Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

After all, the crown is still on his head, so if he wants to explore his future again, he can do so at any time.

Then Magnus looked calm and indifferent, and gently waved his arm, signaling the group of people who were kneeling devoutly to stand up.

He was tall and straight, with an imposing bearing. The pride and integrity deep in his soul made him disdain to fill his vanity by relying on the people's worship.

After giving his adoptive father a few words about the planet's management, he sauntered to the tree and sat quietly. The crown, gleaming with a mysterious brilliance, rested steadily on his head, and nine rings, emitting a faint glow, circled his fingers.

He slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually immersed, as if traveling through endless galaxies, deep into the dreamlike yet infinitely possible future world.

Deep in the distant stars, the Emperor and the Imperial Regent opened a communication across the universe.

The Emperor sat in the magnificent yet cold and lonely Emperor's Dream. His face was as if reflected by the cold stars, cold and majestic. However, at this moment, his deep eyes flickered with resentment, like a disturbed nebula, and his tone was full of displeasure: "Magnus, is this behavior really appropriate?"

After saying this, he frowned slightly, as if suppressing the complex emotions surging in his heart. The thought that flashed through his mind was to give up saving the child. After all, what he did really touched the most sensitive nerve in the emperor's heart.

They all had insight into the fantasy scenes in Magnus's mind.

The Emperor could still barely come to terms with the fact that he had become Magnus's advisor in that illusion; the fact that the Primarchs bowed devoutly to Magnus, respected him as their brother, and had a deep friendship with him was also within his tolerance.

But when he saw Xi putting aside all her busy affairs in that illusory world, and personally preparing porridge for Magnus, and then feeding him spoonful by spoonful with great intimacy, the jealousy in his heart instantly exploded like a supernova, and the sourness seemed to be able to corrode his soul.

In his heart, there are three people who are sacred and inviolable: Olpersson, who is a special existence in his heart; Xi, who is like a ray of warm sunshine deep in his soul; and Malcador and Valdo, who each occupy half a precious place in his heart.

As the Emperor, he had never experienced such tenderness and pampering in his entire life, and Magnus dared to enjoy himself wantonly in the illusion. This was a blatant provocation to his majesty and an arrogant act that showed his ignorance of his own limitations.

Xi Ze was in a space where light and shadow intertwined. Her figure was graceful and agile, and her face was serene and calm.

Hearing the emperor's complaints, she just blinked lightly, with a hint of doubt and indifference in her eyes, as if the troubles of the world could not affect her at all.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice soft yet with a kind of detached indifference:

"That's not a big deal. To Magnus, the crown is nothing more than a toy to soothe his soul, like a baby's pacifier. As long as it can keep him away from the dangerous abyss of the Warp's psychic energy, it's a blessing."

She tilted her head slightly, a strand of her hair falling on her shoulder, and continued:

"Furthermore, even if Magnus were to break free from this illusion, Slaanesh would launch a fierce attack on him, tampering with his psychic energy channels and leading him into the realm of Slaanesh, which is full of corruption and temptation."

After saying this, she seemed to fall into a brief contemplation, still unaware of the source of the Emperor's resentment, as if she and the Emperor were not entirely on the same level of concern.

In the mysterious realms of the Warp, when it comes to countering the forces of corruption, only the Lord of Pleasure can barely compete with Tzeentch, the Lord of Change.

In comparison, Khorne and Nurgle seem much inferior. Look at Khorne, as if driven by endless killing instincts, only knowing how to conquer and slaughter, just like a war machine that never stops.

Since she is a person who advocates civilization and order, how could she favor such antisocial and violent acts?

As for Nurgle, his appearance is so ugly that it is hard to look at him directly. As a woman, the thought of her Primarch being distorted into such an ugly appearance would make her feel a strong resistance and displeasure in her heart.

"What I wanted to say just now was, you fed Magnus porridge in the illusion, don't you think this is strange?" The Emperor's voice came through the interstellar communication.

"It's really strange. Little Pony won't drink from the soup himself but insists on me feeding him. Don't you think about it? He's so big. Even if he sits down, he's still very tall. I have to hold the spoon above my head to feed him. It's so tiring."

Xi responded nonchalantly. In her opinion, this was the key point.

She had no idea what the Emperor meant by that. In her mind, it was just a mundane matter like feeding porridge.

In her past, she had worked in an orphanage, where she was promoted from an ordinary employee to the director.

That was an extremely busy time. Not only did she have to prepare meals carefully every day, but she also had to teach the children to live in harmony and avoid fighting.

When faced with those weak abandoned babies who were still in swaddling clothes, she would do it herself, preparing milk powder and feeding them gently.

Every night, a group of children would rest their heads on her legs affectionately, and gradually fall into sweet dreams while listening to the fairy tales she whispered.

In Xi's opinion, Magnus's fantasy was simply childish and ridiculous, just like a shallow person who suddenly became rich and declared that he would buy ten chicken legs, and then throw away nine of them in a wasteful manner.

When Horus returned, the Empire celebrated for him for a whole year. It was such a glorious and glorious occasion. However, in Magnus's own imagination, there was only a six-month celebration.

The fourteen Primarchs apologized to him in public and admitted their mistakes. All the Primarchs respected him as their brother, and the Emperor condescended to be his advisor, while he himself was reduced to being someone who cooked for Magnus.

In short, Magnus's fantasies seemed so narrow and short-sighted, completely lacking the vision and foresight commensurate with his status and position. He was just immersed in these seemingly tempting but actually shallow fantasies.

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Chapter 130 A very persistent pony

Under the mysterious tree, Magnus was immersed in understanding the future and seeking the truth of the universe. This was the quiet moment he cherished most, but it was frequently disturbed.

First, a group of elves appeared. These "friends" who came from the subspace and pretended to be kind for many years were now anxious.

They knew the secret of the crown on Magnus's head, and they warned him earnestly: "This crown is an evil object. It will lead you to corruption and lure you into a trap of pleasure!"

Magnus ignored the words and immersed himself in his understanding. In the eyes of Red Ogrin, this crown was such a wonderful thing!

Much better than the knowledge discussed.

The elves were relentless and kept interrupting his thoughts.

Instructed by the Lord of Change, they kept a close eye on Magnus, the "cooked duck", fearing that he would get closer to the Lord of Pleasure and their years of disguise would be wasted.

No matter how good-tempered Magnus was, he could not stand such torture. After repeated persuasion failed to listen, he simply waved his hand and locked up all the noisy elves, and continued to explore the interrupted Wei Jun alone. Sheep (IV) 0 Qi Er Er was the way to come.

After locking all the elves into the cell, Magnuston felt his ears were at peace and the world was a little more peaceful.

With a wave of his hand, he handed Prospero over to Amon to manage, and also expressly forbade the people to approach his place of practice, so that he could focus on exploring the future.

But at that moment, the nine rings on his fingers suddenly glowed blue. It was obvious that Tzeentch was behind this. Sure enough, the Lord of Change appeared and whispered in Magnus' ear, "Abandon that crown! The Warp holds dangers. This is a deadly trap."

Magnus, however, refused to accept his words. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Didn't you say earlier that the Warp was full of kind elves? Why are you changing your tune now?"

Jianqi was speechless for a moment, unable to refute, and felt that he had shot himself in the foot.

Seeing that Magnus was unmoved, Tzeentch remained steadfast and threatened, "For your own safety, I'm here with you. You can't use the crown."

After saying this, He fully believed that with the power of the nine rings, He would be able to sever the connection with the crown and leave Magnus helpless.

Ma Yinlin Yiqi Wu Rjiou Shi 9 Yue Yigenus is not someone who can be easily controlled. After a little thought, he realized that any method of separation must have a medium.

Red-skinned Ogryn's eyes flashed, and he decisively took off the ring on his thumb, leaving only eight rings on his fingers. Ignoring the dissuasive voices inside the rings and the cries of the imprisoned elves, he resolutely put on the crown again and once again devoted himself to the future exploration journey.

In the distorted and chaotic warp that resembled a maze of chaos, three harsh laughters pierced straight towards Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, like sharp blades.

They had all seen the farce that Prospero had just staged clearly - Tzeentch had just been showing off his control over Magnus, but in the blink of an eye, this key chess piece had voluntarily thrown himself into the arms of the Lord of Pleasure.

"Oh my, beg me, beg me, even if you beg me, I will not give you Magnus!" Slaanesh would never let go of this great opportunity to mock. Holding a fan made of Tzeentch feathers, he jumped gracefully with his face wide open.

The fan was glittering and colorful, attracting both attention and hatred, instantly drawing the attention of the other three gods.

A fierce light flashed in Khorne's eyes, and he secretly planned that the next time he fought, he would collect these flamboyant feathers and use them to decorate his brass throne to make it more majestic and show that he had defeated Tzeentch.

Nurgle had a smile on his face. He was more happy than anyone else to see Tzeentch suffer a defeat. His gloating look seemed to say that he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"This is just part of the plan. Even your little tricks have been carefully planned by me!" Jianqi's beak was as hard as ever. Even if he was angry, he would never show weakness.

"Aha, he's here, the same thing again! As long as he says that, things must be out of control." The Lord of Pleasure laughed sweetly, rubbing his legs together, and the depraved voice drifted out of his mouth. Seeing his brother being humiliated, his heart was filled with twisted joy.

Tzeentch finally couldn't suppress his anger anymore, and his domain surged with a wave of his hand, and 99,999 demon armies under his command rushed out in full force.

Each of these demon armies is proficient in arcane magic, and psychic energy surges between their claws and feathers. The faint blue light flickers like will-o'-the-wisp, illuminating the chaotic subspace.

When it comes to Warp psychic prowess, this force is unrivaled in the world, and even the combined strength of his brothers and sisters would be hard to match.

The mighty demon army surged towards the realm of pleasure like a blue tide, vowing to save face.

The Lord of Joy, however, seemed like an outsider, still smiling: "Look, look, he's getting anxious."

A purple pointed hand gently stroked his cheek, reveling in the extreme pleasure of provoking the wrath of a god.

But when Tzeentch's demon army rushed to the Lord of Pleasure's territory, they saw 66,666 Slaanesh demon armies already ready for battle.

The leading general was wearing armor adorned with beautiful pearls and gorgeous treasures, with large areas of skin exposed, and his androgynous body exuded a strange charm.

In one hand they tightly grasped a spear that gleamed with cold light, and in the other they held up a shield as solid as a rock. Behind their backs grew an arm as sharp as a needle, which gleamed coldly under the reflection of the chaotic light. It was obvious that they had been waiting for a long time.

In an instant, the psychic energy in the subspace surged wildly like a raging tide. The demon armies on both sides roared and screamed, and collided with each other fiercely, and a fierce battle broke out.

The light of magic and the cold light of weapons complement each other, blood and flesh fly everywhere, screams and sounds of joy intertwine into a chaotic war song.

How could Khorne, the god of war with endless desire for war, sitting on the brass throne, miss such a feast?

The bloodthirsty demon of Khorne under his command roared to the sky, waved his arms, and the entire army poured out like a raging torrent.

No matter whether it was the army of Tzeentch or the army of Slaanesh, in his eyes they were all prey, and he would kill them all, causing a bloody storm wherever he went.

And next to the rotten cauldron, the huge Nurgle was also unwilling to be lonely.

He waved his hand and ordered Father Rain to lead his troops to join the chaotic battle.

These troops, emitting the smell of decay, marched slowly but firmly towards the battlefield. Wherever they passed, germs spread. They wanted to spread the father's kindness and gifts to every inch of land.

A new melee has already begun in full swing, but for other creatures in the subspace, it has long been nothing new.

No matter how fierce the fight was, no matter how earth-shattering and how terrifying the fight was, these creatures just watched coldly and remained calm.

After all, this is the subspace, where the conventional concepts of time and space do not exist. Chaos and fighting seem to be the eternal melody of this chaotic land.

I don’t know how many crazy battles they have experienced. No matter how fierce the battle is, it is just an ordinary scene in their eyes.

PS: I don’t need a ticket because it’s my birthday today. Just a happy birthday will do. Thank you for your blessings.

Chapter 131 Pony Becomes a Horse

While the war among the Chaos Gods was in full swing, Magnus, the instigator of the war, stayed out of it, sitting contentedly under a tree, immersed in the beautiful illusion woven for him by the crown.

In that dreamlike scene, he seemed to see the sacred and solemn scenes of the sages in Terra's past when they attained enlightenment, and he couldn't help but believe that this was the result of his hard-earned enlightenment.

He was greedy for this beauty, immersed in it, and unwilling to extricate himself.

But the reality of responsibilities is always there, and there are always things to do.

When he finally opened his eyes reluctantly, he was shocked to find that the world before him had become completely different - he had become shorter! He looked around in panic and realized that his body had transformed into the shape of a horse.

The horse was extremely tall, at least 5 meters tall, with fur all over its body as bright red as a burning flame. The special armor with two long horns on its chest hung just in front of its neck, making it look more majestic and awe-inspiring. One could tell at a glance that only a being as powerful as the Primarch was qualified to ride it.

The mastermind behind Magnus' transformation was none other than Tzeentch.

In the melee of the Warp, Tzeentch was defeated and felt aggrieved. He caught a glimpse of Magnus's relaxed and comfortable appearance under the tree. New and old grudges surged in his heart, and he quietly cast a spell through the only eight rings left on Magnus's hands.

Therefore, whenever Magnus used the crown, he would be forced to turn into a horse, and each time it would last for up to nine hours.

Now, Magnus was helplessly trapped in this horse's body, waiting for the nine-hour limit to pass before he could return to his original form and continue his unfinished journey.

When Magnus suddenly found himself transformed into a five-meter-tall red-maned horse, his heart was immediately filled with panic and anxiety.

He tried desperately to break free from the shackles of this horse body and return to his original form, so he mobilized all his spiritual energy and cast all the spells he knew in an attempt to break this strange transformation curse.

However, after some efforts, he found that everything was in vain, and the magic spells were like a drop in the ocean, with no effect at all.

He became increasingly anxious. Looking down, he noticed four rings still tightly wrapped around the two front horse hooves. The rings seemed to have life; the more he struggled, the tighter they became, causing him extreme discomfort.

Magnus made up his mind and decided to get rid of these troublesome rings first.

He bent his knees and tried hard to bite the ring with his mouth, but the horse's hooves kept shaking, and the ring was pressed against his flesh, so every attempt was accompanied by excruciating pain.

He tried to scratch it with his hind legs, but almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

In the warp, Tzeentch, who was secretly controlling all this, saw the whole scene and was speechless.

"These are treasures I carefully gifted you!" Tzeentch was secretly furious. "You actually want to throw them away. Why don't you understand that as long as you throw away the crown that caused trouble on your head, everything will be back to normal immediately."

Magnus was completely unaware of Tzeentch's intentions and continued to struggle against the Ring.

He exerted all his strength, and his sweat soaked the horse's mane. Just when he felt that he was about to be exhausted, finally, with a few crisp "clang" sounds, the rings were taken off one after another.

In an instant, a ray of light flashed, and Magnus' body returned to normal. He was breathing heavily, his eyes full of relief for surviving the disaster. He secretly vowed to find you and settle the score with the owner of this ring.

This unexpected change was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves and instantly collapsing the trust that was once as solid as a rock.

Once the bond of trust in Magnus' heart was broken, it was like broken porcelain, difficult to repair.

After this incident, when Magnus looked at the ring that he had worn on his hand and symbolized a certain connection, his eyes were full of doubts, and the mysterious existence behind it made him feel wary.

This suspicion spread like a weed, even affecting Prospero's elves.

The little creatures that once jumped around him and seemed harmless now became suspicious in his eyes.

Magnus, the Crimson Lord, walked towards the caged Warp creatures with heavy but firm steps.

These creatures usually told him about their free wandering in the warp, boasting about their strange abilities and proclaiming their own strength and invincibility.

But at this moment, facing the majesty of the Primarch, they realized their own insignificance.

Magnus's eyes were stern, his body did not move, but with just a raise of his hand, powerful psychic energy surged out like a raging tide.

These creatures from the subspace don't have time to use their so-called special skills. Often within one or two moves, they are suppressed and unable to fight back. They collapse to the ground and can only tremble in fear, waiting for the judgment of the Crimson Monarch.

Magnus, filled with resentment and doubt, went straight to his adoptive father Amon.

Stepping into the house, his tall figure was slightly hunched, his face full of fatigue and confusion. He couldn't wait to confide in Amon a series of bad things that had happened to him recently: