A deathly silence filled the air. Ahriman slightly turned his head to look at Magnus.
It was Leman Russ who had broken Magnus' spine on Prospero, destroying his physical body and shattering his soul.
Magnus said nothing, only continuing to gaze with his single eye at the image reflected in the divination.
"There is something I wish to entrust to you," the shadowy figure said to the laughing, alcohol-soaked Space Wolves.
"Has Guilliman failed to conquer some place?!"
The Space Wolves laughed, raising their heads to ask the shadowy figure, "Another cup of mead, and the fangs of the wolf will be shown to you!"
These Space Wolves, who had come to attend the ceremony, were clearly bored on Macragge. Hearing the shadowy figure's invitation, they could barely contain themselves and began to bare their fangs.
"This matter may not require much combat, and it might not even require you to wear your power armor," the shadowy figure said.
Upon hearing this, the Space Wolves immediately lost interest, lay back by the bonfire, and began to yawn.
"How boring."
"Leave tasks that don't involve fighting to the Ultramarines."
"doraemon brother, what do you take the fangs of the Sons of Russ for?"
The Space Wolves spoke one after another, looking completely uninterested.
"I want you to urinate on the ashes of the Thousand Sons Red Letter Warriors," the shadowy figure chuckled and said.
"We'll do it!!"
The Space Wolves, who had just been attacked on Fenris by Magnus, agreed without hesitation.
Ahriman gritted his teeth, clutched the staff in his hand, and trembled uncontrollably.
He watched in the divination as the Space Wolves of Fenris pulled down their pants and urinated on the sand that was the shattered Thousand Sons Red Letter Warriors on the battlefield.
"Hahahaha! doraemon brother seemed to say that Magnus and Ahriman are both good at divination and prediction, so maybe they'll see us!"
"Indeed, indeed, I also heard Grandpa Bjorn say in his stories that Magnus' divination abilities are very strong."
The pack exchanged words while urinating on the red word dust.
"Magnus, did you see that? Magnus!"
"And Ahriman, your brother is very absorbent!"
"Magnus, how's your spine? Although our technique isn't as good as Leman Russ', we can still stomp on your back!"
Ahriman couldn't help but gasp for air. He felt as if his lungs were filled with razor blades, each breath causing unbearable pain to both his body and mind.
At the same time, he couldn't help but look at Magnus again.
Magnus' face showed anger, though it was fleeting. But he was indeed angry.
However, Ahriman didn't know if Magnus was angry because of the humiliating treatment of his sons, or because of the pack's insult to himself?
Ahriman hoped it was the former and was willing to believe it was the former.
"Must we watch this humiliating scene?"
Ahriman gnashed his teeth and demanded, "And what exactly do you want to do?"
"Guilliman, Sanguinius, and that entity are about to head to Terra," Magnus said calmly, not even turning his head to look at Ahriman. "I will predict their movements and intercept them on their way to Terra, making them fall into the fate woven by the Lord of Change."
"Are you mad?!"
Ahriman blurted out in horror, "They have Sanguinius!"
"And that unknown Warp entity, that Grim Reaper!"
Magnus' expression twitched, and he turned his head to stare at Ahriman with his single eye.
"I will confront Sanguinius," Magnus said in a low voice. "And that entity is currently confined to a mortal body; you will confront him."
"Then there's Roboute Guilliman," Ahriman said, gripping his staff.
"We also have other help," Magnus sneered. "Everything is within the Lord of Change's plan."
"Kairos and its nine Lords of Change will induce Abaddon and Khârn to serve us."
"Tzeentch is the most irresistible of the gods, I am the strongest of the daemon Primarchs, you are the strongest of the chosen ones, Kairos is the strongest of the Chief Greater daemons. Our combined strength is enough to confront the alliance of Sanguinius, Guilliman, and that entity."
"The fate ordained by the Lord of Change, no one can stop."
"Ah! Ah ah ah ah uh uh uh uh uh!!!!"
A sharp bird cry echoed through the Vengeful Spirit's hull.
In the isolation zone woven by Kairos' magic, two Lords of Change stretched their necks, emitting meaningless, wild roars from their beaks.
As they roared, a viscous, colorful liquid mixed with some solid matter continuously flowed from between their legs, accumulating in a puddle on the ground.
And they continued to excrete, continuously discharging.
Abaddon, with a hideous scar across his face and blood continuously seeping from his chest, looking very weak, stared at this scene with a grim expression.
He had been wounded by Sanguinius, and to confront the two resurrected Primarchs of the Imperium, and to heal his own wounds, he had paid a great price to summon the Tzeentch Chief Greater Daemon, Lord of Fate, Kairos Fateweaver, and nine Tzeentch Great Unclean Ones.
Lord of Fate, Kairos Fateweaver, was the most unique of all the Lords of Change under Tzeentch.
He had emerged alive from the Well of Eternity, a place even Tzeentch had never set foot in, and because of this, he had grown two heads and could simultaneously see the past and the future.
Lord of Fate, Kairos Fateweaver, had promised Abaddon that he would heal all of Abaddon's wounds with a clever sorcery.
But during the ritual, two of the nine Lords of Change suddenly became ill, uncontrollably excreting those viscous, rainbow-colored substances. And the more they excreted, the more vacant their expressions became, as if their intelligence was decreasing with their defecation.
Lord of Fate, Kairos Fateweaver's ritual thus failed. The ritual with only seven Lords of Change not only failed to heal Abaddon but made him even weaker.
"What exactly are they excreting?" Abaddon demanded, pointing at the accumulating rainbow-colored matter on the ground. "What is this?"
"This is shit."
"This is knowledge."
Kairos' two heads gave completely different answers.
This was a characteristic of Lord of Fate, Kairos Fateweaver: to any question, his two heads would give one true and one false answer.
Abaddon stared at Kairos in deathly silence.
He looked at the rainbow-colored, seemingly steaming, and disgustingly solid-filled substance, then at the two Lords of Change who looked like they had been shat into imbeciles.
"Is it knowledge?"
"It is knowledge! Eat it and you will gain the wisdom of a Lord of Change."
"It is shit! Eat it and you will taste shit."
Lord of Fate, Kairos Fateweaver, again gave two completely different answers.
"Go try it quickly!" Then both heads urged Abaddon simultaneously.
Abaddon hesitated.
Standing in the shadows nearby, Khârn, wearing a twisted flesh hood made from the daemon parasitic within him, watched the scene.
His bare arm involuntarily reached up to cover his face.
The daemon co-existing with him and the desire for revenge helped Khârn suppress the rage brought by the Butcher's Nails, allowing him to barely revert to the person he was during the Great Crusade.
But looking at the scene before him, he would rather be filled with anger.
Khârn looked at Abaddon with suspicion.
With this pathetic state, he intended to intercept Guilliman, Sanguinius, and Doraemon?
"Is this it? Is this it? Instead of trusting Abaddon and Tzeentch's stupid birds, we might as well just bow down to that Doraemon who can find Erebus' location!"
The daemon co-existing with Khârn poked its face out from inside the hood, mocking him with a sarcastic tone.
Khârn was silent for a moment.
Without the influence of the rage brought by the Butcher's Nails, Khârn actually felt... that what the daemon said might not be a bad path.
Terra, Ecclesiarchal Palace, outside a secret chapel belonging to the Battle Sisters next to the Imperial Palace of Ascension Cathedral.
Sister Adelaide of the Order of the Sacred Rose knelt devoutly outside the back door of the chapel, praying softly to the entity within.
In the two hundred and twenty-two days since returning to Terra after the destruction of the Netherworld Star System, Adelaide had prayed like this every day.
She still remembered the sacred vision she had seen on Ashford Star in the Netherworld Star System, and the feeling of being blessed she had experienced when traveling through the Warp on her way to Terra.
Even the opening of the Great Rift could not stop the Battle Sisters of the Order of the Sacred Rose from going to Terra; a divine will mysteriously protected them.
Just as they protected that Saint Girl...
Reyna, Adelaide murmured that name in her heart.
She had found the meaning of this name in the Battle Sisters' archives; it once belonged to a legendary Saint Girl from Ancient Terra.
As Adelaide prayed, the back door of the chapel was gently pushed open.
High Sister Magda Grace, with pale silver hair, stepped out from the back door.
Adelaide noticed that High Sister Magda's face was streaked with tears, and her eyes held uncontrollable joy.
"The Saint Girl has awakened!"
"She has proclaimed the Emperor's revelation to us!"
"Archangel Sanguinius and Lord of Ultramar Roboute Guilliman have both returned from death."
"They will accompany the true hope, the hope we missed in the Netherworld, to Terra."
"Praise the Emperor, Sister Adelaide, for hope is coming!"
In the outer space of Macragge, Alexander, using an adaptive lamp, floated in space, looking at the vast, boundless fleet before him. He couldn't help but pat the four-dimensional pocket on his belly.
The first batch of the fleet had already entered the four-dimensional pocket on his belly.
"I'm really afraid I won't be able to resist selling all these fleets."
"When I get to Terra, the Emperor must compensate me for my patience!"
"This truly tests a cadre!"