"Everything in the Legion of a Thousand Sons was created by the great Magnus, from our formation, our purpose, our tactics, and even our souls, everything is the most perfect work born according to the will and knowledge of our genetic fathers."

"He saved the Legion and reshaped it."

Ahriman was at the forefront, Morgan could see the continuous lights drawing a long snow-white curve on his dark skull, and the voice of the commander of the Thousand Sons was filled with undisguised joy, a sincere wish for the great gift of his mortal friend.

"One, three, six, ten, you can see these numbers anywhere in the legion, because numbers are the most convenient carriers that can carry the wisdom of human sages, and they are the most essential ideological products of human civilization."

"Three orders, three orders; six schools, ten societies; a soothsayer, Magnus, the father of our great genes; One of the Most Holy Beings, the most exalted Emperor of ours, all of this forms the Legion of a Thousand Sons. ”

(The Thousand Sons Legion originally had six schools and ten societies, but the sixth [Aquila] school was banished at the end of the Great Expedition for summoning demons without permission; In addition, one of the societies was completely lost in the Battle of the Triad of Carmenca during the Great Expedition and was wiped out, so at the time of the general burning, there were only five schools and nine societies in the Thousand Sons. ）

"Three Orders: the Order of the Jackals, which remembers death and brews new blood; The Order of the Blind who sees six ways and listens to all directions; Explore the mysteries and give advice to the Cult of Destruction, they are in charge of training, intelligence and staff, maybe you will have some intersection with them in the future, don't be too nervous, just deal with it with your usual work mentality. ”

"Next are the three hermitages: the thunderous Amidala, the indestructible scarab, and the unparalleled Kennethai, they are special forces on the battlefield, the first is responsible for rapid strikes, the second is a tactical dreadnought armored unit, and the third is a group of swordsmen with a similar heart, these characters are all elites and executors who are not fake, and their tempers may not be very good, which needs to be noted."

As he spoke, Ahriman turned his head, his gaze drifting to the staff in Morgan's hand, the creation of two dark gems, and between the fangs of the vipers roaring at each other floated a pearl of blue and purple light, which served as the centerpiece of the weapon.

"Good spellcasting item, but unfortunately it's still not enough...... I mean, I remember you knew some swordsmanship? ”

[I just know a little bit of mortal skills, I learned it in the royal court of the world. 】

Morgan shook his staff, and a curved blade reached out from one side.

"That's good, although you and I are both powerful psionics, but the most basic martial arts still need to be practiced, you can come to me, or Hathor, those guys from the Bright Feather School are arrogant, but they can still speak well, as for Kennety...... They are a little too arrogant. ”

The company commander of the Thousand Sons muttered like a teacher who had just taken up his duties, and he carefully broke down everything in the Thousand Sons Legion, mixed with the most subtle and detailed words in his mouth, and little by little into Morgan's ears, the figures of Astarte and the mortal female officer appeared one after another on the crimson walls of the corridor, and their communication accompanied them all the way.

Until they finally passed through the bright corridor of crimson and brilliant gold, and dotted with scarabs and endless spirals, to the holy place of Magnus: the light at the heart of the light.

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The 28th Expeditionary Fleet is the pride of the Imperial Navy and the mobile kingdom of the Prospero people in the void, and Magnus's ship, the Radiance, is naturally the most graceful queen and the most brilliant pearl in the kingdom.

Unlike any of her sisters, at the request of the Lord of Prospero, the Glorious Queen, which belonged to the Legion of a Thousand Sons, was built into a slender and beautiful dignified beauty, with neither the hustle and bustle of war and death, nor the glitz and luxury of the Emperor's Son's flagship [Emperor's Pride], Magnus's ship, just like himself, was never known for its violent power, and the Thousand Sons used the accumulation of countless classics to make it exude the light of wisdom, Bathe in Magnus's divine will.

Under the leadership of Ahriman, Morgan eventually entered the most sacred part of the kingdom of the Thousand Sons, and even most of the Astartes, who inherited the blood of Magnus, did not have this honor.

"Behold it, this is the will of Magnus, this is the silent cry of the laws of physics, this is the living embodiment of Tizca in the void, this is ...... The Kingdom of Heaven for Meditation. ”

There was no doubt about the fervor in Ahrman's voice, and perhaps on weekdays, he was known for his calmness, gentleness, and occasionally maddening hubris, but Morgan was well aware of how much the rising star of the Legion of a Thousand Sons worshipped the father of his genes.

He was always imitating Magnus, unintentionally, just as Magnus was always imitating the emperor unintentionally, and in essence, it was nothing more than the fantasies of the two children from their own perspectives.

But despite all these senseless elements, the Sanctuary of Magnus itself is enough to amaze anyone, not even an Astarte.

Morgan saw that she was in an almost illusory pyramid, a scene that was clearly a perfect replica of the grand pyramids in the city of Tizca, the capital of Prospero, where the geometrically filled space transformed itself at incredible angles, and at times, it seemed to be completely transparent, and Morgan could even see unsuspecting guards marching through the outer side of the space, and more often than not, the sky of this small world was constantly changing, occasionally a forest, occasionally a park, More than that, there is a large library, filled with a cool breeze, warm light and the smell of fine wood accumulated by the books.

Ahriman moved, and he stepped onto the long path in the center of the space, a slender path with a slow uphill that allowed Magnus at the end to stand in front of his throne and see every visitor at the first moment.

On either side of the road, there is the only actual decoration in this space: a mosaic-like spiraling floor, all made of black and white crystal fragments collected from Prospero's underground caverns, allowing the Genomorphs to feel a touch of home in the farthest corners of the galaxy.

As they got closer to Magnus's throne, the black-and-white spirals took on a new role, and through the Psionic Eye, Morgan could see characters floating in the center of the spirals, and the characters were written with the names of the Thousand Sons: they were either Templar lecturers from various Societies, or powerful figures in the Order and Order, the elite of the Legion who were in positions of high power and ruled the Legion alongside Magnus.

What's even more interesting is that these spirals near the center are in motion, driven by some force that transcends the laws of physics, and Morgan can see that the spiral with the name of Ahriman is slowly moving towards the most central circles.

"Father believed that nothing should be eternal and unchanging, like truth, so that each person's position shifts according to his latest power, status, and authority, except for the most central point, which is our eternal and correct genetic primordial itself."

[Everything is changing, do you think?] 】

"Quite right, isn't it?"

Ahriman's chuckle blocked Morgan's doubts, for when the silver-haired lady blinked, she found that she didn't seem to have any reason to point it out further.

Let them be.

Morgan thought so, and then she was taken to the very center of the Great Pyramid, which, unlike the others, was decorated with a different kind of floor in the center of the room that symbolized Magnus's status:

It was a sun.

A sun that is extremely cold, but shimmering.

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A silent smile tugged at the corners of his mouth wrapped around his silver hair.

What did she say?

Two little guys who are blind to their own world.

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"It's too late, Ahriman."

There were already a few people standing there, and Morgan saw Atava: he greeted the mortal female officer as if he were a true friend.

And Hathor: his manners were in place, but there was not much genuine emotion, and in fact, he voluntarily stood at the outskirts of the coterie and seemed to have little interest in even the pleasantries between Astarte.

Then there are several strange characters, whom Atawa introduces with great enthusiasm: these are the Thousand Sons of Warriors who had explored the city of Zarukin together, and their spiritual worlds had been damaged by Sitan's invasion, so Magnus took them with him, and he vowed to find a cure for everyone in the subspace.

However, this is not the case with Ahriman: the commander of the Thousand Sons was given the qualification to explore the vast ocean with him by the Primordial Body for his outstanding performance in Li Xing's actions, which is a great reward for any Thousand Sons warrior that no glory in the world can match.

"Have you ever been to the Ocean, little one?"

Atava spoke, always smiling, making him the diplomatic part of the legion.

[I haven't been there, but I've had a brief glimpse.] 】

"For starters, that's dangerous."

Atawa couldn't help but laugh, he patted Morgan on the shoulder, and began to paint a sea of abundance filled with knowledge and unknowns.

Whether it's the mysteries of time and space, the exploration of countless ruins, or even the search for traces of civilization that may exist in subspace...... Of course, sometimes there are some small dangers, but in the face of mature psionic powers, those are psoriasis.

Morgan could see the most genuine and sincere glint in Atava's eyes, and she saw the same thing in the eyes of everyone present.

"There are even creatures, wonderful creatures that live in subspace, they are intelligent and friendly."

【…… Creature? 】

Atava's latest words finally made Morgan can't help but ask.

"Yes, creatures, maybe the Aquila School is more authoritative in this regard, but they are not there, but it doesn't matter, Ahriman also has a lot of research."

Accompanied by Atava's boasting, Morgan could see a twisted smile on Ahriman's face, a mixture of smug and humble, and an unpleasant snort from Hathor.

Ahriman then spoke.

"Guardian elves, that's what we call them."

Morgan could hear the smug voice of the company commander.

"Through some means, we can make the fragments of the unconscious primordial creator in the subspace available to us, turning into entities and functions according to our will."

"The Legion is working on all of this, and if the research goes well, we can even make it possible for every member of the Legion to have their own Patron Elf, and trust me, it can really do a lot of things."

[As dangerous as it sounds, going deep into the unknown ocean in search of wisdom and civilization is like the opening word of a story of a tribulated adventure.] 】

"But there's always treasure in adventure stories, isn't there?"

The Thousand Sons laughed.

"And it's not that dangerous."

Ahriman continued, and then, as he mentioned Magnus, his voice began to show adoration.

"Our Genetic Father once explored the edge of the subspace, where he made the greatest explorations and adventures, accomplished unimaginable feats, and now we are just wandering the shallow waters following the course he left behind."

[The edge of subspace? Sounds fascinating. 】

There seems to be some kind of magic in her words, so that every Qianzi is discussing these topics that are usually taboo, and once the prison that imprisons her own language is opened, the words of scholars are always surprisingly large.

"Yes, the edge of the subspace, where our genetic father once went, to ......"

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"Untie and reshape the threads that bind them, erase the destroyed future, and let each of my children become the master of their own destiny again."

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With a thunderous roar, Magnus appeared.

The genoplasm appeared almost out of thin air, standing less than five meters away from the ionic heirs, smiling and listening to everyone's salutation.

As if recalling something, the genogen couldn't help but touch his empty right eye socket.

"Okay, everyone, no need to be polite, at this moment, we are all scholars who seek knowledge."

As he spoke, the genogen had come to its place, and with a flick of his crimson arm, thousands of auras emerged from all parts of the pyramid, expanding and expanding, and behind their curtain was a dark starry sky.

"Ready, my squires."

The voice of the primordial body rang out from the depths of everyone's soul, and Morgan narrowed his eyes, chanting a spell that made him look indistinguishable from a mortal.

It was a bit difficult, but thankfully Magnus's attention wasn't much on her, and the primordial was habitually making his own statements.

"There are always people who criticize us, some of my brothers, and even those ignorant mortals who think our actions are stupid and reckless, not knowing that these words are more applicable to themselves."

"Now, relax, my children, let me guide you into the sea of souls."

"Don't be nervous, everyone, you can forget about the troubles and gossip of the world here."

"After all, what we are doing is not depravity, but ......"

"Sublimation."