Ahriman hadn't been very happy since a long time ago.

Even the exploration of the mysterious expanse of the ocean with his own genetic father could not make the best son of Magnus as ecstatic as his blood brother, and the upper limit of his happiness was limited to a low height by some sad past, so that the commander of the Thousand Sons almost always maintained a maddening character composed of calm, calm, tricky, and arrogant.

And it all dates back to the beginning of the Great Expedition, when even Astarte was still young and confused, and thousands of warriors followed the emperor's orders, and they set out from Terra to attack Venus and Neptune, and conquered the nearby galaxies and distant realms.

At that time, even the most fanatical Astartes could not imagine the magnitude of the emperor's ambitions, and by the time they realized how far the so-called [Great Expedition] was going to be, the empire's territory had already broken through the so-called solar star field.

And the Thousand Sons Legion is precisely the last group of Astarte warriors to set off, they are immature newcomers who have not even proven themselves on the battlefield of Terra, but the emperor's eyes are obviously watching them, less than ten years after the start of the Great Expedition, the originally ordinary Thousand Sons Legion suddenly discovered that the fire of psionic energy began to appear among them, and quickly integrated the momentum of the prairie fire.

It is true that this incomprehensible power has made the Legion of the Thousand Sons an isolated among the legions, and even the [scientologists] like Motarian have criticized them, but the children of Magnus have happily accepted it all under the temptation of power.

Until the occurrence of the Byzantine events.

After massive amnesticism and autosuggestion, few people remember what happened in the Byzantine world, but it is clear to every Thousand Sons that by the time the Legion left there, the Flesh Mutation had become a lingering curse for the Sons of Magnus.

The curse had destroyed nearly the entire Legion, it was worse than the blight of the Third Legion, more out of control than the bloodthirsty madness of the Ninth Legion, and thousands of warriors of the Thousand Sons had not fallen in pursuit of victory and glory, but had died painfully and twisted on ships and operating tables, their monstrous wreckage covered with fangs and tentacles that made even the closest comrades reluctant to look at it again

And just when the entire legion was about to perish, they finally came to Prospero, the father of the genes of the thousand sons returned to them, Magnus himself went to the subspace, and after paying an eyeball and some price he was unwilling to mention, the curse of the fifteenth legion finally collapsed under the efforts of the original gene.

Everything seems to be happy, but the penultimate moment of this comedy is a complete tragedy: at the time Magnus reunites with a thousand sons, the Legion's flesh mutation has reached its peak, and the Gene Prototype has rushed to the subspace in desperation, and if he doesn't, the Legion will perish.

And even if Magnus's spells saved the Legion, it didn't save everyone: most of the Thousand Sons warriors did not withstand the power of the Father of Genes, and only about a thousand lucky ones were given a new life.

Ahriman was one of the lucky ones, but his brother, one of his mother's compatriots, who had come out of the Achaemenid Empire and joined the army together, was not among them.

From the moment he witnessed Omzod's death, Ahriman's heart was cut by a vicious blade, and a large part of his joy and pleasure were permanently destroyed, and even if the most joyful thing in the galaxy was before his eyes, a piece of his chest would eventually be occupied by endless shadows.

Because of this, Ahriman was able to devote himself to work and research like a madman, and this son who was hungry for knowledge also attracted Magnus's attention as a matter of course, so the lucky one who lost his brother began to rise to prominence, and he soon became the top of the thousand company commanders, and among all the staff, Magnus also paid special attention to his plan, and even the Crimson Strategists, who were the true inner circle of the legion, began to reserve a place for this new star.

But despite this, Ahriman was not overly complacent - he did not dare.

This lucky man was deeply afraid of the original flesh mutation, even if it had been annihilated by his own genetic father, but in the deepest nightmare of the Thousand Sons Company Commander, it seemed that this curse that had destroyed the legion would return sooner or later.

He knew it couldn't be, it was delusional, and his great genetic father had already solved the curse once and for all, crushing it to ashes, right in that majestic subspace.

But when Prospero's night fell, when he was in his own bed, unable to sleep peacefully, a mixture of fear and fantasy took hold of his mind, and this worry lingered, as if a contemptuous tone whispered in his ear, whispering of his father, his fighting brother, and his own miserable future.

Because of this, Ahriman never slept well a few times.

And because of this, he maintained a cold and arrogant alertness, especially as they walked the vast ocean, which was infinitely magnified to the point that he had detected the omen almost before his own father.

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"Father's ......"

"Ah, I've seen it, Ahriman."

"A vast ocean creature that appears at the same time as the ballad is interesting, a new subject."

Magnus's voice had the excitement of exploration, the confidence of a pedant, and the arrogance of a strong man, but there was no instinctive respect and vigilance that a traveler would burst out of when he stepped into the mountains and forests.

He even led his entourage and took the initiative to walk towards the shadow that had just emerged.

The creature of the subspace that appears in the song is no different from any animal or even plant in the eyes of the world, it is like a giant reef in the middle of the waves, polished flat and smooth by the layers of waves, and in the eyes of everyone, there are thousands of fragments of small and shining light flying around it, like a seabird wandering on the cliffs on the shore.

"Behold, the fragments of the form of the ether."

Magnus walked up, stretched out his hand, and fixed a dozen or so points of light with great ease, and when these beings stopped moving, the Thousand Sons were finally able to see them concretely: these wonderful beings could only be observed with the gaze of psionic energy, and they showed no similar appearances, some were as graceful as real elves, some were like arrogant eagles, and some were broken and had no specific shape, but they exuded a blinding light that was not weaker than their kind.

"They may be part of this huge creature, or they may be another species that has a symbiotic relationship with it, and in this desolate and chaotic vastness, there may be a wonderful link to the creatures that we have not yet discovered."

Magnus's fingers slowly fell as he spoke, and without the power of this might, the glittering fragments of aether rushed out in the blink of an eye, happily gathering around the Thousand Sons, some of whom were even boldly approaching one of the Thousand Sons warriors.

In front of Ahriman's eyes floated such a moving creature, its shape was erratic, delicate, with bright eyes and an ever-changing aura, and the company commander of Chiko stretched out his fingers, and almost immediately felt that this cute little creature began to settle on his soul will.

Maybe he should give it a name, say...... Aitpio?

But Ahriman's will was not fully occupied by the little guy in front of him, and it was a lot of Astarte's merits in all aspects, and through the strength of his soul, Ahriman observed both things almost at the same time.

His friend, the mortal named Morgan, didn't have these lovely aether fragments around her, and the creatures of the subspace didn't seem to be close to her, and they all bypassed her and gathered around Chiko.

And Morgan didn't care about all this, she just looked at the simple and huge subspace creature, staring at it deadly, and Ahriman could even see Morgan's body trembling uncontrollably.

Oh, poor little one, she must have been frightened by the sight of such a marvelous sight.

Ahriman thought.

On the other hand, Chiko's company commander could sense that his genetic father was trying to communicate with the massive creature, and the communication between the two psionic creatures was not through words, gestures, or symbols, but through pure power, and the protogens allowed the massive creature to blur part of its body, half-enveloping it, while Magnus raised his head and received a steady stream of novel information.

"Some complicated words, I can't analyze them for the time being, but it seems that it is also very happy, and it will not even be stingy to share a thing or two with us."

The original body commented briefly, he clenched his fists, only to feel that the vigorous power was selflessly shared, this nameless subspace creature was obviously different from this twisted vastness, it was a truly good and great creature.

Maybe in the future, when he encounters any difficulties, he can consider coming here with more strength.

Thoughts like this flashed through Magnus's mind, and Ahriman only saw his father smile on his own haughty face, a subconsciously trusting countenance that was under control.

Ahriman laughed, and he began to look forward to how his genetic father would teach and teach more new knowledge.

And then......

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And then he didn't know anything.

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"Ahriman, Ahriman!"

"Wake up, wake up!"

By the time Ahriman struggled to regain consciousness under constant urging, the landscape around him had changed.

Everything that had been changing and calm had been violently shattered, as if a storm had swept across the silvery white sand, and as far as the eye could see, there were broken clouds and wailing cracks everywhere, and the massive creatures and thousands of aether fragments had disappeared—no, at least Aitpio was still there, and it was resting on his shoulderplate.

But that's not the point, because Ahriman soon discovers something even more fatal: Magnus is gone, and Morgan is gone.

“…… What's going on?! ”

"That creature, that subspace creature suddenly exploded on its own, and Father he was caught in a whirlpool, and you were too close, and you were also affected, and you have been unconscious until now."

"Morgan, what about Morgan?"

“…… I don't know, it was so chaotic that no one cared about her, but I seemed to see her being caught up in another vortex...... What are we going to do, Ahriman? ”

"To find our father as quickly as possible, of course! Determine where we are and then contact him as much as possible. ”

Ahriman shouted in rage, and just as he was commanding his comrades as best he could, Atawa quietly approached.

"Then, Ahriman, what about Morgan, if she acts alone as a mortal, she may be more than lucky."

At the mention of his friend, Ahriman hesitated.

Atawa could hear the Chiko Company Commander's teeth clenched, and he hesitated for two moments in pain before speaking slowly but firmly.

"Our first priority is to find our father, and our second priority is to make sure that the current personnel are safe, as for Morgan......"

"Leave her alone."

"Let's hope she gets the best of luck."