Chapter 341: Ma Genusi: Mortarion is an amateur!

Hera Fortress, the Peak of Macragge, the end of the mountains, the place on this planet closest to the sky.

Sanguinius's wings sway gently in the warm mountain breeze, pure white flickering with points of metallic blue, as if a white canvas had been stained with color.

He raises his head, his eyes beneath his golden hair gazing at the void ship engines continuously flickering in the firmament.

It is now difficult to distinguish day from night on Macragge. Fleets from all over Ultramar gather outside the firmament of this planet, waiting to set off for Terra, the hometown of humanity.

The radiance of their engines is so scorching, like hundreds or thousands of stars releasing light, even causing the climate of Macragge to change, and the temperature to rise accordingly.

If this continues, the entire ecosystem of Macragge will likely suffer damage.

Just at this moment, in Sanguinius's eyes, another scorching sun extinguishes in the firmament.

He knows that is Zhou Yun stuffing a void ship into his four-dimensional pocket.

This is likely the safest and fastest way of Warp travel currently mastered by humanity.

The fleet enters Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket with infinite capacity, and Zhou Yun enters the Webway through an Anywhere Door, heading to Terra after multiple transfers in the Webway.

In this process, there is only one possibility for the fleet to have an accident:

that is, Zhou Yun couldn't hold it in and sold them all.

Of course, there is another possibility: Zhou Yun's material body itself is destroyed.

But if it really reached that point, the fleet would be a minor problem.

Once the material body is destroyed, Zhou Yun completely becomes some kind of Warp existence. At that point, whether he can maintain his intelligence as a human is an unknown.

The Saint Doraemon cult that Sanguinius urged Zhou Yun to establish exists as an insurance policy in case his material body is destroyed, hoping that the faith and emotions of the Saint Doraemon cult can restrain Zhou Yun at that time, allowing Zhou Yun to maintain basic self-awareness.

But Zhou Yun's essence is too massive, and the number of people in the Saint Doraemon cult is too small now; it likely cannot be maintained for too long.

If it really reached that point, Sanguinius could only try to use his own body to contain Zhou Yun's existence and consciousness, letting his own body become Zhou Yun's new material body, preserving his intelligence as a human.

"Perhaps I should hire a group of people to tour and tell Zhou Yun's hell jokes; that might have a good effect."

Strong emotions, cognition, and will can influence the Warp. Zhou Yun's hell jokes, which have a strong impact on the Imperial populace, can indeed have some effect.

It's just that things in the Warp should be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious.

For example, that guy Mortarion's numerology seems to have really started to take effect...

Thinking of this, Sanguinius feels a headache.

Guilliman might feel that he has always been fighting on the battlefield, not as labor-intensive and heart-straining as handling government affairs himself,

but Sanguinius has actually always been distracted, paying attention to the waves in the Warp.

On one hand, it is to protect the fleet of Ultramar, ensuring they will not get lost in the Warp.

On the other hand, it is to guard against the Chaos Four Gods, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and even Zhou Yun's essence, which is still in a state of confusion.

During this period, Sanguinius slightly attempted to explore Zhou Yun's Warp essence, learning that this essence was born in the future.

There is no concept of time in the Warp, just as Sanguinius's essence was born at the moment of his own death.

Zhou Yun's essence was also born in a more distant future.

"But what exactly did he do to cultivate such a massive essence for himself?"

Sanguinius rubs his temples and whispers.

He is equivalent to Zhou Yun's Daemon Prince, and thus can explore his existence in a way that relatively does not trigger the defensive instinct of Zhou Yun's Warp essence.

Sanguinius even saw in Zhou Yun's essence that Zhou Yun killed Guilliman, and also killed Horus and himself on the *Vengeful Spirit*.

Sanguinius is emotionally stable about this; besides being curious about why these things happened, he has no other thoughts.

After all, it's not like everyone hasn't died before. If doing so is beneficial to humanity and even the entire galaxy, he doesn't mind dying again. He believes Guilliman would also be willing, and if Horus's brain were normal, he should also be willing.

It's just that the things Sanguinius saw after this were fragmented.

He vaguely saw the birth of the Dark King, and seemed to see the angry roars of the Four Gods.

There are indeed no eternal friends in the Warp. Whether it is Slaanesh or Nurgle, they will likely still be Zhou Yun's enemies in the end.

"But where is the 22nd century? Why is there no existence of the 22nd century in your Warp essence?"

Sanguinius frowns and whispers to himself.

The scorching suns above the sky extinguish a few more. Sanguinius shakes his head slightly, temporarily casting aside these chaotic thoughts.

Compared to Zhou Yun, what is more worthy of attention now is Terra, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and his own restless brother.

"Tigurius."

"Mephiston."

"You two come to cooperate with me."

Sanguinius says to the two Chief Librarians beside him.

They come from the Blood Angels and the Ultramarines respectively. Nine and thirteen added together is obviously twenty-two.

And around Sanguinius and the two Chief Librarians, there is an array composed of twenty-two Librarians from the two Legions.

Sanguinius slightly raises the pocket watch in his hand, watching the hands point silently to 22:22:22 when it is Terra time.

Although inexplicable, Sanguinius clearly feels that his psyker potential has become high, his connection with the Empyrean has deepened, and the success rate of the things he is doing in the dark has also increased.

The corners of his mouth twitch imperceptibly.

This is definitely the great power of numerology!

Zhou Yun tricked Nurgle into believing in Mortarion's numerology, which in turn made the daemons in Nurgle's Garden start to believe in numerology.

Will is everything in the Warp. One-quarter of Chaos has started to believe in this pure feudal superstition, and numerology naturally started to have an effect.

And as more and more people realize that numerology is really effective and start to believe in the efficacy of numerology, the effect of numerology continues to strengthen. In this cycle, numerology might really reach the effect Mortarion imagined.

Zhou Yun's two or three sentences had a greater impact on the Warp than anything Sanguinius had brought in the past ten thousand years.

Sanguinius breathes lightly twenty-two times, and then misty light spots appear in his eyes. Scenes of the future are reflected in his eye sockets.

At the same time, the two Chief Librarians beside him and the twenty-two Librarians start to chant ancient Baal spells in low voices. Scorching flames burn on Sanguinius's body.

He will predict Ma Genusi's actions, relying on the powerful psyker power and precognitive ability he inherited from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

But at the same time, Ma Genusi himself is also one of the most excellent diviners and psykers in the entire galaxy.

He will inevitably also predict Sanguinius's actions. The two predict each other's future, and in the end, it will inevitably evolve into a confrontation on the level of the Empyrean.

"You used wax to glue knowledge into wings, proudly flying into the sky, shouting to your brothers: 'Look! How wise I am!'" "But you flew too fast, so you couldn't hear your father's warning, but you flew too high, so the sun melted your wings in the blink of an eye."

"Thus, you landed with a bang, had your spine bitten off by the head wolf, and had your soul devoured by the laughing eagle."

The golden flames on Sanguinius's body burn fiercely. In an instant, he seems to have turned into a pure Warp thing composed of psyker energy:

"Scarlet King, let me see if you are still as clumsy as you were ten thousand years ago."

A sharp pyramid stands in the torrent of the Empyrean. This flagship belonging to the Thousand Sons Primarch Ma Genusi was built in imitation of the glorious pyramid in Tizca, the capital of Prospero ten thousand years ago.

In order to build this pyramid-shaped void ship, Ma Genusi consumed at least an entire daemon world. Those minerals soaked in the evil power of the Empyrean turned into silver and gold, piled into a pyramid, just like a twisted, hypocritical reflection of the glorious pyramid that was Ma Genusi's residence on the Thousand Sons' home planet in the past.

Ahriman walks on the ground made of silver and gold interwoven in this twisted pyramid, passing through the translucent scarabs that occasionally slide across the ground, approaching the bedroom and library at the highest point of the pyramid.

Books written with strange characters fly and circle in the void, passing through layers of Prosperine wind silk, and landing beside the scarlet giant in the center of the room.

Constantly flickering and changing runes circle around him. The knowledge in those opened books burns fiercely, injecting into the *Book of Ma Genusi* in Ma Genusi's hand.

Click, click, click————

The *Book of Ma Genusi*, a classic compiled by Ma Genusi himself during the Great Crusade, collecting countless knowledge from planets across the galaxy.

Ahriman often suspects that the knowledge in the *Book of Ma Genusi* has already surpassed Ma Genusi himself.

He remembers that as early as the end of the Great Crusade, Ma Genusi discovered several times that content appeared in the *Book of Ma Genusi* that he himself did not remember writing, as if he had forgotten the knowledge recorded in it, or as if the knowledge in it was silently multiplying.

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Click, click, click——————

Or perhaps Ahriman remembers that Lorgar, Primarch of the Word Bearers Legion, once said that Ma Genusi's external form is merely a byproduct of his psyker power; this form is not his essence.

The *Book of Ma Genusi* records all the knowledge, records, Ma Genusi's thinking, consciousness, emotions, and cognition of the material and Warp levels that Ma Genusi knows or has forgotten. Since the other knowledge in this book has been activated, and even a small world has been born inside, what about the knowledge about Ma Genusi himself? Will those knowledge also be activated?

Ahriman ponders which is closer to his essence: the Ma Genusi before him or the Ma Genusi described by the *Book of Ma Genusi*.

No, perhaps neither is; Ma Genusi's essence might have long been devoured by the Lord of Change.

Click, click, click, click————————

Ahriman frowns. He vaguely seems to hear some strange bird cries mixed in his thinking.

"Have you completed the ritual I taught you? Ahriman." The Scarlet King's voice interrupts Ahriman's thinking, and flying translucent scarabs are spat out from his mouth.

"You ask knowing the answer." Ahriman says with a hoarse voice.

He followed Ma Genusi's instructions and planned that massive ritual as a trap to capture the human Death God and attack the two Primarchs.

Ma Genusi had no need to ask him if the ritual was completed. The Scarlet King is one of the most excellent diviners beneath the gods; his single eye is always gazing at the torrent of destiny.

He observes everything, he learns everything, he absorbs everything.

But Ma Genusi's talent in prophecy is ultimately only one of the most excellent.

Ahriman knows that when the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang forged Ma Genusi, he inherited his excellent psyker talent to him, but his prophetic talent was inherited more by Ma Genusi's other two brothers:

Bat and Dove, Despair and Hope, Night Haunter and Archangel.

"Can our actions really hide from Sanguinius's eyes?"

Ahriman says bluntly:

"That Archangel is the one who truly inherited the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's prophetic talent."

"Ahriman, does the talent you speak of refer to letting himself die in vain, being knocked into pieces of meat by Horus's claws, and adding trouble to Dorn, who is responsible for corpse recovery?" Ma Genusi's voice suddenly becomes sharp.

"He cannot see it; he cannot possibly see it. Tzeentch's sorcery is protecting our destiny, and the prophetic talent he inherited from our father cannot see through the curtain woven by the Lord of Change."

Ma Genusi paces at the top of the pyramid, holding the *Book of Ma Genusi*. His words continuously turn into translucent scarabs flying everywhere:

"He only knows how to crudely use his innate talent, but has never truly known the mysteries of the Empyrean, has never learned the mysteries of using sorcery, spells, and rituals from knowledge."

"He was born with wings, but doesn't know how to truly utilize them... Among my brothers, only I have learned how to utilize my talent, using knowledge rather than instinct or the stupid feudal superstition of Mortarion."

Having said this, Ma Genusi laughs lightly.

Ahriman also laughs a few times, and then

"Ma Genusi." A clear voice rings out from the torrent of the Empyrean.

Ma Genusi and Ahriman's laughter stops abruptly.

Scorching flames, gold mixed with blue, burn fiercely in the Empyrean, turning into a pair of scorching angel wings.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 342 =====

Ma Genusi nodded in agreement and said: "Numerology is pure feudal superstition."

The two laughed out loud, and then

"Ma Genusi." A clear voice rang out from the torrent of the Empyrean.

The laughter of Ma Genusi and Ahriman stopped abruptly.

A scorching fire, gold mixed with blue, burned fiercely in the Empyrean, transforming into a pair of blazing angel wings.

(End of chapter)