Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The cruiser's engine cooled down, and the mechanical equipment creaked and groaned. The machine spirit was pouring out his dissatisfaction, but Ahriman had no choice. The man who could appease the machine spirit was dead. The corpse that awakened the movement was also born from the degenerated body. Robbed from inside.

Walking in the dim corridor with the newly recovered Thousand Sons warriors, degenerates and orcs have always been known to be tough to deal with. Although Ahriman has cleared away the larger enemies, there is no guarantee that there will be more in the corners. The little thing is moving.

The buzzing noise coming from the pipe sounded like the sound of orcs and degenerates fighting. Ahriman was tired of cleaning up these debris, but he had to do it. When these things became a climate, this ship would not be his responsibility. Forget it.

The sound of the Thousand Sons walking was masked by Ahriman's magic. They held the ancient guns tightly. The bullets ejected by these weapons were not much different from the witchcraft flames. As long as the wizard who controlled them had enough magic, these weapons could keep shooting. .

Ahriman discovered a clump of degenerate matter hiding in the thick pipe. The tangle of these things was so disgusting that it tainted Ahriman's psychic vision.

A bolt of lightning struck first, and then the tube wall cracked fragilely, and many degenerated bodies spewed out, subconsciously rushing towards Ahriman, the only living person.

The Thousand Sons opened fire on the degraded bodies. Their puppet-like qualities made them no different from dead objects like stones in the eyes of the degraded bodies. This was also the key to Ahriman's ability to defeat all the degraded bodies that were dozens of times larger than him.

As long as they protect themselves, the Thousand Sons will eventually burn all the degraded bodies to death with witch fire.

Soon, there was only ashes and excessively hard bone residue left in the degraded body. Ahriman moved his fingers, and a group of zombies staggered over, clumsily and firmly collecting the remains of the degraded bodies.

Clean from the upper level to the lower level and from the main channel to the ventilation duct. Along the way, the Thousand Sons gained thousands more kills. Seeing the Thousand Sons' ferocity, the orcs fled to the lower levels of the ship, while the degraded bodies pounced on them again and again without thinking.

Ahriman checked the condition of the Thousand Sons to see if the previous battle had caused any damage to their coffin-like armor. After repairing these damages, Ahriman prepared to continue the work of clearing the enemy.

At this moment, huge psychic energy fluctuations came from outside the ship. The subspace was squeezed by this fluctuation, and something rushed straight towards Ahriman and the others.

What will it be? A demon looking to take advantage of a weak spot?

With the thunder gathering in the palm of Ahriman, it is not uncommon for daemons to take an interest in Space Marines. Ahriman has many ways to subdue demons and train them into fighting slaves, seal them in stone slabs or directly bind them in weapons.

Even if we flee in confusion in Cadia, we cannot be shaken by beasts like you!

Ahriman's eyes were cold and he vowed to give these demons who knew nothing about heaven and earth an experience they would never forget.

But what kind of demons were those sent from afar? They were Magnus and Ifreni who were eager to save their children. As soon as the two people came out of the teleportation state, they were bombarded by Ahriman's lightning and countless fire rains from the Thousand Sons warriors.

Magnus raised his brows, feeling very unhappy with the attack in front of him. With a wave of his hand, these attacks were transferred into the subspace and dissipated. His one eye stared at Ahriman and said in a cold tone: "Is this how you treat your father?"

Ahriman also disliked Magnus and sarcastically said, "You are not worthy of being our father. When the wild wolves were killing and looting everywhere, and you turned a blind eye, you were already a dead person in my heart."

Ahriman's words directly hit Magnus's pain point, making Magnus's face, which was already red, even scarier. But he had not come here to quarrel with Ahriman, and he quietly signaled to Efreyne to prepare herself.

Something's wrong... Magnus's aura has changed...

Ahriman was puzzled by Magnus's current state. The Lord of the Thousand Sons should not be so sane. He had long been drained of all his sanity by Tzeentch's many promises, and was no different from a madman. Sometimes he shouted that he was carrying a serious crime, and sometimes he denounced the corpse emperor for being corrupt. Many contradictory words came out of his mouth, and the joyful laughter of Tzeentch came from the ever-changing heaven.

Ahriman knew nothing about the many changes that had taken place in the subspace. He could only keep a distance from Magnus and think about how to escape from Magnus. He did not think that his father, whom he had not seen for a long time, came to him. What a good thing.

"Ahriman..." Magnus spoke to break the suffocating silence, "I have now escaped from Tzeentch's control. You can trust that I care about you and your brothers. I I came here to reverse the effects of the Scarlet Letter Spell and restore the Thousand Sons to normal.”

"These words are very familiar." Ahriman sneered at Magnus's promise, "I remember you said the same in Prospero. As a result, as soon as the ceremony was completed, we were surrounded by wild wolves. .”

What the hell are you...

Magnus was irritated with Ahriman's determination to bring up the other pot, especially when he thought that Ahriman's ridicule was right, which made his heart feel even more depressed.

Resisting the urge to get angry, Magnus continued patiently, "I am sure this time. I am talking to you now as a father, not as the original body of the Legion. Ahriman, please believe it. I feel the same way as you on the issue of saving Thousand Sons."

Such sincerity did not win Ahriman's trust. He tilted his head in confusion and looked at Magnus as if he were insane.

"Really? Father?"

Hearing Ahriman change his words, Magnus felt much better. He took a few steps forward, and before he could say anything, he saw Ahriman suddenly raising his staff, and the huge spiritual energy condensed into a sharp spike heading straight for Magnus's chest.

Is he trying to trick me into letting my guard down?

Magnus was hit by a spike, and the biting cold and the heat that burned his flesh were simultaneously entangled on the surface of his soul. Ahriman killed countless champions who boasted of divine favor through this powerful and cruel spell.

Before Magnus could suppress the pain, Ahriman and the Thousand Sons warriors attacked Magnus again, beating him to pieces and leaving him in pain.

"Enough Ahriman!" Magnus roared violently, and his figure became even larger with the blessing of spiritual energy and anger, directly filling the narrow and high corridor.