"Give him rest." Riemann Ruth said.

His face was covered in blood, as was his braid. The bright blonde hair was stained with blood, almost turning red.

He speaks neither High Gothic nor Low Gothic, but Juvik, an ancient language of Fenris. His words seemed to be roaring, and the wolves naturally gave him a roar in response.

A wild wolf raised his knife and fell, and blood splattered out. The dead thing didn't look humanoid at all, flesh hanging like paste on twisted bones.

It wails when it is alive, and it gets worse when it dies. With an unbearable sticky sound, it gradually dissolved into a puddle of melted flesh in the truest sense of the word.

The work of the blade was over, and the promethium flame followed.

Ruth kept watching.

A few minutes ago, eleven minutes to be exact, the stain of flesh that was being destroyed was none other than Casper Ansbach Hauser, or Ahmad ibn Rusta.

He is the bard of the third largest group of wild wolves, and he is also a 'disaster star' that fell from the sky. Prior to that, he was the founder of the Terra Historical Research Society and a highly respected scholar.

But he's also an unwitting spy, manipulated by psionic sorcery to try to get deep among the wolves. Ruth had found out about this a long time ago, and he naturally had a reason to kill this mortal directly, but he didn't do it.

Because this mortal had no idea of his own situation, he didn't know that he was being manipulated by psionic powers.

It's one thing for a Fenris to kill an enemy, it's another to kill a deceived person who knows nothing.

But, regardless of the circumstances, for now, he is just a puddle of flesh and blood. He died, his lifeline severed, as he set foot on Prospero's Tizca—a curse, or something like that, that attacked him.

The Rune Priests didn't notice, in fact, not even Ruth himself. The wolves knew nothing about it, and only watched as their poet died in a painful aberration of flesh and blood.

Give him rest. Ruth thought.

He smiled, fangs looming behind his pale mouth. He glanced up at his pack of wolves, who also looked at their head wolf in silence.

"It stands to reason that we should avenge him." Ruth spoke thoughtfully, his voice gruffled. "But look at all of this, right?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the city beneath the mountain, which was in flames. Before the wolves could begin to bite, the Prospero themselves were plunged into strange turmoil.

More crucially, they didn't see a single thousand sons.

There are only civilians, and there are civilians running everywhere. They were trampled flat, or trampled on others, and corpses littered the streets. Aberrant flesh monsters are everywhere, wandering unconsciously.

They don't crave flesh or blood, they don't need to kill, but they can plunge the world into fire just by existing. No one attacked them, not even soldiers with weapons in their hands, they dropped their weapons in front of them and began to scream and run away

Or, in a tremble, become a monster like them.

Ruth slowly raised his head and glanced at Prospero's sky. The sky was gray, as if thunder and lightning were about to fall.

He let out a strange laugh, and as if receiving the signal, the wolves immediately moved and poured out of their nests, rushing straight towards the burning city.

——

"What have you done?!" Magnus asked furiously.

He couldn't wait for an answer and began to gather answers on his own. He grabbed Ahriman as he observed the entire cavern.

The sight he saw made his anger even more intense, for there were dead servants everywhere. Dressed in a white robe, he was obviously selected. Holding the crystal in his hand, his body withered like a dried corpse with evaporated water.

According to a rough estimate, there are as many as 1,000 people. Thinking of the dark blue lines he had seen when he was still on his knees, Magnus immediately came up with an answer.

"What spell did you use, Ahriman?" Magnus took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He asked the question quickly, and Azek Ahriman struggled, taking a breath out of his strength.

He hid his displeasure and consternation in his obedience, and Magnus could see it, but he didn't have time to talk to Ahriman about it now, so he lowered his hand so that Ahriman could land.

"It's a spell I created myself, the original body." Ahriman replied with a little pride. "It can use the power of the vast ocean to cross the sea of stars and save a person from prison—"

"—across the stars?" Magnus interrupted him and questioned again.

Ahriman noticed that his original look looked very unfamiliar. There was not the slightest thirst for knowledge in those eyes, nor praise or pride in him. He couldn't help but become a little sluggish, but nodded anyway and answered Magnus's question.

"How did you do this?" The Crimson King closed his eyes, helpless but also painfully asked.

It was only at this time that Azek Ahriman discovered that his original body actually had two eyes at the moment. He took a step back in shock, speculation in his mind.

But Magnus didn't give him a chance to continue thinking, he reached out again and grabbed Ahriman, asking in a low voice.

"What price did you pay, Ahriman?"

He looked closely at one of his finest offspring and immediately caught the point.

"With only these minions and their lives, how can you make this spell work its way? What did you trade with in the vastness of the ocean? ”

"I" Aliman said sneeringly—he tried to refuse, but he couldn't, he couldn't refuse any of the originals' requests.

But his expression still became a little gloomy, and it was clear that the current situation was completely different from what he had expected at the time.

He thought he would be praised and even appreciated by the original body. Just a few minutes ago, he was expecting to be the hero who saved Magnus, Chiko and Prospero.

Ahriman took a deep breath and said, "I've spent a long time roaming the vast ocean, Primordial. I found the friendly entity that was trading with you at the time. It gave me strength and I paid for it."

There was a loud buzzing sound in Magnus's head, so loud that he couldn't even hear the rest of Ahriman's words.

Finished. He thought. This conclusion was then immediately overturned.

No, there must be some solution, definitely.

He let go of his hand, stumbled back a few steps, and then turned and ran.

He had traversed several hidden winding paths, and many of the Thousand Sons watched with surprise and joy as the original returned, most of them bound to the walls or floor by some kind of dark blue crystal, their faces revealing like melted wax figures.

Magnus forced himself to ignore the terrible sight and simply continued to run forward. He could have used psionic energy to get to the surface with ease, but he didn't.

The Crimson King knew very well in his heart that at this moment, it was not his strength that was surging in his body.

Everything has a price, Magnus. The Emperor's voice echoed in his ears. You need to keep this in mind, especially if you're dealing with subspace.

Yes, I remembered, Father.

A burst of light hit, and he finally rushed out of the reflective cave.

The air belonging to Prospero filled his mouth and nose, and the thick smell of blood struck him away.

Magnus stared in anguish, as the once bustling Secret Eye Square was now reduced to wandering flesh and blood monsters, and not far away on Cotjan Avenue a group of screaming civilians scattered and fled in all directions without reason.

A chuckle sounded in his ears.

The Crimson King gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, he simply stopped looking, he needed to keep his sanity, he couldn't look any further. Ahriman's voice came from behind him.

"Primordial? What are you going to do? ”

His voice was full of anxiety and trepidation, with a subtle hint of suspicion.

Magnus suddenly became furious—doubt? Smell a rat? Do you doubt me?

But he soon came to his senses, actually, awake.

He immediately realized how wrong his emotions were at the moment, and Magnus immediately ordered himself to remain calm, and he looked back at his heir, but he could not help but speak with a little reproach.

"Why don't you send people out to help the residents?"

Ahriman looked at him strangely, and it took a long moment to answer his question.

"There's no more of us, Primordial. We only have a dozen scattered people scattered around Prospero, and most of the others are—"

He smiled abruptly, his smile full of misery and sadness.

"-I'm sure you've seen them too, but it doesn't matter, Primordial, you're back, after all."

Without waiting for Magnus to answer, Ahriman continued, even bowing his haughty head deeply.

"You sent a code message in your newsletter telling me to find a way to bring you back so that the Legion could be saved. Now that I've done it, Primordial, you too can perform the act of salvation! ”

His voice was so affectionate, and Magnus just looked at him with a blank face, his face devoid of any so-called 'breath of life', only the dead silence and numbness of despair.

Riman received no answer, so he looked up at his original form. But all he saw was Magnus staggering and turning away, not the face of a determined savior.

"Primordial?!" Ahriman cried out.

"It's not me who communicates with you." Magnus replied in a low voice. "I've never delivered any code words, Ahriman. And you, you made a deal with that thing in the vast ocean, didn't you? ”

He stood still and turned around.

"What did you trade?" He asked in a low voice.

Ahriman didn't answer, he looked shocked, as if betrayed.

Outside of their sight, wolves were galloping.

There is also a chapter of 4k pinching.

(End of chapter)