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Even he, who possessed the ability to heal all wounds, fell into a coma under the blade of this despicable nemesis and was unable to wake up.
......
Too much.
Too many psionic allegorical scenarios played out in his mind like a slideshow, one after another.
Of the myriad variations, only eighty-one were shown to Magnus here.
"My lord... are you alright?"
Under Ariman's concerned questioning, Magnus shakily stood up, supporting himself on the glass cabinet beside him.
"What just happened, sir?"
"It is the spirit of the two-headed eagle, reminding us and giving us prophecies about the future."
Magnus's expression was grave: "And if the prophecy is indeed true, this nemesis's blade will become our nightmare in the future."
Because of its ability to ignore any defense, countless Primarchs will suffer damage from this damned blade in the future... and even die.
Thanks to the guidance of the spirit of the two-headed eagle...
Magnus broke out in a cold sweat with fear at the thought of letting that blade pierce his other brothers and sisters under completely unknown circumstances.
Without the spirit of the two-headed eagle, Warmaster Fugrim might have been assassinated as prophesied!
And this was not the only victim. Magnus saw many more people, including Primarchs, Immortals, and people he knew, none of whom could escape the fate of being killed by the Blade of Nemesis.
No, it shouldn't be like this.
The future should never be like this.
"We must stop this and prevent a tragedy from happening!"
With that, Magnus, his gaze resolute, reached for the damned dagger.
Chapter 180 Emperor, Nicaea, come quickly!
"That being said, what should we do next?"
Holding the somewhat cold blade of his nemesis in his hand, Magnus looked at the dagger that exuded an evil aura and spoke.
He tried to infuse it with psychic energy, attempting to destroy it on the spot, but it didn't work.
For some unknown reason, the Nemesis Blade seemed to be protected by some mysterious force, making it indestructible.
Even the psionic master Magnus couldn't do that.
But does this also mean that this dagger possesses a power that even he cannot imagine? If it could be deciphered...?
His little head was spinning again.
"Take it back and study it carefully first, and then bring it out to confront the Interles people later."
Let's do it this way.
Having made up his mind, he tucked the blade into his robes and, stealthily, followed the coordinates given by the spirit of the two-headed eagle to complete the teleportation with Ahriman beside him.
Hopefully this will help Fugrim and Kasgar.
Magnus thought so.
......
Negotiations between the Human Empire and the Interstate Federation were overturned after the tax officials intervened at an inopportune time, jeopardizing the mutual trust that had been established.
The Interles were filled with dread when faced with that heavy tithe.
The next round of negotiations was scheduled to take place aboard the flagship, the Imperial Pride, in Fulgrim, with the talks taking place back and forth between the two sides' territories.
During these negotiations, Interles found it difficult to accept the Human Empire's demand for increased taxes.
Moreover, compared to the extremely xenophobic human empire, the Interles wanted humanity to understand the value of unity, cooperation, and peaceful coexistence, rather than viewing every alien as a potential or existing enemy.
As people born in mythical legends, the Interles have an absolute affinity for the Terrans—their ancestral land from which the Interles set sail, using rudimentary warp equipment and ships, to reach this harmonious and friendly land, where they live in harmony with the Cainblachians and Eldar.
In the peaceful years enveloped by the storms of the warp, the Interles were terrified by the belligerence and aggression displayed by the human Empire—these warriors called Astartes were products of killing machines, and it was questionable whether they could truly maintain peace with the Interles, rather than being gradually devoured after being disarmed.
In particular, the taxes under negotiation suddenly became zero, which is now in line with the original agreement on countless mineral, energy and food resources on various planets.
Seated aboard the Imperial Pride, the envoy representing Interles looked extremely displeased.
Based on what he had learned over the past few days, he knew that the person he was negotiating with was the military leader of the human empire—the Warmaster, Primarch Vograim.
The Great Expedition currently underway by the human empire does not offer a peaceful alternative.
You either join the Empire of Man, or join it with the "help" of the Astartes.
There is no third option.
"To be honest, if there were no tithes, your demands might actually get a lot of Interles' approval."
The homesickness from ancient mythology makes them want to one day set foot back in their homeland Terra, to touch the land that once supported them after thousands of years.
However... even if that time really comes, none of them will be willing to admit that the barren, waterless, ugly planet is the Earth they have been longing for.
"But now, we may really have unavoidable disagreements."
"Do we... really have to go that far?"
"Forgrim said with equal bitterness."
After so many days of negotiations, all of them came to naught, forcing them to fight against their own compatriots.
...Is the future planned by the emperor truly correct?
If she weren't in the position of a war commander, she would even be more inclined to believe that the other party's statement was the one that was just.
But just as she was about to waver, an unexpected visitor appeared in the cabin of the Emperor's Pride.
That was the light of psionic transmission.
.......
"Of course, we will have a battle! You chaotic lackeys from Interles!"
As the psionic light dissipated, a large, red figure in strange armor appeared in everyone's view—Magnus. He and his Space Marines, Amon and Ahriman, teleported directly to the meeting place.
"Magnus? What are you doing here?"
"What for? Of course, I'm reminding you to be careful of these Fugrim sisters. They certainly won't be on our side; they've already offered their souls to some mysterious evil being!"
Magnus stood up and pointed angrily at the Interlesian envoy.
"What does this mean?! You are clearly closer to Chaos in both your belligerence and your words and actions!"
"While we developed the Aria, allowing all races within the Federation to develop in harmony and freedom, you were using the pretext of eliminating aliens to wantonly kill and levy exorbitant taxes in the universe!"
"It is you, not me, who will bring more pain and destruction to this world!!!"
That made the person's face turn red with anger, feeling extremely indignant at Magnus's accusations.
It's clear that this meeting won't go through.
For an Interlesian, calling him Chaos is the ultimate insult, the worst kind.
"Us? Hmph, you're quick to turn the tables."
"You guys, do you even know why we're eliminating those aliens?"
Magnus sneered, and like a detective in a play who exposes the truth to the ignorant masses, he drew his cold blade.
"Look at this! That bizarre creation of the Kaneblach people, I can feel the evil aura emanating from it!"
As Magnus spoke, he raised it high in front of him and angrily rebuked the delegation.
"This is... the Nemesis Blade! Why is it in your hands?"
“Answer my question, you wicked beasts! Why do you ally with the aliens who created such vile creatures?”
"That's all in the past!" The envoy glanced at the rather unpleasant-looking Kaneblach man beside him, his tone noticeably less assertive than before. "The Kaneblach people have abandoned this blasphemous belief in witchcraft, and our blades are long gone, relegated to museums and never used again!"
"You can't? How do I know you can't?"
Magnus was still sneering.
Thanks to that magical Imperial Double-Headed Eagle.
Under its guidance, I was able to discover the alien sorcerous artifacts hidden within the Interles Federation and their sinister intentions towards the War Commander!
Just then, the Phoenix Guards from the Human Empire rushed forward, wielding their Phoenix Spears, and tried to stop the delegation.
Upon seeing this, the Interles also drew their bows and arrows and aimed them at the enemy.
In an instant, the atmosphere at the Imperial Pride Palace became extremely tense.
"Stop fighting! Put down all your weapons! You've all made a mistake."
"It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!" Fugrim roared, her voice hoarse with despair.
"No, Commander, this is not a misunderstanding."
"I can demonstrate it to you right now."
As he spoke, Magnus sheathed his nemesis blade and pointed at the Kaneblach man in the Interles delegation.
The spirit of the eagle not only provided him with evidence of the Interles' use of evil magic to murder the warlord, but it also pointed Magnus to the exact perpetrators.
As long as he can recite that incantation, the other party will instantly reveal their true form and evil nature.
"That's it! Show yourself your true form, you evil beast!"
At that very moment, when the light gathered in Magnus's hand.
The envoy stared in horror at the faint, blue, two-headed bird-like phantom that appeared and disappeared behind him.
"quack!"
It seems to be chuckling sinisterly at the stupidity of others.
It's not just about laughing at Magnus's foolishness, but also at the Kanebrugge people.
The envoy... he had seen this evil being in a book, right when the Ark Eldar taught them what the Chaos Demons looked like. He clearly remembered the appearance of the ever-changing Demon Lord, who had only distinctive features.
He was controlled by it, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, although he reached out to accuse the Interlesians, in fact, he himself became a pawn of Chaos.
The feeling of despair was like poison, spreading through his entire body in an instant.
“Carlo…”
The next moment, the Kaneblach man beside the envoy emitted a strange and mysterious fluctuation.
He was changing, his face filled with terror, but in the next second even his own face changed.
In the midst of endless changes, he didn't even leave behind a face.
"Look! That alien has revealed its true form!?"
......
Magnus was right.
Or rather, the information from the Chaos Gods is always half true and half false.
They will selectively tell you what they want you to know, and use various means to guide your thinking in the direction they expect.
The Kaneblach people were indeed corrupted by Chaos.
Before they encountered humans and received guidance from the Eldar, they were indeed fascinated by this evil belief.
However, after learning about the dangers of chaos and appreciating the beauty of arias in enabling peaceful coexistence among various races, the Cainblach people chose to forge swords into plowshares, forever abandoning this evil sorcery and magic, and drawing a line between themselves and the demons.
They abandoned Chaos, but... will Chaos let them go?
In a land where the existence of demons is already known, can anyone truly guarantee that they won't develop a yearning for such demonic power out of curiosity, even if it's just a little bit?
Are they really so confident that they can resist the invasion of chaos with their shallow knowledge and weak will?
Impossible, my friend.
Perhaps it was due to some oversight that the Cainblach was corrupted, or perhaps the whole plan was already destined countless years ago, when the Cainblach first came into contact with the power of chaos.
Ultimately, it's impossible for everyone to resist such constant temptation.
Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws, and even though everyone in the Interles Federation knows about and repeatedly emphasizes the dangers of chaos.