Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Enough! Stop interfering with my actions! One day later! I need results!" The Red Devil roared and shot out a powerful psychic energy. Then, Balek disappeared from the spot. A moment later, the latter appeared in his own command center in a dusty state.

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"Our Primarch is simply..." Barak ultimately didn't utter the word "madman." However, his performance and the mottled psychic burn marks on his power armor told Carlos that his brother's communication with the Primarch was terrible.

"Let's talk somewhere else." Carlos said warily after looking at the people around him.

"Okay, let's go somewhere else." Barak nodded. Then, in a secret room, Barak told his friend about his meeting with the Primarch.

"Things have to change," Carlos said.

"Yes, but how can we change? After all, it was our father who gave the order, and although the person on the other side is our father's clone, but..." Balek said with a sigh.

"If it were before, I wouldn't have been able to do anything, but now it's different." Carlofus took out a dagger. It wasn't even sharpened, and to outsiders, it looked like a purely decorative item. But to a psychic master like Barak, it seemed to radiate a magical energy.

"What is this?" Balek asked curiously.

"Back when I was fighting with the Emperor's retainers, one of them gave me this dagger as a gift. This dagger can sense their approach and also function as a magical tool, opening a portal," Carlos explained. "Before, our father had always evaded the Emperor, and he was very wary. I didn't dare use it, but now, our father has strayed from the path, and he may be preparing a ritual. This is our opportunity."

"But what we have done has already committed a serious crime." Balek said with some concern.

"Yes, we are already sinners, so we must atone for our sins, and our father has gone mad, we must stop him. Barak, think about our brothers, think about our legion, and Prospero. The Emperor's messenger is here. We may be sinners, but we can save more brothers and our home planet."

"Okay, then I'll provide you with protection, and you can begin casting the spell." After a long struggle, Barak finally agreed to Carlos's proposal. With the seal opened and psychic energy injected, a portal gradually rose in this frontline secret room!

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"The backup plan we arranged earlier has finally worked," Ahriman, or rather, the Emperor's Professor of the Imperial Chamberlain, said with some surprise. He then reported the situation to the Khan.

"You should get ready first and remember to leave a transmission beacon. Let Zhuba Khan take some guards with you." Khan thought for a while and said.

"Lord Rus, aren't you going to send some people?" Ahriman asked.

"Me? No, that's not necessary. The Fifth Legion and the Thousand Sons have a good relationship, so my people won't get involved." Russ reviewed the data his men had just transmitted, a sinister smile playing on his face. "But Ahriman, you have to be careful. My people have detected a lot of demonic presence on the edge of the battlefield. From both sides."

"How could this happen?" Ahriman asked in surprise. After all, in his opinion, Magnus's original form must have sought some forbidden power from the evil gods of the Warp. But the clone on the other side didn't seem to make any relevant moves?

"Hehe, my pack sensed something unusual as we approached the battlefield. Some of them even discovered something resembling an altar. If this altar is a request for aid from some being, it's most likely not the Emperor. Otherwise, my father and my brothers would have warned us. Of course, more importantly, we've detected traces of demons in both armies." Russ finished, then transferred the information to the projection. Meanwhile, in the wilderness, a squad of Space Wolves was roaming the edge of the battlefield, their keen senses searching for any unusual information.

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"Lord Heimdall, there seems to be something wrong with those guys. Whether it's the machines or the Legionnaires, they seem to be contaminated with something." A rune priest reported to the captain while receiving information from afar. "I smell a foul odor on them, a bit like the demons we encountered before."

"You're relying on your senses. While our senses can often help us solve problems, it's clear that when it comes to dealing with friendly forces, senses alone aren't enough," Heimdall said, frowning slightly. After a long campaign, the Space Wolves discovered they possessed a keener sense than other Legionaries. This sense encompassed not just smell, hearing, and vision, but also psychic abilities. While the Space Wolves enjoyed the benefits of this perception, they also exercised it with caution.

"We can run a test on these things," a nearby Tech Sergeant said, pulling out a controller. "Our Mechanicus are equipped with a special psychic jammer. This jammer has no effect on non-psychic beings, but is specifically targeted at demons and Warp creatures. This weapon has no lethality, but it can mark objects from the Warp!"

"Very good, then let's try it. But this method seems to only be able to verify whether the other side is possessed by demons, but it is difficult to screen a large number of personnel and equipment." Heimdall said with a little disappointment.

"Sorry, that's beyond our control." Then, the Iron Priest guided his invisible horn closer to the distant Thousand Sons. After marking each one with beams of light, the Space Wolves were surprised to discover that at least five members of this Thousand Sons unit were possessed by demons or simply transformed from demons! A few minutes later, the same situation occurred in the Thousand Sons unit on the other side!

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"So, the situation is very clear now. An evil god of the Warp, or Tzeentch, is playing with both sides and betting on both sides at the same time. There are a large number of demon spies hidden in the Thousand Sons forces on both sides. Even the Primarchs on both sides may have problems. So our affairs will be very troublesome, and we must be prepared to take action." Rus licked his lips and said.

"Ahriman, take yours in and make sure your information is not leaked. The slightest carelessness may attract the attention of the evil god." Rus reminded.

"But how do we distinguish between the entire Legion and the mortals, who outnumber the Legionnaires by a hundred times? It's a nearly impossible task," Ahriman said anxiously. Without the gods' power to perform miracles, this deeply infiltrated situation seemed difficult to resolve without incurring significant costs.

"Fortunately, the higher-ups have already made arrangements," the Khan said thankfully. "Your mission is to assess the situation and deploy teleportation beacons. The main force will enter via teleportation. You must also minimize the Thousand Sons' resistance. After all, our actions are likely to be intense, and a brutal engagement between the two sides is definitely not what we desire," the Khan instructed.

"Okay, two Primarchs, we will act now. What about the fleet in space?" asked Ahriman.

"After our partners have eliminated the Thousand Sons' psychic energy, whether it's nanobots, logic viruses, or bombs, they will be able to quickly weaken the Thousand Sons fleet. The Thousand Sons fleet is small to begin with, so we can quickly control the situation," the Khan said. Overall, the White Scars and Space Wolves were well prepared this time. It can be said that, aside from the high-ranking leaders unable to appear due to previous circumstances, their technical and psychic abilities are basically top-notch. Many relic weapons from the Golden Age were loaded onto the Bladestorm and the Hrafinkel!

"Magnus has gone into seclusion. He is most likely in contact with Tzeentch behind the scenes. His control over the legion is at its lowest right now. If those captains of the academy stand on our side, we can control the situation more easily. On the other side, there may also be problems with the two clones. Fortunately, those clones don't have many troops, so we can take them down by force." Russ said.

The two clones commanded fewer than ten thousand Thousand Sons officers and soldiers, and their ability to hold out until now was largely due to the Thousand Sons on the front lines constantly slacking off. With the Silent King's help and the Dark Tech artifact's blessing, Russ was confident he could defeat the two clones in one fell swoop.

"My brother, you can prepare for the battle, but we must also try to bring these two clones to us. After all, our father's mission is to take both of them." said the Khan.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Ruth said with a hint of regret.

"Then I will go on my mission," Ahriman said, and stepped into the formed portal.

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"My lord, it's great to see you." When Carlos saw Ahriman, his excitement was palpable. After all, in his opinion, this Emperor's attendant was almost the most powerful non-Primarch he had ever met. Ahriman's strength, knowledge, and extensive military exploits made him admire him. And now, this Emperor's attendant was actually participating in the operation to save them.

"Okay, let me first explain the situation. The situation encountered by the Thousand Sons Legion is far worse than you can imagine. You are falling into the trap of the evil god of the Warp. And it was your Primarch who personally pushed the Legion into it. We have even felt that he is trading the souls of the Legion's officers and soldiers with the evil god. Therefore, we must take decisive measures, including but not limited to fighting Magnus!" After Ahriman finished speaking, he briefly introduced the other situations to the two, including the two Primarchs and their Legion who had approached, as well as the infiltration of demons into the Legion.

"So, what do you need us to do?" Carlos, who was shocked by the news, was silent for several minutes and finally decided to accept this reality.

"You guys, should have a way to communicate with the other side, right?" Ahriman said. "After all, your fight seems quite intense, giving the impression of fireworks, but the actual damage done is very limited. This kind of tacit understanding requires cooperation from the other side."

"Yes, we do have contact with the other side, and the people guarding the defense line are my students." Carlos said.

"Very good, you agree on a place with him, and then I will go there. I want to see the clone of the Primarch opposite." Ahriman said.

"So what do you plan to do with these clones of the Primarch?" asked Balek.

"If they choose to surrender, I will bring them before the Emperor and guarantee their safety, but if they resist or are contaminated in an indelible way, I believe the two Primarchs will not hold back," said Ahriman.

"This outcome will definitely cause dissatisfaction among our fathers." Balek said with some concern.

"He has gone too far on the path of depravity. He has been avoiding the Emperor's call and taking away the entire Legion. This in itself is already a rebellion against the Emperor. Now, he may even sacrifice the entire Legion for his own selfish interests. The Emperor is kind and merciful to his own son, but only if he admits his mistakes!" Ahriman said with a cold snort.

"Okay, let's get started." Balak finally accepted Ahriman's order.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Pony One was commanding his Thousand Sons Legion to resist the attack from Magnus. Although the battle line was relatively stable due to the tacit understanding between them, Pony One realized that this tacit understanding would eventually break down. When Magnus himself took the field, all would be lost.

Chapter 373 Different Choices, Different Destinies

"Number 5, I hope your method can solve the problem here." Magnus No. 1's clone glanced at the timer on the table and murmured. He inherited Magnus's ability to predict, but now, the thread of cause and effect and fate has been completely disordered. In his divination, the result is different every time. In countless intricate timelines, in some timelines, they were redeemed and had their due status in the empire, while some results were very tragic, including but not limited to being torn apart and devoured by the original body, or becoming a servant of some dark existence.

"Although fate is so chaotic, there is a common thread: we must not fall into the trap of the evil god." After making 13 predictions, Pony No. 1 discovered the common thread: falling into the hands of the Emperor would at least save his life and allow him to maintain his independent personality and thoughts. Although he might be forced to do things he didn't want to do, it was still better than falling into the hands of the original or the evil god.

After gaining insight into all this, Pony One shook his head helplessly, for he had no way to contact the Imperium, or at least, no one high enough within it. It was for this reason that he assumed command of the front lines, leaving Pony Five to find a solution. Among all his incarnations, Pony Five represented Magnus's understanding of the Warp. Often, Pony Five led the Thousand Sons Legion's explorations of the Warp, earning him the title of its Navigator! Previously, Pony Five claimed to have obtained an ancient relic that could open a gateway to other parts of the galaxy. Clearly, they could not defeat the original Thousand Sons and his Legion, so escape became their only option.

"Sir, there's a problem with the psychic shield in Area 3. The enemy has intensified their attacks there. A crack has appeared and is expanding. Our mages and equipment are unable to repair the crack." A Thousand Sons officer reported to Pony No. 1.

"Okay, wait a moment." Within a short time, Pony No. 1 performed three more divinations. He was surprised to find that the results twice showed a cold golden sun, and once showed a vast blue ocean. Although both the cold sun and the icy water made him feel a little uncomfortable, they were within his tolerance. At least it was not like the several times he entered a twisted crystal cage, which made his consciousness somewhat blurred.

Pony No. 1 realized that something was amiss, but he was willing to believe his own prediction. When he felt the crack appear, Ahriman and the others were already waiting there.

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"Emperor's attendant? Nice to meet you." Looking at Ahriman in front of him, Pony No. 1 quickly recognized his identity. The symbols on their robes full of symbolic meanings and the inhuman power emanating from their bodies were so conspicuous in Pony No. 1's eyes.

"Hello, what should I call you?" Ahriman sensed the other party's breath himself. Pony No. 1 did not have the breath of chaos pollution. His mental state was also very good. Although he looked a little haggard, he was still normal.

"What's your name?" Pony One was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected such a question. After all, within the Thousand Sons Legion, they generally addressed him as Magnus's Emissary. The original body forbade the descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion to address them as Father or Primarch. However, Pony One quickly realized that this was a gesture of goodwill from the Emperor, a recognition of their independence, rather than treating them as vassals or tools of a Primarch!

"I haven't come up with a name that suits me yet," Pony 1 said with a hint of regret. Names hold special meaning for psykers, especially for him. After all, his essence was once merely a fragment of a soul attached to its master. And now, if he wanted to strike out on his own, as an independent being, severing all causal connections with his original self, Pony 1 wasn't prepared.

"But you can call me Oliver," said Pony No. 1.

"Alright, Master Oliver," Ahriman nodded. "The situation is very complicated. A certain deity, master of conspiracy and change, is gradually drawing the entire Legion into a trap. His minions are already lurking in every aspect of the Legion, both within Magnus and within you. And now, he's even tempting Magnus and Avatar No. 5 through the Warp. We must stop them!" Ahriman then used his psychic powers to relay more information.

"That is to say, clone No. 5 may be deeply trapped in it? Is there any possibility of saving him?" Oliver asked with a frown. Deep down, he still hoped to save this brother in distress.

"We don't understand the situation. As to whether it's still worth saving, it depends on the extent of the pollution. But I think it's a bit early for us to discuss this. If possible, we'd better control it," said Ahriman.

"Now the defense line is completely under my control, and the people on the opposite side should be our own people, so the army can immediately launch a planetary assault, and then we will go to the altar and control my poor brother." Oliver said.

"There is no need to go through so much trouble. Here is a psychic beacon. I will work with you to place this beacon near the altar. Then at least one Primarch will be teleported over with his guards to control the target." Ahriman said.

"But the space around the altar has been distorted. Some people who are proficient in space teleportation may still have a chance, but large-scale teleportation is almost impossible." Oliver shook his head and said.

"It's okay. The higher-ups will take care of this," Ahriman said confidently. The beacon in his hand was actually linked to the Navigator's star map in the Traveler's hands. So what if the real universe and the Warp were in chaos? While the Traveler couldn't directly intervene, the Navigator's star map was enough to get Russ and the others to their designated location.

"Okay, let's get started right away," Oliver said. However, just as Pony 1 was about to accept the Emperor's call for peace, on the other side, the deal between another clone and Tzeentch was coming to an end.

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"I reject your proposal. I can't sign this contract. If I agree, I will just change my master. Before it was Magnus, and now it's you. But what I want is freedom!" Pony No. 5 said with disgust as he looked at the contract that appeared in the void.

"But it's obvious that you don't have time to make a choice. Magnus is furious. He wants to take you back and has already made a deal with a Supreme Being in the Warp. Maybe in 9 minutes, or 9 hours, that Supreme Being's vast army will appear on the battlefield. By then, no matter what the attitude of the Thousand Sons Legion is, you and your subordinates will be finished." Tzeentch's sneer echoed in the void.

"Never!" Pony No. 5 said firmly.

"Then we can change the conditions. If you are willing to hand over the souls of 999 officers and soldiers of the Thousand Sons Legion to me, then I can bless you. I can even provide you with an escape route when necessary. If you are willing to provide another 999 officers and soldiers of the Thousand Sons Legion, then you and your brothers can leave here smoothly." Tzeentch continued to seduce.

While He could still communicate with the real universe through rituals and altars, He was unaware of the Silent King's arrangements. As for the previously lurking demons, while ordinary Necrons might have been able to sense them, when the Silent King, the leader of the Necrons, personally took action, these creatures were no match. Ultimately, demons' prophecies and perceptions relied on psychic powers. If the Silent King wished, he could simply freeze your soul. How could psychic powers be lost?

"Me and my brothers?" Pony 5 hesitated. Admittedly, Tzeentch's offer was indeed tempting. Magnus was preparing; perhaps in the next moment, the main force of the Thousand Sons Legion led by the original master would overwhelm them all. Pony 5 inherited Magnus's Warp talent. Undoubtedly, among all his clones, Pony 5 possessed the greatest psychic power. This immense power also made him more arrogant and conceited, making him more susceptible to the influence of the evil deity.

Tzeentch's plot had actually begun long before, subtly influencing Magnus's original form and clones, causing them to gradually become indifferent to everything, even their offspring! Perhaps it wasn't obvious at ordinary times, but now, in a life-or-death situation, Pony 5's so-called "rationality" would lead him to choose the option that seemed to offer the lowest investment and the highest return. After all, he saw himself, Pony 1, and the Thousand Words Legion as distinct from one another. Pony 5 considered himself one of the Legion's founders, and if the Legion were severely damaged, they could use their genes and psychic energy to create a new one. Therefore, Pony 5 believed that sacrificing the souls of the Legion's soldiers to a powerful being in exchange for his own and his brothers' lives was a very "rational" decision.

"I can't just extract their souls," said Pony No. 5.

"You just need to take them to the designated location. You will complete the task as soon as you complete the rest of the process."

"What about the others? I want to take his other offspring away as well." said Pony No. 5.

"Then you will need to sacrifice a third group of souls, also consisting of 999 officers and soldiers of the Thousand Word Legion."

"The third group?" Pony No. 5 fell into deep thought, but this time, he responded quickly. After only 99 seconds of hesitation, he agreed to Tzeentch's request. After all, once the bottom line was broken, it would be much easier to break it again... After all, they had already sold nearly 2000 offspring, so selling a few more didn't seem to matter.

"Very good, it seems we have reached an agreement." Tzeentch said with a smile. "I can bless you first, and then we can do other things."

"Our deal is only a passage to leave, your blessing, and the precious life of my offspring. Nothing else is involved! You can't do anything to my soul and body!" Pony No. 5 said after rereading the agreement between the two parties floating in the air.

"Of course, as you wish!" Tzeentch answered with certainty.

"Then let us begin! I will grant you power and show you the entrance to the passage and how to open it. You will then carry the first shipment to the designated location." Tzeentch's excitement was indescribable. Now, he could finally harvest the soul and spirit of a Primarch. While he would abide by the agreement, he knew that psychic energy itself was a form of pollution that could alter a person's character and spirit.

Pony 5 was the first, but definitely not the last. Because, at the same time he was trading with Pony 5, Tzeentch was also trading with Magnus's true form! The scale of the latter's transaction was far greater. After all, the true form had the most Primarch essences, as well as tens of thousands of Thousand Sons Legionnaires!

Tzeentch had a grand plan. Incorporating Magnus and the Thousand Sons into his fold was only part of it. More importantly, he needed to open a passage connecting the Warp and the physical universe. Even now, at the height of Chaos's power, the ability of large numbers of Daemons to enter the physical universe was limited due to the need for sacrifice: the souls, pain, and echoes of intelligent beings were needed to breach the barriers of reality. This approach was far too inefficient; it was more convenient to simply rip out a smaller Eye of Terror. The Chaos Gods weren't short of manpower; their ability to deploy it was limited.

If Magnus's body fell into his own hands, and he could have the Thousand Sons serve him, then tens of thousands of Thousand Sons officers and soldiers, along with a large number of mortal psykers, would be enough to open a relatively stable passage. When a large number of demonic legions entered the physical universe, surely the changes contained therein would be even more exciting?

"The Abomination's legions have arrived. Previously, there was one, now there are two." Tzeentch also noticed the White Scars and Space Wolves, who had come from afar, but now seemed to be some distance away from the Thousand Sons. Tzeentch knew that the Traveler would surely bless these two legions or make things easier for them. But there was nothing he could do. The Traveler's power was sometimes so unreasonable. Escape and clearing the way were the Traveler's specialties, and Tzeentch had no way to stop them.

"However, the Traveler's avatar probably can't enter the real universe yet. If Magnus's true form surrenders, everything the Traveler has done will be for naught. Unless he makes a desperate move and commits two legions, then we'll see if they can reach their destination amidst the Warp storm." Tzeentch thought quickly, considering the other party's possible options and any omissions. Now it was time to close the net, and he had to be cautious.

Chapter 374: Contradictory Magnus

As the master of change and conspiracy, Tzeentch naturally wouldn't ignore the actions of the opposing god. The Emperor's power was of limited use in this matter. He only needed to deal with the Traveler. So, He attempted to have Magnus unleash his psychic powers, tearing open the veil of reality, allowing a large number of demonic troops to enter while also halting the actions of the two legions. He knew that the key to everything lay in Magnus himself. But now, Magnus's strategy was not successful. While the previous continuous failures had driven this arrogant man to the brink of madness, a series of setbacks had also severely dented his pride and arrogance. As a result, Magnus was in a very unique state, a coexistence of madness and caution!

"So, Magnus the Red, you sacrificed your 99 descendants and 999 mortal psychics, and you awakened me. What is your purpose? Tell me your request. If you can pay the price, then I can fulfill any wish of yours." A black snake figure circling in the void appeared above the altar.

"I sense the ripples of the Warp, the traces and echoes left by the vast fleets traversing the void. I have a hunch that my father has sent my brother. I wonder who has come here," Magnus said. As the pinnacle of psychic power among mortals, Magnus also sensed the approach of the White Scars and Space Wolves fleets, but he knew neither their identities nor their expected arrival date. Magnus realized he had been caught.

"It's the White Scars and the Space Wolves. Your two brothers are sharpening their swords. They are coming with a large fleet. They are judges and executioners. You'd better hurry. If they are willing, the fleet may be in front of you within five days." Tzeentch replied.

Tzeentch's words were half truth and half lie. He told Magnus who the newcomers were, but at the same time, he didn't tell him that the two fleets would arrive soon. There were two reasons for this. The first was that the Imperial fleet's arrival wasn't determined by the performance of the ships or the distance traveled. Instead, it depended on the Traveler's intentions. Just as Tzeentch could influence the real universe in certain ways, the Traveler, unable to descend in his avatar form, could also influence reality, and travel was the Traveler's core power. Tzeentch was also very wary of this person. While the Traveler wasn't as powerful as him, some of his abilities were truly deadly, like suddenly opening a portal and sending a fleet to smack him in the face. Tzeentch could try to stop it, but how effective it would be depended on the situation...

The second reason was that Tzeentch could not tell Magnus that the Emperor's fleet would be there soon, because Magnus' attitude was now very contradictory. On the one hand, he had been bewildered by rage, but at the same time, he still had feelings for the Emperor. After all, it was the Emperor who saved him the last time he was almost crushed by the dissipated divine power, and the Emperor had done nothing to let him down. It was he who did not accept the Emperor's call.

If Magnus realized the two Legions would soon arrive, he would likely surrender, both emotionally and physically. Of course, Tzeentch wasn't without a way to turn the tables. If Magnus surrendered, the Thousand Sons Legion could create a Warp Storm sufficient to prevent the Imperial fleet from arriving. Therefore, Tzeentch was truly intent on deceiving Magnus, and this was the key to the game.

Of course, as the former evil god, Tzeentch has gradually controlled Magnus and corrupted him in previous "transactions". If he uses force, it is no problem to get a part of the pony, but doesn't Tzeentch want to get more now?

"The White Scars? And the Space Wolves?" Hearing these two names, Magnus felt a surge of joy and relief. The Khan was his dearest friend. Before his fascination with psychic powers and lore, spending time with him had been Magnus's happiest moments. As for the Space Wolves? While Magnus had his reservations about the barbarian Russ, he had to admit that their equipment and weaponry were quite impressive. In Magnus's mind, Russ was a cultured barbarian...

Of course, he was most relieved that it wasn't the Dark Angels or the Iron Warriors who had arrived. After all, given what those two Legions had done, the arrival of the latter signified the Emperor's wrath, while the arrival of the former meant the Emperor was done with them. And now, his close friend had arrived; it was clear that the Emperor knew of his relationship with the Khan. This meant that the Imperial Fleet was only carrying out a limited punitive mission, perhaps a three-glass fine would do the trick.

Magnus's mind raced, considering his own fate. Suppressing the other two clones and retrieving his own soul fragments were his top priorities. But Magnus didn't want to break with his father. After all, he still had many concerns: his legion, Prospero, his homeland, and the land of his dreams.

"So, I still have time," Magnus thought to himself. The extra time seemed to relax him somewhat. After all, he thought five days was more than enough to deal with the two clones and the rebels. Of course, that was assuming he had other assistants on his side!

"I need strength now. My descendants harbor pity for the traitors, blinded by undue emotion. I need them to decisively engage in battle," Magnus said. He knew the opposing forces were powerful, but if possible, he wanted to resolve the situation on his own, rather than relying too heavily on others and potentially leaving hidden dangers.

"Then have you thought about the price to pay? I can grant you extraordinary mental power, so that your offspring will never have the idea of ​​rebelling against you. Of course, this is time-limited, three days. You have to solve the problem within three days." Tzeentch asked. He did not care how Magnus dealt with his clone, because as long as Magnus had this idea, he would not be able to escape from Tzeentch's clutches no matter what. After all, Magnus' level was too low and he lacked experience. He was less than 3 years old and was still a child in this vast galaxy!

"Then what's the price? The soul of my offspring?" Magnus asked, a brow raised. His original form was still far superior to the nearly possessed Pony 5, as he still had the upper hand. Pony 5 might only have a few days left to live. Backed into a corner, Pony had no other options. And what about Magnus? Although he had initiated the sacrifice, and despite the recent events that had left him fuming with anger, disappointment, and regret, there were still limits. He could simply deal with the "disobedient" individuals.

As for the conditions offered by Tzeentch, Magnus was still tempted. He was annoyed that his offspring were not working hard, but at the same time, he was unwilling to turn his offspring into a group of puppets. Because in his view, human wisdom and thoughts are the most precious, far more valuable than the body and skin.

"Just an altar." Tzeentch carefully hunted his target. "In the real world, there should be a temple for me."

"Hehe." Magnus snorted coldly and didn't respond. Clearly, after his chosen second homeworld was directly cleansed by the Chaos God, Magnus was extremely cautious about anything that connected the two worlds.

"I object. Your Excellency is a high-ranking being in the Warp, so it would be better for you to stay in the Warp." Magnus showed his vigilance against Tzeentch without concealing his intention.

"It seems that you are not satisfied with the solution I proposed. It's up to you. 9 minutes, I will wait for you for another 9 minutes. If you and I cannot reach an agreement this time, then there is no need to waste time." Tzeentch felt that he needed to put some pressure on the other party at the right time!

"Huh..." Magnus took a deep breath, calming himself. Now was the time to make a choice. He didn't know if the Imperial fleet's arrival time was accurate; it might be earlier, or later. But Magnus had much to do. He needed to defeat the rebels, slay his own avatar and retrieve his soul fragments, clean up the traces here, impose a gag order within the Legion, perhaps even brainwash them, and eliminate any destabilizing elements. Only then could he face his brothers, admit his mistakes, and beg for the Emperor's understanding and forgiveness. Clearly, Magnus was running out of time!

"If I ask you to deal with that rebel army, what will it cost?" Magnus asked. He had rejected the previous proposal, and since his own descendants weren't very capable, he decided to have someone else do the fighting while he cleaned up the clones and the battlefield. Of course, if someone else tried to cause trouble, Magnus wouldn't mind having his own legions take care of them. His descendants wouldn't hold back when dealing with them! As for what happened next, it was naturally a clean break with this guy!

"I need the mortal psykers you have. Just give me their souls." Tzeentch made a request that seemed cheap to Magnus. The two sides had been entangled for far too long, and Tzeentch finally decided to close the deal.