Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The first time he saw Russell, Magnus lost any fighting spirit.

The human being in front of him, who was only 181 centimeters tall, looked short even compared to the Astartes, who had an average of two meters per person. In the eyes of the huge Ascension Primarch, he was as short as a dwarf.

But what Magnus saw through that ordinary mortal body with his one eye was bottomless emptiness and despair.

In an instant, he remembered Tzeentch's words before leaving. The Lord of Changes' prophecies about the enemies they would face were: "Scarlet Shadows," "Abyss of Despair," and "Unspeakable Terror." Magnus, who was originally a little confused by these over-exaggerated terms, now felt that Tzeentch's description was really appropriate.

In the next moment, strong timidity enveloped him. His spiritual power, which was more powerful than anyone else, allowed him to feel the concept of returning to the void more clearly than anyone else. Staring into the abyss, Magnus could not lift even a trace of his thoughts. Motivation, he realized very clearly that all resistance was in vain.

But out of the pride of the original body and the pride of a scholar, the proud Magnus did not allow himself to run away like a lost dog in front of his descendants. He suppressed the trembling from the depths of his soul and stabbed the sharp staff at Russell, who was walking towards him.

Yes, Magnus's staff is far more suitable for melee combat than any other melee weapon.

After reacting, the Thousand Sons Wizard and Ahriman quickly launched an attack in coordination with the original body's actions. Hellfire bombs, hot live ammunition, and psionic spells hit Russell's back like waves crashing on the shore.

The attacks of the Thousand Sons were so strong, and the staff blade waved by Magnus turned millions of psychic powers. Under such a powerful offensive, even the strongest adamantine fortress in the empire would be breached, but it is a pity that , what they faced was not a fortress.

Slashing the fortress with a sword blade, no matter what the result is, you can still hear the sound of metal and iron clashing; but firing explosive bombs into the bottomless abyss, you can only see a hollow blackness.

"Being too irritable is bad for your physical and mental health. It doesn't matter if you become a demon yourself, but your descendants are still flesh and blood, right?"

Russell casually opened a subspace rift, banishing the Thousand Sons' attacks on him into the sea of ​​souls. At the same time, Magnus had already rushed in front of him and pierced his chest with the staff blade.

"The timing is good. It would be better if I could remember to behead the next time. This is easier."

Russell's frivolous words were in his ears, and Magnus woke up as if from a dream. What he saw together with the severe pain in his chest was Ahriman's shocked look and the sight of other Thousand Sons wizards who were already looking crazy.

"Father! No, no, Father, why... not..."

"no no……"

Amid the collapse cries of the Thousand Sons, Magnus lowered his head blankly, and a sharp staff pierced his chest without any bias. The vicious curse he personally gave to the staff blade broke out at this moment, Destroying the most original subspace essence of the Demon Prince.

In the eyes of the Thousand Sons, this was undoubtedly suicide.

But that terrifying existence was still wearing a black robe, and the ball in his hand was quietly flowing with bright starlight.

Russell took a step forward and grasped the staff that was a little too big for him...and pushed it in again, nailing Magnus's fiery red and strong body to the outer wall of the warehouse. This time, the Thousand Sons did not dare to attack Russell again.

"That's right. Meaningless resistance will only cause you to suffer meaningless losses. Why bother?" Russell smiled and walked past Magnus and entered Warehouse No. 8, which was too small for the original body. In the warehouse, he walked just fine as a mortal.

Arriving at the black box with Fenrisian poems engraved on it, Magnus' weak whisper came from behind Russell: "What on earth are you..."

"I don't have a really precise name. If you want, you can call me 'Star Bomber'." Russell said as he pulled out a silver-gray long knife from under his black robe. He didn't know what to do with unblocking. For the ceremony, I plan to use the chopped ones directly.

While he was busy physically opening the box, Ahriman and several Thousand Sons wizards rushed to Magnus, who was nailed to the wall with his staff. Several people gathered around the father of genes and cut their own blood vessels.

There is no point in fighting anymore at this time. They are preparing to activate the blood sacrifice spell, abandon the fleet and flee directly back to the Tzeentch realm in the subspace with Magnus.

The Thousand Sons were willing to suffer any loss as long as the primarch could be rescued.

"I advise you not to act rashly. Magnus has placed a warp curse on the staff that destroys the essence of the soul. If you leave it alone and give him some time, he may still be able to find a way to break his own spell. But if At this time, the teleportation spell is launched to enter the subspace... Guess how many demons the soul of a weak original body will attract? "

As for counting on Tzeentch's protection...it would be better to worship the Emperor in one step.

With the harsh sound of steel fatigue, Russell miraculously pried open the outer seal of the black box.

"Hey, what is this?"

Whether it was out of fear or Magnus's signal, the Thousand Sons Wizard really stopped casting blood sacrifice spells. Ahriman and his brothers were still vigilantly guarding the original body. Every wizard tensed his nerves to the limit and stared at the mysterious man in black robes who walked out of Warehouse No. 8.

Russell returned the Huntress' Blade to his waist with one hand, and firmly held a red orb the size of an adult's fist with the other hand.

The orb itself is light red in color, and a bright blood-red "pupil" is spinning inside the clear interior. I don't know if it is a gem that looks like an eyeball, or an eyeball that looks like a gemstone.

Russell's hand was clenched tightly, as if the thing would escape out of thin air if he let go slightly.

"Magnus, do you know this thing?" Russell asked the Red Devil, who was being tortured to death by his own curse: "This orb does not belong to the physical universe. Its matrix is ​​completely created by subspace. Although its power is not It is extremely powerful, but it contains a lot of...information?"

In fact, the moment he touched this red orb, countless complex information tried to flow into Russell's mind along his arm, but he rejected it.

"Message?" Magnus turned his head tiredly after hearing this and looked at the red orb in Russell's hand: "What kind of message?"

"I can feel that the information is related to spells and magic, and it seems to be inextricably linked to Tzeentch... But I don't know the more specific details." Russell helplessly spread his hands: "This is what Tzeentch is concerned about. Thing, you are the Demon Prince of Tzeentch, maybe you will know?"

"Do I look like a reckless man like Russ?" Magnus forced a sarcastic smile: "If I betray the Lord of Change, He will kill me even if I successfully break the curse later."

"If you don't tell me, I will kill you now." Russell said with a smile: "Ah... maybe not necessarily, I should save your life and send you to Terra to meet the emperor."

"You——!" Magnus choked out a mouthful of blood.

"Before meeting the Emperor, I can also take you to visit the gap in the webway that I blasted in the Palace of Terra. It was that thing that forced the Emperor to endure thousands of years of torture on the Golden Throne, but you You should be quite proud?”

At this point, Russell suddenly laughed: "Magnus, the King of Wizards, the leader of scholars, the incarnation of wisdom, the collector and keeper of knowledge... Do you know? The gap in the webway under the Golden Throne, later Named 'Magnus' Folly' by the Human Empire."

"It can be seen that your collection of knowledge is indeed just 'collection'. As for the wisdom contained in it, you have not learned at all..."

Magnus clenched his fists in weakness, why did this man have such a mean mouth...

It's okay to be cheap, but I can't beat him.