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Chapter 145 The Folly of Magnus
The first time he saw Russell, Magnus lost any fighting spirit.

The human with a height of only 181 centimeters in front of him seemed short even compared to the Astartes who averaged [-] meters per capita, and was even dwarf-like in the eyes of the huge Primarch.

But Magnus's one eye saw through the ordinary mortal body, but what he saw was bottomless emptiness and despair.

In an instant, he thought of Tzeentch's words before he left. The prophecies made by the Lord of Change to the enemies they will face are: "Scarlet Shadow", "Abyss of Despair", "Unspeakable Horror".Magnus, who was still a little confused about these overly exaggerated words, felt that Tzeentch's description could not be more appropriate at this moment.

In the next moment, strong timidity enveloped him, and the psychic energy that was more powerful than anyone else enabled him to feel the concept of returning to the void more clearly than anyone else. Staring into the abyss, Magnus couldn't bring up even the slightest bit of emotion. Motivation, he realized very clearly that all resistance was futile.

However, due to the pride of the Primarch and the pride of the scholar, the proud Magnus did not allow himself to run away like a bereaved dog in front of his children.He suppressed the trembling from the depths of his soul, and stabbed the sharp staff at Russell who was walking towards him.

Yes, Magnus' staff is far more suitable for melee combat than ordinary melee weapons.

The Thousand Sons Sorcerer and Ahriman, who had reacted, quickly launched an attack in coordination with the Primarch's actions. Hellfire bombs, fiery live ammunition, and psionic spells struck Russell's back like waves hitting the shore.

The attack of the Thousand Sons is so strong, the blade of the staff wielded by Magnus rotates millions of tons of spiritual energy, under such a powerful offensive, even the strongest adamantine fortress in the empire will be breached, but it is a pity , what they are facing is not a fortress.

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

"Too irritable is not good for physical and mental health. It doesn't matter if you become a demon yourself, but the children are still flesh and blood, right?"

Russell casually opened a gap in the subspace, expelling the Thousand Sons' attacks on him into the sea of ​​souls. At the same time, Magnus had already rushed forward and stabbed the staff blade into his chest.

"The timing was good. It would be even better if I could remember to behead next time. This will save trouble."

Russell's frivolous words were still in his ears, and Magnus woke up like a dream, and what he saw along with the sharp pain in his chest was Ahriman's shocked expression and the scene of other Thousand Sons wizards who were already looking crazy.

"Father! No, no, Father, why...don't..."

"no no……"

Amid the crying of the Thousand Sons, Magnus lowered his head in a daze, and a sharp staff pierced his chest impartially. At this moment, the vicious curse he personally bestowed on the staff blade broke out. Destroying the most original subspace essence of the Demon Prince.

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

And that terrifying existence was still wearing a black robe, and the sphere in his hand quietly flowed bright starlight.

Russell took a step forward and grabbed the staff, which was too huge for him... and pushed it in again, nailing Magnus' 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 narrow for the Primarch The warehouse, it is just right for him to walk as a mortal.

Coming to the black box engraved with Fenrisian poems, Magnus murmured weakly from behind Russell: "What the hell are you..."

"I don't have a real and exact name. If you want, you can call me 'Star Bomber'." Russell said while pulling out a silver-gray long knife from under his black robe. He didn't know what to unseal Ceremony, intended to be chopped directly.

While he was busy physically opening the box, Ahriman led several Thousand Sons wizards and rushed to Magnus, who was nailed to the wall with his staff.Several people gathered around Father Gene, cutting their own blood vessels one after another.

There is no point in continuing to fight at this time, they are going to launch the blood sacrifice spell, abandon the fleet and take Magnus and flee directly back to the Tzeentch domain in the subspace.

As long as the Primarch can be rescued, the Thousand Sons are willing to bear any loss.

"I advise you not to act rashly. Magnus cast the curse of warp space on the staff that destroys the essence of the soul. If you leave it still and give him some time, he may still be able to find a way to break his own curse. But if At this time, launch a teleportation spell into the warp... guess how many demons a weak primarch's soul will attract?"

As for counting on Tzeentch's protection... it is better to worship the emperor directly in one step.

Along with the ear-piercing sound of steel fatigue, Russell miraculously pried open the outer seal of the black box.

"Hey, what is this?"

I don't know whether it was out of fear or Magnus' signal, the Thousand Sons wizard really stopped casting the blood sacrifice spell.Ahriman was still vigilantly guarding the Primarch with his brothers. Every wizard stretched their nerves to the limit, watching the mysterious man in black robe walking out of No. 8 warehouse.

Russell sent the Huntress Blade back to his waist with one hand, and tightly pinched a red orb the size of an adult's fist with the other.

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

Russell's hand clenched tightly, as if he would just let go of this thing and it would escape out of thin air.

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

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

"Information?" Magnus turned his head wearily after hearing the words, and looked at the red orb in Russell's hand: "What kind of information?"

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

"Do I look like a fool like Ruth?" Magnus forced a sarcastic smile, "If I betray the Lord of Change, even if I succeed in breaking the curse, he will kill me."

"If you don't tell me, I'll kill you now." Russell smiled and said, "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 back then in the Terra Palace. It was that thing that made the Emperor have to endure ten thousand years of torture on the golden throne, but you Should be quite proud?"

Speaking of this, Russell suddenly smiled: "Magnus, the king of wizards, the leader of scholars, the embodiment of wisdom, the collector and keeper of knowledge... Do you know? The gap in the webway under the golden throne, later Named 'The Fool of Magnus' by the Imperium of Man."

"It can be seen from this that your collection of knowledge is indeed limited to 'collecting', as for the wisdom contained in it, you have not learned at all..."

Magnus clenched his fists in weakness, why is this man's mouth so cheap...

It's just cheap, but I can't beat him.

(End of this chapter)