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

"Ahriman, you are always so self-righteous! I am doing this for your own good!"

"I'll give you the same thing! Magnus!"

Ahriman was not afraid at all when facing Magnus, who was like a giant, and directly built a shield to block all the anger. More deadly spells are flowing at the fingertips, and it only takes Ahriman's thought to fly to Magnus.

Seeing Magnus and Ahriman facing each other so passionately, Ifreni couldn't help but feel a little stupid.

However, she couldn't get too involved in other people's conflicts, so she could only quietly hide behind Magnus and prepare for the reversal ceremony.

Guilliman is better, this has never happened to his legion...

Tsk! How can you think about this while working?

Ifreni was annoyed by the confusion and weakness of her thoughts. She was dreaming more and more now, and Guilliman was becoming more and more bold and passionate in her dreams.

When Ifreni was troubled like this, Guilliman naturally couldn't get over it. Even a demigod needs to rest. Although it only takes half an hour for him to fall asleep at a time to regain his energy, the experience of time in his dreams is extremely abstract. Not to mention that Guilliman's dream can even be continued, and the story that could not be finished before can be completed.

Guilliman was also troubled by the problem of his dreams, but he didn't know who to talk to about this problem.

What could he say? To the brothers of the Primarch: I always dreamed of Ifreni, and then I did a few sets of math problems with her.

If Guilliman had not died on the spot, the Ultramarines would have been shamed by the stain of the Lord of Ultramar. Privately or publicly, Guilliman could not speak out about this issue, so he could only seal it and the ancient secrets of the Second Empire in his memory forever.

The thoughts behind him were unknown to Magnus, whose head was filled with smoke from Ahriman's resistance. If it weren't for Ahriman's eagerness to protect his brother, Magnus would have already let him know what the primal's crushing power against Space Marines is.

After several minutes of the corridor groaning under the psychic power of the two, Ifreni's spell was ready.

You Han's spiritual energy was novel and unfamiliar, and it attracted Ahriman's attention for a moment. Before he could do anything, the sound of breaking ice crystals rang in his ears, and before his eyes were endless projections of past wars.

The Thousand Sons warriors beside Ahriman were even more unbearable. They acted like machines and staggered back, shaking their heads and covering their chests. They looked at each other several times but still could not explain the confusion deep in their souls.

They staggered around the stunned Ahriman, putting on a tactical formation that was only seen during the Great Crusade, trying to figure out their current situation.

"Damn... Ahriman? What's going on now? Why is this ship in such bad condition?"

"Magnus, my head is about to burst. Am I going to become flesh and blood deformed?"

"Did the assault battle fail? Have we entered a trap? I know those aliens are very cunning!"

"Ahriman? What's with those decorations of yours? And our armor, why is it painted like this? Is it the work of the Space Wolves and the Night Lords?"

The conversations were whispered, but enough for Ahriman and Magnus to ignore the loud roar of psychic energy.

Ahriman kept shaking his head as he questioned. He was so surprised that he couldn't say anything. He just held Thousand Son's arm tightly with his backhand. He inspected it closely and even smelled it with his nose.

The smell of flesh and blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor sealed by psychic energy, causing Ahriman's brain to suddenly fall into a dream called happiness.

Seeing Ahriman's weirdness, the Thousand Sons warriors punched him directly. After all, in their eyes, this was another sign of another brother's flesh and blood being deformed due to genetic problems. The quicker it is dealt with, the fewer people will be injured.

Ahriman had obviously thought of this process, and his body began to tremble violently. He didn't want to die in his brother's hands because of this strange misunderstanding, so he hugged his head and huddled together, and the hard ice instantly enveloped his whole body.

The Thousand Sons warriors were dumbfounded. They had never heard that ice could grow out of flesh and blood. He groped around his waist, but couldn't find a powerful grenade.

In confusion, the Thousand Sons caught a glimpse of the scarlet figure approaching them. After taking a closer look, their souls suddenly trembled, and then their bodies simply knelt down towards it.

Magnus was now in tears and his hands were shaking, just like Ahriman who had lost his temper. Before Qianzi knelt down, he used his spiritual energy to lift them up. His eyes scanned Qianzi's body carefully and he made a sound of admiration and nostalgia.

Ahriman was also pulled up from the ice and had a tacit understanding with Magnus, spinning around the Thousand Sons left and right. The confused Thousand Sons didn't know how to deal with it. They had the courage to hit the strange Ahriman. After a while, he didn't dare to have a problem with Magnus.

In the end, one Thousand Sons couldn't stand being treated like a rare animal and used his body to overcome the psychic power holding his knees.

boom!

He knelt down suddenly, leaving traces of sparks and friction on the floor. The sound also woke up the extremely excited Magnus and Ahriman.

"Father! Did we do something wrong?" The kneeling Qianzi was trembling with fear. It was not unreasonable for them to have such thoughts.

Think about it, their front legs are still marching on the battlefield full of bomb craters, and their back legs appear inexplicably inside this dark and dilapidated ship. There is no need to think too much about this. They must have been ambushed by the enemy. Those ashes that have not yet cooled down are the enemy. Magnus, the father of the original body, must have come to rescue them.

The brain organized the cause and effect very completely, and everyone was a little more moved when they felt anxious. There were not many opportunities to be saved by the original body personally, which just showed how much Magnus cared about them.

But Magnus knew that these Thousand Sons had already lusted after so many things. He hugged them one by one in excitement, then turned to look at Ahriman and asked, "Can you bring back more Thousand Sons?" Son?"

Ahriman nodded, remembering each Thousand Sons transformed by the Scarlet Letter. Now that I see a miracle, I will go all out, even if I squeeze myself dry.

Countless dust surrounded Ahriman, and Magnus instilled his own power into Ahriman in order to speed up the process.

Efreni couldn't help but sigh. She understood the mood of Ahriman and Magnus, but she might not be able to transform so many Thousand Sons warriors in an instant.

The newly resurrected Thousand Sons were even more confused. They were surprised by Magnus' excitement and confused the warriors standing like statues around Ahriman.

"Ahriman? What are you doing?"