Phrix was still stunned, and Ahriman made a gesture to his men. The Thousand Sons who had previously formed a human wall separation safety zone with the Iron Warriors stepped forward, and they smashed them without hesitation.

The head of every son of Sitan.

Just as all this was happening, the Stormbird finally stopped in the middle of the street. The son of Perturabo saw a slender and tall woman walking out of it, with blue eyes lingering around her.

light.

With the appearance of this scene, a ridiculous idea began to emerge in Phrix's mind, until he saw Ahriman talking to the visitor with respect, until the introduction of the Thousand Sons reached his ears.

"This is Ms. Morgan, the senior advisor of the Legion."

[I don’t remember that I have this title.]

This is a taciturn person, Flix thought as he looked at her face.

"Believe me, Morgan, just now, you have saved thousands of people of the empire. Any hero who has done such a thing is fully worthy of such an honor. Everyone present will testify for you, including

Frix."

The Iron Warrior just nodded numbly, and his inquiry was quietly transmitted to Ahriman through the communicator.

"How did she do it, or what exactly did she do?"

"It's nothing complicated. First, you need to accurately predict each son of Sitan at an altitude of several thousand meters, and then use the power of psychic energy to control their minds and bodies until the ground troops' explosive bombs penetrate their heads. That's it.

.”

"Sounds easy...can you do it?"

"..."

"Everyone has their own strengths. Ms. Morgan is a master of mind control. If it weren't for her gender, she would have been a Thousand Sons."

Flix's steel face twitched from time to time, and he still couldn't properly accept everything in front of him.

"A mortal who may be more powerful than us, and you accept it so calmly?"

Faced with the Iron Warrior's question, Ahriman just let out an arrogant laugh.

"This is the magic of psychic energy and the subspace... Of course you won't understand it."

Phrix's breathing continued to be hoarse with suspicion, and when the silver-haired lady slowly walked away, Ahriman patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, Flix, I know how you feel, but there's absolutely no need for you to be afraid of her."

"You know, I am her guarantor."

"If you really feel uneasy, it doesn't matter. We are about to meet the original body together. You can come with us. Trust me, you will like her."

"Even your primarch would be the same."

Phrix narrowed his eyes, and he felt something was wrong. The arrogant and reserved Ahriman seemed to be too optimistic about this mortal, as if he was bewitched.

Bewitch...

As soon as this word appeared, Fricks shook his head with self-mockery. He opened his mouth, but in the end he did not spit out any doubts.

The Incident of the Dawn Star was written by the Black Library and taken from the book Prospero's Lord. Its translation is available on the b-site.

Therefore, whether it is the joint disaster relief of the two legions, or the restrained Astartes, or even the later appearance of Perturabo with a personality that is not right, they were all written by GW themselves. Maybe they happened to be at this time

That's it~
Chapter completed!