[Nikaia Conference Hall]
Magnus felt his soul tremble.
He stood on the bright, exposed stage, like a crystal toy displayed behind a glass window, with countless eyes staring at him, questioning, mocking, and uneasy.
Those... those villains who only know how to hide themselves in the crowd and laugh at the Scarlet King!
Magnus thought angrily, but his anger was as fleeting as it had come, and he began to become empty and pale again, a helpless victim exposed in the spotlight.
He stared at the culprit intently - he at least had the courage to no longer hide his true face in the darkness of deception!
He looked directly at the monster disguised as a soulless man. The brief gaze made Magnus dizzy and he had to look away.
He saw the ignorant Mortarion, the rude Leman Russ, and the extremely cruel-looking Angron—they were all blind! Didn't they know the true face of the so-called Hades? !
But he didn't have time to curse them. Magnus looked to Fulgrim for help. He wished someone would stand up for him. Fulgrim frowned sadly and shook his head slightly at him.
…A phoenix that looks good but is useless!
Magnus cursed in his heart and looked at the angel. The angel's eyes were as cold as ice, like a sculpture that was about to break. He did not respond to Magnus's plea and just sat there.
Magnus' soul gasped loudly, and his eyes looked at the White Scars' think tank with an erratic look, but he saw that the White Scars' Chief Librarian was looking at him guiltily. This situation was not something that the Space Marines could solve.
… Why didn't the Khan come? Did he already know the purpose of this trial
Magnus was filled with sorrow and anger at being betrayed, he looked towards the Thousand Sons' seating area, where his children were staring at him with concern.
He can't fall down.
If he fell, if one of the Imperium's great psykers fell, then the study of psykers would fall back into eternal night, and they would be forced to burn books and bury instruments.
Magnus took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he cast the spell. If he summoned the guardian elves, would these mortals be able to understand the truth about the elves
The Thousand Sons rarely show their guardian elves in front of outsiders. The beauty of these little creatures is difficult for mortals to understand, but every psychic will understand their charm. Before the wise men discussed and named these warp beings "guardian elves", the Thousand Sons called them angels.
"Angel" is an irrational word with religious connotations, so it has been abandoned. There are no angels in this world, nor do they exist -
Magnus caught a glimpse of the darkness twisting and screaming in the etheric perspective from the corner of his eye.
Well, the devil still exists, and now he's trying to take humanity back to the dark Middle Ages.
Hades slightly raised the huge sword that he was holding with both hands, and a slight sound of it hitting the ground was heard.
Malcador's voice rang out from the high platform.
"Magnus, watch your time."
In the shadows, someone was frowning.
Magnus looked at Hades expressionlessly.
"Scarlet Monarch, silence and lies will consume the remaining trust that the Order of Silence has in psykers."
Magnus read his unfinished words, Hades threatening him, taunting him for wearing down the Imperium's patience with psykers.
Magnus raised his voice, his high pitched voice echoing in the hall.
[The vast ocean is naturally kind, but it is not a dull thing, and it will not open its doors to prejudiced things! ]
Hades closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, then opened them.
"Words are not enough. Show me your evidence, Magnus."
Magnus trembled slightly. Could he - could he summon the guardian spirit here? But wouldn't that be declaring to everyone that the Imperial Truth did not exist? !
Magnus abides by the constraints of the Imperial Truth and does not want to expose the Emperor's lies in public!
No, no no no—he could describe the Guardian Spirit as some kind of psionic species, bonded to the Thousand Sons through psionic energy.
But, he really, he really wanted to—
On the platform behind him, the loud sound of Malcador's scepter hitting the ground completely shattered Magnus.
No one supports him! Even Malcador is in cahoots with that devil! Then why can't he prove his innocence? Why should he stoop to lies? !
Magnus took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and psychic lightning crackled. As his hand waved, a magic circle appeared on the ground beside him.
The chaotic runes twisted on it as if alive.
In the audience, the archangel opened his eyes wide. He supported himself on the armrests with both hands and stood up slightly. The gold and silver ornaments on his wings made a slight clinking sound.
No, the archangel said softly.
The White Scar Think Tank frowned and crossed his arms nervously. Behind him, all the think tanks had unhappy expressions.
In the Thousand Sons rest area, Ahriman and other Thousand Sons stared at Magnus nervously. Whose guardian spirit would their father summon
The wolf king purred threateningly.
Others who didn't understand psychic powers looked on in curiosity or fear.
Hades had a blank expression on his face. The fish has taken the bait, he thought.
Magnus opened his arms and paced around, showing people the summoning array. He specially selected a quiet and docile guardian elf.
Then he began to chant, and the Scarlet King's red hair moved without wind, and his spiritual energy shone, tearing through the darkness.
Normally, the Scarlet King only needed a summoning array and a thought to summon guardian spirits capable of serving a city, but his brows were becoming more and more furrowed, with beads of sweat appearing on his face.
He had difficulty sensing his guardian spirit. There were too many soulless people here, which weakened his connection with the vast ocean.
Perhaps he should give up, but the thought of failing a simple necromancy spell in public was too much for Magnus to handle.
The voice of his incantation increased, and the density of the spiritual lightning around him increased instantly.
Sanguinius frowned, and the Archangel clenched his fist in anger. What on earth was Magnus doing? !
Hades' eyes darkened. Tzeentch ran away? Right
If this were the case, Magnus would at most be punished for lying, rather than being proven to have committed a heinous crime.
Hades clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand. Magnus, he thought softly, come on.
Sweat beads ran down his cheeks, and Magnus waved his arms, which made him look more like a medieval wizard. His heart was beating violently, and he desperately searched for a familiar breath in the vast ocean -
On top!
“It’s going to run away!!!”
Kirkland's scream exploded in Vox's ears. Vox tightly hugged the left leg of the Imperial Guard who was twitching and struggling on the ground. He pulled out a white bullet from his waist and exploded it directly.
Bang!
The thing inside the Imperial Guard let out an unimaginably shrill scream.
Bjorn, who was holding the right hand of the Imperial Guard, was choked by the white bullet dust and coughed violently, but he still held the hand of the Imperial Guard Amon who was struggling desperately to break free, and kicked the Imperial Guard with his feet.
Jin's huge body pressed directly on the Imperial Guard, most of Bjorn, and the small half of Vorx. The Mechanical Sage was hitting the Imperial Guard's neck with his mechanical arm.
The four of them struggled on the ground, Amon desperately trying to stand up, but the remaining three would never let him stand up and find balance.
Kirkland stood beside the tumbling men, roaring and using his Mars Axe to occasionally strike the Imperial Guards buried under the three men. Vox was sure that he had been hit twice by Kirkland by mistake.
Hawser huddled in the corner of the room, trembling. Just as the Imperial Guards began to laugh evilly and say incomprehensible words, the next moment, he was knocked away by Jin. He saw Kirkland being thrown against the wall by the Imperial Guards, and Vox and Wild Bear rushed into the room.
Wild Bear rushed forward first and took the attack of the Imperial Guard head-on. After a black bullet exploded, Vox leaned over and crashed into the waist of the Imperial Guard, while the syringe in his hand stabbed directly into the gap in the armor that Kirkland had just torn open.
The disturbing liquid was injected, and the Imperial Guards began to twitch, which gave them an opportunity. Wild Bear and Vox dragged the battlefield to the ground. The Imperial Guards' weapons were thrown aside and kicked away by Kirkland.
"Another white bullet!!!"
Kirkland roared, and Vox spat out blood.
"I'm almost out! Only one left!!!"
"You little bastard who goes to the battlefield without a gun! Hades spit on you!!!"
Kirkland screamed and struck the Custodian on the head with his axe again.
Vox cursed, he had already thrown more than a dozen white bullets! He had only used one black bullet!
"What are you afraid of? Sister Silent will be here soon!"
Bjorn roared,
It can't be the Sisters of Silence! They need proof, not even video evidence! The Soulless will banish their last hope—
"It can't be the Sister of Silence!!"
King and Kirkland shouted at the same time, followed by a roar from Kirkland.
"Blow up the ground! Blow it up!!! There's the main hall below!!"
"What the hell are you doing?! Kirkland! Can you blow up the floor of a defensive building?!"
Jin's electronic voice crackled, but Vox saw the appendage under the Great Sage's red robe stretched out, holding a -
Explosives.
"For the love of Allfather!!! What are you doing?!!!"
Bjorn shouted in anger and confusion, but the three lunatics from the Death Guard ignored him.
“That’s right!!”
Kirkland screamed crazily, the Sage's body trembled, and parts and explosives fell to the ground at the same time. Vox suspected that the Sage had removed all the parts that could explode.
Vorx desperately realized that he should not be here, but he remembered Mortarion's instructions. He gritted his teeth and roared,
"No!!! It's trying to escape! We can't-"
The guardsmen twitched violently, and the brilliance of their psychic energy suddenly increased. Vorcus seemed to hear the monster's desperate cry.
Someone is strengthening its connection with this space!
Vox was overjoyed. He praised this kind-hearted man and hurriedly took off all the black bullets on his body and threw them to Kirkland, which caused him to be kicked by the imperial guards again. His facial bones must have been fractured.
"In the name of Hades!"
Hades raised his head subconsciously.
Kirkland roared, and the sage fired at the mountain of explosives next to the Custodians, and the first ray of fire lit up -
"Bang!!!"
With his electronic eyes, Hades may be one of the few people in the audience who saw the whole process clearly.
Time seemed to slow down, and countless things happened in an instant.
The ceiling of the towering stage was blown open, and thick smoke and dust covered all the images. He saw a mass of something falling -
Hades could tell it was Vorx, a Space Wolf, a Custodian, and Jin.
Before Hades could even think of a question, he saw a mechanical arm extending from the gap, and with lightning speed, it pulled back Jin, who was clinging to the Imperial Guard.
The light hit the falling debris and dust, and in it were Vorx, Wolves, and Custodians.
The place where they landed was - Hades lowered his eyes and saw a successful smile on the face of Magnus who had not yet reacted. The summoning circle was emitting a light that looked like it had succeeded - the very center of the summoning circle.
At that moment, the Archangel stood up in terror, Dorn stood up and was about to draw his sword, Mortarion's hand was halfway to his gun, Fulgrim's mouth opened to shout, and Corax tried to fade into the darkness.
Is this a big job for Tzeentch
Hades thought, and he raised the sword in his hand. He was warned in advance by Kirkland's prayer and was the first to react.
He watched the mass of things smash straight into the magic circle. There seemed to be a moment of silence when they landed, but most people still didn't react. Magnus finished the last note by inertia.
There was a slight explosion.
Psychic power bursts forth!
The distorted blue figure flashed across everyone's retinas for a split second, so short that no one could tell whether it was a false illusion or reality.
Hades leaped to his feet.
The scream that had not yet been uttered was suddenly extinguished, and the darkness brightened for a moment like a fragment. When people were shocked to find that they were standing, tears in the corners of their eyes, and trembling as they looked towards the center of the stage, they saw the Lord of the Order of Silence standing next to Magnus who had collapsed on the ground.
The broken knife stood lightly beside the Scarlet King, as if it only needed a little force...
Hades lowered his head, absolute darkness shrouded his face, and the scarlet light stared straight at Magnus.
A blinding light shone from behind Hades, creating a dazzling outline for him.
“Others may not know.”
"Magnus,"
Hades said softly, so softly that only Magnus, who was breathing heavily, could hear his whisper,
"But I know exactly what you are doing."
"So, Magnus, do you understand what you are doing now?"
Magnus looked towards the necromancy circle with trembling eyes. The light had gone out and he saw the Imperial Guard lying there, dying.
He was breathing hard and uncontrollably. As the initiator of the magic circle, it was natural for him, it was natural for him to do so - Magnus gasped and retched violently.
On the throne, the Lord of Humanity stood up, with golden waves rolling in his eyes.
+Magnus, do you admit your guilt? +
——
Out of everyone's sight, Mortarion silently kicked Vorcus, who had just been kicked down by Hades and was covering his mouth and not daring to groan, behind him.
The wolves on Rus's side suddenly lay down obediently beside the wolf king, like a small hill.
Kim and Kirkland, who were clinging to the gap in the ceiling, high-fived each other.
For Pluto, the two of them cheered each other in binary and packaged the virus into the information.
4.1k, and more, yay!
(End of this chapter)