"Come on, Morgan."

"Come on, my blood relative."

"Come to Tizca, come to the City of Light."

"You will witness the true meaning of the world, you will have a glimpse of the light of the future, you will be bathed in true wisdom and learning, you will have the privilege of seeing the greatest and most sacred scene in the galaxy, and believe me, you will always remember the miracles you witnessed on this day."

"Everything in subspace is descending and walking on Prospero, and we are working to break down the sad barrier between the two worlds, allowing endless knowledge and otherworldly life to pour into this planet, making it the center of attention."

"This is a big project, my dearest blood relative, and although we have been fighting for this for more than a dozen Terra standard years, we are still only laying the most basic foundations."

"But it doesn't matter, we have the patience and determination to get it done."

"One day, Prospero will be the starting point for the future, the two separate worlds will be tightly integrated, each of the father's people will have their own spirit and happiness, and all mankind will embrace the best future opened up by the army of a thousand sons."

"And this is our father, the human race and the empire, the world and destiny, handed over to us, to the thousand sons, to me Magnus, the task, the burden, and the expectation!"

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Magnus's words were filled with undeniable arrogance and passion, and the tall Crimson King made such a bold statement to his blood relatives in front of dozens of sons and dawnbreakers, and rightfully bathed in the cheers that followed.

Cheer: Cheer, of course.

The dozens of Magnus sons on the tarmac have long been inspired by the ambition of the Father of Genes, because each of them is an indispensable and important part of this great plan, and a pioneer of the future of mankind.

The pride of himself and the Legion, and the desire for a future and glory, these emotions were drawn and danced in front of the domineering personality of the genetic prototype, and turned into the most sincere cheers and responses, which added luster to Magnus's words.

On the other side, the Daybreakers could not empathize with the jubilant officers of the Thousand Sons, but this did not prevent them from smiling and applauding Magnus's words in the manner of etiquette and imitation of the Mother of Genes, and the applause of the Second Legion did not cease until the last Thousand Sons Warriors stopped cheering.

The genogen of the Fifteenth Legion enjoyed this flattery, and he raised an arm aloft in the air, and his face was full of the smile of the simplest victor, and in the face of his ambitious declaration, in the face of the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis, Magnus seemed to have grasped all the truth of the world.

The cheers and applause continued for a while, until the Scarlet King found that his blood relatives had smiled and clapped and slowly came to his side, when an inexplicable shame struck Magnus's heart, and he finally coveted the pleasure, and then flattened his arms and signaled that everything was quiet.

Before Magnus could cough lightly and find a humble word for herself, Morgan's sincere emotion and her smile had already plunged headlong into the crimson king's chest.

[Breathtaking, brother.] 】

“…… Ahem......"

Magnus coughed lightly, as if thinking about the words of emotion, but his blood relatives didn't give him more time to think and prepare, and Morgan's eyebrows were crooked, a smile that no one could refuse.

[In your words, I feel faith and ambition, Magnus, you have these two purest emotions, and listening to your words is like bathing in a warm sun. 】

“…… It's true? ”

"I won't admit to being mistaken. 】

Morgan smiled, and she winked at Magnus with a kind of sincerity and playfulness.

[After all, this feeling is so rare, I have not felt it in anyone except you and our father.] 】

Her tone slowed, soft, like a whisper in her ear.

[To tell you the truth, I'm a little jealous of you, Magnus, didn't our father really give you more preferential treatment?] 】

The Genogen of the Thousand Sons didn't answer his sister immediately, his crimson face was already full of pleasure, and a snort erupted from his face, slapping the edge of the irrepressible, upward-hooked corners of his mouth.

"Yes, Morgan, I had the deepest mutual understanding with my father, who accompanied me in the deepest oceans, digging for treasures of history and knowledge."

"If you're interested, my Morgan, I'll take you to see the souvenirs of your travels, and believe me, they'll blow your mind, they're worth more than a hundred flourishing galaxies."

Morgan blinked, and a few wisps of genuine astonishment and curiosity flashed through her turquoise lakes: this was exactly what Magnus needed, and his pleasure swelled with the surprise.

[So, what are we hesitating about here?] Hurry up and get going. 】

[I can't wait. 】

Magnus smiled, he didn't refute his blood kin's eagerness, and after seeing that the Second Legion's fleet had gradually sailed into Prospero's low-Earth orbit and the nearby void, the first step of the welcoming ceremony was completed, and the Scarlet King ordered his ship to return to the space station in orbit on his home planet.

Along the way, high-ranking officers of the Thousand Sons Legion left the ranks and returned to command their own companies and ships in order to complete the confluence of the fleets of the two legions over Prospero: this was no easy job involving a powerful three-digit war engine.

But thanks to the combined efforts of Astarte and countless mortals, the confluence was finally completed with great success, and the Dawnbreaker fleet, with its grayish-white and silver-white appearance, quietly docked in Prospero's orbit, like a group of sharp knives inserted into the warm soil.

Two of the most powerful warships, the Radiance and the Polaris, ended up docked almost side by side, forming a whimsical and harmonious combination that would inspire any artist.

One of them, the Void Book City made of scarabs and pyramids, is the perfect temple of occultism and numerical theory, and as its name suggests, the Queen of Glory belonging to the Legion of a Thousand Sons is always shining with the most vain light, like a learned scholar indulged in knowledge and records, exuding idleness and comfort that does not belong to war.

The other battleship alongside the [Ten Thousand Rays], that is, the flagship of the visiting Second Legion, exudes a rather solemn and dangerous temperament: bullet wounds and scars that have not been repaired in time are scattered all over every corner of the hull, and its gray-white appearance and overly sharp appearance make it seem like a hungry shark lurking in the shadows, looking for a good opportunity to eat a full meal in the midst of intrigues.

No one would notice these things, though, as the warriors of both legions were indulging in a cautious first meeting, waiting for a message from their respective genetic protogens for the moment they arrived at Prospero.

When the Primordials made their way to the tarmac of the space station, they found that there was no flying equipment that could carry them to the surface of Prospero: neither the Thunderhawk nor the Stormbird were there, they stood on a wide, smooth mesa, surrounded by nothing.

The Dawnbreakers looked around with some unease, their fingers resting on their weapons, intentionally or unintentionally, while the Thousand Sons did not observe this at all, and they stood proudly as usual with their faces as if they had expected everything here.

In front of everyone, the Scarlet King, who had taken the lead, was still there talking, his words and passions unusually abundant, and there was no sign of resting at all.

"We're going to the City of Light, Tizca, Morgan, the core city of Prospero and the greatest treasure you'll ever see, and believe me, there's nowhere else like Tizca, except for the Temple of God on Terra."

"After all, ninety percent of the so-called cities in this galaxy are nothing more than a mixture of vulgar history and foolish money, a place for a bunch of fools full of power and lust to vent their ridiculous fantasies, a wilderness where savagery, violence and bestiality run rampant."

"It is pitiful and ridiculous that some of them should call it their own choice, and it turns out that even among our brothers there are poor worms who are infinitely close to incurability."

Magnus sighed softly, he did not hide the dissatisfaction with certain characters and beings in his words, but he also deftly stayed outside the red line, without really tearing his face, the king of Prospero showed a happy smile to his blood relatives, and then opened his arms, wantonly venting endless psionic powers and arcane laws.

"But my Tizka is different, Morgan, it is different, it flows with beauty and dream, it is full of knowledge and reason, it is full of nobrowishness unique to the world at every angle at every moment, and only a true wise man can stop and look at it, and discover the infinite mystery in it, and marvel at all its subtlety."

"And you, my blood relative, who are also bathed in the sea of souls with me, of course you have such ability, such qualifications, to come and see the miracle of my [City of Light]."

"Now, let me lead the way for you."

As soon as the words fell, it was enough to easily tear apart the spiritual power of the battleship and the nest, and in this way, in Magnus's smile, in Morgan's cold pupils, and in the indifferent or stunned gazes of Chiko and the Dawnbreaker, it poured out, but in a moment, it completely enveloped the steel platform of hundreds of square meters under their feet.

"Up."

At this moment, with Magnus's proud order, the steel platform completely shrouded by psionic energy went straight out of the tarmac, slowly left the gravity constraints of the space station, and came into the void.

The next moment, like a slow meteor, it broke away from the space station in low-Earth orbit and headed for Prospero's atmosphere and surface: at this moment, between the deadly vacuum and space radiation, and the dozens of Astarte warriors, there was only Magnus's thin soul shield.

The steel platform carrying the two genetic prototypes and dozens of legion leaders fell straight to the surface of Prospero in an absolutely suicidal manner, countless pairs of eyes watching the shell of the psionic shield burn in the most violent friction.

First sparkling sparks, then crimson flames accompanied by invisible smoke, and then, in the blink of an eye, the entire platform turned into a blazing, blinding white meteor that flew through Prospero's atmosphere, and even the progenitor's psionic shield was blurred by the sheer pressure and increasing speed.

But that didn't dampen Magnus's interest in the slightest, as a steady stream of psionic energy flowed from his fingertips, replenishing the eroded psionic shield all the time, and Chiko's genetic protoplasm loosened his countenance: he had apparently done this I don't know how many times, and the fear and caution had long since faded, leaving only the arrogance and triumph of a child playing a masterful trick.

Morgan lowered her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth slightly pursed, ready to spit out a fine spell that could teleport everyone present to her ship the moment this crazy trick was unleashed.

The Spider Queen's face was frosty in a place that Magnus couldn't see, and she looked at the children of Magnus who were indifferently watching the storm and flames that were enough to tear them apart, but they didn't panic in the slightest, and guessed how many times they had experienced or enjoyed this way of traveling.

But soon, Morgan's gaze was taken away from the other group: the Dawnbreakers stood beside the Thousand Sons Warriors, their faces pale from the whimpering winds and raging fire beyond the psionic shields, but despite this, all of them stood straight, and there was nothing in their countenance and posture that would have disgraced their Mother of Genes, except for the somewhat pale complexion.

They don't seem to need to worry: Morgan thought.

But before her thoughts could flow through her mind, her hands were raised.

With a silent cast, a layer of teal blue shield, clearly symbolizing the Lord of the Second Legion, appeared, fusing with Magnus Psionic Shield, bringing the pale complexions back to life once again.

Magnus watched the scene, his countenance instinctively displeased, showing the anger of being questioned and provoked, but when he followed Morgan's gaze and looked at the Dawnbreaker, the Scarlet King's most brief anger vanished, and he smiled at Morgan and whispered softly.

"You can tell them there's no need to worry, I know what to expect."

[Not everyone can calmly face such an unknown power, Magnus, most people will instinctively seek the peace of mind that is known. 】

Morgan's words raised Magnus's brow, and he agreed with it with a sense of incomprehensible sadness.

"That's the sorrow of the world, isn't it?"

Then, as if to show off and prove his point, Magnus supported the psionic shield with only one hand, while he snapped his fingers with the other, and with a crisp sound, the countless clouds in front of them violently pierced a deep, straight passage, as if it were a fast passage for this crazy steel meteor.

Everyone rushed in, but in a matter of moments, they could faintly see the figure of Tizca, and the desert and ocean around it.

It wasn't until the entire steel platform smashed through Prospero's atmosphere under the protection of the psionic shield, and until the friction between the rapid speed and the air caused a continuous whirlwind of flames to appear on the periphery of the psionic shield, Magnus looked at the blood relatives beside him who had barely maintained his composure, and showed a smug smile.

"Like I said, Morgan, Tizka is the perfect city, and it would be the purest waste and desecration to look at it only from the ground."

"And those Thunderhawk and Storm Birds, of course, they can be docked in mid-air, but they can only close all their eyes to the steel, and of course they are not a good choice."

"So, I chose this way to show you the most wonderful scenery."

Before the words fell, the entire steel platform had pierced the last layer of cumulus clouds and came straight to the sky above Tizca City, Magnus waved his hand casually, and a strange and huge air current brought a violent wind, causing everyone to stop at an altitude of 10,000 meters and slowly fall.

"Look! Everybody! ”

"Rejoice! Everybody! ”

"Cherish the beauty in front of you! Because every second of the present will become the most glorious fragment of your life, worthy of your memories to the end of time and the world! ”

The Crimson King turned, his arms outstretched, welcoming every visitor as the undisputed king and ruler of the world beneath his feet, and with the most sincere and enthusiastic preaching, all the Astarte warriors couldn't help but look at the magnificent landscape thousands of meters below their feet.

Magnus was not lying, and when he looked at Tizka and even Prospero from such a high place, even the most well-informed person could not suppress the shock and amazement in his heart.

As the home planet of the Legion of a Thousand Sons, Prospero is not a rich or lush world, most of the landscape here is an endless desert or a rough ocean, with a few cities scattered around those oases.

But there is only one exception, and that is the planet's capital, Tezca, the greatest and most glorious City of Light.

It is nestled in the mountains, and on the other side is the vast expanse of the Prospero sea, on which an entire naval fleet can sail.

True to its name, Tizca is a city bathed in light, and all the buildings in the city, even the factories and the old town built in the early years, have a unique aesthetic that is both practical and orderly, and the snow-white, sky-high pyramids are the undoubted heart of the city, reflecting the light of the sun and enveloping Magnus's beloved homeland in a hazy, mythical illusion.

With these massive and ornate buildings as the centerpiece and starting point, the entire city is planned in a radial pattern, with arrays of psionic energy collecting that are responsible for the city's operation, and obsidian obelisks engraved with runes, all the way to the never-before-seen bustling harbor on the coast.

Like the sun, like a flower, like a bright eye that constantly flashes: Magnus is indeed not boasting, Tizca is a city that cannot be seen from the ground, and its greatest aesthetic can only be seen at a height of 10,000 meters.

Whether it was a thousand sons or a dawnbreaker, all Astartes were greedily witnessing what was happening before them, as the ground was getting closer and closer silently announcing that they were about to lose this most dreamy moment.

And in Morgan's ears, Magnus's proud words gushed endlessly, and he longed to grind every brick of the city into powder and pour it into the ears of his own blood relatives.

"Look at that, Morgan, the place where the pyramids stand, that is the central area of Tizca, which was only a wasteland before I arrived, and I personally planned the construction of this city, with every plant and tree, and this perfect radial pattern: for from the moment I decided to start the construction, I knew that one day I would fly into the sky to see the city that belonged to me."

"Then, the Pyramid of Light, my private sanctuary, where I will entertain you, and I have prepared a lot of surprises, and a few gifts that will definitely please you."

"Look at that, the Great Library of the City of Tizca, the most important academic center in the whole of Prospero, one day, I will make these prepositions the whole empire, the whole galaxy!"

"The pyramids that are second only to the Great Pyramid of Light are the pyramids of schools, each representing a school, and there are the children I am most proud of."

"That mysterious square, where I landed in the first place."

"The Grand Canal of Sesturian, one of the projects I personally commanded, did not use even the slightest extra manpower, and relied on my spiritual power from beginning to end."

"There's there, it's the Azure Zone, there's the Tizka Orbital Dock connected to the orbital space station, and we can actually get down through there, but then we won't be able to enjoy the beauty in front of us."

"And there......"

Like a child boasting the sandcastles he had built with his own hands, Magnus stood beside Morgan, pointing at the glorious buildings beneath his feet, and venting some of his heart's desires: to show off Tizka to his blood relatives, which Magnus had wanted to do for a long time.

He was in high spirits, he was gushing, and every word and thought of his every word and thought was most encouraged by Morgan's sparkling eyes: his blood relatives did not speak, but her pupils, which shimmered with envy and admiration, were enough to make the heart of the original gene float in the clouds.

In the midst of the most wonderful scenery and the most voracious enjoyment, the spotless steel platform, protected by the psionic shield, landed on the square in the center of Tizka, and everyone on the platform, except Morgan, felt that the trip was in some way.

As soon as they landed, they were surrounded by endless cheers: the Tizca had seen the steel platform falling from the sky early in the morning, but they did not panic in the slightest, but gathered together excitedly to salute and cheer in honor of their Prospero king.

Magnus smiled, he raised his hand slightly, and set off waves of enthusiasm in the crowd, until the Qianzi and the minaret guards who maintained order arrived, and the genetic prototype slowly left in cheers, taking his blood relatives and his children, straight to the Great Pyramid of Light not far away.

And just as they were about to arrive at this mysterious abode, the group parted at a fork in the road: most of the Thousand Sons Warriors and Dawnbreakers were blessed to get a glimpse of the mysterious Great Pyramid of Light, and they naturally had someone to receive them, to enjoy the scenery of Prospero.

At the end of the avenue where at least five hundred of the sons of Magnus lined up to welcome him, Morgan looked at his heir, groped for a moment, and pointed to the chief psionic master of the Third Fleet, who was also her temporary chief think tank.

[Zosimus, you and I come.] 】

[Marshall, Bayar, my team and legion, please leave it to you.] 】

The two knights took the command, and Magnus looked at his heir, and without further hesitation, he beckoned to his former mentor, Amun.

And just as Magnus was thinking about whether to bring Assava with him, he suddenly felt a wave of psionic energy: it was from Morgan beside him, and with this psionic fluctuation, Magnus's gaze gradually moved to the side.

There Ahriman stood, casting a fiery gaze like a flame in the direction of the two genetic protogens: and around him, before he knew it, was already surrounded by the Dawnbreaker.

Magnus was amused and beckoned to his child.

"Come along, Ahriman."

"Asawa, Balek, I'll leave the hospitality to you."

In this way, under the somewhat regretful gaze of the Daybreakers, the figure of Ahriman disappeared from the backs of the two primordials.

“…… Tut. ”

Among the Daybreakers, Bayar shook his head a little unwillingly, his gaze accompanied by a sigh, casually searching around among the Thousand Sons Warriors, and the Terra veterans of the Thousand Sons Legion, after recognizing his face, turned away one by one in a rather panicked manner, avoiding direct contact with the killing god.

But Barek was fearless, a rare good-natured figure among the Sons of Magnus, the future commander of the Fifth Company and the templar lecturer of the Celestial School, with an indescribable smile on his face as he came to the dawnbreakers.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly made a suggestion.

“…… Have a drink? ”

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"I was distressed for a while, Morgan."

"When I received your letter, there was a moment when I was really distressed, there are so many miracles of Prospero, which one should I show you first, they are all so perfect and precious."

Like any building owned by the Legion of a Thousand Sons, Magnus's personal Great Pyramid of Light has an air of occultism all over it: even though Morgan hasn't really stepped into it yet, she can smell the smell of change and exploration from the outside.

"So, I decided to have something fun."

On the side, Magnus smiled smugly, his fingers slowly drawing circles in midair, and next, a looming set of tarot cards appeared in the broad palm of the original genogen, which was revealed to Morgan.

"Draw one, sister, each of them is random, let fate decide the order in which we browse next, it's the fairest and most interesting."

Morgan smiled, she didn't refuse the offer, but as she reached for the tarot cards, the Spider Queen couldn't help but ask a question.

[Do you always talk about fate? Magnus? 】

"Why not?"

"After all, fate always favors me."

Magnus raised his head, as if he were telling a common sense that everyone knows.

"Well, now then, let me see...... TheChariot。 ”

"Chariots."

“…… Very interesting. ”

With the Crimson King's whispered sigh of emotion and admiration, the flickering psionic brilliance engulfed the five of them in the blink of an eye, and then teleported them into a rather dark room filled with the smell of metal, the only light focused on the platform in the center of the room, and the heavy curtain was clearly shrouded in some behemoth.

"It's a new thing, it arrived at Prospero not long ago."

Humming a happy tune, the Genogen strode forward and lifted the thick curtain, revealing the Iron Body below unreservedly in front of everyone.

"How? Morgan? ”

"You recognize it, right?"

[Of course......]

[It's a ...... Intelligent control of the machine? 】

"Correct."

Magnus slapped the ping-pong steel shell ostentatiously, he didn't enter any password or electricity, just snapped his fingers at random, and the huge steel killing machine echoed loudly, its electronic eyes flashed blue light, and the blaster and the huge power claw creaked, and in the somewhat clumsy activity, there was a hint of agility that only intelligent beings exist.

"The Fortstar Intelligent Control Soldier, but I prefer to call it the Pathetic Type, because this is a new model that belongs exclusively to the Thousand Sons Legion, and it is the product of our joint cooperation with a casting world."

The whispers of admiration from the Astartes came from behind her ears, but Morgan, whose brow was furrowed, was observing something else, and she looked carefully at the moving smart machine in front of her, recalling the scene just now.

【You...... How did you start it, Magnus? 】

"Psionic energy."

The Scarlet King smiled, and he walked over to his own blood body, put his arms around his shoulders, and spoke the secret triumphantly in a deep voice.

"This is a new product, Morgan, a new product that only belongs to the Thousand Sons Army."

"Generally speaking, the core of this kind of intelligent control machine is the core system of intelligent control, so that it can follow the action of fixed personnel or code, but this one is different."

"It doesn't have the core code for intelligent control."

"In its place, there is a unique psionic control matrix, and ......"

Magnus, smiling, spat out a barrage of technical terms, word for word, and Morgan, though he didn't delve much into it all, heard a question.

[These...... Should belong to ...... Technologically heterodox design, right? 】

"No question, my blood relative."

Magnus smiled, his smile as confident and pure as ever.

"This is technological heresy, and every layer of its design under the shell has elements of so-called technological heresy in it, but what does it matter?"

"We've been experimenting for a long time, and psionic energy can completely control this weapon, and the so-called technological heresy is just a one-sided argument for both the incompetent and the conservatives, just as they condemn the greatness of psionics."

"In other words, there is no technological heresy in this world at all, there is only knowledge that has not yet been understood and mastered, and is feared and cursed by those who are ignorant."

Magnus stroked the special Intelligence, the confidence in his pupils causing Morgan to swallow his words.

And the next moment, the Crimson King looked at his blood relatives again, and he blinked.

"Want to either?"

【…… Well? 】

"As a gift."

Magnus laughed and tapped on the shell of the intelligent controller, making a crisp sound.

"I can't give more, but a symbolic one, it's still no problem."

Morgan's face froze for a moment, and her mind turned.

[Then ......]

[Then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate. 】

The next moment, Magnus's laughter resounded throughout the room, and he put his arm around Morgan's shoulders affectionately and took out the tarot card again.

"Come on, smoke again."

"I can assure you, my blood relative."

"Each of the rest is a good thing that will shock you, and this intelligent controller in front of us is still too ordinary compared to my real treasure."

【……】

【…… Ah, I'll see......]

(End of chapter)