Destiny Steel

The Warlord's new office

"Ahh Please also deign to explain it to me. "The Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard summoned by the Warband's Master, the Warband's Think Tank Curator, Emenut, is now standing at his desk, looking up and down at the Fallen Raven Guard, who is also standing there but very uneasy, with a playful and curious gaze.

Adariq Vannus didn't wear his power armor - the tattered black flying bag power armor and lightning claw had been recovered from the Destiny Steel's mysterious armory, and no one had been notified that they had been repaired so far.

The rebellion of the XIX was covered only in a simple linen training robe, with a thin belt around the waist, and equally simple Olympian leather sandals on his feet. His long black hair was combed and parted in a parted form on either side of his pale to almost transparent cheeks, and he pursed his lips, his purple eyes ignoring the think tank curator who was looking at him, and instead staring at the man's every move behind his desk.

Fearless Defiant, wrapped in gold ornaments, mechanical ribbons, and polished armor, the Lord of Guardians, the Master of Recruits, and the Commander of the Tenth Company, Elder Kadomo sat with his chest huffed to the side of his desk.

Dreadnought's eyepiece had countless data points flickering rapidly, and the wizard noticed that his built-in Cracker Power Claw and twin laser cannon had been replaced with a pair of manipulators suitable for Dreadnought's proportions, one of which was still holding a quill, and he was processing the stacks of documents and data tablets that were constantly being sent at dizzying speeds.

Ahalim, who had recently served as a herald and chamberlain, stood beside Daring Daunt, delivering new documents to Elder Kadomo and sorting out the ones that had already been processed.

Emenute took another deep look at the warlord of the warband, "Perturabo", who sat in the main seat, with a lot of office supplies more decorative than practical, and a cup of steaming Furry Blareca coffee on the smooth table.

The other party didn't seem to feel anything wrong. "Specifically, we ...... My request is that you have to leave some Chaos sigil or other influence on Adariq, just right! Keep his sanity, his body, and his skills, and don't make me any enchanted warriors or really attract anything I don't want to see - that is, don't do that demonic possession or sacrifice or anything like that. ”

"If you can do that without asking for a boost in strength or special features, it's technically fine, and I'll have to see what he's doing now." The Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard suddenly smiled authoritatively when he talked about the realm he was familiar with, "Is it right here to do a check for him?" Honorable Iron Lord. ”

"Here it is. There is adequate protection in the office. I've just checked the Hall of Omens, and your student Julius is inside, so you don't have to go out of your way to take Adarik back. ”

"As you wish. So I'll do a check-up for him first. ”

Emenuth raised his falcon-shaped staff, and the warped energy of the High Heavens was delicately channelled through a deliberately open filter.

The rings and runes hidden under the floor gradually lit up, and layers of intertwined three-dimensional shields and protective fields, visible and invisible, unfolded, and the core area of the Iron Blood and the output power of the engine continued to increase, emitting an unrivalled high-pitched harmonic chant in each dimensional layer.

Bachter Vouth's warning lights flashed all over the bridge at the front, and the captain was doing his best to allocate the energy supply according to the orders he had received.

The quill rustled on the parchment, the hair and eyebrows of Adarik in the circle became hoarfrosted, and the crackling of psionic energy and the subtle smell of ozone grew stronger.

"The smell ...... It's really complete, and it's curious what he's done before...... The preferences of the Lord of Change, the legacy of the Triple Cycle Master, and a little bit of the Blood God's sura, but in the end he must have given himself a part of the reign of the Prince of Darkness...... Hey? What's going on, how can there still be traces of the energy of the corpse worshippers——! ”

Pale golden energy flames leaped from the Raven Guard's body, and Amenute heard a heavy snort from the Dreadnought of the Contempt, but he had no time to care, the power of the ancient rotting corpse was being activated by the invasion of chaotic energy, and it was rushing towards the wizard to burn the evil point of existence clean-

The Thousand Sons Chaos Space Marines stood still, stretched out their hands, clenched his staff, and uttered aloud and clear the syllables of the incantation composed of evil, ancient, blasphemous, and extinct alien languages, and in an instant, a force of chaos filled with billions of possibilities, bright, intense, and he had never felt so pure—

The multicolored energy that emerged from the tip of the staff, between solid, liquid, and gaseous, instantly enveloped the crow's body, and the faint golden flame annihilated each other, and the naked eye could never gaze at the wonderful color existence for more than a moment, because each bit of hue was a blue, purple, red, and green feather refracted by a crystal fragment of different colors—

The lost knowledge of countless unknown worlds, the fate of countless sentient beings, and the answers to countless difficult questions were presented in Emenut's mind like the lines on his fingers, and the ecstasy of such a blessed experience made his lips tremble, his teeth chatter, and he could barely stand on his feet.

But the Supreme Wizard was well aware of the terrible consequences of a slight trip to the pool at this moment, and he concentrated his mind, keeping his eyes on his target as best he could, his casting gestures still precise, and the guiding syllables of the repeated intricate incantations that came out of his mouth remained extremely steady.

Standing in the middle of the circle, the Thousand Sons Wizard roared madly in the face of the psionic hurricane that would eventually imprint the Chaos Seal on Adarik's tongue, and his Think Tank Hood began to crack due to the excessive increase in his output, "Forever remember Prospero!" For the Scarlet King! ”

The golden and blue energies roared and devoured each other, and the body of the Raven Guard, who was the main battlefield of this miniature battle, was suspended in mid-air, bound by the multicolored energy field, and a large number of green energy rune chains miraculously kept his physical integrity from the continuous disintegration and repair of the cells.

Vannus convulsed and twisted in pain involuntarily, and uncontrollably, high-pitched, inhuman moans of shattering came from the Space Marine's mouth, indicating that he was suffering from the pain of constant death and rebirth, but his purple eyes were still fixed on the man behind the table.

The quill of the elder Cadomo was still writing, without the slightest pause or hesitation, and Ahalim couldn't help but peek out of the corner of his eye at "Pertulabo" sitting behind his desk.

Lamizan raised her glass, drank half of her coffee, sighed, and gave a reassuring look to the Raven Guard.

"C'est la vie pas le paradis, Adariq, I assure you, right now, it will be over soon."

There seemed to be a low, grunting and exhaling sound of satisfaction from the Dreadnought of the Contempt, and at first, he didn't understand what it was, and then, the Iron Warrior suddenly realized that it was another form of his genetic father laughing.

Quack –

See you after six o'clock

(End of chapter)