Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1051 - Chapter 1048 The Scarlet Letter Ahriman

Ifreni opened her eyes in the turbulence of spells, and Magnus was standing in front of her. Surprised by Magnus’s overpowering psychic powers, Ifreni then asked, “Do you know the location of your child?”

“Uh…” Magnus was silent for a while, and then said apologetically, “Actually, I don’t know. I haven’t paid attention to their situation for a long time. Before I came back, I stayed in Tzeentch But I can find them in another way.”

“Can’t extricate yourself from swimming in the ocean of knowledge?”

“No…” Magnus corrected Ifreni’s words, “It’s an ocean of lies… Tzeentch is on guard against everyone, even me. That knowledge has never really entered me. My memory flows like running water. Although I feel a moment of coolness, it never nourishes my wisdom…”

This literary description did not resonate with Efreni. Instead, it reminded her of what Lin Fan said when he complained about the old scholar of the Eldest Tribe.

“Those people with cerebral palsy have already lost their minds. Don’t imitate them in the future…”

Almost laughing out loud, Efreni suppressed it, her face turning red and purple. This surprised Magnus. He thought it was Ifreni who couldn’t bear the impact of the spell, so he waved his hand to dissipate the spell.

“Are you feeling better now?”

Efreni took a few deep breaths, suppressed her inexplicable smile, and then apologized to Magnus.

Magnus waved his hand, indicating that this was not a fault. He raised his hand again to cast the spell, closed his eyes and felt it carefully before giving up, “There is no need for this little road, they are just ahead.”

Ifreni cast her gaze and saw only darkness, thinking that it was the special connection between the primarch and the offspring that allowed Magnus to see it.

At the edge of Magnus’s vision was Ahriman, who narrowly escaped from the failed Thirteenth Black Crusade. Like Khayon, he was one of the earliest soldiers of the Thousand Sons and was also a powerful Chaos wizard.

But compared to Khayon, who devoted everything to Abaddon’s cause, Ahriman only cared about his brothers. Magnus’s gene-seed allows the inoculated to gain excellent psychic affinity, but it also causes flesh and blood distortion. Although this distortion was contained by Tzeentch’s hands, when the Lord of Change ignited the Great Rebellion Wildfire Afterwards, the Thousand Sons became an abandoned chess piece, once again falling into the despair of flesh and blood distortion.

Ahriman worked to resolve the effects of the flesh anomaly and allow his brother to live normally. But spells are part of the power of change, and using the power of change to prevent change means that Ahriman’s spells will eventually fail.

The Scarlet Letter spell created by Ahriman strengthened those brothers with stronger psychic talents and destroyed those with weaker psychic talents. The entire legion instantly turned into a huge tomb composed of mages and puppets.

The bodies of most of the Thousand Sons turned into dust sealed within the power armor, and the escaping power sealed the gaps in the armor, making it a prison for the soul.

Ahriman was horrified by this outcome. This was not the future he wanted. Magnus, who became a demon, was equally angry. The Scarlet Letter spell completely ruined the future of the legion, leaving the Thousand Sons with half a foot in the grave. Transforming mortals into space warriors requires the participation of gene seeds, but they have all been turned into ashes, so there is still the question of what seeds.

Although some powerful wizards have left behind physical bodies, their gene seeds have become extremely picky due to long-term infiltration of psychic power, making it even more difficult to find an adapter.

In time, Magnus will really be the only one left in the Legion.

The purpose of Ahriman’s participation in the Thirteenth Black Crusade was also very simple. He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to collect some black stones for experiments to see if this material with polarities that were compatible with subspace and anti-subspace could save his brother.

However, he failed. He scurried under the gunfire of the expeditionary force. If it weren’t for his outstanding spiritual talent, he wouldn’t even be able to escape from the Cadian meat grinder. Escape into the void does not mean safety. He took his ship to avoid the bombing of the expeditionary fleet, the attacks of the orcs, and the parasites of the degraded bodies. Being able to escape here can be said to be a narrow escape.

Almost all the wealth accumulated over the millennium was destroyed in Cadia, leaving only a shabby cruiser. After many battles, this powerful cruiser was more like a scrap. The orcs were itching to look at it, and the mechanical priests sighed after looking at it.

Ahriman stayed in the bridge, surrounded by several corpses of crew members and the remains of degraded bodies. The lights on the ceiling were dimming and bright, and the energy was so weak that even electric sparks could not flash.

In desperation, Ahriman had no choice but to use magic to forcefully awaken the corpse and let them perform the simplest maintenance on the ship. How much effect those clumsy, corrupt hands could have had is anyone’s guess.

Ahriman sat cross-legged and put his staff aside. Normally, this staff with the power of change would be suspended in the air, but now it can only succumb to the power of artificial gravity and fall to the ground to beat.

Ahriman picked up the staff and stared at the huge eye in the center of the staff. This eye, which always smelled of conspiracy and plotting, was dim and dull, like the eye of a dead person.

But this is not the only situation now. At the climax of the Battle of Cadia, the slightly more powerful wizards felt the weakening of the power of the subspace. No matter what gods they prayed to, they could not get any response. In those days, it was extremely difficult for wizards to create chaos eggs, so they could only put more and more degenerate bodies that they did not trust into the battlefield. .

Facts have proved that the degraded body is really not worthy of trust. These soulless and brainless creatures attacked everyone at the end of the Cadia War, and the key that Abaddon promised to restrain the degenerates was useless.

How many warbands ended up being overrun by the Degenerates and torn apart alive? Ahriman saw many things along the way, but he never remembered them. The demise of other warbands would not cause any ripples in his heart, and Ahriman despised those wild dogs who only seek to plunder and satisfy their baser desires. Ahriman believed that the Space Marines were noble because they had greater goals worth fighting for.

“Alas…” Youyou sighed. Ahriman’s fingers were wrapped with spiritual energy and moved in the air. Dust rose and gathered around him, gradually turning into humanoid shapes one after another.

The Thousand Sons warriors who died or were damaged in the battle were like clay dolls, restored in front of Ahriman, and even their weapons and equipment were not left behind.

“Don’t worry, brothers, I will find a way.” Ahriman promised while touching the cold armor.