Thousand Sons Flagship

Magnus stood on the observation platform outside the battleship, with the cold adamantine deck under his feet and the boundless dark void above his head.

He was taller than any other Space Marine, and his fiery red skin, illuminated by the starlight, had dark golden lines flowing through it like lava. Those were the traces of psychic runes that naturally appeared in his body.

His eyes were silently observing the void in front of him, and at this moment, a glimmer of foresight into the future was flashing in his pupils.

He slowly raised his right hand, and his slender fingers gently plucked in the air, as if playing some invisible strings.

The fluctuations of psychic energy gathered in his palm, as weak as a firefly at first, then expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a ball of leaping star fire.

The flame had no temperature, but contained enough power to tear apart reality. Like a tamed supernova, it rose and fell gently under his control.

“The thread of fate is drawing together.” Magnus’ voice was low and rhythmic, like an ancient prophetic poem, “The enemy is about to appear.”

Behind him, behind the huge observation window of the bridge, dozens of Thousand Sons Legion officers stood like statues.

Their scarlet battle armour was engraved with ancient runes, each line glowing faintly as it resonated with the psychic energy of the Primarch.

No one spoke, no one moved, even their breathing was deliberately suppressed, such was their absolute awe of the Primarch.

The Chief Librarian stepped forward, a torrent of data flowing through his helmet visor: "All psionic arrays are in place, my lord. The prophecy beacon has been calibrated to maximum sensitivity."

Magnus did not turn around, but only nodded slightly, his single eye staring into the void, his gaze piercing the veil of the material universe and peering into the ripples of the Warp.

“Here they come.”

As if to confirm his words, the void suddenly twisted.

Thousands of warp flashes pierced the darkness like a rainstorm as the Tau Empire's fleet swarmed out of the warp.

Their warships were sleek and elegant, with pulse engines belching out dark blue flames, in stark contrast to the ancient and heavy psionic vessels of the Thousand Sons Legion.

"The number is confirmed - 2147 ships, exactly as predicted." The tactical officer's voice rang out over the communication channel, calm and precise.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Magnus's lips.

The psychic fire in his hand suddenly split into countless tiny points of light, surrounding him like a galaxy.

"Activate the void shield." His order was transmitted directly into the minds of every Thousand Sons warrior through psychic energy, without the need for a communicator or words, "Let the enemy see what true power is."

The observation platform began to slowly retract into the ship, but Magnus raised his hand to stop the operation of the machine.

“No need.”

He took a step forward—directly into the void.

Without gravity boots or thrusters, Magnus was suspended outside the battleship relying purely on the power of psychic energy.

His red hair was still as a flame in the vacuum, but his cape fluttered slightly in an odd way, as if he was still in the atmosphere.

The vanguard fleet of the Tau Empire has entered the firing range, the pulse cannon has begun to charge, and a faint blue light is flashing at the muzzle.

Magnus simply raised his hand slightly.

"First salvo, bearing mark 7-42-19." His voice was eerily calm. "Now."

The artillery fire of the Thousand Sons Fleet roared instantly. However, what was fired were not ordinary macro cannon shells, but destructive light wrapped in psychic energy.

They drew arcs in the air that violated the laws of physics, accurately bypassing the Tau Empire's defense array and directly hitting the engine core.

Twelve Tau warships turned into fireballs in silent explosions.

For Magnus, this was just his opening statement against the Tau Empire.

Magnus was suspended in the cold space, his fiery red body looking like a burning sculpture under the light of the stars.

He was taller than any other Space Marine, and his muscles looked metallic in the psychic glow, as if he was not made of flesh and blood, but an entity condensed from pure energy.

He slowly raised his hands, and in his palms, golden spiritual energy surged like liquid stars.

That was not a simple gathering of energy; it was the power he extracted from the deepest part of the subspace, a creative force that was powerful enough to reshape the laws of physics.

Tens of thousands of psychic lightning bolts leapt on the surface of the energy sphere. Every time a lightning bolt passed by, the surrounding space cracked like fragile glass, revealing the colorful subspace colors behind it.

Time becomes sticky here, and light is distorted when it is within a hundred meters of him, as if even the universe itself is afraid of this power.

"sad."

Magnus' pupils reflected the panicked formation of the Tau Empire fleet.

His voice needed no medium, resounding directly in the minds of all living beings, like the sound of an ancient bell ringing in the depths of the soul.

"You think you can hurt me with these toys?"

On the bridge of the Tau Empire's flagship "Aether's Wrath", Admiral Thor looked at the scene in front of him in horror, then gave orders without hesitation.

"Fire! All weapons! Now!"

His voice exploded across the bridge, vibrating with the instinctive fear of a living being.

The humming sound of tens of thousands of pulse cannons charging simultaneously vibrated the ship's hull, and the acceleration coils of the railguns emitted a sickly blue light.

At this moment, the entire fleet turned into a huge killing machine, with all its guns aimed at the red figure floating in the void.

“For the Greater Good!”

With this roar, the universe was lit up.

Hundreds of thousands of shells drew a web of death in the vacuum, pulse beams were as dense as a rainstorm, rail shells tore through space at sub-light speeds, and ion torpedoes spiraled forward with dark blue trails. This was enough firepower to destroy a planet, and now it was all poured onto a "person".

Magnus did not move.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

On the observation deck of the Thousand Sons fleet, the Librarians watched this scene through psychic lenses.

They saw that when the shell came within a hundred meters of Magnus, something incredible happened.

The pulse beam disintegrated first, and the blue-white energy stream splashed in all directions like water hitting an invisible wall.

Next came the railgun shells. These blocks of metal weighing hundreds of tons suddenly "softened" in flight, twisting and deforming like wax figures under the scorching sun, and finally vaporized into a silver mist.

Finally, there were the ion torpedoes. They couldn't even complete the self-destruction program and were directly "extinguished" by some higher-dimensional force, like a match that had been extinguished.

The whole process was eerily quiet.

There was no explosion, no shock wave, only the purest power of the warp filling the surroundings.

The psychic power surrounding Magnus directly rewrote the laws of physics, declaring that these attacks "never existed".