Chapter 98 Eye of Magnus

If Tizca had not been in a situation of bloodshed and wailing at this time, how would the locals welcome the arrival of the fleet of the Emperor's children?

First, they would raise their heads. Regardless of gender, age, status and identity, all Tizcans would raise their necks with simple gold ornaments from their small town called the City of Light, open their eyes of various colors, and look up at the truly glorious things like looking up at the high sun.

The air would be filled with the rumbling thunder of engines running, but people would cover it with cheers, and golden and silver ribbons would be sprinkled from the tops of tall buildings. When iron boots landed in the center of the large square paved with white stones, the Tizcans would throw flowers at the feet of the warriors.

At this moment, the two Primarchs would stride out from two directions respectively. When the brothers embraced each other intimately, the maester's milky white robe and the legion lord's yellow, black and silver armor would be close to each other, showing the deep affection between the blood-related descendants of the Emperor.

If this was the dawn of the night, the silver moonlight should have dissipated when the two people's hands left each other's backs, and the brighter sun would have risen from the end of the sky at this sacred moment, showing the great promise of the Lord of Humanity for a magnificent future like the dawn.

Tizca would happily bathe in this noble light and join a great empire that was reviving.

However, Tizca welcomed Perturabo with another face. This land offered the Iron Warriors the night, chaos, blood that was about to be shed, and the pure land of scars and bones - this was everything Prospero had.

Perturabo stood cautiously by the window, observing Prospero from high above.

All the data sent by the auspicious instruments were extremely pessimistic. All the data that could be detected confirmed that the planet had become a nest of soul-eating bees. Beasts that were powerful enough to tear apart all living things replaced deserts and oases with their terrifying limbs and wings, launching a collective invasion of Tizca from the entire planet, like an unconscious revenge, to destroy Tizca, which had once blocked them, a thousand times, and kill Magnus, who had once repelled them.

And Tizca had become an unknown nightmare like a black hole. Any means of detection were limited to outside the boundaries of the city. No information could escape from the city, as if time there had stopped independently.

"All weapon arrays have entered the preheating stage, my lord." His heir reminded dutifully, "Do you need to load ammunition and prepare energy weapons?"

"This is my brother's home planet." Perturabo turned away from the window and no longer immersed himself in the visible destruction. "I ordered the preparation of weapons in order to deter local residents."

But Prospero no longer needed deterrence. It was hard for Perturabo to imagine what this deserted but beautiful and peaceful planet had gone through during his absence. What he could not imagine even more was what kind of disaster Magnus was going through in the undetectable city of light.

Before he was forced to leave and return to the fleet, the last time he saw Magnus, he was still crying in his hut, embarrassingly exposing the weak hesitation in the heart of the Red Giant.

Now, the dark plan against his first brother who was personally welcomed back has obviously been implemented. Can the crying Magnus really survive this catastrophe?

Of course, his descendants have also learned about Prospero's current situation. Not to mention deterrence, it is difficult to judge whether there are still living local residents on this planet. It was they who delivered the military report to Perturabo.

De Feis asked, "Do we need weapons now?"

"One day," Perturabo said, "After Prospero rotates once, if the situation remains unchanged, we will use conventional firepower to conduct orbital bombardment outside the city of Tizca, and then half of the Astartes from the first, fourth, and fifth battalions will follow me to attack Tizca."

It was not a good choice to knock on Prospero's door with artillery on the first official visit, but Perturabo knew that rescuing Magnus was countless times more important than paying attention to any etiquette.

"Prospero hurt my brother," he said coldly, "Even if she is Magnus's home planet, it cannot change her crime."

De Feis saluted immediately and passed Perturabo's order to all parts of the fleet.

Perturabo glanced at his wardrobe, briefly hoping that Morse would appear in time to tell him how Magnus was doing. He did not wait for the movement in the wardrobe, but Prospero himself changed first.

Perturabo watched the entire planet sweep through a golden-red shock wave like a stone falling into the water, and the endless swarms of bees died in the buzzing like weeds blown down by the wind. His iron-like solemn expression finally added real surprise and a soft joy.

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Magnus sat against the wall on the top of the ruins and looked up at the night sky.

He knew that in the team of iron-gray warships, the intact Perturabo was standing by a window, looking down at the planet on the verge of destruction. He saw many unknown weapons attached to the ships. According to his understanding of Perturabo, these weapons would probably only need two salvos to destroy the half-dead Prospero.

"Morse?" Magnus said.

"Yes, Perturabo is here. Let me see, lasers, plasma and missiles, macro cannons, light spears and atomic torpedoes that don't look ready to be launched," Morse recognized that the lasers equipped by Perturabo's fleet were the spoils taken from the Olympia satellite where the Black Judgment resided, and were now put into actual combat.

"If you particularly like a certain one, I can tell Perturabo about the one with more launch points." He said, with a small amount of anticipation for that scene.

Magnus took a deep breath, but choked on the dust that filled the top of the pyramid. Regardless, the Primarch's turbulent heartbeat calmed down.

"Please tell Perturabo not to fire." Magnus said, the noble face of the original body showed rare solemnity. "I do not want malicious rumors about my home planet to be destroyed by my brothers to spread in the future."

"Well..." Morse said, "It's not urgent. Perturabo doesn't want to blow through the center of Prospero's earth right away. So how do you deal with the remaining bites on this planet? The Spirit Bee Crisis, and the remaining eight subspace energy furnaces that are ready to move? "

"Prospero is my home planet." Magnus said, and the spell runes he had just laid the foundation for transformed into a golden-red light ball in his palm. "But she hurt my brother, and are enemies of my people.”

He clenched his fist, extinguished the golden light, and lowered his eyes. "I'm going to end everything here myself."

"Then you have to pay a little price," Morse replied. "Even if you are the Primarch, you cannot completely ignore the basic rules of using spells. As for what you should do, with your wisdom and creativity, Do you still need me to teach you a set of ready-made spells?"

Magnus nodded, the ends of his burnt red hair trembling: "I know."

Morse's remaining conscience allowed him to hold back his sarcastic remarks. He sighed: "Do it and give your flesh and blood."

Magnus rose from the ground, remembering for the last time the suffering that was being endured in this once beautiful land. In the stagnant time and space, he saw people's silent shouts, waving arms, torn limbs and spilled blood. This fragmented and devastated place was solidified like a sculpture.

"How blind I was," Magnus murmured softly. "My eyes only stared at the light above, but never looked down at the disaster in the shadows."

A string of reorganized spells flowed from his mouth, and Magnus raised his hand and clasped his fingers on his trembling eyelids.

The order to tamper with reality was demanding reward from him, and the pain of swallowing the broken blade rose in his mouth.

The Primarch knew that this power demanded more.

Magnus felt the eyeball of his right eye rolling uneasily under his fingers, as if he were touching a concrete symbol of crime. An oppressive force pressed against the surface of his eyelids, and his breathing slowed down after a quick burst.

Let's do it, he thought, breathing a sigh of relief, and then Magnus dug out his own eyeballs.

If both eyes still fail to see the folly committed, let go of the one eye that always stares blindly at the glory.

He did not shed tears or cry out in pain, only the momentary stagnation of breathing. Even the speed of reciting the incantation did not change at all. Only the solemn regret was added to his tone. In order to repay from today - he would eat the soul many years ago. When the bees came to Tizca, he enjoyed the aura of salvation that saved the city; and this disaster was caused by him. As Perturabo said, he no longer has the shame to call himself a hero. Now, it's time for him to take responsibility.

Magnus was not a habitual sadist or masochist, but when he crushed the soft ball in his palms and exchanged the flowing blood for the washing of the land of Prospero, an unprecedented relief was born from his pain.

Everything he saw - even though parts were missing - was so clear, the golden and red waves rolled over the surface of Tizca, and the ferocious beasts were burned up in the invisible fire, and even the ashes were destroyed.

The evil temples in the distance collapsed together, and the remaining eight colorful bird statues that had brought spiritual enlightenment to Tizca lost their divine power and disintegrated into dust haze. After starting it all, Magnus ended it.

The power of the curse carried his dedicated right eye to see all kinds of scenes from cities to wilderness, from deep valleys to mountains. Magnus knew that he would travel to Terra in a few days, and before that, he would see every inch of Prospero, down to the last detail.