The Chaos Battleships that sailed out of the Mysterious Eye on the turbulence of subspace can be divided into 9 different specifications from large to small, and each size has a number of warships ranging from 9, 99, and 999, forming a holy number fleet composed of thousands of Chaos warships.

In the Holy Number Fleet, there are not only Imperial warships controlled by the Thousand Sons Wizard, but also a large number of strange and unknown alien spacecraft.

Some of them were alien remnants of the Great Expedition that were exterminated by the Emperor, and a few warships carried an entire civilization and drifted in the sea of souls until they were guided here by the Lord of Change.

What's more, it is the wreckage of a ship that has been lost and crashed in subspace for a long time, and the dying machine souls unconsciously put together to keep warm in the process of drifting with the current, and then converge and mutate, merging with each other after a long time, turning into these deformed creations named "Debt of Evil" by the Lord of All Changes.

The degree of mutation of "Evil Debt" is far more complete than that of a Chaos warship controlled by the psionic power of the Thousand Sons warriors, and it is more like some kind of subspace creature clad in a mechanical shell than a battleship, and every piece of parts that is forcibly put together with a preface and a back is burning with a flame of abhorrence.

A significant number of warriors within the Thousand Sons Legion have been burned out of flesh and imprisoned souls under the influence of the "Scarlet Letter Spell" cast by Ahriman, and have been turned into hollow armor powered by sorcery. Only a handful of members with strong psionic powers were spared and were given psionic enhancements from the Scarlet Letter spell.

For the Thousand Sons, the huge "evil debt" floating in the void is not something unbearable, and they have long been accustomed to getting along with all kinds of twisted monsters in the chaos. But when it comes to aliens, it's a different story.

As early as the beginning of the Great Expedition during the Terra Unification War, the human emperor had written the outright hatred for the aliens directly into the underlying genetic sequence of the Astarte monks, and every space soldier was extremely disgusted with all intelligent beings except humans, and this hatred engraved at the genetic level was difficult to change even if it fell into chaos.

The various aliens who suffered the extinction of the Great Expedition also share the same hatred for humans.

This is the darkest age when there is not even a glimmer of glorious existence that can be called "love", and in the galaxy, there is only hatred and war.

Therefore, even if the chaotic Thousand Sons had to swallow their anger to join this fleet of holy numbers and join the aliens out of the will of the Changeable Lord, deep down, they were still desperate to immediately launch subspace wave cannons at the alien ships on their flanks and slaughter these filthy alien remnants.

With this longing, many of the Thousand Sons Wizards invariably turned their eyes to the tall figure standing on the bow of the ship, silently staring at their father, who was already a very stranger.

Lord of Prospero, King of Sorcerers, fifteenth son of the Emperor, and Tzeentch's Demon Prince Magnus the Red.

He was the best scholar in the galaxy, the foremost psionic master of the Human Empire, erudite, wise, open-minded, and intellectually curious, willing to sacrifice one of his own eyes to heal the flesh mutations of his offspring.

He has built a kingdom of scholars and psykers on Prospero, spread the splendor of knowledge in a vast library, and helped inexperienced young psionics discover and control their potential.

The Legion of the Thousand Sons, under the leadership of the Father of Genes, collected and compiled subspace and psionic knowledge from all over the galaxy, and it was at that time that the King of Wizards wrote the book of Magnus, a masterpiece of sorcery that he devoted all his efforts to.

It is such an erudite scholar and seeker of knowledge who has personally destroyed the future of mankind.

The current Magnus is an indescribable mass standing on the bow of a battleship, because the connection with subspace is too deep, Magnus's physical form has not stabilized for a moment. His body was constantly changing from moment to moment, with only a few features that represented his notion of existence barely recognizable.

For example, his red skin, tall body, and his one-eyed, constantly changing colors.

This is the only vestige of Magnus's existence.

There is also a dislike for aliens written by the emperor himself in the genes of the original body, and what the thousand sons are curious about now is whether the father of the genes who has been promoted to the demon prince still retains that hatred from the emperor?

The Red Devil standing at the bow of the ship just looked up at the sickly starry sky that was scarlet, and didn't say a word.

A step back to Magnus' left stood a Thousand Sons Wizard wearing a witchcraft helmet with three pairs of curved horns and holding a black staff. He was far taller than his Thousand Sons brothers, but still far less majestic than the original body.

But even when he stood behind Magnus, his body always stood straight, without the slightest hint of groveling.

He is one of the most legendary warriors of the Legion of the Thousand Sons, the Red Sorcerer, Tzeentch God's Chosen One, and the one trapped by fate - "Vault Dweller" Ahriman.

It should have been a very heartwarming scene for father and son to stand together on the battlefield, but the flame of hatred burned faintly in the afterglow of Ahriman's oblique glance at his genetic father.

The conflict between father and son stems from the two Scarlet Letter spells cast by Ahriman, the first release of this forbidden spell played by Tzeentch that made the Thousand Sons truly "Thousand Sons", and the second Scarlet Letter spell manipulated by Magnus to restore his soul to near intact.

Ahriman hated Magnus because of this, and this hatred is still so clear after a thousand years.

Ahriman is still on a desperate path to find a way to save the Thousand Sons until a thousand years later, on the eve of the thirteenth Black Expedition, when he learns from the leader of the Reaper, Ephrene, the power of the Grim Reaper.

Now, his life is still in despair, and the depressed Ahriman has procrastinated and lazy in responding to the call of the Lord of Change.

Magnus was also disgusted with the deviant heir, but they reluctantly stood on the same ship due to the evil taste of the Lord of Change—the first time the Red Devil and the Vault Dweller had fought side by side since besieging the space wolf mother planet Fenris.

Ahriman raised his head, staring at the sickly starry sky that had long been stained scarlet by the swarm with his eyes burning with blue psionic flames, and after a few seconds, he quickly lowered his head again.

His psionic cultivation was second to none in Astarte, but this scarlet shadow shrouded in the starry sky was beyond the scope of Ahriman's comprehension, and the last time he felt this way was the so-called gods of the Spirit Race.

Perhaps Magnus was able to see the nature of this shadow? Such thoughts flashed through Ahriman's mind and quickly dissipated. He was reluctant to turn to the Red Devils for help.

"Ahriman, my heir."

Eventually, it was Magnus who broke the awkward silence between father and son first, ignoring the fluctuations of Ahriman's soul hidden under his helmet, and continued, "Do you know what the enemy we are about to face? ”

Ahriman took a deep breath and said, "'Scarlet Shadows,' 'Abyss of Despair,' 'Unspeakable Terror.'" ”

He repeated the words of Tzeentch, the raven god.

Magnus heard Ahriman's attitude, and swallowed the words that had reached his throat, and did not say anything more.

Ahead, the huge biological mothership fluttered with its long tentacles, and surrounded by countless adult battleships, pounced on the Tzeentch Sacred Number fleet, which had just passed through the Mysterious Eye and entered the real universe.

The swarm's assault is coming from every direction, and they have completely encircled the entire Solar Flare system, and their sheer size advantage allows them to launch saturation strikes that are non-focused, or all focused.

Driven by the will of the Lord of Change, the patchwork Chaos Fleet maintained basic tactical cooperation. The Thousand Sons Wizards communicated with their souls through psionic energy, and manipulated the battleship to form a defensive ring formation.

Magnus and Ariman are the Chaos flagship, Sky Forsaken Feather, and the Ommenides of the Death Stalker are surrounded by a defensive formation formed by other Thousand Sons warships, and the outer ring is composed of a large number of alien warships.

On the outermost side of the defensive formation were thousands of deformed "Evil Debts" entwined with ominous sorcery, which were used by the Thousand Sons Legion as cannon fodder to resist the swarm, riding on the subspace turbulence that was constantly pouring out of the Mystical Eye, and directly met the menacing swarm.

(End of chapter)