Levi, dragging his exhausted body, had just stepped out of the intersection between the Pyramid of Photep and the main road of Tizca.
Under the moonlight, a stunned expression suddenly appeared on his already pale face.
He sensed a naked malice tailing him.
He paused for a moment, then walked quickly along the path he had come from, but as his pace quickened, the malice behind him grew ever more intense.
Levi’s feet came to a halt.
With a flick of his hand, another “Spear of Shadow” scroll abruptly appeared in his grasp.
This was something he had bought just now with the 500 Nexus Points he had on him when he realized he was being tailed.
Originally, he had wanted to pretend not to know and leave normally.
Because he knew that anyone who dared to openly follow him in Tizca was highly likely to be a member of the Order of the Blind.
The problem of this body being a corrupted psyker could not be hidden after all, and it had drawn the hounds of the Order of the Blind.
Moreover, this place was simply too close to the Pyramid of Photep.
If a battle really broke out, the group of Custodes there would be more than enough to dig his grave six feet down, not to mention that Magnus was also there.
Unfortunately, the enemy did not want to let him leave.
Directly in front of Levi, under a crystal streetlamp, a bald scholar stepped out of thin air.
Above his parchment-like face was a shiny bald head.
Although it was engraved with complex mystical symbols, it was exceptionally eye-catching in the moonlight.
“Scholar Amon, good evening!”
Levi took a deep breath and chuckled dryly.
Amon truly deserved to be Magnus’s number one confidant, accurately timing his moment of weakness, because Levi’s “mental endurance” had been consumed to the point of near exhaustion.
“Mental endurance” was the ammunition of psykers in the Warhammer universe.
As long as a psyker’s mental endurance was not completely exhausted, they could continuously draw energy from the Warp to carry out attacks.
And his mental endurance had already been mostly consumed during the psychic surgery just now.
“Scholar Levi, put down your guard.
I have some matters to inquire about.
Of course, this is merely a routine investigation.”
Scholar Amon revealed a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, but this smile was simply too fake.
Levi constantly felt that he was mocking him.
Levi thought for a moment, pretended not to know what Amon was talking about, and played dumb, saying:
“Scholar Amon, although you are the chief magister of the Corvidae School, I am a scholar of the Pyrae School.
I am very tired tonight.
I have been busy with Lord Magnus’s affairs, and I still have to continue tomorrow morning.
I don’t have time to deal with you.”
When he reached the end, he deliberately emphasized the word “Magnus,” attempting to scare Amon off using Magnus’s prestige.
But Amon did not buy this at all.
He slowly stepped forward, and the psychic pressure on his body surged ever higher.
Levi unconsciously gripped the wizard scroll in his hand tightly, the muscles all over his body tensing up.
His psychic intuition told him that even when his “mental endurance” had previously been full, he still would have been like a firefly compared to the bright moon before Amon.
Let alone now.
“Sigh, what a bad start.
Levi had already given up on resisting.
After all, this place was simply too close to the Pyramid of Photep.
Levi could only pin his hopes on the mental shielding rune he had exchanged for earlier, hoping it could fool the soul investigation of the Order of the Blind.
This was also the reason why Levi, knowing full well that this body was suspected of being a corrupted psyker, still did not find a hidden corner to hide in.
First, once he hid, it would be equivalent to an unprompted confession, and the Order of the Blind would immediately execute him on the spot.
Second, as long as he could accumulate enough Nexus Points, this tiny threat from the Order of the Blind was negligible.
It was just that he didn’t expect to be exposed so quickly.
This deviated greatly from his plan.
The next second, Levi was already prepared to be captured.
Behind him, the Pyramid of Photep transmitted a violent fluctuation on the psychic level.
That was Magnus’s “aura”—cold and violent—and it instantly swept across all of Tizca.
Before Levi could react and carefully comprehend it, Scholar Amon in front of him had a drastic change in expression and cried out involuntarily:
“Lord Magister!
What happened?
Did the surgery for the Flesh Change fail?”
The next instant, Magnus’s roar in the real universe also followed.
“Dead!
All dead!
How could those saved Thousand Sons instantly turn to dust!
How is this possible!
I don’t believe it!”
Levi abruptly raised his head and looked toward the Pyramid of Photep in the dark night.
At this moment, psychic turbulence was surging there, and energy storms were wreaking havoc.
It was an apocalyptic scene, truly reflecting Magnus’s towering rage and despair.
Scholar Amon no longer had the mindset to capture Levi at this moment.
He stepped forward rapidly, bypassed Levi, and intended to head inside the pyramid to soothe Magnus.
But Levi’s expression did not relax in the slightest.
He sensed that from the side of the street, someone else was approaching.
He didn’t even need to think about it; that was absolutely another member of the Order of the Blind.
It truly was a case of being unable to avoid the investigation of the Order of the Blind no matter how he tried to hide.
Levi’s expression sank.
At the moment the members of the Order of the Blind surrounded him, a psychic communication was abruptly sent out from Levi’s mind, transmitting straight toward the Pyramid of Photep.
That message was quite simple: just one sentence.
“I can save the lives of the Thousand Sons!”
The next instant, a crimson figure instantly appeared in front of Levi.
This was Magnus.
But Magnus at this moment had long lost the elegance of a scholar.
His originally neatly combed red hair had become a complete mess.
The “aura” all over his body was churning erratically, on the verge of losing control, yet he still held onto a sliver of hope as he stared fixedly at Levi, expecting Levi to say some useful words to comfort his heart, which was on the verge of shattering.
Levi opened his mouth amidst Magnus’s anticipation:
“Your Excellency the Magister, the Flesh Change is not a genetic defect, nor is it ordinary Warp pollution…
A soul brand, a blood curse; it is a hidden curse of the Great Ocean.”
He spoke in half-truths, specifically mixing in some core knowledge of souls and curses from the wizard world.
He paused, then continued:
“I have a method that can save them…
but…”
Magnus’s eyes lit up.
Like a drowning man grasping the last straw.
“What do you need?”
He asked eagerly.
“As long as you can save my sons, I can give you anything!
All the tomes of Prospero, all its resources, are completely yours to mobilize!”
“Done!”
Seeing Magnus’s eager appearance, Levi knew that his answer had accurately hit Magnus’s soft spot.
However, the next second, Amon, who was to the side, hurriedly stepped forward and said:
“Lord Magister!
Scholar Levi is involved with a blood sacrifice array and a human life.
He is talking nonsense just to stay alive!”
“What?” Magnus abruptly turned his head and looked at Amon, his gaze frighteningly cold.
“Amon, what time is it now?
My sons are turning to ash!
The entire Thousand Sons Legion is marching toward destruction!
Let alone that he is merely a suspect, as long as Levi can save them, so what if he truly is a corrupted psyker!”
He pushed Amon aside and pulled Levi behind him, his tone brooking no question:
“From now on, Scholar Levi is the supreme advisor of my five great schools.
No one is allowed to investigate him, nor interfere with any of his actions.
Violators will be killed without mercy!”
Amon’s fists clenched until they cracked, but he said no more, only lowering his head.
Levi let out a sigh of relief.
He knew he was safe for the time being.
But he was also very clear that this was only temporary.
As long as he revealed the slightest flaw, he would absolutely be targeted again by Amon, who was hiding in the shadows.
Actually, he did not possess a method to truly break the Flesh Change of the Thousand Sons.
He had simply used a bigger lie to cover up the previous lie.
But he felt even more that handing his life over to the Order of the Blind would be an extremely irresponsible act.
He might not have a way to deal with it, but that didn’t mean the wizard world didn’t.
As long as there were enough Nexus Points, there was nothing that could not be bought.