Chapter 355: Ahriman and Kairos: Grass!

"J-J-Jamsheed..."

Ahriman looked at this scene with his tongue tied, looking at the Thousand Sons warrior caught in the hand of the Fat Tiger Daemon.

He recognized that warrior. Even after ten thousand years, Ahriman still recognized the warrior, even though that warrior was not important in the Thousand Sons Legion.

That Thousand Sons warrior was a student Ahriman taught when he was a Temple Lecturer of the Corvidae Cult ten thousand years ago. His talent was not outstanding, his brain was not very fast, but he was obedient and hardworking.

"Ahriman mentor, what should I do?!"

"Was I captured by the enemy?! You must not hesitate because of me!"

"This is... Ultramarines and Blood Angels? Is the Emperor still hunting us?!"

There was despair in the warrior's voice. He tilted his head and cast a pleading gaze at Ahriman through his power armor.

This was not pleading for Ahriman to save him, but pleading for Ahriman to guide him on what to do.

Ahriman felt dizzy. He raised the staff in his hand slightly, wanting to point at the Lord of Death who resurrected the Rubric Marine, but he couldn't raise it no matter what.

"Surrender, Ahriman, I can help you save your mistakes."

Zhou Yun raised the arc of his mouth slightly, looking at Ahriman who was trembling with interest.

The champions of the four gods can probably be divided into two levels.

The secondary ones are Typhus and Lucius. They are average in strength, but they are shameless.

The higher level ones are Khârn and Ahriman. They are both extremely strong, but the disadvantage is that they both have flaws in their psychology.

Khârn is the death of Angron and his hatred for Erebus.

Ahriman sent away his entire legion with one Rubric, making himself the head-hunter of the 30th millennium of humanity.

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes and observed Ahriman.

Ahriman gasped twice. He trembled his hands, and sadness, excitement, and suspicion rose in his heart at the same time.

He almost realized instantly that if he could really resurrect his brothers, surrendering to this one seemed not unacceptable.

Ahriman and Magnus and Abaddon were not of one mind. He had no interest in persecuting the human Empire.

As long as he could resurrect his former brothers, let all the Thousand Sons walk on the streets of Prospero like in the past, freely, openly, and politely exchanging knowledge with each other, and jointly studying the ancient wisdom scattered in the classics, he would do anything.

Although Ahriman longed to grow grapes on a land similar to Prospero after that day came, but... but if he could let other brothers resurrect, then offering his loyalty was completely worth it.

"After you surrender to me, I can let you go to Baal to grow grapes and make wine." Zhou Yun seemed to see through Ahriman's thoughts and said to Ahriman with a smile.

Of course, it was impossible to let Ahriman slack off. If Ahriman really surrendered, Zhou Yun would indeed let him go to Baal, but it would be to follow Dante and work overtime hard. The dark side of the Empire really needed manpower.

Letting you grow grapes and make wine doesn't mean not letting you work overtime.

However, Zhou Yun didn't hold much hope. After all, Ahriman's thinking was not completely in his own hands...

Hearing that he could actually go to Baal to grow grapes and make wine after joining, Ahriman was even more moved for a moment.

He came here just to resurrect the Rubric, capture this Lord of Death and squeeze his power to resurrect, and surrender to him and ask him to resurrect the Rubric.

It seems that the latter has a higher success rate and lower risk, right?

Although this Lord of Death's personality is a bit beastly and a bit vicious...

Cackle cackle cackle cackle——————

Just when Ahriman was about to say the words of offering loyalty to Zhou Yun, a sharp bird call that was almost imperceptible swept past Ahriman's ears——————

The little doubt that originally existed in his heart was suddenly magnified, like a crack being torn open, constantly expanding. Suspicion, distrust, and mistrust surged from that crack, allowing Ahriman's will to be quietly twisted.

He remembered that Yvraine had also used the same words to deceive him last time, and Yvraine was the champion of this Lord of Death.

With this memory as the center, suspicion quickly expanded to the point of overwhelming rationality.

"My lord! No! How can the words of a god be believed?"

"That's right! My lord! Have you forgotten how we were played by the gods last time?"

"Taking advantage of the fact that he is currently restrained in this fragile material body, catch him, we can study how to extract his power."

The eight great sorcerers also almost simultaneously issued admonitions to Ahriman. Their voices also seemed to be mixed with some bird calls.

Ahriman's expression was slightly trance-like.

"I refuse." Ahriman said to Zhou Yun with a hoarse voice: "I prefer to extract your power for my own use."

But to Ahriman's surprise, Zhou Yun's gaze toward Ahriman didn't carry any anger at being rejected, but instead carried deep pity.

He seemed to be looking at a puppet dancing with the shadow.

"Is this what you think yourself, or did Tzeentch let you think so?" Zhou Yun asked softly.

"Do you think I am the same as those idiots—Abaddon, Fabius, those idiots? Can't see how degenerate they are, can't see the chaos of Chaos spreading under their feet, and they have become puppets of the gods?"

Ahriman gritted his teeth and retorted sharply:

"I have never submitted to the trick of the Changer of Ways, I have never become His puppet, I am not His pawn, I have not submitted to His will!"

"Very good." Zhou Yun nodded lightly. The look in his eyes toward Ahriman was even more pitiful.

Tzeentch did indeed let Ahriman act, but this didn't mean that Ahriman had really gotten rid of Tzeentch's influence. His will, his freedom, and his actions were always under Tzeentch's control. If he wanted Ahriman to surrender to Zhou Yun, he had to first isolate Tzeentch's influence on him.

However, on the current battlefield, there might not be that opportunity.

"That is really regrettable."

Zhou Yun sighed and said.

The Fat Tiger Daemon standing beside him casually threw the Thousand Sons warrior who had just been resurrected into the Warp torrent beside him.

"Go save." Zhou Yun pointed to the Warp and said.

Ahriman stagnated.

"You!!! You *Prospero swear word*! *Raised by Space Wolves*!"

Ahriman roared, and then rushed out of the psychic barrier without hesitation, regardless of everything, rushing toward the Thousand Sons warrior who was swept into the Warp torrent.

"Fire!" Zhou Yun grinned and shouted to the Astartes beside him.

He himself also aimed his Tyrant Spear directly at Ahriman.

"The most stupid child of the Master of Mankind!"

!

"The most intelligent child of the Master of Mankind!"

"I am the throat of the Changer of Ways Tzeentch, I am Fateweaver Kairos, the daemon lord who watches the future and the past at the same time!"

"I bring you the enlightenment of the Changer of Ways!" "I bring you the trick of the Changer of Ways!"

"You will submit to the great plan of the Changer of Ways!" "You will usher in the most tragic death!"

The sharp laughter of cackle cackle came from the mouth of the blue monster with two bird heads. The words spoken by its two heads were contradictory and conflicting, as if they were debating with themselves.

The Great Daemon waved his wings interlaced with blue, purple, and ninety-nine other colors, stirring the ether torrents around him, making the air around him seem to become heavy.

There were also seven Lords of Change standing behind Fateweaver Kairos, using profane and filthy mockery and lies to constantly attack Guilliman, Mephiston, and Jainas who were standing in front of them.

Tzeentch's Chief Daemon waved his Staff of Tomorrow fiercely, and a tide of twisted cyan-blue witch-fire surged toward the three like a torrent.

But Mephiston used psychic power to stimulate the power in the cells of his flesh and blood. He collided with that tide of witch-fire like a hazy afterimage. The strong, shadow-like psychic power constantly twisted and wriggled, forcibly turning into a barrier to block this profane witchcraft.

Jainas was almost simple and rude. Wearing a portable pyramid on her head, she stimulated all her psychic potential. A near-inhuman roar mixed with uncontrollable psychic power surged from her mouth. She raised her hand fiercely to stir the tides of the Warp, and clusters of Empyrean energy turned into fire meteors and smashed toward Fateweaver Kairos.

Kairos raised his staff before Jainas mobilized the Empyrean energy. In an instant, that series of fire meteors turned into fireworks and exploded in mid-air.

And one of Kairos's heads saw the future, saw that Jainas was using...

"Stand still!!!!" Jainas's roar rang out abruptly. Strong psychic fluctuations gathered in the words and shot out, shooting toward Fateweaver Kairos.

And Kairos had long been prepared to deal with the means of the Voice of Seduction. He wove a bit of profane and filthy knowledge into a spell, contained in his consciousness, which could be used as a city wall to resist Jainas's consciousness, or could be used to pollute Jainas in turn——————

"Gah!!!" Kairos's two heads felt a burst of dizziness at the same time.

Is this the Voice of Seduction?? Is this the Voice of Seduction???

For a moment, Kairos even suspected that his precognition was wrong.

The Voice of Seduction is to wrap one's own will with weaker psychic power, silently penetrate into other people's heads, and interfere with other people's actions.

He specially made defenses according to the Voice of Seduction, intending to use knowledge to fight consciousness, and seize the opportunity to backfire on Jainas.

But Jainas's attack couldn't be called the Voice of Seduction at all!

Whose Voice of Seduction is so crude and ugly, wrapping so much psychic power, how can it silently penetrate into other people's heads?!

Isn't this just simply hitting the back of the head with a psychic big stick?!

"Damn the ass of the Changer of Ways! Have you not studied psychic knowledge well!?"

"You are wasting the gift of the Empyrean like this! You are not allowed to call yourself a psyker!"

As a Great Sorcerer, Kairos really couldn't bear such a clumsy psyker. Both heads scolded angrily at the same time.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 356 =====