Warhammer: I, the Wizard of a Thousand Sons, Reorganize the Legion

Chapter 39 Rescue



Chapter 39 Rescue

"Shut it down!"

Li Wei, watching the pale blue energy about to pour down on Tzeentch's wrist, immediately activated the Abyssal Resonance Technique to forcibly close the warp rift and send Tzeentch's wrist back into the warp.

He cannot arbitrarily control the shape and direction of this gap.

However, he opened this spatial portal himself, and Li Wei has absolute control over whether to open or close it.

But the next second, Li Wei's face suddenly darkened; he sensed something was wrong.

Although the crack was slowly shrinking, it was held back by a vast, boundless, yet cold and unpredictable force.

"Damn it!"

Li Wei's expression suddenly turned as solemn as iron. He had oversimplified things. To try and control a warp rift in front of a warp god was simply like showing off one's limited skills before an expert.

Before he could finish speaking...

The terrifying energy at the tip of the cunning man's fingertip finally coalesced.

"What a pity! After finally recognizing myself and breaking free from my shackles at the brink of death, becoming a first-tier wizard, I'm going to die!"

When this energy, capable of annihilating everything, reached him, Li Wei helplessly mocked himself.

The next second, a huge red figure suddenly appeared in front of Li Wei, blocking his way.

"My Lord Archmage!"

Li Wei cried out in shock, instinctively clenching his fists, expecting to witness a gruesome scene of blood splattering everywhere.

But the pale blue beam of light grazed past Magnus and shot fiercely towards the rock wall behind him.

With a deafening roar, the pale blue beam of light pierced through the entire black mountain, followed by a dim ray of sunlight that shone through the newly formed opening onto Levi and Magnus.

Seeing the astonished look on Magnus's face, Li Wei revealed a hint of understanding.

He knew this was Tzeentch's favoritism towards Magnus, and at the last moment, he controlled the destructive beam, changing its direction.

"Too bad it's useless!"

Still shaken, Li Wei noticed an even brighter light emanating from Tzeentch's wrist, and a second beam of destruction was about to strike.

Tzeentch was truly determined to kill him, and it was no use that Magnus was still ahead of him this time.

He is a god after all, and he cannot make the same mistake again.

Facing death once again, Li Wei's stubbornness flared up.

He wanted to regain control of the warp rift flashing with purple lightning and close it; he didn't want to wait to die.

Amid Li Wei's futile struggle, the pale blue beam of light was about to take shape again.

At this critical moment, two deafening roars filled with primal fury suddenly erupted from the depths of the warp rift!

"Brother Gao!!! WAAAGH!"

"Brother Mao!!! WAAAGH!"

Li Wei, who had been trying to close the subspace rift, was overjoyed.

He sensed two extremely violent WAAAGH streams surging forth from the depths of the warp rift, like a flood bursting its banks.

He clearly felt that the immense force that had been holding back the closure of the subspace rift also loosened.

The destructive beam that was about to hit him gradually went out, like a flickering light bulb.

"Damn green-skinned idiots! How dare you ruin the only true variable I deduced!"

A furious shriek suddenly emanated from the shrinking subspace rift.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Wei frantically activated the Abyss Resonance Technique, increasing his control and finally completely closing the subspace rift that glowed with a purple light.

Once everything had calmed down, Li Wei stared dumbfounded at Tzeentch's wrist, which was still flickering with eerie blue warp energy, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"Why hasn't that wrist been sent back yet?"

But the next second, the terrifying energy on Tzeentch's lonely wrist suddenly dissipated, and like an ordinary blue stone, it slammed heavily to the ground with a thud.

Li Wei completely relaxed this time. His tense body suddenly loosened, and he staggered, almost falling over.

But he didn't rest immediately. He knew the matter wasn't finished yet. He quickly stepped forward and threw the dull blue wrist into the system space.

Tzeentch is a god, and his methods are of immense value, whether for sale or for research.

Moreover, Li Wei couldn't ignore it. He suspected that if this cunning and manipulative tactics weren't dealt with, Satellite 3 would soon become a demon planet.

Only then did he completely relax and plop down on the ground.

He was so exhausted, constantly struggling between life and death. He didn't lie down to rest, and he was already being very restrained.

"Li Wei, what exactly happened? Was that a god just now...?"

Magnus didn't say the last word "spirit" aloud. He had never seen a god, but he had just seen a divine quality in that blue wrist.

The word "gods" was a word that suddenly popped into his mind, a word he didn't know how to describe.

He had previously traveled through the subspace and never imagined that such beings, like figures from mythology, would exist there.

"This..." Levi looked up at Magnus's amber eyes, his expression complex. He knew it was time to lay his cards on the table.

"It's crowded and chaotic here, let's talk about it when we get back..."

"Okay..." Magnus noticed Levi's badly damaged power armor and walked towards the exit of Mine No. 9.

He had to go and command the battle, eliminating the green-skinned orcs who hadn't completely collapsed yet.

......

Five days later.

Inside the operations conference room of the USS Fortep.

The atmosphere was heavy, and everyone remained silent.

Li Wei stood in the empty seat to Magnus's left, holding the casualty report, his face filled with grief:

"A total of 999 Thousand Sons warriors died in this battle. The First Society suffered extremely heavy losses, with 548 warriors killed. The other societies also suffered losses."

"The First Society's Company Commander, Ahriman, is seriously injured and is currently being treated by about a dozen bio-psychic masters from the Bright Feather School."

As he spoke, his expression became complicated, and his voice grew hoarse.

Most of the First Society's Thousand Warriors who sacrificed their lives were originally part of the troops ordered to guard outside Mine No. 9 and block the orcs.

Faced with the overwhelming green-skinned army surging into the mine like a tidal wave, they were ultimately outnumbered and their lives were exhausted.

The Thousand Warriors' psychic abilities were indeed formidable, but they were extremely ill-suited to dealing with endless close-quarters combat. Even Ahriman, whose psychic power was second only to his, nearly perished on the spot.

After a long while, Li Wei took a deep breath and said:

"But we still fulfilled the Emperor's mission, eliminating the Greenskinned Beast tide and recovering lost territory for the Empire."

Sparse applause broke out in the room, but it carried an indescribable heaviness.

Just then, Magnus suddenly stood up from his seat and bowed deeply:

"I'm sorry, it was my mistake that caused such a tragic loss to Senko."

"This...is not just your problem!"

"This is just a subspace contamination; it has nothing to do with the Archmage."

......

After the meeting, only Primarch Magnus and Chief Think Tank Levy remained in the large operational conference room.


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