Standing aside, Sara, holding the force field scepter, smiled.
He was sincerely happy that the plan laid out by his master was going smoothly.
A perfect conspiracy is the best gift to the Lord of Change.
Only Magnus could have planned this so perfectly, and manipulated his fellow Primarchs into submission.
Magnus paid no attention to the respectful and admiring looks from his subordinates.
He played with the ether ball in his hand, and the pride in his one eye became more and more intense.
He could already imagine Guilliman going crazy over the loss of the Pharos Lighthouse.
"Capture the surviving humans. We need these slaves of the Corpse King to perform a powerful enough ritual. Don't let those damn stupid demons kill them all." Magnus whispered.
"Understood, sir, I will do it right away." Farrow and other wizards went out to prepare for the upcoming ceremony.
After giving his men instructions, Magnus continued to observe the situation of Pharos through his powerful psychic powers.
The plan was so perfect that he didn't want to miss any details.
He knew that Guilliman had deployed the Saint Celestine, the Black Templar Marshal Amalric, and the Grey Knights Mentor Clovis to protect the special lighthouse on Pharos.
Such a military configuration is enough to fight against the existence of the great demons in the subspace.
Even for myself, it would be difficult to break through from the outside in a short period of time. It can be said to be as solid as a rock.
Magnus had no intention of confronting him head-on.
The best way to understand a strong fortress is to corrupt it from the inside.
The seeds have been planted, and now the most important thing is to wait for them to take root and sprout.
... ... ... ... ... .
The Governor's Palace where Valencia lived covered a vast area and was luxuriously decorated.
The corridor was covered with a fine red carpet that felt soft to step on.
The walls are surrounded by valuable calligraphy and paintings, sculptures, and various collectible handicrafts.
These works of art are the painstaking creations of top art masters.
Each piece is priceless.
Yak followed the Governor deeper into the garden where the modified slaves were repairing and cultivating it.
The garden is huge, about the size of a golf course.
After all, having been the planetary governor for more than two centuries, even if Varen was incorruptible, he still had this little bit of wealth.
Valen finally brought Yak into a hall deep in the mansion.
This place is very secretive and not many people come here.
Valen reached out and touched the switch, and the luxurious crystal chandelier installed above the hall emitted a soft light that drove away the darkness.
A mechanical hum sounded in a hidden corner, and the fan at the exhaust port started to turn.
The stuffy, stale air is exhausted and fresh air is brought in through the vents.
The temperature was also adjusted much better.
"Sir, why did you bring me here?" Yak asked puzzledly. He looked at the person he respected and admired, his tone full of confusion.
"I need your help, and Faros needs your help too, Yak." Valen looked at the young and handsome Yak with a solemn tone.
Once upon a time, he was this young.
Being young is a good thing, it represents vitality and youth.
"So what should I do?" asked Yake.
"Close your eyes," Valen said.
Acre was completely unprepared, as Varen had ruled Pharos for two and a half centuries.
Countless people are praising his achievements and he is the most respected person.
In Faros, besides the Emperor and the Primarch, Varen has become the third faith.
"I'm sorry." Valen whispered, then he slashed his hand and cut Jack's throat in an instant.
Yake felt the pain in his throat and opened his eyes.
He looked at the person he respected most in his life holding the dagger that could kill him.
The blood slid down the shiny dagger, crystal clear, like perfect grains of blood jade.
Why
Yak reached out to cover the wound on his throat, and warm blood gushed out, quickly seeping out from between his fingers.
Young, vibrant eyes filled with the pain of betrayal.
He didn't understand why the respectable Valen would do this.
"For the Empire," Varen said softly. "I'm sorry, but I have to do it. A little evil is nothing in the face of a greater purpose."
Yak did not die immediately. He watched Valen take out a book without a cover and search through it.
Then, she crouched beside him, put the book aside, and traced something on his body according to the intricate patterns on it.
"He betrayed us."
Jack's brain lost the ability to think due to lack of oxygen, and this was the only thought left in his mind.
Why
Why betray
Yak's eyes widened, and those eyes seemed to be questioning Valen, why did he do such a thing?
Why betray the Empire and betray humanity
Valen ignored those eyes and continued to draw the chaos runes.
An eight-pointed star surrounded by three rings, and the ancient, long-lost Nien language.
After the carving was completed, Valen began to recite the ancient sacrificial text in the book.
The crystal chandelier in the hall flickered and the temperature dropped suddenly.
A biting cold wind blew in from some unknown corner.
There were strange whispers in the wind, as if twisted creatures were inviting Valen to the eternal world.
Valen controlled his nerves and continued to chant according to the records in the book.
The lights flickered more and more, and a thin layer of frost formed on the floor.
Shadows gathered in the corners and sharp laughter sounded, making people shudder.
Fear welled up in Valen's heart. He shouldn't do such a thing.
But now, there is no turning back.
As the final prayer fell, a mixture of shrill screams, whispers, and foolish sounds came from the shadows.
It seemed as if tens of millions of people were shouting, and it seemed as if one person was shouting out tens of millions of voices.
A black whirlwind carrying burning ashes swirled around Yak's body.
Everything reached a climax, and then quickly fell.
When the bodies disappeared, the cold receded and the whispers died away.
It seems like none of this ever happened.
After completing all the procedures according to the ceremony, Valen closed the book tremblingly.
Jack's body had disappeared, and only the bloodstains on the carpet proved his existence.
A warm current appeared in Valen's body, making him feel that his old body was filled with strength again.
The ceremony was successful.
By sacrificing Yak, he regained his strength.
"Praise the Emperor, your sacrifice was worthy, Ark."
Valen whispered.
"I will serve the Emperor more devoutly, and serve the Primarch more devoutly."
After saying this, Valen packed up his things and locked up the book containing forbidden witchcraft. He swore that he would never use this book again.
After he sincerely confessed again.
Valen asked a robot servant in charge of cleaning to clean the blood stains on the carpet and erase the last trace of Yak.
It wasn't difficult to comfort Yake's family.
Valencia is fully prepared for this.
Everything is so perfect.
There is not the slightest flaw.
... ... ... ... ... ...
Pharos Fortress.
"This is alien technology. The Primarch is taking a very dangerous path." Grand Marshal Amaritch of the Black Templars looked at the steel tower rising into the clouds in front of him with a tone full of disgust.
"But we have no choice." said the mechanical sage Regula, whose entire body has been transformed into a machine.
His entire body is made of machinery and is as huge as a heavy tank.
He can only walk using an anti-gravity suspension device and hydraulic mechanical prostheses.
The thick cables connecting numerous weapons and exploration equipment used for research made him look very bloated.
Mechanical Sage Cawl commissioned Regula to investigate the Lighthouse of Pharos and send the relevant data to Macragge.
"What are the results of the research?" Amaritch suppressed the disgust in his heart.
"This is confidential, and your mission is to protect the lighthouse, not to understand it." Regula's voice came through the sound generator built into his abdomen, refusing to disclose any information.
Amaritch frowned, "Don't I even have the right to know what I am guarding?"