"Yes, Lord of Steel."
Ahriman, who has come from afar, said to Perturabo neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"He has arrived at Ghost Star, and the Eldar are preparing to help him open the webway. Soon, he will enter the Eye of Terror."
Ahriman has lived for tens of thousands of years. He was born in the richest region of Terra - the Achaemenid Empire.
The leaders of this region were among the first to surrender when the Emperor launched the War of Unification.
Before the Great Crusade began, Ahriman and his brother Orm were accepted into the Thousand Sons Legion.
Ohm is a central figure in the Thousand Sons and is highly respected.
He led the Thousand Sons Legion for a period of time before the Primarch returned.
It's a pity that the hero died from severe flesh and blood mutation.
Ahriman was traumatized by the loss of his brother, and developed a obsession to solve the flesh and blood mutation.
This obsession caused him to make a fatal mistake in the scarlet letter spell.
That spell did save some of the Thousand Sons from the crisis of flesh and blood mutation.
However, some Thousand Sons whose souls were not strong enough became Red Letter Warriors without flesh, blood and soul.
Because of this incident, the enraged Magnus banished him and made him a wanderer.
Over the years, Ahriman has been active throughout the galaxy, looking for various ways to reverse the red letter spell.
After the Great Rift occurred, he got a new clue.
The Black Library is said to have the answer to this problem.
So, he was planning to enter the Black Library again.
The existence of the Black Library is very special. It is a place that is said to hide countless knowledge.
Once you enter it, you can find solutions to all these problems and also find your own path to becoming a god.
For this reason, Ahriman is very enthusiastic about the Black Library.
After being thrown into Chaos, Ahriman was different from the others.
He totally ignored any evil gods and firmly believed that he had nothing to do with Tzeentch.
Even though he often received the grace of this evil god and was regarded as one of the most powerful champions by the other party.
His dream is to become a god of witchcraft and rebel against the fate set for him by the gods.
However, his unruly and uncontrolled rebellious behavior only brought him closer to the path of Tzeentch.
The power of the gods is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Even if the other party is not one's believer, or even one's enemy, they can be influenced and manipulated and embark on the path designed for them by the gods.
News of Magnus's defeat at Pharos spread throughout the Warp.
Tzeentch's champion, a Daemon Primarch said to possess infinite wisdom, was almost killed on the spot in Pharos by his brother's scheme.
Among them, the long-silent Emperor also revealed his power and dealt a severe blow to the arrogant Magnus, nearly killing him on the spot.
Magnus' scream caused a violent warp storm to rage.
This incident caused quite a stir, and many demons who were afraid of the Emperor stood up.
Ahriman naturally knew about this.
And planned to avenge Magnus.
As a Thousand Sons warrior, even though he was exiled, Ahriman still regarded Magnus as his father.
Being expelled after the Scarlet Letter incident did not mean that Magnus was heartless.
But it was his arrogance that made all of Magnus' hard work go to waste.
In the past, at the Terra Palace.
Magnus rejected the Emperor because he was unwilling to give up his mutated offspring.
And the Emperor refused to forgive the Thousand Sons.
This eventually led to a complete break between father and son, with Magnus ascending to become the Daemon Primarch.
And his scarlet letter spell transformed all those Thousand Sons warriors with mutated flesh and blood into soulless scarlet letters.
This makes Magnus' sacrifice and betrayal a joke.
... ... ... ...
Perturabo rose from the Iron Throne.
He was already a behemoth before he was promoted.
After gaining the power of chaos, he became even more powerful and his body became even more majestic, like a giant of silver and steel wrapped in heavy armor.
The heavy armor originating from the empire had long been transformed beyond recognition. It was more like a sturdy sarcophagus than one made for living people.
The edges of the armor were alternating yellow and black, with scars and welds from tens of thousands of wars.
Its texture is unusually vivid, like a skin made of iron and flesh.
The Lord of Steel was not wearing a helmet, revealing a face that still retained some of its former nobility.
His head had turned into a necrotic, faded, pale nightmare.
Thick threaded cables dug into his skull, data and power hissing through his scalp and into his brain.
A pair of eyes as pure and flawless as black gems, carrying the majesty of the Iron King, as deep and invisible as the eternal abyss.
No one would be willing to look into such eyes, as they are enough to devour any soul.
"You want me to stop him." Perturabo turned and stared at Ahriman, his terrifying gaze like that of an evil beast from the Warp.
Even if a demon saw that look, he would scream in fear.
"Great Lord of Steel, this is my goal. Guilliman's army is growing stronger and stronger, and he has become so arrogant that he has declared war on the gods." Ahriman calmed himself and stated his purpose.
There is no point in cheating.
Perturabo was the Primarch.
Few could deceive a Primarch.
Pertura paced back and forth, knowing that Guilliman hated him as much as he hated the Imperium.
If given the chance, Guilliman would never let him go.
It is a wise choice to strangle the opponent and prevent it from becoming stronger.
"What did he do by entering the Eye of Terror? Or what did he want to gain?"
Perturabo wanted to know more.
As the former Primarch commander who had helped to create the foundation of the Empire, Perturabo knew Guilliman's character, which was steady.
After Horus launched a rebellion and started a massacre on the five planets of Instavan.
The first thing to do is to send Angron and Lorgar to disrupt Guilliman's Ultramarines and the Five Hundred Worlds.
If the Five Hundred Worlds and the Extreme Legion in their prime join the battlefield, the power comparison between the enemy and us will be broken in an instant.
With the help of the Five Hundred Worlds, Guilliman can continuously produce troops.
No one is better at business than Guilliman.
The most taboo thing when fighting with Guilliman is to prolong the battle.
Regardless of the advantage or disadvantage at the beginning, the Extreme Warriors will definitely have the advantage in the end.
"The Webway. He wants to obtain complete knowledge of the Webway." Ahriman told him the information he knew.
Guilliman did an excellent job of keeping each of his plans secret.
But a secret can only be hidden from others if it does not exist.
Once something is said, there are ways to trace it back.
The Warp is a reflection of the real world.
Any words, any emotions will echo in the subspace.
"Isn't my father's failure enough to make him understand? Does he have the confidence to create another golden throne and sit on it?"
Perturabo's tone was full of mockery, and the cables above his head swung left and right as he spoke.
"He did not intend to create the Golden Throne, but wanted to obtain complete knowledge of the Webway and build those real Webways. The Emperor's failure was due to his arrogance and hubris, thinking that he could make up for the technical deficiencies with his own powerful strength. The Emperor's Webway plan was incomplete and full of flaws. For this reason, the Emperor needed to sit on the Golden Throne all the time to prevent the invasion of demons. Guilliman did not intend to do that. The Eldar guided him to find complete knowledge of Webway technology. Once he obtained it, he would build a complete Webway."
"Once the Imperium obtains the Webway, its strength will be greatly enhanced, crushing the forces of Chaos. If Guilliman is not stopped, the consequences will be disastrous, and the Emperor's cause and ambition will most likely be realized in his hands."
Perturabo frowned at Ahriman's words, "You exaggerate."
"No, Lord of Steel, Guilliman has already started to reform the Empire, and his reforms have yielded results. In a short period of time, new technological creations have emerged one after another, and we even have a human beacon that can replace the Emperor's Astronomican. The guys in the Mechanicus are also trying to recreate some creations that only appeared in the Golden Age. The power of the Empire is growing every day. But we haven't changed at all. If we don't take action in time, we will really be defeated by Guilliman."
"Will you wait until Guilliman cleanses the Eye of Terror and descends upon this planet before you take action? By then, will it still be too late?"
"Do you think Guilliman can counterattack the Eye of Terror?" said Perturabo.
"You think it's impossible? If you have studied what he has done recently, you might not think so." Ahriman said in a deep voice, "He is more powerful than we imagined. The human empire has achieved unprecedented development in his hands. The gods have regarded him as an enemy equal to the Emperor and plan to strangle him."
Perturabo stared at Ahriman, pondering the truth in his words.
Is Guilliman really so powerful that he can make the gods fear him
But recently, there has been a lot of news about the empire.
The news that Guilliman was planning to trap Magnus and repel Angron had spread.
The other side also took control of Terra, and began to purge and kill Chaos sects on a large scale in the Empire, promoted the construction of lighthouses, and weakened the impact of the Warp Storm on the Human Empire.
These obvious actions are enough to show that Guilliman's methods are more powerful than ten thousand years ago.
"What do you want to do?" Perturabo said. "And are you representing an individual, or the will of Magnus?"
"I have been expelled from the Thousand Sons Legion, but I still have a large-scale Prodigal Sons warband of 1,200 people who can join the battle. Moreover, we should not have only one ally. The Primarch currently active in the Eye of Terror is not only you, my lord. The Lord of the Word Bearers may also join our team. His hatred for Guilliman is unmatched."
"As long as we can gather together, we can definitely use the advantage of the Eye of Terror to severely damage Guilliman's forces, or even keep them here."
"Then go ahead." Perturabo looked at Ahriman, and a smile appeared on his face with the cables implanted in it. "Perhaps you can also go look for Fulgrim. I don't know where that jerk is hiding. If you can find him, perhaps this temporary coalition will become even stronger."
"Then my lord, do you agree to form an alliance?" Ahriman asked.
"Our alliance is limited to the siege and killing of Guilliman. Don't expect anything else, and don't think I will cooperate with your other actions."
Perturabo blocked Ahriman's other thoughts.
He has been in the Eye of Terror for ten thousand years and rarely leaves this place.
Perturabo was not interested in the affairs of Gods and Emperors, Chaos and Men.
He just wanted to study his buildings and various incredible creations here.
If it weren't for Guilliman's revival and the rapid growth of the human empire, he would have planned to survive forever.
The Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy taught Pertura that relationships, no matter what they were, were unreliable.
The so-called loyalty and brotherhood are just lies, which will be shattered and extremely unbearable if they are slightly provoked.
Steel is the most reliable partner.
He had thrown himself into Chaos and found his own path.
If everything goes well, becoming a god is not impossible.
There is no point wasting time in the war between the Gods and the Emperor.
“I understand,” Ahriman said.
"When do we begin?" Perturabo asked.
"I have to contact the Lord of the Word Bearers first. If all goes well, we will be able to launch an attack on Guilliman soon." Ahriman said.