The Primarchs were the first to be allowed to move around in a small area.
Sanguinius walked out of the Blood Angels lounge in silence. The archangel turned around and saw darkness and golden light appear at the same time at the end of the corridor, clearly separated. Hades and Malcador were guarding the door with their heads down, standing still like sculptures.
On the other side of the door were the Emperor and Magnus.
There was a gleam in the archangel's eyes, and then he walked back firmly, away from that place of trouble.
Even Mortarion, who cared nothing about the internal political affairs of the Empire, would contact the Space Wolves for the victory of Nikea, let alone the other Primarchs.
Long before the meeting, Sanguinius had privately contacted the Khan, Fulgrim, and Horus.
Since the Emperor declared that he would return to Terra after this meeting and completely hand over the burden of the Great Crusade to Horus, the Archangel was well aware that the content of this meeting was definitely not as simple as it seemed.
His first thought was to warn Magnus - the Thousand Sons had crossed the line, and the Emperor might hope to use this meeting to remind Magnus.
But - but the progress after the meeting was far beyond the angel's expectations. The moment he saw the seating arrangement, the archangel concluded that this meeting might not just be to warn Magnus. He remembered the Emperor and Malcador's vague warnings to Horus... This meeting was far more complicated than he had imagined.
Everything that happened afterwards seemed like a farce.
Angron suddenly barged in, the meeting came to an abrupt end, and Magnus was forced to prove his innocence. Thinking of this, the Archangel's brows began to frown again. He knew that Magnus had gone further than any of them...
But he crossed the line.
The Archangel said nothing as the patrolling Sister of Silence walked past him. He came to the side door of the main hall and saw the kneeling Thousand Sons. They looked gloomy and embarrassed. Mortarion and Leman Russ were standing beside the kneeling Thousand Sons with weapons in their arms. The two Primarchs were discussing something in a low voice, standing in the posture of a winner.
Sanguinius did not like this feeling, brothers killing each other.
Seeing Sanguinius coming, the wrinkles around Mortarion's eyes under his hood narrowed playfully, but Sanguinius ignored him.
The archangel raised his head and stared at the hole in the ceiling.
He didn't know what happened above, but the angel who knew some psychic spells knew that it was definitely related to Magnus' spell.
That's... that's a Warp creature.
This thought made Sanguinius' soul tremble for a moment. He did not blindly believe in the Emperor, nor did he blindly believe in the Empire, because the Archangel knew the truth of the Imperial Truth. The Imperial Truth said that there were no living creatures in the Warp, no demons... No, this was wrong.
There are living things in the Warp.
Sanguinius knew this, and Horus knew this, too, that in the course of the Legion's expeditions, battles with psykers would inevitably give them glimpses of uncomfortable truths.
Warp creatures possess the magic of the Warp. They can use witchcraft more skillfully than the psychic species in the physical universe, which gives them power that is difficult to understand.
But this is by no means the reason why Magnus formed a pact with the creatures of the Warp.
The angel stared at the kneeling Thousand Sons in silence, his eyes obscure.
What kind of tempting conditions did those creatures of the Warp show to the Thousand Sons Legion, allowing them to break the most taboo red line
The angel's heart skipped a beat. Perhaps he should know—
As early as the beginning of the Great Crusade, the Thousand Sons were the legion with the most serious flesh and blood mutations, and their number even dropped to only one thousand.
After Magnus led the Thousand Sons expedition, the size of the Thousand Sons Legion gradually expanded. Magnus claimed to the outside world that he had cured the flesh and blood mutations of the Thousand Sons.
Sanguinius swallowed.
Perhaps most of the Primarch brothers would not think of this aspect, but as Sanguinius, as the Legion Commander of the Blood Angels, the Archangel was always paying attention to the news about curing the Legion's genetic disease.
The perfect archangel, with a shadow hovering in his heart...
Sanguinius paused for a moment. The Archangel pulled his mind away from the matter and began to look at the overall situation from another perspective.
He thought of the blue figure just now, which could never be accepted or forgiven.
Magnus knew that was unacceptable, and Sanguinius knew that Magnus was the most arrogant among them, but even the most arrogant person would not abandon his dignity and associate with such a creature.
The angel was silent. Was Magnus deceived by appearances and lies? Those who are arrogant and self-righteous are most likely to fall into the abyss of lies.
Sanguinius slowly paced at the edge of his thoughts. At the cost of Magnus and the Thousand Sons, he might be able to see clearly where the red line between the Empire and humanity lies.
You will also get a glimpse of how terrifying the subspace is.
But before that, perhaps Sanguinius could do something else. He did not choose to communicate with Fulgrim or Dorn, even though the Archangel usually talked to these Primarchs at gatherings.
For the sake of the Legion and to see the future more clearly, the Archangel stepped forward calmly. He was unarmed, with his hands slightly open. As he walked to the front of the stage, he saw the mocking smile in Mortarion's eyes becoming more and more obvious.
He controlled his compassion and ignored the Thousand Sons kneeling at his feet.
[Look who's here?]
Mortarion hissed a whisper, and Russ snorted rudely, folding his arms and studying the archangel.
Sanguinius shook his head slightly.
[I have no ill intentions. Magnus has also concealed too much from me. The people who were originally on the same side with him also felt deceived.]
[Why choose to believe in a wizard who plays witchcraft, birdman? ]
The angel frowned deeply, but he managed to control himself in an instant and spoke calmly.
[If you want to see me lose my composure - then you will be disappointed, Mortarion. I am not trying to stop you. I just want to know... know... ]
The angel paused for a moment, his head lowered slightly, and Mortarion and Russ looked at him in confusion and caution.
Sanguinius raised his head again, and the two Primarchs could clearly see the anxiety and confusion in the Archangel's eyes.
The angel shook his head again and spread out his hands.
[I hope we are still brothers - then, my brothers who know the truth, are you willing to warn me something? ]
No longer the archangel with the perfect mask, no longer the archangel who always seemed to be holding himself up, Sanguinius was truly looking at them, his wings lowered, trembling slightly,
Mortarion stared at Sanguinius in astonishment. He felt abrupt and puzzled. In an instant, he saw the figure of Horus in the past, and the moment when the Archangel and Guilliman tried to pull him into the circle of the Primarch at the banquet.
The Pale King opened his mouth slightly, uttered a barely audible single syllable, and then…
[Stay away from the subspace, don't trust them at all.]
The Lord of Death said.
Rus nodded irritably, and the Wolf King scratched his head and added rudely,
[Everything else is easy to explain. Just look at Luojia.]
The Archangel's long hair obscured his vision, and Sanguinius nodded meekly, then he turned and left without saying anything.
His uneasiness and confusion disappeared in an instant, and a smile of victory hung on the corner of his mouth.
He would not go back. The next place the Primarch would visit was the World Eaters' common room, where he had expected to see Angron with Mortarion and Russ.
There is another one behind
(End of this chapter)