Chapter 264： The Age of Myth Revival (Subscription required)

Chapter 264 The Age of Myth Revival (Subscribe)

"My Lord." A voice interrupted Magnus's imagination.

Turning around following the voice, Magnus saw Ahriman who had been expelled by him in the past.

The other party was holding a scepter as usual, wearing the set of gold and red armor, and the giant eye emblem on the chest scattered the swaying subspace shimmer.

was walking in from outside the hall, saluted respectfully, and greeted his genetic father.

Magnus put away the smile on his face, and stared indifferently at the heir who had been expelled by him in the past.

The battle of Learning Star made Ahriman suffer a lot.

Who would have thought that the digital loyal Primarch would attack at that time.

Perturabo, Fulgrim and the others didn't even have a chance to escape, so they were taken away in one go.

It's like a reenactment of the Landing Field massacre of yesteryear.

It's just that the roles of the two parties have been reversed.

Ariman was lucky. Guilliman and many loyal Primarchs focused on the Demon Primarch, allowing him to escape from the Star of Knowledge.

Otherwise, he would now be in prison on Terra with many Daemon Primarchs.

After escaping from Learning Star, Ahriman's subordinates also suffered heavy casualties, and they were only one step away from the polished commander.

Realizing that the rise of the empire had taken shape, and he was weak, Ahriman returned to Magnus' side.

Magnus, who suffered a great loss in Pharos, also realized that if he wanted to defeat Guilliman, he had to let go of his old arrogance and accept every power that could help him.

Only in this way can we fight against Guilliman's army.

Otherwise, relying on the strength of the current empire, fighting alone, will definitely repeat the fate of the other brothers.

It is inevitable to add another member to Terra Prison.

Ahriman's fault is irreparable.

Magnus wasn't going to forgive him.

The scarlet letter incident was too bad. He was not killed at the beginning because Tzeentch personally ordered him to spare his life.

Otherwise, Ahriman would have been reduced to ashes in his anger.

Right now, solving the threat posed by Guilliman is far more important than punishing Ahriman.

For this reason, it is not unacceptable to accept Ahriman first.

"What is it?" Magnus said indifferently.

"The nine-storied pagoda ceremony has been prepared." Faced with Magnus's change of face, Ahriman remained respectful.

Being expelled by Magnus, Ahriman never complained.

The mistake of the scarlet letter incident in the past caused Qianzi to lose so many brothers, killing him would not be an exaggeration.

"Very well, it's time for Guilliman to pay the price." Magnus' voice echoed in the throne room.

The wizards and scarlet warriors standing in the hall could feel the majestic mana and will of their masters from the words.

Magnus stretched out his broad palm, and the light gathered in his hand, weaving it into a scepter.

After sublimation in the subspace, Magnus's scepter is as ever-changing as he himself, and can be summoned by him at will.

Now it is a gilded scepter of ingenious design, which complements the Primarch's magnificent armor.

"The nine-fold silver tower from the mysterious realm of the Lord of Change will accomplish the grand goal of human sublimation." Magnus rubbed the scepter in his hand and smiled.

All the humiliation suffered on Pharos will be returned to Guilliman in double.

Making human beings a psychic race, closely integrated with the subspace, is the only salvation for this race.

Magnus will allow mankind to complete this redemption, and the nine-storied pagoda ceremony was born for this.

As long as this ritual is completed, every human soul will be submerged in the vast ocean of the warp, revealing its own essence.

Even the dullest mortal can easily master witchcraft and magic.

Magnus is willing to call it the era of Magnus, the era of the revival of mythology.

He stood up, and with the movement of the scepter in his hand, the four walls of the hall disappeared without a trace, revealing the devastated land stretching to the sky under their feet.

"A brand-new psychic empire will stand on the ruined kingdom of the corpse emperor. Guilliman will realize how big the gap is between me and him, and he will not be able to bridge this gap even if he spends all his life."

Most of Prospero’s area had already been turned into a wasteland composed of scorched brown glass in the terrible accident thousands of years ago.

Now, the war-torn planet is somewhat inhabited.

The withered mountains and dry tidal flats are surrounded by all kinds of buildings emitting shimmering spiritual energy.

Slave barracks and tall crystals stand on the surface.

The assembly line factory and armory were built, roaring.

The majestic temples standing all around store the knowledge books collected by Magnus for thousands of years.

Since ten thousand years ago, the wolves have burned Prospero.

Magnus never stopped working on rebuilding his homeland.

The reconstructed Prospero is completely different from the old days.

There are no gilded spires, nor are there beautiful and spectacular crystal pyramids.

The world is in the service of war

turned into the iron felt in the hands of Magnus, producing weapons for endless wars.

This is undoubtedly an irony of fate.

The former star of the scholar has become the mother nest of war, implying that only war lasts forever in the galaxy.

Magnus' plan has been advanced for a long time.

The number of psykers in the empire has skyrocketed, largely due to his stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

The light of the human soul in the warp is getting stronger and stronger.

As long as the nine-story pagoda ceremony is completed, the thing that the emperor of the past feared most will happen.

Humanity will become a brand new psionic race.

"The promotion is about to begin." Magnus said in a self-admired tone: "The era of the corpse emperor is about to end, and the era of Magnus is about to begin. I will bring wisdom to mankind and save them from ignorance. Fish out of the quagmire to light their way, magic will permeate every world, and myths will repeat themselves."

Ariman watched Magnus who was imagining the future with respectful eyes, and glanced at the throne hall from the corner of his eye.

Beneath the throne of Magnus, a group of skinny people are suffering.

Their bodies were tied to the roaring machinery by iron chains with runes attached, and they were tightly bound, with no possibility of escape.

Ornate siphon pipes gag their mouths, turning their screams into a reverberating chant.

This is an extremely cruel meaning, squeezing the life force of these people, and the broken soul and flesh and blood make them extremely painful.

Magnus claims to save mankind in the horrible kingdom of the corpse king.

But everyone knows that the opportunity for promotion never belongs to the majority.

It is the privilege of the few.

Those valuable souls can settle down in the new kingdom created by Magnus.

Untalented, lowly, untouchable untouchables clearly not up to the mark.

Ahriman continued to speak after Magnus finished admiring his masterpiece.

"According to the information passed back by some believers, the corpse emperor's troops are preparing to deal with us." Ahriman said: "Dante has received Guilliman's authorization and is gathering a large-scale army."

"Those poor, stupid guys, they are still fighting for the corpse emperor. Then let them come, this will be their burial place. Before they die, they will see the corpse emperor's empire crumble little by little, witness a The coming of my time." Magnus said: "Go, Ahriman, you will take the lead, gather those psykers, forge those weapons and vehicles with the power of the warp, and summon powerful demons as servants, Annihilate the corpse king's army. I can't wait to see Guilliman's horror and anxiety when he hears the news of the annihilation."

Ahriman nodded, then turned and walked out.

Members of the cabal followed closely behind him.

Magnus sat back on his throne and continued to travel to the high heavens, looking forward to the era that belonged to him.

Vast void.

A tattered ship broke free from the warp, got rid of those evil light whiskers, and entered the real universe.

On the bridge, several men and women with tired faces were looking at the star map in front of them, and the pale light shone on their faces.

"We will be able to reach our destination after another week of sailing." A man said excitedly: "We can finally get rid of the control of the empire, and we are about to enter the paradise that belongs to people like us."

"Having talent is not a fault. We obviously have such outstanding abilities, but we are not allowed to get the corresponding status. The empire has long been decayed and is not worthy of our allegiance." A woman said: "The only way to embrace the gods is to embrace Magnus. We can benefit from our talent."

This is a ship that escaped from the empire's territory.

Loaded with those with a little psychic talent.

They were bewitched by whispers in their ears.

Looking forward to entering a world where psykers can become masters and superior slaves, and those without talent, despicable and lowly mortals should become servants and slaves.

Just as everyone was excited, an elderly man pointed in the direction of the porthole and made a panicked sound.

"what is that?"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that the subspace rift that had been closed was opened again.

A magnificent fleet beyond the imagination of the world filed out of it.

The battleship that first caught their eyes was comparable to a planet.

It is so huge that just moving in the void will cause the distortion of the space-time structure and produce the gravitational force of celestial bodies.

Seeing the unified emblems on those battleships, all those who fled the empire showed expressions of horror.

That symbol is a golden double-headed eagle with outstretched wings.

The expression on everyone's face is panic and anxiety.

At this time, a harsh siren sounded on the battleship.

The bird divination instrument detected abnormal subspace fluctuations until now, and countless red light spots appeared on the suspended projection.

densely packed, inexhaustible.

"What are they going to do??" a woman said in horror.

A man looked at the speaking woman, the fear on his face distorted his facial features.

He said in a weeping voice: "What else can they do but war?"

Magnus Edition Aura Revival.

I think when the time comes, I will still be able to write about those worlds where the spirit has been revived.

Let’s lay the groundwork first, otherwise it will be too abrupt when the time comes,

The missing chapters are directly related to the work.

(end of this chapter)