"You failed! You failed! You failed!"
"The Omnissiah betrayed itself, the eternal dragon devoured itself, the Dark King destroyed himself!"
"You failed! You failed! You failed!"
"All of this was part of the plan."
Kairos shook his head like a deranged lunatic, uttering fragmented words that made Alexander frown.
Was the four-dimensional pocket thrown into the Well of Eternity? And was it Tzeentch who did it?
This… Alexander's expression became a little strange. When the four-dimensional pocket was involved, Alexander couldn't help but become more alert.
And the Omnissiah, the eternal dragon, and the Dark King should correspond to Vashtorr, the Tyranids, and the Emperor.
But in Kairos' words, why did these three terms all seem to refer to himself?
The first two were fine, but becoming the Dark King in place of the Emperor?
He absolutely did not want that!
"Is this a prophecy from the Well of Eternity? Is it something that will happen in the future?" Alexander asked Kairos in a low voice.
The Well of Eternity presented destinies that even the Lord of Change Tzeentch could not touch. If this prophecy came from the Well of Eternity, its reference value would be immense.
"..This is something that has already happened!"
One of Kairos' heads yelled at the top of his lungs.
"No! This is something that is about to happen!"
Another head quickly refuted him.
"This is also something that happened in the past!" The last two heads shouted in unison.
Clearly, Kairos had once again entered the state where one head lied and another spoke the truth.
Alexander stroked his chin, hoping to extract more information from Kairos.
But just then, a sharp wail echoed in the void, like the sound of something shattering.
In mid-air, Tizca's Revenge had almost completely vanished, leaving only pure energy, the nine Arcane Foci, and Magnus, who was bathed in the torrent of the Warp, lost in thought.
The nine Arcane Foci were, for a moment, even more dazzling than the two stars left behind by Ahriman. They projected complex and brilliant light, each ray seemingly containing thousands of bizarre runes. These runes pierced into the torrent of the Empyrean, dragging all surrounding material and immaterial things into them.
Even a star corrupted by Ahriman's sorcery was dragged towards them by the blinding light emitted by the nine Arcane Foci, falling into their gravitational well, compressed into pure Psyker vortices, and merging into the Arcane Foci.
A powerful Psyker tsunami immediately swept through all visible areas. The broken Webway fragment under Alexander's feet also wailed, threatening to disintegrate entirely.
This was merely the aftermath released before the nine Arcane Foci completely exploded.
Intense Warp energy was already spilling out in all directions. Alexander knew that if they didn't hurry and run, they would also be caught in it.
He directly stuffed Kairos into the four-dimensional pocket, and Mephiston also cooperated by packing the other six Lords of Change, along with the sticky liquid on the ground, into the four-dimensional pocket with his Psyker powers.
Alexander quickly stuffed Mephiston, the exhausted Guilliman, and the dazed Reyna, who was depleted of Psyker energy, into the four-dimensional pocket without hesitation, then opened an anywhere door and stepped through it...
Bathed in the torrent of the Empyrean, Magnus let out a savage growl.
There were many blanks in his mind; his memories, knowledge, and even will had become fragmented.
He was confused, bewildered, and felt himself slipping away.
Magnus knew he was in danger; the nine Arcane Foci, forged by who knows whom, were about to explode.
Although the nine Arcane Foci posed a significant danger to Magnus, he still marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship of their creators.
They must have used very profound Psyker techniques, he thought. It was a pity that Magnus' mind was a blank now; he couldn't discern the Psyker techniques used on the Arcane Foci.
He guessed he might have been attacked, perhaps to stop him.
Was it those beings from Chaos who could be called gods?
Magnus had personally witnessed his brother Horus being corrupted by the shadowy entities in the Warp.
This knowledge still lingered in his mind, which was filled with many voids, and was one of the most profound pieces of knowledge Magnus retained.
"You want to stop me from telling this news to my father?!"
"I tell you, no way!"
"I am the Lord of Pue... what Pro... what! I am the Crimson King! I am the Emperor's second... how many sons did I have, Father?"
"Anyway, I am Magnus! The tides of the Warp shall obey my will! My advance shall be unstoppable!"
Magnus roared, continuously drawing in the increasingly concentrated Warp energy around him with each breath.
For some reason, he seemed very attuned to the Psyker power released by the Arcane Foci, as if they were formed from his own Psyker energy.
Magnus pondered, realizing that both teleportation spells and information-transmitting spells had been forgotten by him...
If that was the case, then he could only...
Magnus searched through his knowledge.
If a person couldn't teleport or make a Psyker call, how should they quickly travel to a place to deliver important information?
Running!
A piece of knowledge surfaced in Magnus' mind.
In Ancient Terra, in 490 BC, the Greeks and Persians went to war. The Athenian army bravely fought and defeated the Persian army on the Marathon plain.
To bring the news of this victory to Athens, the warrior Pheidippides ran over forty kilometers in one breath, dying of exhaustion after delivering the message to Athens.
Yes, it was running!
Magnus also recalled seeing a map from his son Ahriman.
The map indicated an Aeldari Webway entrance on Terra's moon. As long as he ran out of that entrance, Magnus could reach Terra.
Thinking this, Magnus immediately took off his golden upper body armor, exposing his muscular, crimson body to reduce his burden.
According to Magnus' memory, the Webway exit to the moon from here was probably several light-years away...
But it didn't matter!
With his excellent footwork and an unstoppable momentum, he would surely make it!
It was only a mere few light-years; how could it defeat his well-trained body?!
Just one look would tell him that his strong muscles would certainly not disappoint him!
Perhaps he was originally an athlete? Or a bodybuilder?
Never mind, he couldn't remember. Regardless, he should hurry and save his father.
Magnus braced himself, crudely injecting his internal Psyker energy into his legs.
Father! Don't be afraid! I'm coming to save you!
Magnus let out a low growl, as if cheering himself on, then darted forward.
Roar!
Run, Magnus, Run!