The Great Rift tore the Empire apart.
Countless monsters and demons of the old night appeared in the real universe, hungrily harvesting human souls and flesh.
The opening of the Great Rift caused untold suffering to the worlds of the Imperium.
The raging storms made Warp navigation difficult, and a large number of system systems that could not contact the Empire were as fragile as marine life stranded on the beach.
The number of mutants and psychics is also increasing rapidly. If they are not suppressed in time, the whole world will fall into the abyss and become a world controlled by those hateful mutants.
But to the Emperor's enemies, it is a welcome boon.
The servants of Chaos enjoy an unprecedented Aether frenzy.
The Ether Wind caused a large number of humans to mutate, allowing them to possess powerful magic and extraordinary abilities without any training, and also making them increasingly extreme and evil.
They absorbed and drove this power unscrupulously, constantly trying to shake the order of various planets and seize the right to rule humans, causing a large number of rebellions and bloodshed.
None of this was ever the most terrible.
In the void, a large number of mages, wild psykers, and mutants are all heading towards one place.
Their destination is a planet that should not exist in the real universe - Wizard Star.
Shades of twisted energy tore through the darkness of the night, shrouding the Wizard Star in a dark purple light.
Dark clouds rolled across the sky, and a giant tornado connecting the sky and the earth emerged on the surface of the planet, rumbling forward and engulfing everything.
This planet is inhabited by demons, abominations and cursed things.
Creatures born from Tzeentch's mad fantasies thrive on this planet.
Packs of horned beasts hunt in a jungle of razor-sharp cliffs and the twisted forms of failed believers.
Wandering demonic engines roam the storm-ravaged crystalline plains.
Rampant horrors, tzaanhorns, and fire demons step into reality at will or appear from naturally reopened portals, causing unimaginable carnage before disappearing as quickly as they arrived.
The Wizard Star is in the midst of countless chaos, but there is one place that seems very peaceful, and it is very different from everything around it.
A giant crystal pyramid sits on the plains on the surface of the planet. It is very magnificent, like a giant mountain range squatting on the earth.
The violent thunder and lightning and storms surrounded the pyramid, as if driven by some mysterious force.
Those malicious twisted creatures never run rampant near this crystal tower.
This is because there is someone here whom they cannot afford to offend.
Sitting on the throne inside the giant pyramid was a terrifying creature that exuded an oppressive and terrifying aura.
His limbs burned with blue and pink flames.
Its massive body is covered in armor with huge barbs.
Behind him, the blazing demonic flames were like a pair of bird wings with huge feathers, billowing endlessly.
This horrifying existence sat on the throne with his eyes closed, his soul wandering throughout the warp, searching for the lost ancient knowledge.
When he opened his only remaining eye, a strange blue light flowed from the hole.
The warp energy surrounding the entire planet became violent because of his awakening.
"Guilliman." He whispered a name, and then thunder appeared in the depressing, dark clouds.
If the Imperial Grey Knights, the Inquisition, or the Space Wolves were here, they would immediately recognize the identity of this abomination.
The Scarlet King, the Lord of Warlocks, the former Lord of Prospero, the Red Cyclops, the Eternal Damned of the Imperium, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion, Magnus.
This is a name that will be cursed forever, and the person who bears this name should be hated by every citizen of the Empire who is loyal to the Emperor.
Using the death screams of a billion souls, Magnus pried open the Sorcerer Planet in the Eye of Terror and reunited it with his former homeworld, Prospero, which had been burned by the Space Wolves.
A huge crystal ball appeared in front of Magnus, showing him the scene of Macragge.
The prosperous scene made him show a hint of mockery, and he easily guessed what Guilliman had done.
The other party is trying to rebuild that small kingdom, and then rely on that small kingdom to rebuild the order of the empire.
Looking into the crystal, Guilliman issued various reform orders, requiring his subordinates to create brand new technological creations.
Recruit enough soldiers from each world and strive to strike a balance between war and people's livelihood.
"Stupid as always," Magnus scoffed.
"This is my era, and humanity will be elevated in my hands."
The Emperor's Webway engineering project has failed, and humanity is doomed to remain trapped in the Warp.
Magnus decided to tap into this potential of humanity without limits. He would prove to others how foolish it was to ban the use of psychic powers.
Psychic power is the only way out for mankind, and embracing Tzeentch, who controls the way of change, is the best choice for all living beings in the world.
The empire is crumbling, and humanity is about to enter a great age of psychic powers.
Nothing can stop Magnus, who is smart, wise and sees everything.
He sent messages along the tide of the Warp, summoning those who possessed the gift of psychic power. He would establish a world on the Wizard Star that belonged only to psychics, wizards, and mutants.
A large number of wizards and psykers who were moved by Magnus' promise came from all over the empire and gathered on the Wizard Star.
Magnus planned to forge them into a formidable army.
An army large enough to destroy his father's empire.
To realize his ambition since the Great Crusade.
Give humans the crown of psychic power and allow them to evolve to a higher level.
With the Prospero galaxy as the center, the subspace barriers of a dozen galaxies are rapidly weakening.
The advent of demons becomes easier and the use of psychic powers becomes simpler.
When his plan is completed, these galaxies will become the core of his psychic empire, continuously creating psychics and allowing mankind to enter an era of universal psychic power.
"Perhaps I should find something for my brother to do to make him realize his folly." Magnus watched the developments on Macragge and was dismissive of Guilliman's return.
He had already used his foresight to predict the future of the galaxy.
The future of the galaxy is dark, with no possibility of salvation.
Psychic power is the best way.
The galaxy will be destroyed in chaos and war, and all people will embrace psionic powers and those ancient taboos.
Magnus stood up, used his scepter to open a portal, and walked in.
Foolish Guilliman, how angry will he be when he realizes that he has become a toy for fools
Really looking forward to it.
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Natal Galaxy.
Hive city.
Guilliman sat in his luxurious mansion, reviewing the interrogation briefs sent by the Inquisitors.
He worships chaos, sells stimulant drugs, withholds pensions from retired soldiers, uses his power to protect his family business, and has seized more than 90 percent of the Natal galaxy's wealth...
Even though he was prepared, Guilliman was still heartbroken when he saw the evidence of these nobles' crimes with his own eyes.
The empire is like a terminally ill patient. If you dig any part of it, you will see foul-smelling, rotten flesh and blood.
A group of fearless warriors are trying hard to maintain the survival of the empire, but a group of blood-sucking insects are lying on the empire, sucking blood and becoming fat.
Chaos is growing stronger, but the Empire is getting weaker.
"Look what these idiots have done?" Guilliman suppressed his anger to avoid being noticed by others, but the anger in his tone was hard to conceal.
The Natal galaxy is still one of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, and the situation is already so bad, so wouldn’t other places be even more terrifying
Coupled with the Great Rift, there were a large number of demon invasions caused.
He led such an empire to fight against the Tyranids, the Undeads, and Chaos.
Guilliman even wondered if the empire would collapse halfway through the battle.
"Execute all those damned bastards and send their children to the punishment camps to atone for the sins of their fathers until they die."
Following Guilliman's order, a large number of nobles with proven guilt were brought out and executed in front of the public.
Their children were sent to punishment camps and would participate in the battles against aliens and traitors in the future. They would only be redeemed when they died.
The relevant news was also sent out by the astropaths, shocking the entire empire.