Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 621 Magnus? Don't care (Please subscribe)

"Amon, what do you mean?" Ahriman's eyes narrowed slightly and became unfriendly.

However, since the person speaking was the most senior among the Thousand Sons, the other Thousand Sons warriors did not interrupt immediately, but waited for Amon to continue explaining himself.

"Isn't it obvious enough, my brothers?"

"In my opinion, Ahriman didn't go to save Magnus at all. This is not his true intention." Amon waved his hand and said in an extremely perfunctory tone, "And with all due respect, do we really need to save Magnus?"

"Be careful with your words!" Qianzi, who had a good relationship with Amon, immediately spoke up to persuade him.

"Let him speak!" Ahriman suppressed the voices.

"Haven't you seen it clearly yet?"

Amon's voice got louder, he stood up straight and looked around.

"It was then that Magnus, in his arrogance and foolishness, destroyed the psychic barrier that the Emperor had placed around the Golden Throne.

He realized that he had made a huge mistake, but he took his anger out on Uchisar, the lecturer in the Temple of the Sky Owl School who discovered the secret.

I knew then that our Primarch had completely changed and was no longer the humble and knowledgeable man he once was."

"His endless research and exploration of the warp will eventually lead to disaster, which led to the Burning of Prospero and the continuous decline of our legion."

Everyone listened to Amon expressing his true thoughts, and many people even nodded as they listened, obviously because what he said touched their hearts.

When Magnus locked himself in the Great Pyramid because he knew he had made a big mistake, and then allowed the Wild Wolves to slaughter the Thousand Sons, many people were disappointed in this Primarch.

Magnus could have made any decision, even ordered them to resist or simply surrender, but he chose to remain silent and autistic, which led to the worst outcome.

Before this, those who were dissatisfied with Magnus did not reveal their true thoughts. After all, they did not know how many people really had such taboo thoughts.

But now it seems that at least one-third of the legion are dissatisfied with Magnus, and among the remaining people, except for a small number who are 100% loyal to Magnus, the rest have ambiguous attitudes.

Ahriman was speechless. Before this, he knew that Amon's relationship with Magnus seemed to have deteriorated, but he did not expect that the contradiction between the other party and the Primarch was so prominent.

However, what Amon said next was even more murderous and heartbreaking, which made Ahriman's heart shrink.

"Ahriman, what about you? Do you really want to save Magnus so badly?"

"Don't try to lie to me. I watched you grow up step by step. Your talent is far better than mine, so I decided to give you the position of Tianxiao School."

"I know you better than anyone. You care about the Legion more than the Primarch."

"As far as I know, the Book of Magnus records an extremely special spell that is very likely to cure the flesh and blood mutations that are spreading among the Legion. I guess you want to find Magnus because of that spell, right?"

After listening to Amon's analysis, the chief think tank was speechless.

Because he really thought so, Ahriman was indeed loyal to Magnus, but if he had to choose between Magnus and the Legion, he would still choose the latter.

"If I answer yes, what will you do? Will you take some of your brothers and leave me?"

Ahriman asked back. The Ninth Captain looked calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"I just want an answer. No matter if it is or not, we are still brothers after all. I will support you." The Chief Think Tank felt relieved. He was really worried that Amon would stand up against him. Brotherly strife must not happen again among the Thousand Sons.

Ahriman and Amon, the two most respected opinion leaders in the Thousand Sons Legion, had a confrontation with each other without leaving any trace. At least for now they still remained united.

……

Soon, just after the debate ended, the call from the Lord of Iron came from the command deck of the battleship.

Ahriman immediately went to the command deck, and saw the figures of Perturabo, Ezekiel Abaddon and the little Horus Eichmand emerging on the light curtain formed by psychic power.

In addition, Angertai, who spoke on behalf of the Word Bearers, and Kahn, who spoke on behalf of the World Eaters, also appeared one after another.

It is a bit absurd, but ever since Angertai stabbed his own Primarch with a ritual dagger and forced him to ascend to magic, he has become the true lord of the legion, and the remaining Word Bearers have to accept his leadership whether they are willing or not.

As for Kahn, he was already one of the few people in the Legion who could think normally. Could he still count on Angron, who had been afflicted with the Butcher's Nails and turned into the Demon Prince of the Blood God, to attend?
After a while, an Emperor's son with a Mediterranean hairstyle and long, pale, withered hair falling to his chest finally responded.

He was carrying complicated syringes and glass containers on his back, and the robotic arms were even equipped with shining chainsaws, scalpels, and drill holes.

That was the Emperor's Children's chief apothecary, the famous Fabius Bile, who was attending the meeting on behalf of Fulgrim, who had already stopped caring about other people's business.

"It seems that our progress is not smooth. Only one Primarch has arrived."

Ahriman used his psychic power to tell Amon that no matter what their internal opinions were, at least they were still a whole in external matters.

"Indeed, the Death Guard are still missing, the Night Lords are pitifully small in numbers, and no one in the Alpha Legion can figure out what they are trying to do."

"The Warmaster has not shown up. Of the remaining Primarchs, Lorgar, Angron, and Fulgrim have all ascended to demon status. Konrad Curze disappeared along with our Primarch. Mortarion's whereabouts are unknown. The guy who calls himself Alpharius only showed up once in Ullanor."

"So Perturabo is the only Primarch we can trust?"

The chief think tank instinctively felt a sense of sadness. Compared with the lineup on the emperor's side, the people on their side were all monsters and demons.

"I feel like my future is bleak. It's terrible how this has turned out."

The ascended Primarchs can basically only be used as giant bombs that ignore enemy and friend. Just drop them onto the battlefield and that's it. It's almost impossible to make them play their strategic value like in the past.

The Warp granted greater power, but also took away their rationality.

"Let's see if Perturabo has any good ideas. After all, he is the Primarch and the only pillar left among us."

When Ahriman thought this, Perturabo felt much the same.

The Primarch, whose face looked extremely bad, still hadn't recovered from the trauma left by the Iron Man who had fired at him at close range.

Perhaps there are many people in this galaxy who hate Perturabo, but there are indeed not many who can curse him in person and still survive.

Adam is definitely in the top three.

He could only send one of his useless offspring into the Dreadnaught to vent a little of his anger, and then hold all the remaining negative emotions in his body, waiting to release them all after defeating Terra.

(End of this chapter)