"Hahaha!"

"God?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Don't blwart with me, you pathetic, abominable subspace beast."

In the midst of the endless void, in the miasma of countless twisted wills and terrible wails, Magnus only smiled with the most contemptuous and indifferent smiles.

"I have traveled to every nook and cranny of this vast ocean, I have explored, learned and fought with my father, I have penetrated into the most ancient and dangerous kingdoms for the sake of my legions, and I know this land as much as I know my essence and strength."

"God? No kidding, even my most powerful father would not bear such a title, how dare you, pathetic little fellow, go so far? “

"Let me tell you, the guy who relied on his ancient identity and unknown tricks to make a fool of himself......"

"I am Magnus, the son of the Emperor."

"I will never beg for mercy from anyone, I will never give in to anyone!"

——————

"I said, brothers, this situation reminds me of some bad memories."

"Do you remember what happened in the Byzantine world? Including later in Beatrice, and when we just returned to Prospero......"

Kozot's babbling voice wafted through the squad and was annoying, but neither Ahriman, the highest-ranking ranker, nor Atawa, who was theoretically the squad leader, had more energy to scold the somewhat neurotic teammate.

Because what he was whispering was exactly what everyone in the team was thinking, the Chiko suppressed some panic in their hearts with swift sign language and silent actions: as they spent more and more time in subspace, their muscles already felt a strange excitement, although they had never felt before, but they heard those former teammates repeat: this inexplicable excitement of muscles was the first step of the so-called [flesh mutation].

The Flesh Mutation was an eternal nightmare for the Legion of the Thousand Sons, and they feared the psionic plague to the point of fear: it was almost impossible for Astarte to fear.

"Do you remember Jot, and Omzod......"

"Quiet! Kozot! ”

After mentioning Ahriman's dead brother, Kozot finally received the offer, and he didn't speak again, but his comrades around him could still feel his muscles exuding some kind of unnatural shaking.

No one spoke anymore, they kept their most basic battle formations, moving forward in a dead silence, and the occasional remnants of dead kingdoms and civilizations appeared around the team's field of vision, which were enough to make Chiko feel interested, but no one had the heart to explore them right now.

It wasn't until a pyramid appeared in front of their eyes that the Thousand Sons felt too familiar to the structure floating in mid-air, and then they realized that it was almost a replica of the great pyramids on Prospero.

Magnus's sons looked at each other, but eventually, when Ahriman was the first to take his steps, they chose to go inside and find out.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ahriman only felt his arms start to shake abnormally.

As they went deeper, the interior of the ancient building echoed for the first time with the sound of human footsteps, and with the sound of footsteps, as if some mechanism had been slowly reactivated, the scene inside the pyramid began to become brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling, and even Astarte could not see everything completely under this bright light.

Ahriman hesitated, and just as they were about to reach the central hall of the building, the glaring glare finally led him to order an evacuation, and in the last moments of the evacuation, he chose to look into the center of the hall.

The company commander of Chiko saw only a rapidly changing illusory picture: he saw a giant, scattered around the giant with wizards and warriors, they held a large group of slaves to complete their circle, and Ahriman only saw the illusory soul of the giant drifting away from his body with spells and roars, he seemed to be fighting in a distant place, and with every loud noise another group of slaves fell silently, until all the slaves fell, until the most violent noise was heard, The giant suddenly fell to his knees and began to weep in pain.

Ahriman wanted to see a little more clearly, he instinctively felt that the scene in front of him had something to do with him, but the most intense and dazzling glare had already roared, and the sons left the building in embarrassment, and when they slowly recovered from the stimulation of the bright light, they found that the pyramid was gone, and at this time, a question sounded in Ahriman's ears.

"Wait...... What about the others of Kozot? ”

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When Kozot awoke from the painful glare of light, he heard the sound of his father arguing with something.

[Bluffing? 】

[What a good word to describe yourself, Magnus from Prospero, it seems that you have really completely deceived yourself and forgotten what kind of transactions and choices you have made. 】

You once drank to quench your thirst, borrowed power from others that did not belong to you, and then accomplished a series of feats that you thought you had single-handedly made, nothing more. 】

[You are a doll that has been given life and vitality by an invisible master.] Even now you're dancing to someone else's melody. 】

[You have faced a terrible fate that your meager power cannot resist, you can't overcome it, you can only be a loser, so you beg for help, you pray, you bought your own future and countless people, and cast them into the deepest pond, just to see the ripples of that moment, which can make your heart feel the most vain short-term salvation. 】

Magnus blushed, as if he remembered something, but shook his head eventually.

"Don't try to fool me, you pathetic monster, I will not run away from any challenge or failure like a coward, I will only fight them like the calmest warrior."

"Just as I said to my children."

Magnus raised his head, and he looked at the unashamedly twisted creature before him, and confronted its lies with the most contemptuous tone and gesture.

"I have gone to the far corners of the vast ocean, I have fought against monsters a hundred times more powerful than you, I have explored the realm of destiny, torn apart the layers of obstacles there, found and reshaped the fate of my legion, and made each of my heirs the master of his own destiny."

"Your speech is weak, your visions are pathetic, and you think that by these disgusting appearances and deceitful words, you can shake my will?"

"Let me tell you, I've slain the most powerful psionic monster I've ever struck, more powerful than you think, and now, you little, get out of here! I have more important things to do, and I don't have time to tug in with you. ”

Magnus's tough words echoed through a dead silence, and he was answered by laughter, a strange, multi-faceted collection of laughter, the perfunctory prevarication of a dull spectator, the shrill mockery of a bad work, the howls, the screams, the bitter chorus of thousands of souls wailing in unison.

With this wicked smile, Kozot on the side only felt his muscles become more and more sore, and the pain was increasing, as if some invisible monster was pulling him, and he hurried towards his genetic father, hoping for help and assistance.

Magnus frowned, and he watched as the twisted creature in front of him changed its form, from the mouth-spitting eyeballs, to a huge pure green human face, to a twisted mass of flesh made up of various long snakes, to many other creatures that even words could not describe, and every second it changed into a shape beyond Magnus's thoughts.

And eventually, it became a snake, a snake that kept crawling.

With the basilisk's thoughts, Corzot was dragged by it to Magnus.

[Will you be responsible for your speech, Magnus from Prospero?] 】

[Even if it ...... Is it with the life of your heirs? 】

Magnus first cast his gaze to reassure his heir, and then he began to try to rip his heir out of the monster's grasp, which quickly failed.

He had to start thinking about the gamble, and he didn't think long before he nodded.

"Of course."

Magnus lightly agreed.

Then the laughter rang out again.

[Then wait and see......]

With this whisper, Kozot suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body: first he felt the hot heat coming from his body, this nameless internal fire swept through his body in the blink of an eye, and then, before poor Chiko could adjust to the heat, he felt the surging power.

Strength, infinite power, power not controlled by his will, they spontaneously emerged from his arms and calves, twisting Chiko's bones and muscles with impunity, like a dusty carpet.

"Father's ......"

Corzot instinctively stretched out his hand, desperately begging Magnus for help, but the progenitor was already standing in place like a lightning strike, and he looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, not knowing what to do for a while.

For his heir had already changed his appearance: now before his eyes was an abominable monster, and Kozot's head had been completely cracked, divided into four full lobes, each of which was covered with fangs and dense serrations, constantly spitting out all kinds of organs and blood in Chiko's body, some of which he owned, some of which grew out of his throat almost out of thin air, and Magnus could even see through the almost completely cracked head how the deformed pieces of flesh grew in Kozot's throat.

Chiko's eyes had completely burst out, they were hardly eyes anymore, but completely pure black eyes wrapped in blood tendons, which swelled to the size of a balloon like a blow, and kept moving in the direction of Magnus, but they were delayed by the entangled blood tendons, smashed to the ground, and then rose again, and the cycle repeatedly.

"Father-Father-"

Kirzot roared in pain, he had grown no less than twenty mouths, all of them screaming helplessly and abomination, and some were simply screaming like meaningless beasts, the poor warrior's muscles dissolved in the first place, and his flesh, bones, and tendons mixed together as if they had been thrown into a juicer, forming a slimy, half-liquid, half-solid thing, detached from his armor, and against the four-petaled head, moving little by little towards Magnus.

Twenty mouths shouted as he moved.

"Father!"

Magnus shuddered, and the whispering laughter rang out in his ears.

Now, do you remember? 】

Now, can you admit it? 】

Have you faced up to your past, your pathos, your pointless struggles? 】

[Magnus from Prospero, Magnus from Terra.] 】

Let me tell you. 】

Thou hast despaired, thou hast wailed, thou hast given up on thyself in the face of strength and the great will of change, helpless like a beast that has lost its head and its wisdom, thou hast crawled to this kingdom, thou hast come to me, thou hast pleaded with me, thou hast pleaded with me, thou hast hoped of even the most unfair deal. 】

And I agreed. 】

[Yes, Magnus from Prospero, it was I who helped you "save" your legion. 】

But now, I take back this grace. 】