Tread, step, step

In the claustrophobic and dark underground corridor, five Thunder Warriors and six Thousand Sons Wizards march together.

The orniths are constantly monitoring the movements of the creatures around them, and the Thousand Sons control their legion's unique scanners to check for any remnants of psionic power.

"Alert!"

Olmuz raised his staff, and the dazzling beam of light shone on the wall more than ten meters high.

The originally smooth stone wall suddenly appeared a wall covered with paw prints and obvious impact marks.

"My wizard brother, don't be surprised."

"This thing looks like it's the marks left by a larger animal."

Bucaret pushed the mask upwards, and the searchlight on the blaster shot forward and backward, trying to see further.

However, it is still dark as the eye can see.

Corridors stretch across hundreds of miles of desert, and on the other side of the corridor, Alexander and Magnus are preparing to dive into the labyrinth.

"Can you smell it? That's where the stench came from. ”

Magnus looked down the deep hallway.

A dark, cold wind whistled out of the cave, approaching 100 degrees in the desert and approaching below zero here.

If there were any humans left on this planet, they would be gathered here.

"I can't smell it, but I can feel it."

Alexander drew his power sword, and blue flames rose from the blade.

"Let's go, let's go in and see what it is."

Alexander took the lead and stepped into the bottomless corridor.

Dressed in the Aquila Terminator Power Armor, the Garsted Praetorian Guard first sent messages and coordinates to the mothership, and then led ten Praetorian Terminators into the corridor.

This was the first time that His Highness the eldest son had carried out a combat mission, and the forbidden army had specially dispatched ten Aquila Terminator veterans.

This was followed by ten Thunder Warriors wearing Thunder Terminator Power Armor.

They were the honorary guards trained by Kabu Eric for Alexander.

"Ahriman, you stay outside, ready to support his Thousand Sons in the Thunderhawk gunboats."

Magnus didn't intend to let his best and bravest children go in with him.

Alexander's twenty Terminator Guards, and his own twenty Thousand Sons Guard, were more than enough to face whatever came their way.

Moreover, both of them are powerful psionics, and even if there is a problem, it is convenient to teleport away, but the large number of people is a drag.

"Father, do you have a premonition?"

Ahriman is also a psyker.

When he read the words of his father Magnus, he often read them too deeply and guessed blindly because of excessive worship.

"No, I just don't want to see casualties among the Thousand Sons."

Magnus left Ahriman behind, just because he was worried that he would be dragged and that the other sons would not be able to rescue in time if there was a problem.

For every loss of a Thousand Sons of Warriors, it means that the Thousand Sons Legion loses one Erudito and one of his heirs.

"Father, I follow your will."

Ahriman knelt on one knee with his staff.

Magnus looked down at his heir, trying to say something, but held back.

So he turned around and led the twenty Thousand Sons Guard, and walked a few briskly steps to keep up with Alexander's pace.

The dark and painful future of Ahriman's struggle, Magnus sees in his eyes.

However, everything may change because of Alexander's appearance.

But it can be fickle, Magnus is not sure.

...

Buzz~Buzz~

When the heavy Terminator Power Armor walks, the joints make a sound of the bearings turning.

The Thunder Terminator spontaneously walked in front, with high-brightness searchlights shining straight ahead on either side of his shoulders.

"Magnus, do you think there will be a Chaos Demon sealed here?"

Alexander kept swinging the power sword in his hand, leaving a flaming sword flower in the air.

The white wings that grew behind him could illuminate a whole team of more than forty people.

"Chaos Demon? How could you..."

Magnus suddenly stopped what he was about to say, and looked at Alexander with a stiff and even strange expression.

Psykers tend to be proverbial when they are excited.

Because their brains unconsciously stir a subtle string, and they are not aware of it.

Now Alexander is flying step by step, still waving his weapon in his hand, obviously in an inexplicable state of excitement.

However, Magnus soon realized that this was Alexander's first battle, and excitement was inevitable.

So he secretly passed the message to his own Thousand Sons Guard.

Magnus didn't interrupt Alexander because it was the easiest time to use unheard of psionic moves.

"Are you using psionic energy for observation, are you going in that direction?"

Alexander felt Magnus's psionic fluctuations and instantly turned back to ask.

In fact, Alexander in the past was not so sensitive to the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him, so this sudden question made Magnus startled.

"Hmm," Magnus paused.

"There are three forks in the road, which way do you think you should go?"

After walking for less than ten minutes, the first multiple-choice question appeared in the corridor that extended in all directions.

Magnus could actually use psionic powers to try to make the best choice, but now, he trusted Alexander more.

Because Alexander, who is in this state now, can choose the one that should be taken the most for them.

Human beings themselves have a sixth sense of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and now they have been infinitely amplified by spiritual energy.

It couldn't be safer.

'Point the soldiers, fight on horseback, who to point...'

Alexander stood at the fork in the road and muttered quietly.

"Take this one, just the middle one."

Alexander stretched out his finger and the Thunder Terminator continued in a straight line.

Magnus listened to the outrageous whispers, and even had the heart to stop and choose for himself.

However, seeing that the crowd had continued to move forward, they stubbornly followed Alexander under the gaze of their heirs.

"Go this way."

"This way."

"Keep up, quick."

As the crowd went deeper and deeper into the deep and dark corridor, Alexander's heart became more and more irritable.

He almost never continued to walk, but flew close to the ground.

The aura on his wings was so strong that the Aquila Terminator behind him felt a little dazzling when he was wearing a helmet.

Roar!!!

An eerie roar came from the darkness.

The stench of blood in the wind grew thicker.

Magnus watched Alexander's movements and emotions all the way.

The blade of Anu-Ninurta was tightly grasped by him, and the scimitar of the stance emitted wisps of lightning due to the fluctuations in the spiritual energy of the person it wielded.

His powerful psionic powers allowed Magnus to foresee the consequences of choosing each path.

He was surprised to find that the path Alexander had chosen was not the one with the least damage.

Rather, it is the most dangerous, the bloodiest, the most cruel path.

However, Magnus did not take the initiative to interrupt Alexander's footsteps, but led his Thousand Sons Guards to keep up with him.