Warhammer: I, the Wizard of a Thousand Sons, Reorganize the Legion

Chapter 100 sequel

Within subspace.

The colorful and distorted warp currents raged everywhere, lurking deadly dangers at every turn.

The massive fleet returning to Terra was violently tossed and turned by the turbulent currents. Even the Imperial Dream, the pinnacle creation of the Mechanicus, at the center of the fleet formation, could not withstand the intensity of the warp storm. The Geller Field on the surface of the ship rippled continuously, as if it would collapse completely at any moment.

Inside the flagship combat chamber of the Imperial Dream.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and everyone was filled with anxiety.

The holographic light screen floating in the center of the operations room displays real-time damage data of hundreds of warships in the subspace turbulence.

The flickering blue light illuminated the faces of the four seated figures, whose expressions were shifting between light and shadow.

Primarch Magnus of the Thousand Sons frowned and said in a deep voice, "The intensity of the warp turbulence is too high. The fleet will have to return to the real universe in at most a week. As for... how to re-enter the warp, we'll see."

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of helplessness and exhaustion appeared on his face.

He knew in his heart that there was no other way. As a top psionic master in the galaxy, he had already sensed that this warp turbulence could not be ended in a short time.

But Horus, who is not psychic, was unaware of this. He would be better off pointing out the grim situation at the beginning of the meeting to prevent pointless arguments.

After all, before the emperor fell into a deep sleep, he had already made it clear to his elder brother that he would do his best to assist him.

Magnus had to be careful about what he said, lest he lose face by saying the wrong thing to Horus, who knew nothing about psychic powers.

"Hmm..." Horus, his expression grave, paused for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Brother Magnus, what if we insist on sailing?"

He paused for a moment, then tentatively said, "With the Thousand Sons' control over the warp, they can fully empower the Imperial Dream and force its way through the warp back to Terra."

This was his true thought. He had already sensed that something was wrong and that he needed to return to Terra as soon as possible. Only by taking Terra, the core of the human empire, into his own hands could he truly control the situation of the human empire.

"No." Sitting next to Magnus, Li Wei, whose face was still pale, immediately rejected the idea.

He was about to continue explaining when he suddenly felt unwell and couldn't help but cough. It wasn't because he had exhausted his energy maintaining Star Torch.

Rather, it was the problem of the warp turbulence being too violent. As a darling of the warp, Li Wei felt only mental agitation and was so disturbed by the turbulence that he could hardly sit still.

Moreover, he had already sensed the harm that the violent fluctuations in the warp could cause to psionicists, ranging from mild hallucinations to severe psionic rampages that could backfire on them.

No wonder, psionicists are both a valuable asset and a deadly threat to the Empire.

Li Wei was previously unaware of the warp's corrosive influence on psionicists because he had been thoroughly trained in the five major schools of psionic knowledge from Prospero. He would never have been injured due to his shallow understanding of the warp and psionics, thus avoiding any psionic taboos.

But now, with the turbulent currents of the warp raging, he, as the chosen one of the warp, felt an icy discomfort. Even though Li Wei kept his mind focused on the sixth level of mental state, it had little effect and he could not hide the restlessness in his mind.

After a short rest and feeling somewhat better, Li Wei looked up at Horus, who was waiting for an answer, and solemnly said, "It's no longer a problem with warp turbulence. With the support of all the psionic masters in our Thousand Sons Legion, we can indeed ensure that the Imperial Dream can navigate normally in the warp."

However, the guiding starlight has malfunctioned and is about to go out. Even if we manage to forcibly navigate within the warp, without the starlight's guidance, we will be unable to return to Terra.

As soon as Li Wei finished speaking, Horus, who had been sitting upright, immediately stood up and paced back and forth in the war room, looking anxious and uneasy.

He abruptly stopped and asked in a deep voice, "What about interstellar communication? How long can we guarantee it won't be interrupted?"

Horus, as expected of the emperor's son, immediately noticed something else from the fact that the Star Torch was about to go out: the empire's communication problems.

The Empire's communications do indeed rely on the beacon anchors of the Star Torch, with Star Speakers transmitting psionic messages through the warp. However, the guidance of the Star Torch is not necessary; as long as the Star Speaker is powerful and experienced enough, communication can also take place.

But now the warp storm is intensifying, and communication between the Star Speakers, which relies on warp communication, is about to be cut off.

That empire would lose its communication and interstellar travel capabilities for a short period of time, and the empire would truly be completely fragmented into countless isolated star systems, each fighting its own battles.

"As for communication, given the current state of the subspace, it won't last much longer. I'm afraid that within half a month at most, the Star Speakers' communications will be completely paralyzed."

Li Wei shook his head and said in a heavy tone.

Levi and Magnus had only discussed the maintenance of the Star Torch. It wasn't that they hadn't thought of it, but at that time, although the warp turbulence had begun to show signs, it hadn't become so severe that even Star Speakers couldn't maintain communication.

However, the reality is that the intensity of the subspace turbulence is becoming increasingly unimaginable and extremely violent. As the chief of the Thousand Sons, Li Wei has studied the minimum subspace stability required for normal communication by the Star Speakers, but the reality is that the subspace at this moment cannot even meet the bottom line for maintaining the most basic communication of the Star Speakers.

"Okay..." Upon hearing this bad news, Horus forcibly suppressed his anxiety and pretended to be relaxed. "Well, since the Star Language is broken, we don't need to rush back to Terra. We can return to the real universe and sail slowly."

He said this with a forced smile on his face, but the other three people present could tell something was wrong.

Horus could only console himself with this thought; he had to maintain the facade and encourage the other three present.

Although Horus knew that Magnus, Livy, and Macardo were not easy to fool, he could only try to make the best of a bad situation and present the bad news in a positive light.

Looking at Horus's seemingly absurd but actually amused expression, Li Wei thought to himself, "It seems that the problem of the Emperor's slumber can no longer be concealed."

Communication was always uninterrupted, so even if the Star Torch malfunctioned, other Primarchs could reassure them through Star Language communication even if they guessed that the Emperor was in trouble.

But if the Star Torch really runs into trouble and communications can't be maintained properly, who knows what the other Primarchs will think?

Horus's previous plan to return to Terra and seize power has completely failed.