Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 382 371. The Burning of Prospero

In the dimness, the warning lights lit up with a shrill red light.

The white helmets stepped on the ground, the floor trembled, the sickle swept across the ground, rubbing faint sparks, in silence, the respirator gave a heavy wheeze, and the red light flashed across the bolter.

The claws and boots trampled the ground, and a rough roar sounded. Under the thick fur, the cold light brushed the blade, the wolf barked softly, and the battle axe hung down, the axe face was hard.

The airdrop pod was in place.

The Lord of Death raised his head and silently raised his sickle; the Lord of Winter lowered his head, roaring and holding the battle axe tightly. Below the fleet, the faint light of Prospero poured in from the porthole, coating the Primarch with a faint cold light.

The Emperor held the sword in his hand and lowered his eyes.

"Begin."

He said.

[...I can, I can. ]

Magnus took a deep breath, and he touched the microphone in front of him with his big hand blankly,

[Is this real-time? 】

"No."

The caretaker Hades answered him calmly.

【Okay. 】

Magnus smiled bitterly, and then he took a deep breath-

The warm sea breeze blew, with a slight salty smell. The scholar was walking with his daughter on the way to the Great Library Ftep Pyramid. The sandy yellow streets were spotless. In the distance, the crystal on the top of the Great Library of the Pyramid was shining.

As if she had sensed something, she raised her head and squinted her eyes slightly to stare at the bright blue sky of Prospero-

【My people,】

A majestic voice sounded, her legs softened, and she knelt down with her hands leaning on the child,

"Mom?"

The child looked back at her in confusion, but her mother quickly covered her mouth tightly, hush, she was too young to understand what the Primarch meant.

She saw people on the street waiting in panic or joy, and some knelt down and saluted the sky.

As a prophetic psychic, her heart jumped suddenly,

【...I'm sorry. 】

Magnus sat in the small, cramped cell, his hands folded together, Hades could see blood flowing from between his fingers.

Magnus tried to open and close his mouth, but his voice was hoarse and he could not make a sound.

You have to tell them the truth, Magnus.

You can't... you can't let him down again.

[I once claimed that I healed the Thousand Sons, just as I rebuilt Prospero. ]

She hugged the child tightly in her arms, her body trembling uncontrollably.

[I still remember that Prospero was a wasteland at that time. Except for Tizca, all the towns fell. ]

Magnus kept clenching his fists, twitching and then loosening them,

[It was me who led you to recover the lost land and rebuild our homeland and our city-state. ]

[I will always admit that Prospero is my pride. ]

[But...]

Magnus opened his mouth again in vain. He felt blood oozing from his vocal cords. He struggled to speak.

There was a long silence. The Emperor's lips moved, and Hades raised the speaker, frowning, "You have to give him some more time." As if he heard Hades' whisper, words struggled to cough out of Magnus' throat, [... The psychic array surrounding the entire planet is wrong, it may explode at any time. ] The Scarlet King squeezed out this sentence from his mouth, no, it is not the psychic array, it is... its psychic energy, but he couldn't say it. [In the name of Scarlet Magnus, everyone should not resist, shut down Prospero's defense system, stay away from the psychic array, and go to the square to wait. ] [The Empire promised me that if I don't resist, I won't flow--] The crackling sound of the electric current stopped, and the recording was unilaterally cut off. Magnus' face was pale, and his body shook. With a bang, the trembling Magnus lost consciousness and fell on the table. Outside the cell, Hades turned on the channel and yelled at the other end,

"Let him finish! Can't you just cut that last sentence?"

The Emperor raised his hand calmly, and he watched a thin layer of light light up over the entire planet, and then quickly faded away.

"Let death and winter come."

He said.

The next moment, tens of thousands of flames streaked across the void.

The scholar looked up into the sky, and she saw the sky began to bleed, people were screaming and roaring, and the last sentence of the Scarlet King was repeated harshly in the air,

[Everyone don't resist...]

She looked at her daughter blankly, and her daughter was also staring at her. The next moment, the child burst into tears, and the dessert in her hand fell to the ground with a snap.

The first airdrop pod hit the streets of Tizca, and in the thick smoke, sickles and fangs bared out.

——————

Prospero is burning.

The earth cracked, the night fell suddenly, lightning exploded, and the rainstorm seemed to fall from the ground into the sky, falling into an endless hell.

Dark raindrops splashed at his feet. The Emperor stepped expressionlessly on the steps of the Great Pyramid of Ftep. The black rain howled in his ears along with the shrill lightning, tearing at his golden helmet.

He climbed the steps.

Below the howling wind, the Emperor glimpsed the shivering people in his peripheral vision. He saw the Thousand Sons who were possessed by the "Guardian Spirits" bursting with ghostly light, wolves barking around them, and firelight piercing the night.

That was a necessary sacrifice.

He continued upward, the flames of the Emperor's Sword gleaming on the golden helm, and the raindrops evaporated before they came into contact with the flames. At the tip of Prospero's largest pyramid, the warp and the physical world were now confused, and he heard the sharp mockery sounded.

The waves of the vast ocean slapped him, and he saw the suddenly accelerating turbulence, the ghostly blue shadow twisted and laughed loudly, the galaxy burned, the stars fell, the huge waves of psychic energy hit Terra, and the twisted river of destiny It will flow back to its original place under the hands of chaos.

He saw Horus, the hollow body of Horus, he saw the Astartes pointing their swords at the Astartes, he saw the Scions trapped in place by the turbulence of the warp, he saw Magnus screaming at him. he wailed.

[Father, father—I have never betrayed! ! ! 】

The winter wind slapped his face.

The lion is imprisoned in desire, the phoenix falls in heartbreak, the steel is rotten, the horse is bound, the wild wolf roars towards its former kin, the watcher collapses in the forgotten corner, the madman mocks the nobles in the night, carrying blood and laurels at the same time Blonde hair, those who despise flesh and blood will eventually be backlashed.

Those who escape fate are dragged into the whirlpool of fate again, those who firmly believe in the prophet return to the path, the king is betrayed by his people, the sinner finally proves his innocence by having a disembowelment, the lover is broken under the betrayal, the believer draws his knife in front of the god, and the dragon hides in the ground Deep in the depths, the raven screamed and its wings were ripped off by its roots.

+Fate-oh! What a wonderful destiny! +

The sharp and bloody laughter cut into his flesh and stung his nerves. The blue shadow seemed to be singing next to him. The emperor raised his sword and the flames burned.

+It’s time for you to join the game! You're out of time! You man who despises fate! You have to pay your price! +

"lie."

The next moment, golden light suddenly opened.

The flames swept across and ignited, and the darkness disappeared along with the phantom. It was more like leaving consciously than expulsion. The last scream still echoed in his ears for a long time, but he never listened to the lies of liars.

The light drove away the deep night, and he saw the last painful screams of the infected souls under his feet. Some people escaped, and some died there. The wind tore him, and he heard the call, calling him from a distance.

【All father! ! All father! ! ! 】

He lowered his eyes and saw his son breaking through the wind and heavy rain, climbing the slope of the pyramid sadly, trying to reach his feet. What was reflected in the fierce eyes of the Wolf King, enough to make him move forward regardless of everything? To protect his father?

The emperor blinked,

"No problem."

He said calmly, seeing the Wolf King grinning and trying to smile.

This also made him feel a little relieved.

He stared at the Wolf King still struggling and trying to move forward, but the wind was no longer so turbulent and the rain was not so heavy at this moment. Under his light, they all fled far away. He watched the Wolf King begin to become easy.

The Emperor raised his hand, and he opened it. Magnus's single eye was staring at him from his palm, and the raindrops fell, as if he were crying.

He looked at the Wolf King and recalled the biting winter wind.

The Emperor held out his hand, motioning for Leman Russ to take it.

He let go, and Magnus's one eye fell from the top of the Pyramid of Fortepp into Leman Russ's hand.

"Get it."

He said.

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