It's an old story.

It is neither long nor bloody, but it is a sad poem of discrimination and murder, the fruit of ignorance and the nightmare of guilt destined to haunt the innocent.

The story begins before all human suffering happens, it is a golden age, a time of dreams and ambitions, and countless ships continue to set off from the homeland of mankind, they sail away from Terra, sail away from the sun, sail away from the haven of 10,000 years, and gamble everything in the unknown void.

And the prologue of the drama has officially begun.

While another ship full of thousands of passengers was sailing through the subspace, the giant ship happened to collide head-on with an invisible current.

Magic, Elemental, Sorcery, Psionic ...... It may have countless names, but its essence remains the same: it is an ominous gift from subspace, a terrible talent that ordinary people simply cannot control, and as the ship sinks deeper and deeper into the wind, the phenomenon of the awakening of psykers begins to appear on a large scale among the passengers, and along with the power there is also the ugliness of human nature and the collapse of order.

In the chaos, time passed day by day, until almost everyone began to believe that they could not leave this invisible storm for a short time, and oppositions and factions began to emerge with this thought, some blaming the psionics for bringing it all in, while others simply feared their power.

Until the last official who tried to restore order fell, and war broke out.

Overwhelmingly numerically superior mortals eventually cornered all psionics, they imprisoned their former compatriots and activated horrific weapons that had been forbidden to drain their psionic energy and life alive.

They thought it was all over, but the real situation is not so simple.

No one knows how many psykers have died in this collective atrocity, or how many innocent people have been among the dead, but one thing is certain: when all psykers die, the only thing they have in their breasts is undying hatred.

Hatred, which lasts longer than true love, is more violent than jealousy, and is greater than unity, and the victors of the war have not had time to celebrate in their horror at what kind of monster they have unleashed.

All the psionics who died in vain, their last and most vicious hatred before death twisted together, constantly blended and expanded, and finally gave birth to an unstoppable existence in the spiritual world:

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"Sitan ......"

Magnus wiped the dust from the ship and whispered the name of the ancient ship.

With psionic fire wafting through the progenitor's one-eyed eyes, he looked up at the ship's rusty exterior, and his probing consciousness told him that the last trace of Atava's team was here.

With his will, the majestic spiritual energy turned into a sharp sword, and in the blink of an eye, a new entrance was cut a few meters square.

"Be ready, our hosts don't welcome us."

Magnus tilted his head and told his only two followers that the Legion's genetic protogens had used the greatest possible strength to strengthen them and allow them to play a role in the toughest battles.

Then, the group walked in.

The Sitan is an antique, and it is clearly a product of the same great era as the Light of Steadfast Light in Carrena, but unlike its cousin, which is so well preserved that it can even be restored, the interior of this unknown ship has been completely decayed, and cracked walls and scattered cables can be seen everywhere, and if it were not for the hard shell, I am afraid it would have completely disintegrated.

The trio walked out of the electronic ruins, each foot on the heaviest dust, which had probably been untouched for hundreds of years—what a strange thing.

Morgan thought as he looked at everything around him, at the countless ruins and dust.

It is also an ancient memory, and the [Steadfast Light] is placed in the center of the capital, for people to remember, and it is carefully cared for and maintained.

And the [Sitan] was discarded here, judging by its dilapidated and dusty thickness, not to mention regular cleaning and maintenance, the people of Li Xingxing never even seemed willing to go near it - why is that?

The question didn't bother Morgan for long.

As they followed, the genogen and his attendants were getting closer and closer to their destination, until they had reached the last section of the cloister, and a large hall appeared in front of them, which should be the center of the Sitan.

On the left side of the hall, they saw an entrance that had been violently broken, and messy footprints that stretched from the entrance all the way into the depths.

At the end of the footprints, there stood five warriors, among whom Morgan could recognize were Atava and Hathor, apparently the sons of the missing Magnus.

But at this time, there was obviously something wrong with the thousand sons: they all took off their helmets, revealing rigid faces and eyes as ruthless as glaciers, and there was no respect in their eyes when they looked at their genetic father, only the most fundamental indifference and indifference.

"Come out, you guy."

Magnus spoke, and Morgan could feel the rare anger in his voice.

"Stand up, you bastard who manipulates my heirs, I'm here to fight me."

"I will tear you apart, your soul and your hypocrisy, because you have made a mistake, the most ridiculous mistake in the galaxy, that you have tried to enslave the children of Magnus, a mistake that will make you feel the most real purgatory for the rest of your short and sad life."

"I promise!"

The genotype's fury burned rampantly through the halls along with his proclamation, and his opponent did not remain silent.

Morgan hears laughter, the strangest of laughs: it is laughing and crying, mixed with angry roars and the clash of weapons, and when you prick up your ears and listen carefully, you seem to hear the deepest and most vicious curses.

With this laughter, the five Astartes took three steps forward in unison, and they stood side by side, speaking one after another, uttering words without the slightest emotion.

"Welcome, Magnus."

"Welcome, son of the evil god."

"I have been waiting here for a thousand years."

"We wait for the catastrophe, for the end, for reckoning, for the sunset, for the judgment, for the judgment."

"As for our name, you can call ......"

"Sitan."

Magnus didn't continue to listen, and Sittan was clearly not interested in going on at length.

At the moment when they finished introducing each other's names, two spiritual energies like gods collided out of thin air.

As if the horn of war was sounded, along with the battle between Magnus and Sitan, the Atava team, which had long been controlled, also took up arms and slaughtered Fousis and Morgan.

"Protect it!"

Forsis pulled a book out of his bosom and stuffed it into Morgan's hand, and then, the elite of the Falcon School bent down slightly, only to see his hands stretched forward, then stand up, his fingers spread, and in an instant, an invisible psionic barrier was erected in front of the two, deflecting the direction of the rainstorm of bullets and Magnus's blast of psionic energy.

Morgan held the beautifully packaged book in one hand and unleashed an invisible offensive with the other, pointing the finger at the weakest of her detectives.

"Impact!"

The incantation shot out of Phosis's barrier, then amplified a hundredfold in the blink of an eye, creating the most devastating sound wave that instantly pierced Chiko's bare, unhelmeted head.

"Bang!"

Chiko, who was hit, flew out in an instant, he smashed into a layer of tattered iron wall, sharp rotten metal cut blood marks on his exposed skin, the poor man who was manipulated still struggled to get up, but the rotten wall he hit could no longer hold on, and a large pile of broken steel and cables fell one after another with a crackling and collapsing sound, burying him completely underneath.

"Don't do it!"

Forsis subconsciously scolded, but he was quickly attracted by Morgan's attack.

"Mindfulness? Aren't you spiritual? ”

[This is the prophecy system, I have a hunch that the walls there are the most rotten, and I just know a little bit.] 】

"Say whatever you want......"

Hathor's blade and Attava's bullets were like the most violent storms, and under the continuous onslaught, Phosis didn't ask too much.

These controlled Thousand Sons warriors exhibited the same traits as the Red Dragon Legion: crazy, silent, and fearless of death, but they also lost the most powerful unity and psionic use of the Thousand Sons as a Thousand Sons, and it was not difficult to defeat more with less against such opponents who could only rely on brute force and fighting instincts.

Morgan repeated her old trick and quickly knocked over another Thousand Sons warrior, and then she used countless scrap metal, glass, and even decorative stones and dust to completely bury Atava at the bottom.

At the same time, Phosis put away his defensive stance, and he braved the most violent psionic storm to knock down the screaming and fierce Hathor with his swordplay.

"I'll admit, he's a lot weaker than usual."

Phucis wiped his sweat and muttered to himself.

[Is it difficult for a person like this to be controlled to exert his true power?] 】

"No, not entirely."

Forsis shook his head subconsciously.

"We have encountered many controlled opponents before, some of them have been completely controlled and become brainless battle puppets, but the most difficult ones to deal with are those who have not been completely controlled, or have been hypnotized, they still maintain complete combat effectiveness and combat intelligence, but their hearts are imperceptibly distorted."

Fursis spoke briefly, but he didn't see the purple glow in Morgan's eyes behind him.

But now was not the time to talk about it, as directly in front of them, two of the most powerful psionic entities were pitting each other, meaning that the inky black of Sitan and the crimson of Magnus were fighting together like two tornadoes, and the entire ship was crushed into powder in their rage.

But for now, it seems that Magnus's crimson has been suppressed a lot.

Morgan and Fursis looked at each other.

Then, their hands squirmed invisibly, and they circled around Sitan's back and unleashed a desperate backstab.

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Sitan is ...... after all He's dead?

Even if it is an unimaginably terrible monster, even if its will can influence and manipulate millions of people, but in front of a genetic protoplasm who is really starting to get serious, everything about this monster is still too fragile.

After all, how can there be a more terrifying monster in the world than the genetic prototype?

With the addition of the two Auxiliaries, Magnus temporarily freed himself from the manic power of Sitan's madness and hatred, and as he adjusted his rhythm and breath, the genogen strangled the terrifying existence as if it were a beast.

But despite this, Sitan was not completely dead, its breath began to become vain and quiet, and it spoke, and began to tell an ancient story.

It tells the story of how the terrified people killed all their former compatriots who had awakened their psionic abilities on this ship, and the will of those who died in vain eventually formed this monster called Sitan.

The people finally discovered the monster, and they were forced to land on the Li Star, fleeing in a panic from the ship that had suffered a terrible tragedy, never even daring to come back to investigate.

And in order to prevent similar incidents from happening, ships like the [Steadfast Light] were also added with anti-psionic elements as much as possible, which caused Magnusto to lift so hard.

But even so, Sitan was not sealed as the Li Xingren had hoped, and its will eventually escaped and spread in the world for millennia, seeking out each of its subjects and his descendants, planting the seeds of control in their hearts.

"In other words, countless people in Li Xingxing have been controlled by you unconsciously?"

Magnus frowned, and now, he finally understood once and for all why the Sons of Sitan cult had repeatedly revived, and why men, women, and children of all ages had become their fanatical followers uncontrollably.

for Sitan is in their hearts.

But the situation is more dire than the genoplasm imagined.

Sitan laughed at Magnus's question, the craziest and most joyful laugh.

"Myriad? Are you belittling me? Magnus! ”

"I've wandered for thousands of years, I've hated for thousands of years, I've been rooted for thousands of years in this damn world called Li Xing, I don't have the ambition to build an empire, I don't have the delusion of becoming a god, I don't even want to leave this world called Li Xing, but I'm not for nothing."

"All! I mean, all! ”

"Every Li Xingren, whether dead, alive, loyal, betrayal, poor, rich, I have taken root in all of them!"

"All the Li Xing people, all their descendants! Damn it! ”

"Hahahaha!"

"Choose! You poor wretch! ”

"Either save them and leave their pathetic lives behind, I promise you, I will keep an eye on each and every one of them, and I will let them destroy your pathetic [empire] at the most opportune time!"

"Or...... Kill them! Not a single one to stay! ”

"Leave no !! behind"

Sitan's screams vanished into Magnus's hands, and he gripped the soul tightly, then took the book from Morgan's hand and placed it inside.

[The Book of Magnus.] 】

At this point, Morgan finally saw the book for what it really was.

And the genoplasma is just silent.

He was silent for a long time.

“…… Hey......"

Eventually, Magnus sighed.

"Let's go back."

He awakened each of his sons.

"Back to Carrena...... Back to the fleet ......"

"Now, I think I have something that I need to convince my brother."