[Cardia]
A few white shadows passed by in the sky above the steel wasteland. One of them left a long trail of smoke at its tail and gradually lowered its flying altitude.
The remaining wingmen also lowered their altitude and landed along with the shuttle in the middle.
Bang!!!
The shuttle almost crashed to the ground, with a loud noise and smoke rising up. Bang! The twisted and deformed hatch was kicked open, and the figure of the original body appeared in the vast smoke and dust.
[Prepare the car! ]
The Khan shouted as the rest of the wingmen also landed, pearl white motorcycles emerging from the cabins.
The Khan looked around with his eagle eyes, and after confirming that there was no danger, the Primarch turned around to help Malcador, but to his surprise, Malcador was helped out by Trazyn without the scepter.
The Khan pursed his lips, "Your condition is not good."
The white-haired young man waved his hand and laughed sarcastically, "It's not in good condition, but it's good enough."
Seeing that Malcador was determined, the Khan said nothing more and continued to watch the White Scars prepare their motorcycles.
[The air pressure in the high altitude ahead is very unstable. The shuttle can't go any deeper. We will take you there on a motorcycle.]
Malcador nodded, and Yesugei put the windproof cloak on him. Uncharacteristically, Malcador pulled the hood of the cloak up to completely cover his face.
The White Scars' hospitality was always simple but polite. Trazyn also had an identical windproof cloak. The Necrons pulled at it curiously, and finally Malcador raised his hand. Trazyn's behavior of playing with clothes was stopped directly, and the hood was put on, just like Malcador.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky. The group stopped for a while and then set off immediately. Dust and fog rose up behind the speeding motorcycles, and the wheels trampled over countless corpses.
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[There are enemies ahead.]
On the speeding motorcycle, Khan narrowed his eyes.
[…Magnus.]
The Khan uttered the name softly, and a voice came from the seat behind him.
"… he?"
Khan didn't say anything, the motorcycle under him roared, and the speed increased again! The heavy bombs on the side of the vehicle began to aim automatically.
The Khan leaned down, controlling the car with one hand and drawing the White Tiger Scimitar with the other hand, reflecting the figure in the distance.
[Malcador,] Jaghatai Khan said, [Can you help? There are only a few Stormseers left.]
"Yes," Malcador nodded slightly, "I had expected him to come here."
The Khan was silent for a moment, [I will send you there first, Regent.]
Macador said calmly, "Keep going, young man, he won't stop you."
[Do we need to attack? ]
Getting closer, Khan saw Magnus, standing alone in the wasteland, with a magic circle under his feet. His red skin was out of tune with the gray world.
Magnus smiled, looked at them, and raised his hand towards their convoy - a typical psychic casting gesture.
“No need,” Malcador said, with a hint of meaning in his words, “He’s not attacking you. Keep firing your gun.”
Magnus' figure was gradually left behind by them, and the magic circle under the Primarch's feet lit up.
Khan was surprised. He always felt that something was wrong until -
"I feel like something is wrong?"
There was a noise behind the Primarch, and Trazyn nodded his mechanical face, "My psychic alarm just went off."
Makado, who was sitting on Yesugei's motorcycle, suddenly laughed. The young man took off his hood, his white hair flying, and laughed wildly.
"He really-he really attacked the wrong person!"
The boy's laughter spread far away, and then Khan heard a roar behind him. He felt Magnus's anger, and the next moment, space distortion appeared next to the speeding motorcycle formation.
"Go back!"
Makado cursed, and the sluggish sense of space distortion immediately disappeared. On the high-speed motorcycle, the boy stood up, stepped on the motorcycle seat, and faced the rear of the motorcycle.
Yesugei frantically tried to persuade the imperial regent to sit down, but the young man did not listen at all. He drew a magic circle in the air with one hand, and ominous turbulence overflowed from the runes.
"You little bastard! How dare you attack me?!" Malcador cursed. "I, Malcador, have killed more psykers in my time than you know how to read! Who do you think you are better than?! Do you think you are the only one who can see clearly, so you joined Tzeentch?!"
The young man cursed loudly, clenched his hands into claws, and pulled out iron chains from the magic circle. The iron chains trembled violently, and the demon's bat wings gradually appeared from the void. The White Scars looked at Malcador in horror. Malcador actually pulled out a demon from the warp? !
The tall demon struggled hard against the iron chain, but it seemed like it was just a projection and could not affect the motorcycle at all. There was only the clanking iron chain in Malcador's hand.
It was sleeping in its demonic realm, but was suddenly and forcefully summoned by the power of the four gods.
This seemed absurd to Bilak. The demon prince who wandered among the four gods and absorbed their power knew very well that it was impossible for them to bring down their power at the same time!
While struggling violently, the demon prince, Bilak, saw the mortal who summoned him. The white-haired boy smiled wildly, his face as hideous as a demon.
Be'lakor, the first demon prince, was blessed by the four gods. He cunningly maneuvered among the four gods to obtain their blessings.
+Be'lakor! +Malcador shouted, followed by a chant of the Daemon Prince's true name, +I call upon you to cut off Magnus' head! +
"Who are you?!" Bilak roared. He didn't want to anger Tzeentch!
Malcador laughed. +You don't need to know, but I grant you the power of the Four! Bring me the head of Magnus! -Don't worry about the Four, they will forgive you! +
Malcador on the motorcycle took a step forward and pulled the chain. In front of him who possessed all the power of the four gods, the first demon Bilak, who relied on the power bestowed by the four gods, was firmly restrained.
Malcador reached out his hand and touched the horns of the struggling Be'lak demon, then he loosened his hand that was holding the chain and let Be'lak go like releasing a white dove.
Be'lak, who was cursed by Malcador, had cloudy eyes for a moment, then flapped his wings and rushed towards where Magnus was.
"Tzeentch!" Malcador yelled. "You want to interfere with my mind? I don't care what your schemes are! I will strike your Chosen One today!"
The boy clapped his hands in satisfaction and chuckled again. A wrinkle crept up on his face. Malcador's eyes were cloudy and his spiritual energy was rolling, but it did not affect the boy's laughter at all.
Malcador coughed a few times, spat on the ground, and cursed under his breath.
"I've been annoyed with you little bastards for a long time."
Then the boy staggered backwards, but still sat firmly on the motorcycle seat. Malcador looked into the distance and seemed to be watching the war between Magnus and Be'lak.
The motorcycle team was still speeding along, and the destination was almost reached.
Talasin, who was standing behind the Khan, suddenly spoke in a low voice, so that the sound could only be heard between the two of them.
"Malcador... was he like this before?"
Khan was silent, his newly ignited anger was awkwardly put aside.
[Regency of the Empire...] Khan muttered vaguely, [It seems that the Empire has exhausted him in the past few years.]
Yes, code
(End of this chapter)