Chapter 348: Can you really be smarter than a Primarch and a god?

Gabriel Seth, Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, a successor chapter of the Blood Angels, gazed at this hazy world condensed from pure light.

Those rays, which did not radiate a single bit of heat, were woven together to form this cylindrical world.

Through the flaxen walls composed of light, Seth felt as if he could see beyond the Webway, where those profane existences in the Warp were staring at them with malicious gazes.

This made Seth feel slightly uncomfortable; the Webway, a world that belonged neither to the material universe nor entirely to the Warp, made him feel a bit uneasy.

"The Webway near Macragge is too narrow. When the War in Heaven occurred, this was a dead, silent realm. Only the cold Necrons built structures here that could isolate the Warp, so the Old Ones only built some narrow and simple Webway paths here."

A slender, tall warrior clad in scarlet armor stood by Seth's side, whispering to him.

That was Jainas, a red-armored warrior of the Aeldari Ynnari and one of the leaders of the Ynnari alongside Yvraine. He was accompanying Seth on this mission.

Seth wished more than anything that he were wearing his helmet instead of an Iron Halo, so he could hide his twitching face and the fangs he couldn't help but extend.

He had received orders some time ago and was brought to Macragge by Zhou Yun via the Anywhere Door, along with two companies of Flesh Tearers.

But after arriving at Macragge, Seth felt that his soul, his spirit, and his body had all been assaulted.

What the hell is wrong with this galaxy? The Aeldari actually think they are abhumans? Have their brains been parasitized by Ork spores?

Or was Seth himself pulled into some parallel world while passing through the Anywhere Door? Is this galaxy still the original galaxy?

What made Seth even more miserable was that Sanguinius actually supported the claim that the Aeldari were human abhumans.

As a high-ranking officer of the Blood Angels after they began rebuilding their legion structure, Seth also learned from Dante that Sanguinius maintained a certain degree of friendship with the Silent King of the Necrons.

Seth felt that his father liked xenos a bit too much. He feared that one day an Ork Warboss would pop up and claim to be friends with the Archangel, or that the Orks would declare themselves human abhumans too.

Gabriel Seth couldn't help but rub his lips with his extended fangs. If the Black Rage hadn't been suppressed after the Archangel's return, he felt he might have been driven mad by these heaven-defying events.

"... There are some areas deep in the Webway that are very large, enough to fit an entire planet or even an entire star system." Jainas continued to speak to himself.

"... Oh."

Gabriel Seth nodded slightly, his right hand gripping the relic chainsword, Blood-Taker, slightly tighter.

Damn bean-sprout thing, stop chatting casually. If it weren't for the fact that you're an abhuman now, I would have chain-sawed you already.

Seth thought gloomily.

Although he didn't understand xenos studies, since Sanguinius said he was an abhuman, then he was an abhuman, and abhumans couldn't be hacked.

"... The instructions given by the Lord of Death are very strange. Why deploy like this?" Jainas said, looking around.

Hearing this, Seth raised his head slightly to look at Jainas, his eyes suddenly showing some agreement.

It was indeed very strange. Seth knew the goal of this operation:

Guard the Webway and ensure the safe passage of Sanguinius, Guilliman, and Zhou Yun's party to Terra.

They were guarding the first relay point. Zhou Yun and the others would enter this location from the material universe using the Anywhere Door, and then use the Anywhere Door several more times within the Webway to reach Terra.

What Seth didn't understand was that Zhou Yun's orders required them to split into seven units to guard seven locations in the Webway respectively.

If the opponent weren't the Thousand Sons, Seth might have thought that this strategy of setting up a maze would have some effect.

But for Thousand Sons sorcerers with powerful divination abilities, and for the powerful precognitive abilities of the Tzeentchian champion Ahriman and the Daemon Primarch Magnus, such a maze would be hard to make effective and would only wastefully divide the Empire's forces.

Seth couldn't understand it. He was outspoken and directly raised this confusion to Sanguinius and Zhou Yun.

But both Zhou Yun and Sanguinius directly stated that this was the most perfect plan.

When Seth asked for the reason, the two just shrugged, indicating they didn't know.

They even said things like there were too many possibilities, and if they tried them one by one, Guilliman would be heartbroken.

"The Primordial Power must have his reasons for doing this!"

The sound of metal crawling rang out. Archmagos Belisarius Dora Cawl stood between the two and said in a low mechanical voice.

Gabriel Seth couldn't help but look at the massive object beside him. Honestly, as long as he remembered that Belisarius Dora Cawl, this metal giant, was also human, Seth felt that the Aeldari being human seemed easier to understand.

This Archmagos seemed to have been granted the surname Dora by that Saint Doraemon Zhou Yun because of some achievements. Now his surname was Dora Cawl.

He was now one of the three commanders of the team Seth was in—three commanders commanding a team of two hundred and twenty-two people.

Such a combination was the same in the other six teams.

Seth really couldn't understand why such an abstract lineup was necessary, nor why Sanguinius and Zhou Yun were unwilling to explain the reason.

"Why is our operation easily predicted by the Thousand Sons? It's because too many people know about the operation, and not everyone has the ability to resist the Thousand Sons' divination."

Cawl seemed to see through Seth's thoughts, so he said in a low voice:

"If information is limited to the two Primarchs and the Primordial Power, then the possibility of being peeped at by the Thousand Sons' divination ability is very small."

"You have proposed opinions to the Primarchs and the Primordial Power, which is good."

"But you also have to think, can you be wiser than the Primarchs and Doraemon?"

Seth was speechless. For a moment, he actually felt a sense of shame.

!

That's right, could he be wiser than the Primarchs and Doraemon?

Just at this moment, a red-and-pink wooden door appeared on the spot.

"Why are they doing this? What is the reason for them doing this?"

In an area of the Webway called the Psychedelic Hell, Ahriman floated beside nine stars that had been dragged into the Webway, pondering.

The seven crystals in front of him reflected the seven teams of the Empire.

In each of these seven teams, a red-and-pink wooden door appeared.

But Ahriman easily discovered the wooden door that Zhou Yun, Sanguinius, and Guilliman would walk out of through his predictions of the future and observations of fate.

But Ahriman hesitated.

His original plan was to use 9,999 mutant sorcerers as a sacrifice to Tzeentch, using the nine stars as a source to cast a large-scale transfer spell, transferring everything in the Webway near Macragge into the Psychedelic Hell.

The Psychedelic Hell was a Webway area occupied by Ahriman. The terrain here was rugged and complex, filled with a large number of dangerous existences that had accumulated over millions of years. Furthermore, there were strange runes inscribed on the nearby walls by Ahriman's Prodigal Warband, which had eroded the Webway veil nearby to be extremely thin.

Ahriman intended to let the two Primarchs and that Lord of Death fall into this killing field he had prepared, trap and kill them here, or even directly destroy the Webway veil and throw them into the domain of the Changer of Ways through a Warp storm.

But Ahriman felt confused.

Why would the two Primarchs and that Lord of Death do such a meaningless thing? Did they think that by splitting into seven teams and seven doors, he, Ahriman, wouldn't be able to find the real target?

But... but those are Primarchs and gods.

The most perfect Primarch, Sanguinius.

That mysterious existence who is a dual Lord of Death of humans and Aeldari, and is currently occupying a triple Warp realm.

And Roboute Guilliman. Ahriman had experienced the Great Crusade; he knew how ambitious and deep Roboute Guilliman was.

How could they come up with such a clumsy plan?

No! It's a trap! It's definitely a trap!

"My lord, could it be that they are really just being stupid?" Astroth, one of the members of the Prodigal Warband, Ahriman's disciple, and one of the nine great sorcerers assisting in this transfer spell ritual, asked.

"Shut up! Those are Primarchs and gods!"

Ahriman said in a low voice:

"Do you think you are smarter than Primarchs and gods?"

"We must change the plan immediately!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 349 =====