Magnus was visibly aware of this—he could see it.

But is it a good thing? No, absolutely not. If he could, he would rather remain completely blind himself so that he wouldn't have to look at the scene in front of him.

But the thing was forcing him to look.

Every death, every burning. Bullets roared, artillery shook the sky, sirens for bombardment resounded throughout the city, and countless people died in the bellies of the wolves

Magnus tried to close his eyes, but he couldn't. His eyes did not belong to him, and many years ago, his eyes were taken away.

At this moment, it was as if he was trapped in a cage - his body was this cage, from bones to nerves, every tiny part no longer belonged to him, and even the deepest memories and thoughts in his heart were spoken by a voice.

The voice spoke of his heart, his words, his thoughts, but the voice it used was as soft as a feather scraping

That's not his voice.

He said, "I still can't understand what Father is doing, but I do understand part of it." I finally understood what I was trading with, and it was going to take one of my eyes, but that eye was just the price to pay for talking to it. ”

"My remaining eye is the heart of the deal. For decades afterward, I was just a window into humanity. ”

"It made me shudder to realize this, but what could I do about it? I'm still just a blind man, and the things I see, my determination, my pride, and even my intellectual curiosity are just things it throws at me."

Magnus listened to these words, his own thoughts read in the voices of others, and little by little he took off his sunglasses.

It was a gift from Machado, given to Magnus by the Palm Seal when he first returned to Terra. At first, he was reluctant to accept it, until Machado confided in him something.

Magnus thought of this, and the impulses of chagrin and anger, which were completely opposed to his emotions at the time, immediately followed, for he realized what his memories would bring.

Sure enough, the voice sounded again.

"Macado gave me a pair of sunglasses. At first, I thought he was humiliating me, until he told me some ancient history, and indeed, as he said, there is nothing wrong with the pursuit of knowledge, and curiosity is part of human nature. ”

"But the greatness of human beings lies in the restraint of nature. It is true that we are animals, but our will is strong enough for us to go against the impulses of our nature and achieve greatness. ”

"It is strange to me that I understand and understand these words, and I used to disdain them. It's not something I would have done, what was going on that made me so extreme? ”

The thing pronounced the last word and burst out laughing uncontrollably.

Laughter echoed in Magnus's ears, and the Crimson King gritted his teeth and put his sunglasses back in his jacket pocket.

He lifted his hand and touched his eyes, wondering if there was a shriveled underneath his eyelids, and the thing agreed to all his movements, allowing him to touch them—and in the sour pain, Magnus could clearly see his fingers.

Both of his eyes are back, lost and regained, and the light is restored, so beautiful. For Magnus, however, it was a nightmare.

"It's not a nightmare, Magnus." He replied gently. "That's exactly what is happening on Prospero, the wolf is on the loose, and the killing is ensuing. Your people are bleeding, your homeland is burning – and who is the one who started it? ”

Brilliant blue light flickered and erupted from Magnus's fingertips. He immediately realized what it was, and tried with all his might to stop it, but couldn't move even a finger.

The owner of the cage did not hand over the key to him again this time, and what happened next can only be called the return of a powerful sense of fullness that has been a natural four-year absence, and the body is no longer empty, and even the breath carries the escape of spiritual energy.

A feeling arose in Magnus's heart, a feeling called pride, called omnipotence.

But he had already learned to be humble.

"No, you're still proud." He smiled. "Don't deceive yourself, your so-called humility is just a helpless act of having to restrain your minions."

"Your father has bound you, betrayed you, and forced you away from your gifts. Would you call that little bit of poor spiritual energy you've had over the past four years humility? ”

"At least they're my psionic powers." Magnus replied through gritted teeth.

He understood that it still came from His permission, but he didn't care.

The hard work and sadness of the past four years came to his heart, and every sleepless night came to his eyes. The emperor did not hide it, bluntly saying that he had deprived him of his talent, which Magnus did not understand, but did not complain much.

Because, after returning to Terra, the Emperor had an all-night conversation with him, and the former cold Lord of Humanity was willing to stand side by side with him, describing the results of his work and why he had returned to Terra under the night sky of Terra

He even showed Magnus a portion of the results of his work, what a trust?

So the Crimson King knew that his father did not betray him, nor did he have any intention of looking down on him, so what was the reason why his father under the stars that day had to do such a cruel thing as depriving his son of his talent?

On his own, Magnus found the answer himself, in the books of the palace, and the uneven handwriting on the parchment scrolls transmitted to him through his fingertips the horrific truth of blood and tears.

The self-righteous wise, the scholar who thirsts for knowledge, the old man who seeks the truth

Everyone has met Him, at least vaguely. He is in books, He is in language, He is in the knowledge of making tables and chairs, lighting torches, cooking food. He represents progress, civilization, and wisdom

He was—

Magnus whispered His name.

"—Tzeentch."

"That's right." Tzeentch said. "Do you want a reward?"

Magnus had no right to refuse, and the reward came as promised.

A smiling butcher's face appeared before him, the brilliance of psionic energy gradually dissipated, and the head wolf Rieman Ruth laughed and swung the sword in his hand—Magnus tried to dodge, but the sword passed directly through his chest, not touching his body at all.

The swirling sawtooth longed to dig deep into a body of flesh, and Rieman Ruth laughed wildly and began to live-sawed an Astarte in red power armor, shards of mixed metal flying along with flesh and bone stubble.

Riemann Ruth could have killed him directly, but he exerted his power until he completely sawed through the body of the thousand sons. The wolves howled excitedly around him, applauding his killing.

"Kill them all!" The wolves howled. "Kill all the foolish children of Magnus!"

See? Tzeentch asked silently. He's killing your legion with pleasure, it's terrible, aren't you brothers?

Ah, by the way, Riemann Ruth is a wolf, but he also listens to one man—no, no, in fact, he only listens to that man.

He's a wolf, but he's also a dog. So, who is this man, Magnus? Who is that massive shadow standing in the shadow of Riemann Ruth's killing?

He seems to have a crown on his head.

Magnus gasped and fell to the ground, fear beginning to ripple through his heart. Still, he managed to keep his sanity.

Then, he started doing what he does best – thinking.

I have become a prisoner again, and in the past He could have put a veil over my eyes, blinded me, turned me into a paranoid fool, and now what?

I can't resist what He wants to do, He can just turn me into a puppet, and I don't have to retell my memories like I am now, and show me pictures that I don't know if it's true or not.

A flash of light flashed through Magnus's mind.

"You can't just make me submit, you can only trick me." He said.

The Crimson King's tone was not an inquiry, but a firm affirmation. He was simply telling a theory, and he was full of confidence, just as he had done to the thousands of sons in the past.

Tzeentch chuckled lowly.

"Yes, it's a shame I can't make you stop thinking, Magnus. I would even like to praise you for the joy that bursts out of everyone's thoughts as they think, and I appreciate the way you think."

"So, you did, you succeeded in solving my intentions, Lord of the great Prospero—but, I want to ask you, why did you resist?"

He smiled and uttered the last words, and Magnus's hands were raised again, and the psionic light bloomed again, and the slaughter of Riemann Ruth and the burning of Prospero dissipated in an instant, turning into invisible dust.

The light continued to coalesce, creating a portal in the air. The stiff body began to move on its own, and with one step out, a strong sense of weightlessness and tearing followed.

The stars fell, elongated, born, and extinguished in sight—years unimaginable to ordinary people passed in the blink of an eye, and Magnus didn't even realize he was screaming.

I don't know how long it took, a year, or 10,000 years, and he finally returned to normal again. When he opened his eyes, he found himself on his knees, wet.

Something under his knees was rock, and a dark blue streak was extinguishing, and a creepy feeling rose from Magnus's heart. Tzeentch opened the door of the cage with his own hands, and he was briefly free.

He blinked, and saw light sources and white stone slabs all around. There was also a man, a man walking towards him, wearing crimson steel boots.

Azek Ahriman cried out in ecstasy: "Primordial! ”

Magnus froze for a few seconds, then looked up in a frenzy.

"What have you done?!" He roared hoarsely and lunged at Ahriman.

There are two more chapters to pinch, ten thousand today.

(End of chapter)