Prospero.
This place, which had once been a place for mutants and psykers to eke out a wretched existence and to flee from persecution in the Imperium of Man, had, under the protection of its ancestors who had worked hard together, gradually become a bright oasis in a desolate star sector.
But the good times did not last long. Since the large-scale reproduction of terrifying creatures such as the Psychneuein on the planet, the survival of the people of Prospero had been greatly challenged.
Whether it was the brain of a psyker or not, under the terrifying sting of the Psychneuein, there was no place to survive.
Under the ravages of the psychic creatures, the entire planet was facing a catastrophe.
The vast knowledge was about to be lost, and the ancient heritage would be extinguished with it.
Faced with the surging swarms, the last oasis of Prospero, the City of Light, the scholars of Tizca fell into despair.
And all of this would end with the arrival of an amniotic tank carrying the Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion.
The Crimson King, Magnus.
The Master of Prospero, the Crimson King, the King of Sorcerers.
Magic Pony, Invertebrate, Red-skinned One-eyed Ogryn, Harasser of the Phone-Lines.
With his superhuman learning ability, he absorbed knowledge, led the residents of Prospero, and used his innate psionic power to resist the attack of the swarms.
And finally, he rebuilt the entire Prospero into a dazzling star full of humanistic atmosphere and a thirst for knowledge.
And today, this only remaining oasis on this desert planet would once again welcome the visit of a new Primarch.
The wine-red, magnificent exterior of the Pride of the Emperor appeared in the low orbit of Prospero for the first time.
As an escort, around the huge hull of the Pride of the Emperor, there were also a large number of escort ships and accompanying merchant ships, traveling with it to the planet Prospero.
Of course, due to some extra considerations, the hired Eldar Corsair warships did not appear with them on Prospero.
They were piloting their own unique Eldar sail-ships, traveling through the Warp and the Webway.
Going to find their own food.
ZHEW—
As the landing gunship of Kasjia and Fulgrim continued to descend, the oasis city of Tizca, in this vast desert, also gradually appeared in Kasjia's view.
Several white, pyramid-shaped buildings soared into the clouds, and the clear, artificial diversion springs were covered with lush and beautiful green plants.
As for the landing pad where they were about to land, it was even more crowded. For Kasjia's arrival, Magnus and his Thousand Sons were all looking forward to it.
The reason was simple.
The miracle worker who could solve the flesh-change of the Thousand Sons was on this fiery-red gunship.
Even in Magnus's psionic prophecies, he would bring an unimaginable change to the entire legion.
The flesh-change, a strange genetic defect that the Thousand Sons had had since the founding of the legion.
An Astartes affected by the flesh-change would have his body twist and deform, and would eventually become an indescribable monster of flesh and blood.
If Kasjia had not intervened, as the flesh-change spread more and more within the legion, to stop the mutation, Magnus would have ultimately chosen to go to the Warp to seek the help of the creatures there.
And he had signed a two-faced contract with Tzeentch—
...on the surface, he had temporarily suppressed the flesh-change in exchange for one eye, but in reality, he had traded his own and the legion's future to the other party.
And in the Horus Heresy, with his keen sense of the Warp, he had discovered Horus's rebellion. In his urgency, he had gathered his subordinates and, by sacrificing a large number of psykers, he had sent a psychic communication to his old man—that is, the Emperor.
With his extremely penetrating words.
The problem was—it was a bit too penetrating.
Under the influence of Tzeentch, he had directly pierced through the Webway that Old Man Gold had been painstakingly managing for so long.
From then on, the Emperor could only sit on the Golden Throne for a long time, to block the endless army of daemons from below Terra.
It could be said that the damage caused to the world by the entire Great Betrayal was not as great as this one psychic phone call.
Horus and Perturabo had racked their brains, but it was not as good as Magnus's sudden inspiration.
Don't say the little pony has only one eye, he can pry the galaxy into rebellion.
In a rage, the Emperor had dispatched Leman Russ to capture him. But under the influence of various factions, a fierce battle had broken out between the two sides, and in the end, Prospero was burned to the ground.
Magnus's soul was also torn apart in this battle, and was scattered into countless large and small soul fragments, scattered throughout the universe.
(Tzeentch: So I have to piece it together myself in the end.)
And he himself had also fallen into the clutches of Tzeentch after this, and had been elevated to a daemon prince of Tzeentch.
Truly a... world-shakingly wise Primarch.
This was Kasjia's evaluation of Magnus.
Actually, he didn't care much about curing the genetic disease of Magnus's legion's flesh-change.
After all, the Thousand Sons were always under the absolute influence of the most bizarre Chaos God of the Warp, Tzeentch.
Basically, apart from the Phoenix King from the peak of the Eldar Empire, it was impossible to eradicate the flesh-change.
What if, right after Kasjia had cured them, He had followed behind Kasjia and poisoned the Thousand Sons?
It couldn't be cured.
Compared to curing the disease, he would rather be able to persuade Magnus to have less contact with psionics, not to play Pokémon anymore, and not to make any more harassing phone calls.
Kasjia would be content.
The gunship Firebird they were riding in gradually descended to the surface. The hatch opened, and in front of the landing pad designed with the golden ratio, the many Astartes of the Thousand Sons and their Primarch, Magnus, were waiting with great anticipation.
Fortunately, he was not yet in his one-eyed form. Everything could still be saved.
"Kasjia!"
Magnus saw him and rushed forward excitedly, and the two embraced like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.
Kasjia, died.
Just kidding.
With Magnus's height of nearly five meters, even if he had terrifying spikes on his chest, he couldn't have reached Kasjia's body.
At most, it would have gone through his shoulder.
However, it seemed that the moment Magnus had embraced him, he had felt the strong gaze of his third sister from in front of him.
Magnus: "!"
Sensing the strong hostility, he instantly looked up at the gunship and saw Fulgrim seeming to be waving and smiling at the welcoming crowd.
Was it an illusion?
Magnus released his embrace of Kasjia and warmly welcomed the guests from the Emperor's Children to the capital city of Tizca.
And following behind Kasjia and Fulgrim was the Apothecary of the Emperor's Children, and also a great biologist, Melusine, who was also visiting Prospero.
It was said that the latter had even been invited to hold an academic lecture on biological research in Tizca.
Titled The Thirtieth Millennium is the Millennium of Biology.
The accompanying personnel also included the Thousand Sons Librarian, Intap-Amal.
To introduce Kasjia to one of his sons.
Seeing that his once-shriveled and red-skinned son had now recovered, Magnus was even more overjoyed.
It's effective!
Amal hadn't lied to him. This guy could really solve the flesh-change of the Thousand Sons!
Magnus looked at Kasjia, his eyes shining (really shining, with psionic power).
Perhaps they had never met before.
But since you can solve the flesh-change problem of the Thousand Sons, you are forever a good homie of the Thousand Sons.
"Friends, welcome to Prospero. Welcome to Tizca."
His smile was exceptionally warm.
Even... fawning.
This made Fulgrim feel particularly wary.
With the tsunami of cheers from the crowd, Kasjia, accompanied by the Thousand Sons who were wearing helmets like scarab beetles, walked along the sun-drenched avenue of Tizca.
Magnus's welcoming party was a grand affair.
The masters of the cults, the magisters of the temples, and his Rehati.
Almost all the high-ranking officers of the Thousand Sons had come out in full force, just to welcome Fulgrim's arrival.
Of course, it was actually for Kasjia.
And following behind him, Magnus, were two great sorcerers from the Corvidae cult—
Amon, and Ahriman.
Professor A x2.
The reason the personnel of the Thousand Sons could be so complete was largely because they simply didn't go out.
They were homebodies.
They didn't go anywhere. They just stayed at home on Prospero.
The Emperor and Magnus, who were still pen pals over psychic phone calls at that time, had already established a deep friendship.
And after Magnus's return in the Great Crusade, the Emperor had not arranged any heavy Great Crusade missions for the Thousand Sons, who only had a few thousand men.
Because in the Emperor's plan, he was more like a backup toilet plunger for the Golden Throne.
They usually resolved disputes peacefully through diplomatic means and brought the other's world into the fold.
In campaigns, they would act as deputies to others, undertaking tasks such as saving library collections and evacuating the masses.
What?
You ask where those library collections are?
Of course, they are collected in the luxurious museums of Prospero!
Stealing?
What are you talking about!
An Astartes' business... can it, can it be called stealing!
Apart from that, they would at most send a few Librarian members like Amal as advisors to participate in other expeditionary fleets.
And by the way, they would collect some books from other planets. Little Pony likes to read.
Of course, the main reason Little Pony could stay at home on Prospero was because the legion could not expand under the influence of the flesh-change.
The entire Thousand Sons only had a few thousand men, and they were all crooked-mouthed and slanted-eyed.
What if they were all consumed in a single battle?
Therefore, the Emperor did not demand much from the Thousand Sons and the Emperor's Children in terms of KPIs.
But what if Lorgar were to do the same thing in the perfect city with his hundreds of thousands of Word Bearers...?
Hiss.
Anyway, they were all burned to ashes. It seems there wasn't much difference in the end.
The legion was small in number and plagued by disease.
Their individual combat ability was strong, and they advocated for a peaceful rather than a warlike approach to the Great Crusade.
And they also undertook the foreign diplomatic work of the Imperium.
It could be said that the Emperor's Children and the Thousand Sons were, to a certain extent, kindred spirits.
The relationship between the two legions would naturally not be bad.
"We're here."
"Welcome to the spiritual world I have sought and pursued."
Standing in front of a huge, diamond-shaped pyramid, the confident Magnus turned back and bowed and smiled at the two.
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