Chapter 373: Wizard Planet? Steroid Planet!

"Gua! Coach, I want to take the Nine-Bird Acupuncture!"

"Rotate! Muscle————"

Bang!!!

A deafening explosion sounded on the lunar surface, and Ma Genusi's daemon blood burst like raindrops in all directions.

Sanguinius was quick-eyed and fast-handed, quickly mobilizing his own psychic power to support a barrier, firmly trapping the endless blood rain in a semicircle with a diameter of five or six meters.

Blood, bits of flesh, and bone fragments constantly struck the psychic barrier Sanguinius had erected, the pitter-patter sound never ceasing.

Zhou Yun and Guilliman exchanged a look, both eyes carrying some blankness.

What happened?

Just a moment ago, Ma Genusi was still roaring about muscle power, trying to fight his two Primarch brothers for another three hundred rounds.

Then, he exploded...

His muscles expanded to the limit, turned red and hot, and then the muscles snapped, blood surged, and his whole person turned into a blood-colored explosion that swept through.

Listening to the pitter-patter sounds in the psychic barrier he supported gradually disappearing, Sanguinius casually lifted the barrier, exposing the scene within to everyone's eyes.

"The last time I saw something this shattered, it was on the wild rabbit Leina practiced the Voice of Seduction on."

Zhou Yun looked at the scarlet minced meat all over the ground and couldn't help but sigh.

Ma Genusi's flesh and blood, completely composed of psychic power, sprinkled all over the ground, presenting a perfect blood-colored circle.

Those muscle fibers constantly squirmed and twitched within it, bit by bit decomposing into pure ether and dissipating in the Warp.

But the Warp evil energy overflowing from Ma Genusi's shattered body still affected reality, and clusters of twisted and grotesque mushrooms constantly grew from the ground.

If one looked closely, one could find that those mushrooms seemed to have clusters of muscle fibers growing on them, looking a bit disgusting.

"It's the Changer of Ways."

Sanguinius, while casually summoning groups of scorching golden psychic flames to burn those grotesque mushrooms, turned his head and said:

"The Warp is a mess now. It's not just the Emperor and the other three gods, even some smaller existences have started to fish in troubled waters, trying to bite a piece off the Changer of Ways."

"He was clearly a bit anxious. In order to recover the power he invested in reality as soon as possible, and also to prevent

"To think of injecting an excessive amount of blessings into Ma Genusi's body, directly blowing Ma Genusi up."

Looking at the bits of flesh scattered across the ground, bathed in psychic flames, Sanguinius could not help but shake his head.

Hearing what Sanguinius said, Zhou Yun was slightly stunned for a moment, then could not help but glance at the fragments of Ma Genusi on the ground.

So, Ma Genusi was beaten to death by the coach using steroids?

". It's because he didn't take sunflower liver-protecting pills." He nodded and said with a serious expression.

Sortiarius, the Thousand Sons Legion's homeworld after the Burning of Prospero, and also the Daemon World Ma Genusi occupied within the Warp.

Usually, this planet is extremely quiet.

After all, the vast majority of warriors in the Thousand Sons Legion turned into ash due to Ahriman's error, becoming mindless puppets.

But today, Sortiarius had a rare bit of noise.

"I'll screw your mother, Ahriman, I'll kick your helmet off with one foot!"

"Give me back my brothers! Give me back my Legion!!"

"Calm down! Calm down! Let's see the Primarch first!"

"Don't you dare harm Lord Ahriman!"

"Master Ahriman!! Why! Why!"

Twenty or thirty Thousand Sons who still possessed their will were arguing into a chaotic mess on Sortiarius.

Most of those Thousand Sons were resurrected by Zhou Yun; after hearing about what had happened over these ten thousand years, they strongly demanded to see Ma Genusi.

Ahriman could not refuse the request of these brothers; braving Ma Genusi's decree of exile, he brought the Prodigal Warband and those resurrected Thousand Sons back to Sortiarius.

Upon seeing the swaths of mindless Rubric Marines on Sortiarius, those resurrected Thousand Sons had to believe what Ahriman had said: the entire Legion had become mindless puppets because of his error; he had destroyed the entire Thousand Sons.

The damage this caused to the entire Thousand Sons Legion was even greater than that caused by Leman Russ and his wolves.

Some people broke down, some were dejected.

More were angry; they angrily questioned Ahriman and even moved to attack him directly.

Those nine great sorcerers following Ahriman desperately blocked the resurrected ones, but Ahriman just waved his hand to signal the nine great sorcerers not to interfere.

He just stood there without a word, hanging his head and letting bolter rounds, spells, and fists land on his body.

Although silent, Ahriman was already sweating profusely.

The brothers' anger was one reason.

The other reason was Ma Genusi.

He had just backstabbed Ma Genusi in the battle.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't refuse the requests of those resurrected brothers, Ahriman would have loved to get as far away from Sortiarius as possible.

Then there was Ma Genusi's state. The current Ma Genusi was completely different from ten thousand years ago.

That Ma Genusi who once loved his sons, who was kind and wise, had long since disappeared, leaving only a cold, vicious Sorcerer King who unconditionally carried out Tzeentch's will.

Ma Genusi had actually wanted to kill Ahriman more than once.

Ahriman pondered for a moment and felt that after Ma Genusi returned to Sortiarius, he should just take the initiative to confess his guilt to Ma Genusi.

That way, he might still be able to find a way to survive. If that really didn't work, he would just take the Prodigal Warband and force his way out again.

Just at this moment, scarlet psychic fluctuations surged violently.

Twisted wings, a robust body, and a deep, single eye appeared bit by bit on Sortiarius.

Ma Genusi had returned to his Daemon World.

Only his gaze looked somewhat dazed.

"Father!" Ahriman knelt on one knee before Ma Genusi without hesitation: "It was my error that caused the failure of your plan."

"Ah————"

Ma Genusi's voice was drawn out, his tone seemingly carrying some confusion.

"The plan's failure is not your fault."

Hearing Ma Genusi's words, a huge weight lifted from Ahriman's heart, but.

". However, it seems unlikely that the plan's failure is not your fault."

"Hmm?" Ahriman's heart tightened, and he raised his head as if he had sensed something strange.

"But you don't need to worry; although I will blame you, I will not blame you."

"After all, although the mistake you made is very serious, if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem very serious."

Ma Genusi spoke incoherent words, making Ahriman increasingly dazed and bewildered.

Ahriman seemed to vaguely sense something.

"Father?" He asked tentatively.

". Who are you again?" Ma Genusi stared at Ahriman, saying as if he were trying hard to think.

Ahriman was instantly stunned; he cautiously peered into Ma Genusi's fate, wanting to see what exactly had happened.

And then.

What is muscle power? What is the Nine-Bird Needle Technique? What is the God of Muscle? What are steroids?

What the hell are Tzeentch and Doraemon doing?!

My father has become a fool!

The look Ahriman cast at Ma Genusi became complicated in an instant.

He really couldn't say which was better: this silly father now or the cold Sorcerer King from before.

Watching Ma Genusi, whose gaze was wandering everywhere, not knowing what he was looking for, Ahriman spoke up with trepidation: "Father, you."

". Are you my child?"

Ma Genusi turned his head to look at Ahriman and asked:

"Don't panic; although I can't remember what you did, and I can't remember who you are, I will not blame you."

"Ah?" Ahriman opened his mouth in a daze, then blurted out: "Why?"

This question from Ahriman made Ma Genusi pause for a moment.

But a moment later, Ma Genusi smiled.

"I have indeed forgotten many things and cannot remember much knowledge."

"But a father loves his children and tolerates their mistakes; isn't that how it should be?"

"If I had made a mistake myself, I would surely long for a father's tolerance."

Ahriman stood frozen in place, unable to say a word.

But his extraordinary intelligence quickly allowed him to make a judgment.

This father now is better than the father before!

Watching Ma Genusi constantly looking for something, Ahriman quickly stepped forward.

"Father, what are you looking for? Do you need my help?" He said sincerely, hoping to leave a good impression in the heart of the current Ma Genusi.

"The gym." Ma Genusi said with a deep frown: "How strange, isn't this the planet the God of Muscle gifted me?"

"Then this is the Steroid Planet! How can there be no gym on the Steroid Planet?"

"Ah?" Ahriman tilted his head, his brain falling into bewilderment for the ninth time today.

In the end, Ma Genusi successfully found the gym on Sortiarius—oh no, it's the Steroid Planet now.

He excitedly dragged Ahriman and all the Thousand Sons into the gym.

Jamshid, one of Ahriman's former students and one of the Thousand Sons resurrected by Zhou Yun, looked around in a daze.

Those mindless Rubric Marines were warming up under Ma Genusi's leadership.

This abstract scene made even those originally angry resurrected Thousand Sons unable to be angry anymore.

They only felt dazed.

"How did it become like this? Master Ahriman."

Jamshid murmured.

"Father possesses powerful psychic potential; he believes that the Wizard Steroid Planet should have a gym, so naturally, there will be a gym."

Ahriman, having finished his warm-up, patted Jamshid on the shoulder and said.

". No, Master, that's not what I'm asking." Jamshid said, slightly opening his mouth.

"Don't think so much! Since Father is happy, then let's train!"

"And I have an idea. Hey, forget it, let's not talk about this for now."

"Do you want to come train legs with me?"

"When I was on Prospero, I read a sentence: If you don't train legs when you work out, you'll regret it sooner or later."

Saying this, Ahriman dragged Jamshid along to start doing jump squats.

(End of chapter)