Chapter 1050 Reversal of the Thousand Sons

"Ahriman, you are always so self-righteous! I am doing this for your own good!"

"I say the same to you! Magnus!"

Ahriman was not afraid of the giant Magnus, and directly built a shield to block all his anger. More deadly spells flowed at his fingertips, and Ahriman only needed to move his mind to fly to Magnus.

Seeing Magnus and Ahriman fighting so passionately, Iverene couldn't help but feel a little silly.

However, she couldn't intervene in other people's conflicts, so she could only quietly hide behind Magnus and prepare for the reversal ceremony.

Guilliman is still good, his legion has never had such a situation...

Tsk! How can you think about these things when you are working?

Iverene was annoyed by her confusion and weakness in her mind. She was dreaming more and more often now, and Guilliman was becoming more and more bold and passionate in her dreams.

When Iverene had such troubles, Guilliman naturally couldn't get any good. Even a demigod needs to rest. Although he only needs half an hour to fall asleep and regain his energy, the time experience in dreams is extremely abstract. Not to mention that Guilliman's dreams can even continue, and he can finish the story that was not finished before.

Guilliman was also distressed about the problem of his dreams, but he didn't know who to talk to about this problem.

What could he say? Tell the Primarch brothers: I always dream of Iverene in my dreams, and then I did a few math problems with her.

Guilliman might not be killed on the spot, and the Ultramarines would be ashamed of the stain of the Lord of Ultramar. Guilliman could not talk about this problem privately or publicly, so he had to seal it and the ancient secrets of the Second Empire in his memory forever.

The thoughts behind him were unknown to Magnus, who was furious at Ahriman's resistance. If it weren't for Ahriman's eagerness to protect his brother, Magnus would have let him know what it means for the Primarch to crush the Space Marines.

Just as the corridor groaned for several minutes under the psychic power of the two, Iverene's spell was ready.

The cold psychic power was new and unfamiliar, and it attracted Ahriman's attention in an instant. Before he could do anything, the sound of ice crystals breaking rang noisily in his ears, and before him was an endless projection of past battles.

The Thousand Sons warriors beside Ahriman were even more unbearable. They staggered back like machines, shaking their heads and covering their chests. They looked at each other several times but could not explain the confusion in the depths of their souls.

They staggered around the stunned Ahriman, and formed a tactical formation that was only available during the Great Crusade, trying to figure out their current situation.

"Damn... Ahriman? What's going on now? Why is the ship in such a bad condition?"

"Magnus, my head is about to split open. Am I going to be deformed?"

"Did the assault fail? Have we fallen into a trap? I knew those aliens were cunning!"

"Ahriman? What happened to your decorations? And why did our armor become painted like this? Was it the work of the Space Wolves and the Night Lords?"

The voices of these conversations were very quiet, but they were enough for Ahriman and Magnus to ignore the loud noise of the psychic roar.

Ahriman kept shaking his head while questioning. He was so surprised that he couldn't say anything. He just held the arm of the Thousand Sons tightly with his backhand. He checked it carefully and even sniffed it with his nose.

The smell of flesh and blood flowed out of the gaps in the armor sealed by psychic energy, which made Ahriman's brain fall into a dream called happiness.

Seeing Ahriman's weirdness, the Thousand Sons warriors punched him directly. After all, in their eyes, this was a sign that another brother would be deformed due to genetic problems. The faster the treatment, the fewer people will be injured.

Ahriman obviously thought of this process, and his body trembled violently. He didn't want to die in the hands of his brothers because of this strange misunderstanding, so he hugged his head and curled up, and the hard ice instantly wrapped around his whole body.

The Thousand Sons warriors were dumbfounded. They had never heard that flesh and blood could grow ice. They groped around their waists, but couldn't find the powerful grenade.

In confusion, the Thousand Sons caught a glimpse of the scarlet figure approaching them. After seeing it carefully, their souls trembled, and then their bodies simply knelt down to it.

Magnus's eyes were full of tears and his hands were shaking, just like Ahriman who lost his composure. He used his psychic power to lift up the Thousand Sons before they knelt down, and his eyes carefully swept over the Thousand Sons' bodies and made a sound of admiration and nostalgia.

Ahriman also emerged from the ice and Magnus and Magnus circled around the Thousand Sons in tacit understanding. The confused Thousand Sons didn't know how to deal with it. They had the courage to beat up the strange Ahriman, but they didn't dare to have any opinions about Magnus.

Finally, one of the Thousand Sons couldn't stand being treated like a rare animal, and used his body to overcome the psychic power that supported his knees.

Bang!

The sudden kneeling made the floor more sparks and traces of friction. This sound also made the extremely excited Magnus and Ahriman sober up a little.

"Father! Did we do something wrong?" The kneeling Thousand Sons trembled with fear. It was not unreasonable for them to have such thoughts.

Just think about it, they were still marching on the battlefield full of craters, and then they inexplicably appeared inside this dark and dilapidated ship. There is no need to think too much, they must have been ambushed by the enemy, and those ashes that have not yet cooled are the enemy. Magnus, the father of the Primarch, must have come to rescue them.

The brain organized the cause and effect very completely, and everyone was a little more moved when they were uneasy. There are not many chances to be rescued by the Primarch himself, which just shows how much Magnus cares about them.

But Magnus didn't know that these Thousand Sons had fantasized about so much, and he hugged the Thousand Sons one by one excitedly, then turned his head to look at Ahriman and asked, "Can you call back more Thousand Sons?"

Ahriman nodded, he remembered every Thousand Son transformed by the red letter. Now seeing a miracle, he also went all out, even if he squeezed himself dry.

Countless dust surrounded Ahriman, and Magnus also infused his own power into Ahriman to speed up the process.

Iverene couldn't help but sigh. She understood Ahriman and Magnus' feelings, but she might not be able to transform so many Thousand Sons warriors in an instant.

The Thousand Sons who had just resurrected were even more confused. They were surprised by Magnus's excitement and puzzled by the warriors standing like statues beside Ahriman.

"Ahriman? What are you doing?"