The Sun King's Evidence

The face of the Ascended Demon Primarch was first surprised, then shocked, and then shaken. Magnus saw the figure filled with countless miracles and light, and the Demon Primarch couldn't help but take two steps back.

Surrounded by countless Custodes, the Emperor's glory filled the sky.

The machines roared, the flags were raised high, and the emperor's supreme sacred power enveloped the entire battlefield. Golden fighter jets swooped across the entire battlefield. Tzeentch's demons fell one after another. The tall Imperial Guards had high morale and were full of power. The Scarlet Letter Warriors All they faced was one-sided massacre.

There are also Sisters of Silence, the natural nemesis of these Thousand Sons wizards. With their presence, the Thousand Sons' spells can no longer have any effect. The spells disappear before they touch the Sisters.

The Imperial Guards rushed straight into the crowd of Scarlet Letter Warriors like yellow lightning. Every attack they made was like the ancient gods of war coming back to the world, harvesting the heads of the rebel legions to their heart's content.

Only the Emperor stretched out his hand to signal everyone to get out of the way. The Lord of Mankind's face was filled with indifference, but also with a kind of hatred and anger: "Magnus?"

At this time, the Red Son was no longer what the former Emperor remembered.

In the Emperor's memory, the last time he saw Magnus, the Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion was wearing golden power armor, holding a long sword, with down and dazzling patterns on his body. He looked at himself with a curious look, like a studious child.

Magnus's stupid move messed up everything. If it hadn't been for him, I would have completed the Webway long ago, and the Custodes wouldn't have been fighting demons in the Webway for ten thousand years, reducing their number from ten thousand to one thousand.

If it hadn't been for him, he wouldn't have been so weak when fighting Horus that he was seriously injured when he couldn't make up his mind, and finally sat on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years.

"Father? The Emperor? The God of Carrion squatting on the golden throne?" Shockingly, Magnus only wavered slightly, and then burst out with even greater anger: "You are alive ?After doing so many stupid things, you actually survived? How come you weren't stabbed to death by Horus?"

Magnus spit out vicious words, and every word he said turned into crystals and scattered on the ground of the moon.

The crazy words of the Demon Primarch aroused the anger of all the human armies on the entire battlefield. Many Imperial Guards stared at the Demon Primarch with hateful eyes. As long as the Emperor gave an order, the Imperial Guards would swarm forward and tear Magnus apart. into pieces.

But among all the Imperial Guards, Sisters of Silence, Space Marines, Mechanical Skitarii, and Dreadnought Mechas, they saw the Emperor raising his hand, signaling everyone not to cause trouble with Magnus for the time being, and to deal with Magnus first. army.

"Five meters tall, with big horns, wings on his back, and powerful witchcraft. A world of demons. This is the reward Tzeentch gives you." The emperor's face was as pale as ice. He couldn't tell How much anger is there, just full of an angry sigh: "But even Tzeentch can't help you. Look at your children, they all have something left."

Roboute Guilliman, the primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, was fighting at the forefront. Wherever his great sword passed, one empty helmet after another fell to the surface of the moon, floating lazily. , except for the broken power armor, the scarlet letter warriors had nothing left, and the armor was empty.

Embrace Chaos and bring mutation. The corruption of Chaos completely distorted the souls and bodies of the former Thousand Sons Space Marines. In order to save this mutation, Ahriman, the number one wizard under Magnus, controlled the pollution of Chaos through the "Scarlet Letter" , but most of the Chaos Space Marines became empty shells - their bodies turned into dust, and their souls were imprisoned in their armor forever, becoming puppets.

Magnus raised the blade staff, and the eyes of the Ascended Demon Primarch were filled with an unparalleled rage. One of his blind eyes seemed to be burning with the flame of hatred, and the other eye was staring at him. The calm Emperor felt the blood rush to his head. His voice was fast and urgent, like a bolt gun spitting out continuously: "Why can you be so calm? Tell me, father? Why can you? So calm? You brought my children to the brink of destruction, and you personally declared the fact that we were rebellious!"

"What do you want me to do? What can I do? Do I want to sit back and watch my legion disappear due to mutation? Or do I have to be arrested as traitors?"

The Emperor held the flaming greatsword in his hand. He shook his head indifferently: "Your stupidity brought about your end, Magnus."

"No! It's not my stupidity, it's your stupidity!" Magnus loudly refuted the emperor's words. The demon primarch looked like a hysterical rabid dog: "I admit that my immature communication sabotage I followed your plan, but I was also thinking about you. What about you? Great God Emperor? Lord of Humanity? Even if you didn’t heed my warning, look at what you have done?!”

"You asked your wolf dog to come to my planet with his wolf sons and grandsons to catch me. Yes, I did make a mistake. I admit it. I shut down the defense system and mobilized the fleet. I accept your decision. Judgment, but ask Russ and his boys, what did they do?"

"Slaughter! Complete massacre, Russ led his army to massacre my home planet, massacred every Thousand Sons warrior they saw, and massacred every living thing they saw!"

"Why? Father, let me ask you, why? I have obviously given up resistance, I have obviously accepted your sentence, why do you still order Ruth to do this? Aren't we all your children? Why?! !!”

After hearing Magnus's accusation, Roboute Guilliman sighed, his face full of sadness. Half of his former brothers rebelled, but most of them had their own difficulties.

With this thought in his mind, Guilliman's hand did not stop, and more than a dozen Chaos Space Marines were chopped into pieces by him.

After all the evil is done, no traitor will successfully retreat today.

"... Russ was deceived. Under Tzeentch's trick, he was deceived. He believed that you had completely fallen." The emperor's words were still cold. To Magnus's disappointment, the Lord of Mankind's There was always a lack of regret on his face. On the contrary, the Emperor calmly looked at Magnus' appearance after his ascension to the devil: "Look at your appearance now, Magnus, do you think you are qualified to say this? "

Even greater anger and madness surged into Magnus's heart. The Demon Primarch roared furiously, projecting endless hatred in his one eye. The five-meter-tall Demon Primarch spread its wings and flew across the middle of the battlefield. Flying straight towards the Emperor.

On the battlefield of the moon, the Thousand Sons were retreating. The human army with the Emperor and Guilliman was too luxurious. The traitors were smashed to pieces by the chaos blades one after another and turned into debris.

Magnus seemed to turn a blind eye to all this. The demon primarch had almost forgotten everything in his rage. He raised his blade staff towards the supreme figure, and hot lava sprayed from the emperor's feet. The flames of space covered the Emperor's tall body.

But the filthy energy could not harm the Emperor at all, and the Lord of Mankind shattered all Magnus' efforts with just a thought.

"Father! You owe me an answer, I need an explanation! Why? Why!!!" Magnus rushed straight towards the Emperor, the Wand of Wandering raised high telling his son's anger.

The figure of the giant beast streaked down the sky with thunderous momentum. The demon primarch's blade staff was incredibly fast, and the tip of the whistling blade appeared in front of the emperor almost instantly.

The Emperor stepped back, calmly dodging the blow, leaving only a burst of sorcerous energy and sparks in the icy void.

"Don't you want an explanation, Magnus?" The Emperor finally raised his head, his brows furrowed, his left hand holding his sword, his right hand clenched into a fist, and there was no trace of emotion in his tone: "Don't worry, I'll give it to you."

The stars trembled, the earth trembled, unparalleled energy was gathering on the emperor's right fist, and colorful streams of light were spreading around the emperor, and then gradually transformed into a huge golden power.

No one could describe the power of this punch. In the dazzling white light, the Emperor's iron fist streaked across the void on the moon's surface like a cannonball, containing thunderous power that was imprinted on Magnus' scarlet face.

The entire moon was shaking under the power of the Lord of Mankind.

"Boom!!!" Magnus's face was so deeply dented that the demonic original body was beaten so hard that he couldn't even scream. His red face rolled and formed waves, and flies flew from his mouth. Two bloody front teeth emerged.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" The demon primarch was knocked out and rolled several times on the desolate ground on the moon's surface, but the emperor did not give his betrayed son any breathing space. His sword The blade sliced ​​open Magnus's chest, and every blow from his iron fist left fatal wounds on Magnus' body.

"Oh! Ah!!" Only Magnus's screams were left on the battlefield.

"Smart enough." The Emperor's blade pierced Magnus's chest.

"Fall yourself." The Emperor's iron fist hit Magnus's face again. The demon primarch's nose was crooked, and every drop of his blood formed strange shapes on the desolate moon ground. mushrooms.

"Belittle yourself." The Emperor's psychic power burned Magnus's soul, and the wail of the daemon primarch could not be heard.

The Daemons and Chaos Space Marines on the battlefield had been completely wiped out, leaving everyone behind to witness a one-sided beating. Magnus was helpless in front of his father.

The fists were punched to the flesh and the swords were pierced through the body. There was no good spot on Magnus's face. The armor all over his body was beaten to pieces by the Emperor. The anger from his father burned across the entire surface of the moon and all human armies. heart.

This was the wrath of the Lord of Mankind, his unyielding rage against Magnus.

The Daemon Primarch was beaten so hard by his father that there was no good tooth in his mouth. Even Magnus could not bear the severe pain.

Finally, Magnus, whose face was covered with blood, lost the ability to resist, and fell to the ground in the distance wailing. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the demon primarch reluctantly distanced himself from his father, his face full of There were bruises and blood bruises, and two long streaks of nosebleeds flowed from the crooked nose. The emperor did not pursue him anymore. On the contrary, the reborn father raised his fist.

He seemed to be in a much better mood: "Magnus, do you have anything else to say?"

The Daemon Primarch was heavily surrounded by countless human armies. The wizards of the Thousand Sons had long been reduced to dust under Guilliman's fury. Now that Magnus was alone and helpless, the Daemon Primarch suddenly smiled and shouted towards the Emperor. The most vicious curse: "Father, do you think you have won? My omnipotent father, didn't you realize that an unprecedentedly huge fleet is coming here?"

What? Guilliman's eyes widened, but the Emperor signaled everyone to calm down, and the Lord of Mankind nodded: "That's right, Magnus, are you still counting on someone to rescue you? Who are you counting on? Abaddon?"

After speaking, the emperor raised his hand.

In the subspace, a huge subspace storm was launched under the will of the Lord of Mankind. The entire Chaos Star Fleet heading towards Holy Terra was instantly involved in the subspace storm, crushed, and turned into Soot.

The Emperor's wrath burns across the galaxy.

"No one will come to save you now." The Emperor raised his flaming sword.

"You're next."

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At the top of the stars, the golden light shines brightly. On a huge Custodes warship, the Emperor and Guilliman are standing opposite each other. On one side of the cabin, the soul and energy of Magnus, the Red Son, are imprisoned in a device. This device Composed of a black unknown substance and countless cables, it can be seen that the demon primarch is not reconciled to his fate of failure, but he is powerless to do anything about his current situation.

Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicum, approached from behind: "My lord, the technology you brought back is stable enough and performs well during specific use. I think it is necessary to continue to develop it."

The Emperor nodded. Guilliman seemed to have some illusions. He seemed to see his father smiling: "Father, what is this?"

"This is an instrument recorded by the ancient saints for sealing the Star God." The emperor replied casually: "At present, this is a very practical technology. Perhaps Caul can be of greater use after improvement."

Guilliman did not understand technology, but the Primarch of the Ultramarines was not entangled in this. He looked at Magnus's painful struggle with some worry, and continued to ask: "Can Magnus really be transformed into a human?" Go back to how you were before?"

"Yes, we have completed this experiment on Angron. Angron... After recovering, he seems to be living very happily with your brother... Fortunately, he still remembers that he is a warrior." The emperor said in his tone. Filled with an unknown flavor: "Believe me, Guilliman, one day, your brothers...as long as they are still alive, everyone will be reunited again."

"I look forward to that day, father." Guilliman's eyes were full of enthusiasm and hope: "Then what should we do next?"

"You will once again become the Regent of the Empire, my son." The Emperor glanced at Guilliman: "I will stay on Terra and continue to complete the great inventions that I failed to complete."

"Father, you mean... the webway?"

"Well, the technology of the Ancient Saints includes the technology of how to isolate the network channel from the influence of subspace. It turns out that even after millions of years, the technology of the Ancient Saints is still ahead of us in many aspects. I will continue my work Unfinished plans, but it doesn't matter, Guilliman. If you have any questions, you can always enter the throne room and seek my help. When necessary, I will leave the palace to support you. I no longer need to sit on the Golden Throne for a long time. Yeah, especially with this guy."

Having said this, both the Emperor and Guilliman turned their attention to the imprisoned Magnus. The Great Sage Cawl, standing behind them, suddenly felt that their previous glances were not malicious.

"The top priority is to send Magnus over there quickly so that your brother can be purified."

"After everything is done, would you be interested in taking a trip with me? Guilliman?"

"Of course, my father."

Abaddon: Where is my fleet? They were there just now, such a big group, where are they now?