Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

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

Turning around following the sound, 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.

He 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 Xuezhi Xing 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 massacre at the landing site of yesteryear.

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

Fortunately for Ahriman, the attention of Guilliman and many loyal Primarchs was on the Daemon Primarch, allowing him to escape from the Star of Lore.

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

After escaping from Xuexuexing, 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 that 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 confront 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 faults cannot be redeemed.

Magnus wasn't about 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 already been turned into ashes under 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." Facing Magnus's change of face, Ahriman remained respectful.

Banished 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 to make Guilliman 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 in his hand the rays gathered and wove into a scepter.

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

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

"The nine-fold silver pagoda 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.

The humiliation suffered on the planet Pharos will be counted, and it will be returned to Guilliman double.

Letting humans become a psychic race, closely integrated with the warp, is the only salvation for this race.

Magnus will allow humanity to complete this redemption, for which the Nine-Storied Pagoda Ritual was born.

Once this ritual is completed, every human soul is submerged in the vastness of the Warp, revealing its true nature.

Even the dullest mortal can easily master witchcraft and magic.

Magnus is willing to call it the age of Magnus, the age of 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 country 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 his whole life."

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

Now, the war-torn planet is somewhat repopulated.

Withered mountains and dry tidal flats are surrounded by layers of buildings emitting shimmering spiritual energy.

Slave barracks and tall crystals tower over the surface.

Assembly line factories and armories were built, roaring.

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

Thousands of years ago, the wolves burned Prospero.

Magnus never stopped working on rebuilding his homeland.

The reconstructed Prospero is very different from the old days.

There are no gilded spires, and no beautiful and spectacular crystal pyramids.

The world is at the service of war

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

This is undoubtedly the 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' plans had been advanced for a long time.

The skyrocketing number of psykers in the empire is largely due to his stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

The light of the human soul in the Warp grows stronger.

As soon as the Nine-Story Pagoda ceremony is completed, the worst fears of the former Emperor will happen.

Humanity will become a 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."

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

Beneath Magnus' throne, a group of emaciated people are suffering.

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

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

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 humanity from the corpse king's terrifying kingdom.

But everyone knows that opportunities for promotion never belong to the majority.

It is the privilege of the few.

Only those worthy souls can settle down in the new kingdom created by Magnus.

Untalented, lowly untouchables clearly not up to the mark.

Ahriman did not continue speaking until Magnus finished appreciating his masterpiece.

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

The vast void.

A battered ship broke free from the warp, freed from those evil lightwhiskers, 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: "Finally we can get rid of the empire's control, 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 borders.

Loaded with those with a modicum of psychic talent.

They were bewitched by whispers in their ears.

Eager to enter a world where psychics can become masters, 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 frightened voice.

"what is that?"

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

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

The battleship that caught their eyes first 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 uniform 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 expressions on everyone's faces were terrified and disturbed.

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

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

Densely numerous, inexhaustible.

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

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

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

Magnus version of Aura Revival.

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

Pave the way first, otherwise it will be too abrupt when the time comes,

The missing chapters are directly related to the work.