Author: Tide of Crows

This is an old story.

It is neither long nor bloody, but it is a sad poem full of discrimination and murder. It is the fruit of ignorance and a nightmare of sin destined to plague innocent people.

The story begins before all human suffering has happened. It was a golden era, an era of dreams and ambitions. Countless ships set off from the homeland of mankind in a steady stream. They sailed away from Terra and sailed away.

Leaving the sun, sailing away from the safe haven for thousands of years, betting everything on the unknown void.

And the drama has officially begun.

When another ship carrying thousands of passengers was sailing in the subspace, this giant ship happened to hit an invisible wave head-on.

Magic, elements, witchcraft, psionic energy...it may have countless names, but its essence remains the same: it is an unknown gift given by the subspace, a terrifying talent that ordinary people cannot control at all.

Falling deeper and deeper into the turmoil, the awakening of psykers began to appear on a large scale among the passengers, and along with the emergence of power came the ugliness of human nature and the collapse of order.

In the chaos, time passed day by day, until almost everyone began to believe that they could not leave this invisible storm in a short time. Opposition and camps began to appear along with this thought. Some people denounced it as psychic energy.

Some bring it upon themselves, while others simply fear their power.

Until the last official trying to re-stabilize order fell and war broke out.

The mortals with absolute numerical superiority finally forced all the psykers into a desperate situation. They trapped these former compatriots and activated the terrifying weapons that were once forbidden, draining their psychic energy and life alive.

.

They thought it was over, but the real situation was not that simple.

No one knows how many psykers died in this collective atrocity, and no one knows how many innocent people were among the dead, but one thing is certain: when all psykers died,

, the only thing they have in their chests is eternal hatred.

Hatred is more lasting than true love, more violent than jealousy, and greater than unity. Before the victors of the war had time to celebrate, they realized with horror what kind of monster they had unleashed.

All the psykers who died in vain, their last and most vicious hatred before death were twisted together, constantly blending and expanding, and finally gave birth to an unstoppable existence in the spiritual world:

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"Sitan..."

Magnus wiped away the dust on the ship and whispered the name of this ancient giant ship.

The Primarch's single eye was filled with psychic fire. He raised his head and saw the rusty appearance of the ship. His consciousness of constantly exploring the outside told him that the last trace of the Atava team disappeared here.

.

Along with his will, the majestic spiritual energy turned into a sharp sword, and in the blink of an eye, a new entrance several meters square was carved out.

"Be prepared, the owner here does not welcome us."

Magnus tilted his head and told his only two followers that the Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion had used the greatest possible means to strengthen them so that they could play an effective role in the most difficult battles.

Then, a group of people walked in.

[Sitan] is an antique. It is obviously a product of the same great era as Kalena City's [Steadfast Light], but unlike its cousins ​​that are well preserved and can even be repaired and used, this ship has

The interior of the giant ship with an unknown name has been completely corrupted. Broken walls and scattered cables can be seen everywhere. If the outer shell hadn't been so hard, it might have completely disintegrated long ago.

The three of them walked out of the ruins of electronics, each foot stepping on the thickest dust. This place may have been untouched for hundreds of years - this is really a strange thing.

Morgan looked at everything around him carefully, looking at the countless dilapidations and dust, and thought this way.

It is also an ancient memory, so the [Steadfast Light] was placed in the center of the capital for people to remember and was carefully cared for and maintained.

But the [Sitan] was abandoned here instead. Judging from its dilapidation and thickness of dust, let alone regular cleaning and maintenance, the people from Dawn Star never even seemed willing to get close to it - this is why.

?

This question did not bother Morgan for long.

Because with their footsteps, the original gene and his attendants were getting closer and closer to their destination, until they walked through the last corridor, a wide hall appeared in front of them. Judging from the location,

This should be the center of the [Sitan].

On the left side of the hall, they saw an entrance that had been broken open by violence, and messy footprints extending all the way from the entrance to the depths.

At the end of the footprints, there were five warriors standing. Morgan could recognize Atava and Hathor among them. Obviously, they were the missing sons of Magnus.

But something was obviously wrong with the Thousand Sons at this time: they all took off their helmets, revealing rigid faces and eyes as ruthless as glaciers. There was no trace of respect in their eyes when they looked at their genetic father, only the last

Fundamental indifference and indifference.

"Come out, you guy."

Magnus spoke, and Morgan could feel the rare anger in his voice.

"You bastard who manipulates my heirs, stand up, I'm already here, come and fight me."

"I will tear you apart, your soul and your hypocrisy, because you made a mistake, the most ridiculous mistake in the galaxy. You tried to enslave the children of Magnus. For the rest of your short and miserable life, this

Mistakes can make you feel the truest form of purgatory.”

"I promise!"

The Primarch's fury raged throughout the halls with his declaration, and his opponent did not remain silent.

Morgan heard laughter, and it was the weirdest laughter: it was like laughter and crying, mixed with angry roars and the collision of weapons, and when you pricked up your ears and listened carefully, you seemed to

The deepest and most vicious curses can be heard.

Along with this laughter, the five Astartes took three steps forward. They stood side by side and spoke one after another, uttering words without any emotion.

"Welcome, Magnus."

"Welcome, son of the evil god."

"I have been waiting here for a thousand years."

"I wait for the catastrophe, I wait for the end, I wait for the reckoning, I wait for the sunset, I wait for the judgment that will surely come."

"As for our name, you can call us..."

"Sitan."

Magnus did not continue to listen, and Sitan obviously had no interest in speaking at length.

The moment they introduced each other's names, two spiritual energies like gods collided out of thin air.

As if the trumpet of war was sounded, as Magnus and Sitan started fighting, the Atava team, which had been controlled for a long time, also took up arms and came towards Forsis and Morgan.

"Protect it!"

Forsythe took out a book from his arms and put it into Morgan's hand. Then, the elite of the Falcon School bent down slightly, and his hands were stretched forward, then stood up, with his fingers spread out.

After opening it, in an instant, an invisible psychic barrier was erected in front of the two of them, deflecting the heavy rain of bullets and the psychic impact from Magnus.

Morgan held the beautifully packaged book in one hand and waved an invisible offensive with the other hand, aiming directly at the weakest person in her investigation.

"Impact!"

The curse words in his mouth shot out of Forsyth's barrier, and then amplified a hundred times in an instant, forming the most destructive sound wave, which instantly penetrated Thousand Sons' bare, unhelmeted head.

"boom!"

The hit Qianzi flew out instantly. He smashed into a broken iron wall, and the sharp rotten metal scratched blood marks on his exposed skin. The poor man who was manipulated still struggled to stand up, but

The rotten wall he hit could no longer hold up, and a large amount of broken steel and cables fell one after another with a crackling sound of collapse, completely burying him underneath.

"Don't kill me!"

Forsyth subconsciously scolded, but he was quickly attracted by Morgan's attack method.

"Telekinesis system? Aren't you a telepathic system?"

[This is the prophecy department. I have a hunch that the walls there are the most decayed. I just have a little understanding.]

"Whatever you say..."

Hathor's sword and Attava's bullets were like the most violent storm. Under the continuous offensive, Forsis didn't ask too many questions.

These controlled Thousand Sons warriors showed the same characteristics as those of the Red Dragon Legion: madness, silence, and fearlessness of death, but they also lost the most powerful Thousand Sons' unity in combat and the use of psychic powers.

Against this kind of opponent who can only rely on brute force and fighting instinct, it is not difficult to defeat more with less.

Morgan repeated her old tricks and quickly knocked down another Thousand Sons warrior. Then, she used countless pieces of scrap iron, glass, even decorative stones and dust on the ground to completely bury Attawa in the deepest place.

under.

At the same time, Forsis put away his defensive stance. He withstood the most violent psychic storm and used sword skills to knock down Hathor, who was shouting and fighting fiercely.

"I admit, he is much weaker than usual."

Fussy wiped his sweat and muttered to himself.

[Is it difficult for a controlled person like this to unleash his true power?]

"No, not entirely."

Fussy shook his head subconsciously.

"We have encountered many controlled opponents before. Some of them were completely controlled and turned into mindless combat puppets. However, the most difficult ones to deal with are those who are not completely controlled or hypnotized. They

He still maintains complete combat effectiveness and combat intelligence, but his heart has been unnoticeably distorted."
To be continued...