Chapter 200 Friendship from Thousand Sons

The Human Empire, the Far Eastern Star Territory, the Prospero Star Sector, and the Fuzare Galaxy.

Prospero star.

The desolate border town of the past, a barbaric paradise where countless psykers and mutants used to escape the era of strife and persecution and massacre. The road was difficult and difficult to develop. Under the joint attack of the wilderness and psychic beasts, the united city-state stood tenaciously.

Today's Imperial Fortress, the most cherished home planet of the powerful Legion Astartes [Thousand Sons], is beautiful and shining, with several great white pyramids towering into the clouds, with the words Magnus and his

The rationality and arrogance of offspring.

These two comments sound so torn and different, as if summarizing the hell of reality and the paradise of fantasy, but the real fact is that Prospero perfectly possesses the core of both evaluations:

How lonely it was in the previous era of strife, how glorious it is in the current Great Crusade.

There is no other reason: simply because this is the hometown of a Primarch.

The fifteenth son of the Lord of Mankind, the genetic father of the Thousand Sons Legion, the Scarlet King, the Word of the Supreme, the psychic giant, the master of all knowledge, wisdom and rational decision-making.

Magnus.

The power symbolized by this name does not even need to be compared with other Primarchs. When other descendants of the Emperor are bathed in battle and blood, he only needs to move his fingers to do what he wants to do.

everything.

Save his brother.

Protect his legions.

Take control of his destiny.

Or let the human empire he swore allegiance to embrace the best future.

Few mortals doubt whether Magnus can do all this, especially after they witness the supreme power of the Primarch to move mountains and reclaim seas, they will naturally give everything they have and will

He was regarded as the ruler of the kingdom and the world, and from then on he basked in the glory of following the greatest.

At least, in the gray world in front of Morgan, its people did do this, and they benefited immensely from it, enjoying seemingly endless glory.

Once upon a time, this world named Prospero was just the most inconspicuous shelter in the chaotic galaxy. It was so desolate and remote that it had no civilization. Its only advantage was that it was located on the edge of the Solar Star Territory and the Far Eastern Star Territory.

The rift would not be taken seriously by either party. As a result, those psykers and mutants who were persecuted and hunted fled here one after another and established a chaotic city.

After that, the arduous survival lasted for who knows how many years. All strongholds were destroyed by sandstorms and psychic beasts. Subspace creatures called Soul-eating Bees slaughtered countless villages, towns and families, just to usurp the souls.

In the end, only the final city called Tizca is left in the brain of the capable person.

It was at that time that the amniotic capsule wrapped in the original gene crashed into the central square of Tizca City, and Magnus became a citizen of this desolate world.

It only took him a few years to save the fate of this world: compiling books, exploring ruins, encircling and killing the soul-eating swarms that feed on psykers. When the fleet of the Lord of Mankind arrived, he

The fifteenth son has prepared a rejuvenated kingdom as a gift to his father.

The Emperor gladly accepted this: from that day on, Prospero became one of the most important places in the galaxy, simply because it housed a Primarch, just because it housed an Astartes.

Legion.

And all of this happened more than thirty Terran standard years ago. During this period of time, the people of Prospero have been enjoying the light of wisdom and the convenience of psychic energy. The skills from the subspace are in this

Every inch of the world will receive the greatest degree of encouragement and promotion, and the figures behind these encouragement and promotion are often the warriors of the Thousand Sons, or even Magnus himself.

They are keen on this, keen on allowing every Prospero to integrate into the psychic system, because the descendants of Magnus truly believe that this is the future of mankind and a great cause that belongs to them alone.

.

Moreover, they do have the time and energy to do these things.

After all, they are very free.

Just like the wonderful curse brought by their legion name [Thousand Sons], when the Fifteenth Legion met their genetic father, there were only about a thousand warriors at one time, and they were infinitely on the verge of destruction: like this

Of course, it is impossible to immediately deploy the troops into the Great Crusade. You must know that even the seemingly trivial Battle of Duran resulted in the death and casualties of at least two thousand Astartes warriors.

Because of this, in the dozens of Terra standard years after they reunited with their genetic original, the main activity of the Thousand Sons Legion was to station in Prospero and the surrounding star systems, recruiting new soldiers,

Expand the force and strive to restore it to the size of a legion.

During this period, the Legion rarely went out, and the few large-scale operations they had were limited to humanitarian relief activities such as the Dawn Star Rescue, or the rescue of libraries and collections that were about to be submerged in the flames of war.

And the descendants of Magnus are also happy like this. They have no more interest in competing for victory and honor in the Great Crusade. Instead, they are devoted to this long time where they can concentrate on academic research and subspace. Moreover, they do not need to

Worry about being criticized and disturbed.

After all, although Magnus had several friends among his brothers, they were not people who would visit him casually.

But today, the situation is slightly different.

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"hiss--"

"call--"

"hiss--"

"call--"

He is breathing.

Take a deep breath.

He was performing this meaningless action over and over again, trying to calm down his still somewhat confused brain, or to seduce ideas that would be useful to him.

But, like I just said: this is meaningless.

"hiss--"

"call--"

"...Tsk."

After he repeated it several times unwillingly, he had to admit that it didn't help at all and he was still very nervous.

Ahriman, still very nervous.

This is rare.

The former proud and conceited Lecturer of the Temple of the Fifteenth Legion is now a little depressed. Ahriman is now standing absentmindedly on the tarmac of the [Wan Zhang Ray], surrounded by the top brass and backbones of the Thousand Sons Legion.

, looking at it, it is already the most elite part of Magnus’s descendants.

Captains of ten societies, leaders of three cloisters, lecturers of the Templars of five schools, and think tanks of the Primarch: all members of the Red Council.

At this moment, the dozens of Thousand Sons warriors standing on this apron are the core backbone of the force that assists Magnus in ruling his legion. Each one of them is one of the best in the field of psychic energy.

Grandmaster.

But even among these most dazzling figures, Ahriman is still the unshakable star, second only to Magnus: the first warrior of the Thousand Sons Legion has used his own strength and knowledge to overcome the genetic

The Primarch's instinctive preference for the children of his home planet made him the top figure of the Legion.

Now, Ahriman is the company commander of the First Society, and the Templar Lecturer of the Black Crow School among the five schools. He is also among the Thousand Sons Legion, which is famous for its massive psychic warriors. There is still some controversy.

, the chief think tank second only to Magnus: he used his strength and wisdom to win these in the Thousand Sons Legion, where the internal struggle has always been fierce.

Yes, internal struggle.

Although this sounds somewhat magical, within the Thousand Sons Legion of Magnus, there seems to have always been some kind of drama that is infinitely close to what those mortals call "political struggle". Many Thousand Sons officers will

Involve them intentionally or unintentionally, and engage in appropriate competition and competition for the benefit of each school of thought.

Of course, not all Thousand Sons officers like this kind of duel that does not require the use of swords and gunpowder. They hate any chaos related to interests and status, and long for a quiet corner where they can immerse themselves in academics.

Ahriman, this is it.

Although his battle brothers often whispered about Ahriman's "dark cunning" behind his back, and he would never deny these facts, Ahriman still wanted to stay in his room if possible.

Don't go anywhere, immerse yourself in books and scholarship.

This is difficult to achieve, but this does not prevent Ahriman from fantasizing about it.

But soon, his brief fantasy ended with a joyful laugh: his genetic father, Magnus, was standing in front of them, proudly praising his exquisite predictions.

Just because, at the moment that Magnus had already determined, everyone present could clearly see through the projection of the fortune teller that at the edge of the galaxy, the Mandeville Point was flashing like water waves, and soon

, silver-gray battleships filed out one after another.

That was the fleet of the Second Legion. They crossed the border between the two star fields and arrived at Prospero on time: just as Magnus predicted.

And that battleship, which is even larger than the [Ten Thousand-foot Ray], is a sign of the visitor's noble status: this is a genetic primarch, a son of the Emperor together with Magnus, the most powerful person in the galaxy.

The most powerful and noble existence.

She is the master of the Legion, she is the blood of the Emperor, she is...

Friend of Ahriman...

…

Maybe.

Ahriman frowned, feeling that familiar yet unfamiliar tension.

Friends... friends of the Primarch...
To be continued...