Chapter 28 Magnus (Part 2)

In the most distant millennia.

Knowledge will literally eat you up.

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"Is it all over, Father?"

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!"
To be continued...