Chapter 342: Thanks to this numerology!

"Sanguinius?!" Ma Genusi's voice stretches suddenly, looking at the Archangel floating in the Empyrean in disbelief.

Scorching, fire-like feathers vibrate in the sea of souls, and Sanguinius's figure illuminates Ma Genusi's flagship, *Tizca's Revenge*, like a brilliant, dazzling star halo.

This giant pyramid, like a residual shadow of the former Prospero, seems like a dirty dewdrop about to dissolve in the sunlight under its radiance.

The daemons and other profane things hiding in the pyramid let out wails one after another, and the translucent scarabs spitting from Ma Genusi's mouth dissolve and vanish one after another.

Ma Genusi lets out an angry low roar, and the torrent of the Empyrean is released with the Scarlet King as the center.

The scarlet Ma Genusi almost turns into a giant composed of fire, lightning, and crystals, standing at the highest point of the pyramid, his whole body wrapped in colorful, strange runes.

"How did you find me! How did you break through the curtain of destiny composed of Tzeentch's strange mysteries?"

That brilliant form turned into by Ma Genusi and Sanguinius's projection look at each other across the torrent of the Empyrean.

In his gold and silver interwoven armor and upward-raised red hair burns the magnificent power of the sea of souls, and lightning of psyker energy that is constantly changing also bursts from his single eye.

The Empyrean allows two massive existences to vent all their power, allowing them to show their essence.

The forms of Ma Genusi and Sanguinius are just like what is said in the legends on those most remote planets.

Ahriman once witnessed a similar confrontation, on the night Prospero burned, between Ma Genusi and Leman Russ.

"Thanks to this numerology!"

The clear laughter echoes in the Empyrean. Sanguinius's voice carries no mockery or ridicule, flatly as if narrating a fact.

But Ma Genusi roars, and Ahriman also grinds his teeth; both feel humiliated.

"How dare you insult me like this! Sanguinius!"

"Ten thousand years have passed, and your mouth has become so sharp? You are just as annoying as that wolf!"

Ma Genusi roars, bellows, and the sea of curtains shakes accordingly. Countless Warp torrents turn into meteors and fall toward Sanguinius.

But the prayers of humanity over ten thousand years ring out on Sanguinius, turning into a barrier that blocks Ma Genusi's attack.

Sanguinius laughs lightly two or three times, and the radiance in the void continuously bursts out.

He did indeed rely on the power of numerology, but he did not rely solely on the power of numerology.

The Dowsing Rod flashes across his hand.

This prop from Zhou Yun is so magical; it can not only track anyone's trail in the material universe, but also have the same effect in the Warp, this metaphysical world.

It was precisely by relying on this prop that Sanguinius discovered Ma Genusi's trail, allowing his will to be projected here.

"Let me see what you want to do!"

Sanguinius whispers, his eyes swaying like golden pools, looking at those things about Ma Genusi in the torrent of destiny.

He wants to predict all of Ma Genusi's actions in the future, opening up a path to Terra for his side.

"Don't even think about it!" Ma Genusi's low roar explodes like ninety-nine thunderclaps, and the luster of destiny also starts to flicker in his single eye.

The two clash on the level of prophecy and destiny, predicting each other's future while interfering with the other's prophecy, continuously stirring the rotating timelines.

The Empyrean starts to change with the clash of the two wills, and the past and future reflect in the void.

The hot sand of Baal rolls up from nowhere, and the scene of Sanguinius being born on Baal is reflected in the Warp.

Ma Genusi extends his scarlet claws, stabbing toward the neck of the young Sanguinius across the long time.

But the hot sand passes in a flash, and then a heavy rain falls. The pyramid of Prospero appears and disappears, and flames burn fiercely across the entire planet.

Ahriman recognizes that it is the Burning of Prospero ten thousand years ago.

Sanguinius suddenly extends his leg, trying to trip Ma Genusi, who is clashing with Leman Russ.

Ma Genusi raises his staff high, and the time in the Empyrean changes suddenly.

In an instant, the two are standing on the wilderness of Prospero again, and Ma Genusi's staff and Sanguinius's spear collide for a moment.

Time, destiny, will, Warp—the two launch a short clash on all levels.

Everything shakes accordingly, and Ahriman can only try his best to resolve the aftermath of the two's collision.

As for participating in it? Ahriman cannot imagine it at all. Without making preparations, he has no chance to intervene in this level of battle. Even though he knows the two cannot even be called truly fighting now, they are merely peering at each other's past and future.

But just like this, it is enough to cause the Warp to shake.

Sanguinius's gaze again reflects the long river interwoven with the past, future, and present.

The luster of destiny also flickers in Ma Genusi's single eye. He wants to pursue, but only lets out a low roar of shame and anger.

In Sanguinius's eyes, the scene of the *Vengeful Spirit* is reflected. His will escapes into that destiny of his own death on the *Vengeful Spirit*, and Ma Genusi does not dare to follow and peer into that past, having to move his gaze away from the past.

Ma Genusi's prophecy is thus one step slower, no longer able to interfere with Sanguinius's prophecy.

Sanguinius seizes this moment of opportunity and quickly starts to predict Ma Genusi's future actions.

Twisting stars, shattered Webway, *Book of Ma Genusi*...

Sanguinius's gaze lingers slightly on the *Book of Ma Genusi*, and he shows a look of surprise:

"So the *Book of Ma Genusi* is your——————"

Before Sanguinius can continue to investigate, he hears a click, click, click bird cry.

A blue, constantly changing, ever-changing figure suddenly presses on Ma Genusi's destiny.

All the destiny before Sanguinius becomes blurry, covered by ninety-nine thousand riddles, reflections, and changes.

!

Ma Genusi's master has made a move!

The Lord of Change takes the *Book of Ma Genusi* as an anchor, covering all of Ma Genusi's future and changes.

He even uses twisted destiny as tentacles, trying to reach toward Sanguinius's existence.

Sanguinius is unhurried, his fingers moving slightly.

A red cloak suddenly flashes across his hand, and the Lord of Change's tentacles deflect uncontrollably.

Sanguinius seizes this moment of opportunity to withdraw his mind.

He slowly opens his eyes, returning to the Peak of Macragge in Hera Fortress.

"Cough, cough, cough——————"

Sanguinius lets out a nasty low roar, clutching the crack on his chest.

The short clash with Ma Genusi and the Lord of Change makes the wound left when Horus tore his body with the power of the Four Gods in the past ache.

That wound crossed time and space, directly inscribed on Sanguinius's existence, difficult to remove.

"My lord!" "Father!" Tigurius and Mephiston step forward urgently.

Sanguinius waves his hand to indicate he is fine.

"Go find Zhou Yun and Guilliman."

"I discovered something, something about Ma Genusi."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 343 =====