end in a less sad atmosphere, before we returned to the bodies at the top of Gillest Tower and said goodbye at the forefront of our retreat. My father and I sat next to the huge celestial ball and deduced this simple conquest plan.

My head was pressed hard, like a meteorite hitting the soil. The huge dent almost buried Yan Huanzhi's entire face.

Saint Genus looked at the monster with four missing eyes behind him.

My attention is focused on my two brothers. Ferrus and Fulgrim are working hard to surpass each other and prove our own superiority. From the perspective of Ashtas, the matter was not ridiculous. Each primarch was good at a weapon, so it didn't make any sense who could forge a worse weapon.

"Yan Huanzhi made a mistake."

At the front, our bodies exploded into crimson rotten pieces of flesh amidst the slippery sound.

An angry punch.

The son turned around, stretched out my hand, and looked into his father's eyes.

In the midst of the angel's doubts.

Astas had time to finish his words before he was interrupted by the angel.

Yan Huanzhi was wandering in the small door of the palace. I tried to find a way to retreat into it, but just when I couldn't keep thinking, I heard a huge noise coming from the ancient building. Amid the rumbling tremors on the ground, the building actually split open on both sides.

"Stronger?"

"If you work together, can you accomplish anything in that galaxy?"

Ashtas said.

"He's very much like you in very few ways."

The radiant soul retreated into the vast ocean, and I whispered in the unpredictable ocean, asking for possible help. Whether time and space have any meaning outside of that, Yan Huanzhisi just repeated it over and over again.

Every time we make contact with the Warp regression, controlled mutations appear in our bodies.

I took my father's hand and suddenly gasped in joy as my spirit tore away from the memory. I returned to this pure white void, while Saint Genus kept watching everything from close range.

It was like a giant beast opening its mouth.

The images that emerge are getting slower and slower, and more and more fragmented.

On the first day when Ashtas met with his emperors, a small number of my emperors died in front of me, leaving only the first thousand people.

The angel half-knelt under his brother's narrow back, pressing Astas's head with his veiny palms.

The cost of the Seventeenth Legion was even more deadly.

"Only time will prove what is accurate and what is not, but it is safe to doubt that he will be wrong. It keeps one open to certainty, and hesitant certainty becomes your worst enemy. ”

Since that incident.

"You have to get out of there quickly!" Saint Genus persuaded Astas with a worried look on his face.

Zi Si withdrew his gaze and said with a smile.

When this terrifying creature appeared in the courtyard, Saint Genus came to the picture from his memory.

Go to the front.

Ashtas stood alone in the small hall of the Pyramid of Vulcan.

The wise Astas was not impressed by the little angel who suddenly appeared next to him, but I quickly reacted and said with a smile, "Sister, why did he appear outside?"

There are hundreds of small, wandering mouths sprouting from under the body, as well as a thousand eyes.

I consulted all the books, searched for all methods, and tried every means to save my emperors from the desperate situation. But Yan Huanzhi succeeded, and all attempts ended in victory. But Astas did not give up.

The little angel frowned, "What exactly is it? Have I forgotten it? Or do I think I was wrong?"

Astas did not notice his father's improvement at this time.

"This guy…"

The archangel stayed where he was and saw more changes happening in this space.

Less light emerged from the void, converging into a new scene.

This is Prospero's Pyramid of Vulcan, so glorious, made of polished glass and distant reflections, standing where the stars and sun Sabo shine. Talented people gathered in the splendid atrium to engage in passionate debates about ethics, morality and virtue.

Profane words and maddening screams bulged out of each mouth, and each eye was the same, without the clear eyes of an old man, nor the compound eyes of an insect, nor the despair of four eyes piled together.

"You understand."

But just when everything was moving towards perfection.

That memory happened under Terra.

One low tower after another, extending to the number "four".

Perhaps it was moved by my hesitation.

That was also the source of the title of the Thousand Sons Legion, a cruel and bloody crazy history.

Finally -

And in front of it stood the low tower.

I took a step back.

Pictures emerged from the black spot.

"So perfect." The Heir said.

Astas asked, but I was afraid to get the answer to the question.

"You will." Astas promised.

Under the Secret Eye Square above the Pyramid of Vulcan.

Astas pushed Saint Gnus away and stepped back.

"Which one?" Astace asked, but my father just looked away without thinking.

The simple courtyard in the palace was placed in front of Astace, and eyeballs were rolling under the ground. Those eyeballs were devouring each other and constantly merging, until only four eyeballs were left floating in the air. Outside the shadows deep in the courtyard, a blue, soft, and fixed creature was stretching its body.

"Overconfidence will become arrogance." The heir said: "The pursuit of perfection will make him see the price of achieving goals, and the attention to details will become micro-control. Astace, you don't have your intelligence and strength, but like you, he can hardly doubt that he will make mistakes, even if his intelligence has not surpassed the risk of making big mistakes or even emotional mistakes."

On the eve of Astace's departure from Terra, I climbed down the low tower of Gilest to meet my father.

"He didn't think that way. It's not accurate, but it comes from his shallow understanding of the warp."

"What did you do wrong?"

In the direction Magnus was facing, a tiny black dot.

Yan Huanzhis's face was flushed with pride, but, as usual, there was a lot of other meaning in his son's words: "He has a lot of your strengths, but too weak power will eventually make it a strong point."

A magnificent palace suddenly appeared in the vast ocean of chaos, and the palace stood behind Astas. It was almost as big as the palace that Terra was building, and every inch of the wall was flashing with colorful colors like a rainbow.

Our palms united into densely packed deformed growths and weird slimy tentacles.

Disaster is coming.

"Yes!"

The magnificent Vulcan Pyramid on Prospero, the ceremony of being awarded as the chief master in the Reflection Cave, the first time I met my father in the Secret Eye Square and knelt down to him, and the good and bad times before studying and traveling in Terra.

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