Chapter 361: Aba?

He is the Wolf King from Fenris, he is my brother, he is Leman Russ.

A whisper of knowledge sounded beside Zhou Yun.

A boundless wildness erupted violently before Zhou Yun; the unbearable heat waves of the nuclear wasteland seemed to recede.

In their place, a savage blizzard of glacial winds swept toward Zhou Yun.

Before Zhou Yun appeared the face of a long, gaunt figure carved like ice blades, adorned with a coarse golden braid.

Knowledge coalesced into that savage figure—the one clad in dark blue armor, flanked by two wolves.

Golden eyes in that figure held the dullness of a barbarian, watching Zhou Yun with keen interest from a short distance.

Then that dullness instantly shifted to cunning—

"Russ is a liar!"

"He was never a barbarian! He deliberately feigned that dumb dog's appearance to deceive others!"

"I thought he was Thor from ancient Terra's myths, but he was actually Loki."

"Only when he fought me on Prospero did I realize this."

"Damn bastard! He accuses me and my Legion of being too deep in the arcane!"

"When I twisted time, he walked through the frozen moment without any effect."

"When I summoned the warp's flood, he suppressed it with a few savage growls."

"When I unleashed the psychic potential within my flesh to form a giant of light and aether, he merely grinned and transformed into something similar."

"This wolf shares the same deep connection to the Ocean of Souls as I do; his study of psychic energy is far from superstition."

"Leman Russ is a cunning wolf, a wise psychic master—don't be fooled by his appearance!"

This voice of knowledge echoed in Zhou Yun's ears—it was clearly written by Magnus after the Burning of Prospero.

The defense mechanisms within Magnus's Book released these fragments of knowledge about Russ, animating them to intercept Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun's lips twitched involuntarily—he never expected Magnus would choose Leman Russ to guard his own warp essence?

Was it because Russ left such a deep psychological shadow that Magnus subconsciously believed Russ was strong enough to protect his essence?

But Budebushuo, even this animated version of Leman Russ carried an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Zhou Yun sharply whipped his red cloak; silver lightning was violently repelled. He raised his head to gaze at the blinding, titan-like figure radiating like lightning.

Leman Russ's physical form seemed to have shattered; the immense power sealed within his body erupted, transforming him into a savage, primal storm.

Black rain poured down, the night deepened, searing lightning slashed through thick, heavy clouds; the two wolves beside Russ lunged at Zhou Yun.

But the fringes of time around him abruptly slowed; each falling raindrop became a slow-motion descent, and the two wolves animated from knowledge also moved in sluggish motion.

Zhou Yun pressed the Chrono of Frenzy, slowing time around him sixty thousandfold.

Yet Leman Russ, now the savage storm, showed no sign of stopping—time slowdown had no effect on him.

Though he did not know how much power this Russ within the book possessed compared to the original, Zhou Yun had no intention of wasting time with him.

One hand gripped the mechanized device, the other pulled out a petri dish containing a bacterium he had cultivated—its original purpose was unclear.

Mechanized Device—Stellar Adalia—

Blazing stellar light exploded within the book's world; Zhou Yun seized the moment to pull out the Locator Staff from his pocket and turned to run.

A deep, resonant chant echoed through the Tizca Pyramid; a powerful psychic surge swept through the chamber, sending countless precious scrolls flying.

Saint Guilliman's white figure was violently thrown backward, arcing through the air before crashing heavily against the wall.

Blood smeared the Archangel's face; his golden hair hung down, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, his white wings tinged with metallic blue drooping behind him.

"You." Magnus's furious roar rang out as he staggered forward, his wounded body twisting as he approached Saint Guilliman.

He reached out, yanked the Crimson Blade from his neck, and hurled it to the ground.

The grotesque wounds began healing rapidly under his potent psychic power, returning to their original state within a few breaths.

Yet Magnus remained shaken.

The Lord of Change's power had expanded the wound on Saint Guilliman's body; the ancient force left by Horus a millennium ago ravaged him, leaving him extremely weak.

Yet he had nearly killed me—so close that Magnus would have been banished back to the Warp by Saint Guilliman.

Even in such weakness, he nearly killed me.

"So Lujia was telling the truth."

Saint Guilliman spoke in a nearly calm tone:

"Your body has always been merely an external manifestation of your own psychic power, like our Father."

"Your crimson form contains no true organs—if it did, that sword thrust should have ended you."

Saint Guilliman drove the Crimson Blade into Magnus's neck—the exact same spot where Fawkes had wounded Guilliman.

Even an Primarch struck there would lose all resistance—but Magnus did not.

Magnus stared at Saint Guilliman's expressionless face, still hesitant to approach.

Saint Guilliman's ferocious display had instilled fear in Magnus—he feared Guilliman still held some hidden strength, waiting to strike back in a final deathblow.

"I have a spell—I originally planned to save it for Russ."

A vile thought rose in Magnus's mind.

He possessed an extremely vile spell, saturated with the profane power of the Lord of Change—a spell capable of disassembling both material and warp entities into pure knowledge, sealing them within Magnus's Book.

He had intended to use it to profane and enslave Russ, turning that wolf into his servant.

But now, using it on Saint Guilliman would do just as well.

Magnus shifted his throat slightly, opened his mouth to chant the profane incantation—

"Eh, ah, na?"

"Aba? Aba aba?"

From Magnus's mouth spilled a few absurd, meaningless syllables.

He blinked in confusion—suddenly, the knowledge of that spell had vanished from his mind.

(End of Chapter)