Magnus's gaze penetrated Prospero's layers of protective magic, and across the long distance, he saw the tragic battle breaking out on the Wizard Star.
Originally, I thought that by suppressing the Empire's technology in the rift space, I could somewhat save my chances of winning.
But now, the strength displayed by the imperial army was somewhat beyond his expectations.
Where on earth did Guilliman find so much powerful technology
Strengthen those dark angels to this level.
In the rift space, on the Wizard Star, his territory, the dark angels pressed the demons and wizards to the ground.
The fighting ability he displayed far exceeded that of his subordinates.
The single eye flashed with a dangerous light.
The thick hands covered with luxurious armor tightly grasped the armrests of the throne with such force that the steel containing mysterious power was deformed.
Magnus was furious about the battle on the Sorcerer Planet.
The dark angels marched forward.
His men suffered nothing but defeat.
They can't even organize a decent resistance.
The bolts tore through the bodies of daemons born from terrible nightmares, banishing them back into the warp.
The power swords destroyed the massive demonic engines, and the blessed steel was cut like cardboard.
The Crystal Forest was obscured by a thick cloud of dust from the artillery fire, and herds of Tzeentchian beasts died screaming.
The majestic crystal tower collapsed in a roar of flames.
Countless fragments reflected the light brought by the blazing flames.
The second homeworld of the Thousand Sons was destroyed by a brutal attack by the Dark Angels.
Sorcerers and mortal followers of the Lord of Change perished at the hands of the Empire.
"Son of Ryan." Magnus let out a beast-like growl. "Don't even think about winning."
The One-Eyed King raised his hand, and countless rays of light gathered in his hand, weaving into a crystal scepter.
He made a stroke towards the ever-changing sky.
The violent power radiated from his body, making the whole world tremble.
Ahriman and the others looked horrified as they watched the actions of the One-Eyed King.
Every wizard trembled, and the mortals and demons behaved even more miserably, letting out terrifying screams.
How terrifying is the power of the One-Eyed King.
Pry the stars and extinguish the stars.
Now he attacked in rage, even though they were at a great distance.
It also made the Dark Angels' think tanks feel a strong sense of oppression.
Magnus presided over the Nine-Layered Tower Ceremony and was unable to leave the planet Prospero, but he was able to project his will onto the Wizard Planet, strengthen his subordinates, and let the Dark Angels know how powerful he is.
The changing sky gradually became transparent, revealing the terrifying appearance of the subspace.
The vast ocean of ether poured down, and illusion and reality mixed into one.
A giant spherical eye as massive as a mountain range and tentacle monsters that appear only in the dreams of deranged lunatics stare down at the doomed world below.
The horrific and blasphemous scene drives people crazy, and just one look at it is enough to cause a mental breakdown.
The Empire's warriors died screaming.
Countless warp cracks appeared on the surface of the Wizard Star, emitting malicious light.
Huge skull faces appeared on the mountains and the surface, opening their tentacled mouths to devour nearby humans.
The wizards responded to Magnus and joined forces to launch a chorus.
One crystal spire after another burst out with intense light, drawing in the power from the other side.
Each spire is the number nine, containing the infinite power of change of Tzeentch.
The surface came alive, as if it had a will of its own.
The mountains and rivers cracked open, opening their mouths like a giant beast, and magma gushed out, swallowing the dark angel.
The water in the river became heavy, and any warrior who tried to cross it felt as if countless hands were grabbing their bodies, trying to drown them.
The will of the whole world is fighting against the imperial invaders.
Every crystal branch, every crystal that reflects light becomes an enemy of the Dark Angel.
The soldiers were caught in a completely hostile combat environment.
The number of enemies was also beyond imagination, and they attacked them from all directions.
For a time, the Primaris warriors who entered the Wizard Star to fight suffered heavy casualties.
Even after the Primaris upgrade, it is still difficult to resist the invasion and damage of the power of the Warp.
"By the will of the Emperor, by the will of Guilliman, by the will of the Lion, retreat, the evils of the Warp." Azrael, who joined the battlefield, witnessed the death of his war brothers and roared, and the sword in his hand burst out with a strong light.
The arcane weapons created by mixing faith and advanced technology showed their terrifying power at this moment.
A bright beam of light lit up in the warp space, and a will as terrifying as the power of destruction was ushered in.
Another scene appeared in the sky filled with chaos and evil.
The sacred golden light transformed into soldiers, tanks, and planes and rushed into that terrible world.
Two powerful realms are at war.
The will of the Lord of Mankind versus the will of the Lord of Fate.
The fight between the two sides was extremely fierce.
It is not something that mortals can get involved in.
Fortunately, the Dark Angel no longer has to face that terrifying will.
Magnus roared in anger, his will stirring up a storm, inciting the traitors to launch an even more fierce attack.
The Daemon Primarch cast a terrible spell, shrouding the demons and traitors in a layer of light.
That layer of light absorbed all the damage caused by the dark angel.
The demons and traitors who had been defeated by the terrifying firepower suddenly became fearless of all artillery fire.
Bolts and melta beams barely caused more than a ripple on the shield.
Azrael pulled out another amulet and crushed it.
A terrifying wave of disturbances swept through the subspace, causing even the vast ocean to ripple.
An ancient will awakens from the depths of the Warp to oppose the power of Magnus.
Before the formal attack, Azrael went to visit the Dark Watcher.
This ancient remnant possesses knowledge and skills beyond imagination.
Out of consideration for alliance, the Dark Watcher gave an amulet to Azrael.
Crushing this amulet summons another mind to block the Scarlet King's interference.
The glory of witchcraft disappeared, and the demons and traitors who had just reversed the situation were slaughtered again.
Hundreds of demons were killed in an instant, their bodies fell to the ground, and blood and broken bones left shocking marks on the ground.
On Prospero's crystal throne, Magnus opened his eyes, revealing a terrible rage.
But he could do nothing except being angry.
The force that stopped him was equally terrifying.
He was unshakable and could no longer support Wizard Star.
Without Magnus's help, the defeat of the traitors and demons was inevitable.
However, sacrifice is still inevitable to achieve final victory.
The number of Boris's comrades continued to decrease.
Battle Brother Terrell was torn apart by the mad hell beast, and the remaining flesh was set on fire by the pink horror demon.
The Fearless, who was sleeping in the sarcophagus, was knocked down by the huge demon vehicle. Amniotic fluid leaked out, revealing his broken body.
The brave dark angels fought with all their might.
They kept roaring, and the weapons in their hands kept slashing at all the enemies within their sight.
Devastating super-heated plasma beams and pulse beams fired by supporting gunships covered the terrifying enemies.
The heavy bolters continued to fire, their barrels glowing a fiery red.
The weapons of divine punishment roared and blew up the densest groups of demons.
The support warriors sent by many Dark Angels' sub-groups, such as the Blades of Vengeance, Angels of Contempt, and Messengers of Judgment, were also fighting bravely, charging towards the glowing ritual towers.
"Don't stare at the sky." The Chapter Master of the Angels of Vengeance roared, telling his warriors not to pay attention to the war in the sky.
The battlefield in the sky does not belong to them.
It was a battle of wills.
No matter which side wins.
Paying too much attention can damage your soul.
The Angels of Vengeance gathered around their chapter leader, forming a sharp spear and stabbing into wave after wave of crazy demonic tides.
The same thing happened to the other sub-groups, which gathered into teams one after another and launched fearless charges against the enemy.
Ryan’s return has greatly enhanced their sense of belonging to the parent group.
Azrael's call to war brought them together to fight for the Empire.
These warriors killed their way through row after row of crystal streets, leaving behind huge numbers of corpses and rivers of blood along the way.
Their casualties were also tragic, and their extraordinary bodies could not stop the enemy's vicious sorcery.
In desperation, the Thousand Sons wizards and their mortal followers launched an extremely fierce attack.
The horrific warp fire destroyed the genetic sequence of mankind, twisting the flesh and mind into a horrible appearance.
The fallen warriors were swarmed by demons, their armor was torn apart, and their flesh and blood were eaten beyond recognition.
However, death was not enough to make them retreat.
With firm determination, powerful equipment and body, and unextinguished faith, he persisted.
The soldiers fought their way through the chaotic battlefield, moving towards their goals.
Azriel also went crazy with killing.
He continued to activate his abilities.
Use the arcane weapons in your hands to kill those powerful demons.
His throat became hoarse from shouting, until he lost his voice completely.
Wherever he walked, there was bubbling blood, broken corpses and steaming pus behind him.
At heavy casualties, one ceremonial tower after another was destroyed by the Primaris warriors.
As Magnus roared almost crazily, the last crystal tower was engulfed by the explosion flames, and countless fragments flew out.
A powerful psychic shock swept across the world.
Azriel and the others felt as if their souls had put down a heavy burden, and they suddenly became very relaxed.
The terrifying psychic storm dissipated, and the suffocating feeling of oppression disappeared without a trace.
The sky, which was shrouded in golden light and had a huge eye like a mountain range, was replaced by a velvety night sky inlaid with many stars.
With the destruction of the Crystal Tower, Wizard Star and Prospero were pulled back by the laws of the real universe and returned to the material world.
Magnus's wrath spanned the terrifying distance between the two planets for mortals, and echoed in the minds of the Librarians on the Sorcerer Star, but they were fearless and used their souls to fight against the will of the Demon Primarch.
Demons and traitors attacked the Primaris warriors with even greater frenzy, trying to make up for their defeat.
However, when the Wizard Star was pulled back to the real universe, it meant that everything was settled.
Accompanied by flashes of teleportation, huge imperial troops rushed out of the light and swept through the enemy with devastating force.
Roaring giant Titans, suspended heavy tanks pouring out terrifying artillery fire, as well as a large number of Imperial Star Army, as well as knights driving mechas, and battle nuns holding heavy weapons.
In the face of this force, the resistance forces on Wizard Star were quickly suppressed.
In order to completely crush the enemy's attack, the empire mobilized a huge military force to reshape the ground.
Mountains were blown to pieces and rivers were filled with rubble.
The Crystal Forest was shattered.
The wriggling tentacles were burned to charcoal in front of the Imperial Army.
When there were no more demons and traitors on the ground, Azriel and his companions, covered in blood and wounds, evacuated from the surface and returned to the fleet to rest.
Hand over the battlefield to other troops and let them continue to purify the entire Wizard Star.
Magnus's impotent rage echoed across the Warp.
But he could do nothing except watch the light of wizardry on the Wizard Star gradually dim.
Not long after the Dark Angels captured the Wizard Star, the main forces of the Space Wolves and the Blood Angels appeared on the edge of the galaxy.
The outer defense is not worth mentioning to the empire, and the dispersed second-line troops are enough to pull out the claws of the psychic empire that Magnus dreamed of establishing.
Cowards who betray the Empire and humanity will meet the most tragic fate.
The three forces converge here.
Prospero was surrounded by a massive fleet of Imperial ships.
The Emperor's followers, driving their massive warships, surrounded Prospero with murderous intent.
They wanted to pour out all the hatred they had accumulated in the past on Magnus.
The wizards' orbital defense networks and monitors were destroyed one by one.
Every wizard fortress was completely destroyed.
Imperial ships surrounded every escape route from Prospero like a shell of hatred.
Even more terrifying than the fleet that destroyed the planet Prospero ten thousand years ago by Russ.
Several massive Mechanicum ships activated their anti-warp force fields in an effort to completely cut off Magnus's escape route.
Hundreds and thousands of warships were crowded on each orbital level. There were so many of them that the light from their engines could block out the stars and the sun, making the entire sky as bright as day.
So dense that the entire planet is enveloped in sickly auroras.
Bells rang in every tower of the Crystal Maze.
The alarm wailed and sounded incessantly.
Magnus stared at the sky, his expression becoming extremely ugly.
Guilliman was far away on Terra, paying him no heed.
Even the expedition was led by only a few original warbands.
For ordinary enemies, this is already a sign that the Empire is taking it seriously.
In Magnus's eyes, it was a huge humiliation.
The most arrogant contempt is not to look down on your enemy and declare your victory.
But from beginning to end, he did not take the other party seriously.
Ignoring is the greatest arrogance.
Magnus was ignored by Guilliman from beginning to end.
The Pharos incident.
The opponent did not show up from beginning to end, and the trap he had originally designed was enough to cause him a great deal of trouble.
Now, the other party also did not show up.
The minions he sent out alone were enough to force him into a desperate situation.
The Wizard Star has fallen, and Prospero is his last resort.
Magnus possesses enough power to move a planet.
But he didn't think he could fight against this huge imperial fleet.
The opponent's orbital bombardment and star-destroying cannons alone were enough to cause him harm.
What's more, there are weapons specifically designed to deal with him.
Those ships of faith made Magnus fearful.
He knew that Guilliman had created a beacon device that used faith to leverage the Emperor's power to kill creatures of the Warp.
In Faros, he was severely injured by such a device.
That terrible wound has not healed yet.
"I will not lose like this, Guilliman." Magnus's tone was very low, full of viciousness and determination to fight to the death.
He couldn't suppress the rage in his heart when he thought of Guilliman's arrogance.
Even if he lost the Wizard Star and Prospero, the Psionic Empire plan would be ruined and the Thousand Sons Legion would be completely destroyed.
He also wanted Guilliman to pay for his arrogance.
"Speed up the sacrifice." Magnus looked at Ahriman and the others and said in a deep voice, "We must complete the sacrifice as quickly as possible."
Ahriman's face showed a hint of worry.
"If the sacrifice is too fast, will the power drawn by the ritual be too great? In that case, the entire Prospero will be destroyed by that crazy power."
Magnus clenched his fists, a look of pain flashed across his face, and then quickly disappeared.
"We have no choice, Ahriman. Guilliman's minions are too aggressive. Our defeat is certain. The only thing we can do is complete this ritual. Only in this way can the Lord of Change win the final victory."
When talking about failure, Magnus' tone was bitter and unwilling.
No one could have imagined that Guilliman's rise would be so crazy.
It can make the gods unite again and make him lose miserably.
But Magnus had no intention of giving Guilliman an easy time.
He has one last trump card.
That is to transform the entire human race into a psychic race.
After completing the Nine-Layered Tower Ritual, every human soul will glow in the warp.
In this case, the only hope for human beings is to turn to Tzeentch, who masters the secrets of magic and the endless knowledge of the universe. Otherwise, human beings will face a crisis far exceeding the great extinction of the Eldar in the past.
Many wizards looked at Magnus with a determined expression and could only sigh and turn around to capture more psykers to feed the roaring machines and speed up the progress of the ritual.
Every wizard had a solemn and sad look on his face.
Accelerating the act of sacrifice would completely destroy their home world.
There will be no redemption for Prospero.
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The strategic meeting for the attack on Prospero takes place at the Stone Fortress.
The priests of the Mechanicus, dressed in iron-red and blood-red robes, stood beside the machines.
The sounds of gears meshing and servo pistons moving could be heard from its huge body.
Many chapter masters, great knights, and captains formed their own groups and talked to each other about their combat experiences.
Dante and his Sanguinary Guard were the last to arrive.
When we arrived, the huge floating projector was already turned on.
The planet Prospero was depicted by countless rays of light and displayed in front of many commanders.
They would deliver the final, fatal blow to the enemies of the Imperium, the traitorous children of the Emperor.
Before that, they have to make sure everything is safe.
When facing a demon primarch, even if you are in an advantageous position, you still need to be careful.
Over the past ten thousand years, every time Magnus appeared, it caused heavy casualties.
The powerful force made every encirclement and suppression attempt of the empire fail.
Seth was also in the team.
The Flesh Tearer who has not completed the Primaris upgrade is not the only outlier in this expedition team.
There were also several Chapters of the Bloodline of Rus who refused Guilliman's gift.
Like Seth, they came to fight Magnus and try to find the last honorable death.
These Chapters have sadly come to the realisation that the age of the Space Marines is over.
They are powerless to stop this.
The trend of history cannot be stopped.
Human civilization needs Primaris warriors to protect it.
They had no choice but to die with the ancient tradition.
They still stubbornly believe that the Space Marines are the Emperor's gift to humanity.
To tamper with this gift would be treason against the Emperor.
Guilliman's ambitions are clear.
He changed the system left by the emperor.
Changed the Space Marines.
Expelled those families who had served the Emperor and were loyal to him for generations.
By the time he wants to seize the Imperial Throne, the entire empire will have no power to resist him.
Seth was furious about this.
This was betrayal, betrayal to Sanguinius, betrayal to the Emperor.
People are kept in the dark and fooled without knowing it.
But he could do nothing about it.
To rebel against Guilliman is to sever the path to human redemption.
Such behavior is no different from that of a traitor.
He watched Guilliman sit on the throne and even became his accomplice.
Seth couldn't do it either.
All he could do was seek a final, honorable death, out of loyalty to Sanguinius and the Emperor.
A holographic projector was installed on the ceiling, and the static-like clear lines of light drew the deployment of the enemy and our troops.
"Let us officially begin," said Azriel, who presided over the ceremony.
As he spoke, the enlarged holographic projection focused on the planet Prospero.
Fine beams of red light wrapped around the planet, forming a protective shell.
"The siege of Magnus has entered its final phase. Victory is within reach, but the fruit is not so easy to pick. We face three threats."
"The first threat is that this planet is protected by powerful sorcery that can deflect attacks from Imperial warships and interfere with the normal use of Imperial teleportation technology."
"The second threat is the massive anti-aircraft firepower. The Dark Angels experienced the battle on the Wizard Planet. The anti-aircraft firepower on that planet is indeed terrifying, but it does not match the performance of the army under Magnus. Moreover, the Wizard Planet has been run by those traitors for ten thousand years. For this reason, we suspect that the traitor transferred those firepower devices to Prospero."
"The third threat is Magnus himself. He possesses a supernatural body built by the Emperor using lost technology and the blessings of the gods. When the Dark Angels attacked the Wizard Star, this traitor tried to interfere with our attack and cast a powerful sorcery that shook the entire planet."
"Then we will gather our forces and crush Magnus." Logan said, "As long as we cut off the head, the rest of the body will naturally collapse."
"It's not that easy to do. Magnus's power is beyond imagination. Even in the material universe where Cadia still exists, it is far beyond our reach. Every expulsion requires a heavy price. Now that the Great Rift has opened, Magnus's condition has been restored to its peak in the material world. It will be even more difficult to deal with him." Mephiston said: "The decapitation tactic is not that easy to execute. We must first lure away his subordinates, and then gather superior forces to besiege him, in order to have a chance of success."
"This means that we must have someone launch a fierce attack from the outside. Only after all the guards around Magnus are lured away can we use the decapitation tactics." Azriel said.
"Magnus, the traitor, must be hunted down by the wolf pack. That damn bastard still owes Fenris' blood debt." Logan stood up and looked at everyone and said, "The wolf pack never forgets hatred, and only blood can repay blood debt."
"That would be too dangerous." Dante said, "In my opinion, we should select the most elite warriors to carry out the decapitation mission."
Azrael agreed with this statement.
Logan stood up and objected, "No, the Red Devil should be left to the Wolf Pack. We can handle him."
"Magnus' power is terrifying. We should not fight alone for the so-called tradition and honor. We should unite and send our strongest warriors to fight this traitor. Only in this way can we fulfill the commission of the Imperial Regent, capture him and bring him back to Terra." Azriel's last sentence left Logan, who wanted to refute, speechless.
The strategic goal of the encirclement and suppression of Magnus was not to expel the enemy, but to capture him.
Killing Magnus and capturing Magnus are not of the same difficulty.
The blood debt of Fenris should not take precedence over the strategic needs of the Imperium.
"Since this is the will of the Imperial Regent, let's do it. Send our strongest warriors to fight Magnus and bring him back to Terra." Logan said, "The wolf pack will select the best wild wolves to participate in this battle."
Soon, the grand strategy was determined.
The main force launched a fierce attack on the periphery to attract Magnus's troops.
Then use the elite team to capture Magnus who has no guards and end the battle as quickly as possible.
After everyone discussed the mission objectives of each unit and confirmed the specific plan, they disbanded and went back to prepare.
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On the bridge of the Holy Blood Celestial-class battleship.
"Please put me in the team that captures Magnus." Seth said to Dante.
Dante was responsible for selecting those warriors he considered to be powerful from among the descendants of the Holy Blood.
Dying in the battle with Magnus was undoubtedly what Seth wanted best.
"No, Seth, that kind of battle is too dangerous for you." Dante said, "You should fight on the periphery instead of going to die."
"The Flesh Tearers have no future. Please allow us to end with dignity." Seth said.
Dante stared at Seth and raised his voice. "It was you who resisted the gift. If you were not so pedantic, the Flesh Tearers would continue to exist, just like the other chapters, and become stronger. Seth, wake up. If you complete the Primaris upgrade, I will definitely put you in the team that raids Magnus. You are an excellent warrior."
"You chose Guilliman, while the Flesh Tearers chose loyalty to the Archangel and the Emperor," Seth said stubbornly.
"The Archangels and the Emperor would not think so," Dante retorted bluntly.
"All will come to an end, Dante, and who will be spurned by the Archangel. When we die, all will be known," said Seth. "I will be held in his arms, and you will be spurned, for you have forsaken the Blood, forsaken your Gene-Father. You have become Guilliman's pawn, betraying your own promises for the sake of his."
This sentence angered Dante. He glared at Seth and roared in a low voice: "Even if I didn't embrace death, I know the answer. The archangel agrees with my answer. You are just a fool, a stubborn fool."
"That's just your opinion. You can't use your opinion to represent the Archangel's opinion." Seth said firmly, "Dante, you can either fight me here and kill me, or let me join the team to capture Guilliman."
Looking at Seth's stubborn look with his neck stiffened, Dante was extremely angry, and soon, a wicked idea came to his mind.
The news of the Archangel's resurrection on the planet Devin has not yet spread here.
One reason was to maintain confidentiality in order to encircle and suppress Magnus.
Secondly, it is to avoid the emergence of the Primarch, which would affect the original appointment and plan of the Imperial Regent and make some people have unreasonable ideas and think about supporting the Primarch and establishing their own regime.
Sanguinius was also very clear about what his appearance represented.
If he hadn't noticed Dante's crisis, he probably wouldn't have chosen to show up, but would have observed in secret.
For this reason, he chose to keep Dante a secret.
Let the campaign against Magnus proceed as originally planned.
He took action during the final siege on Magnus, trying to catch the traitor.
Dante looked at Seth, who had an angry face and seemed like he would get angry at any moment.
What a dramatic turn of events it would be if this guy could see the archangel appear with his own eyes and denounce his stupid behavior.
"Are you sure you want to join the team that beheads Magnus?" Dante asked, "You won't regret it no matter what crisis arises?"
"The Flesh Tearers fear no death," said Seth. "We long to embrace the Archangels and the Emperor."
"Then I allow it." Dante said straightforwardly, making Seth doubt whether he had heard it wrong. However, Dante also put forward his own requirements: "My only requirement is that you must wear new armor. The armor can allow you to maintain a certain degree of rationality in the state of black rage. I don't want you to accidentally hurt friendly forces."
"The deal is done. I will only direct my anger at Magnus," Seth said.
Dante ignored him and walked into the darkness to prepare for battle.
He had given up trying to persuade Seth.
He has tried countless times, from Baal to Prospero.
Seth is a very strong fighter.
But this doesn't stop him from being a pedantic fool.
When the Archangel appeared on the battlefield, the idiot realized how stupid his words were.
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Accompanied by the issuance of war orders.
All the warships launched an orbital bombardment on Prospero.
Every warship flashed, followed by an overwhelming barrage of light and shells.
Numerous imperial troops entered the battlefield with the sound of horns that shook the sky.
A large number of gunships rushed into the battlefield with the Primaris warriors. When they cleared a stable place, a large-scale Imperial force followed.
When the war broke out, the demons and traitors left Magnus to resist the Imperial offensive.
Dante, Azrael, and Logan landed with the most elite troops.
Magnus's position does not need to be marked.
He was at the center of the psychic storm.
The terrifying psionic energy enveloped the entire planet, causing every soul to feel oppressed, especially think tanks like Azrael and Mephiston.
The road leading to the crystal pyramid where Magnus is located is very obvious. Just one look in that direction will make you feel the pain of soul suffocation.
The enemy soon launched an attack on them.
Colorful demons with dancing tentacles and fang-filled mouths opened attacked with wild laughter, throwing fire and lightning formed by the energy of the Warp at the loyalists of the Empire.
Creatures beyond mortal comprehension moved across the marble floor at incredible speeds, hurling balls of colorful fire.
Those who entered the battlefield were all the strongest warriors. They cleared out the enemies as quickly as possible and rushed towards the crystal pyramid where Magnus was.
The warriors continued to roar as they advanced along the narrow crystal streets, passing through pyramid temples and bronze sculptures filled with decaying sacrifices. The azure and crimson surfaces of the obelisks rippled like the ocean, and the eyes of the sphinxes moved secretly with their malicious gaze as they advanced.
Azrael and Mephiston are among the most powerful psykers in human history.
They saw through the illusion created by Magnus and led the combined forces to fight their way out of the hellish battlefield.
The closer you get to where Magnus is, the more terrifying the psychic oppression becomes.
The head felt as painful as if it was being stirred.
Even those warriors without psychic powers felt the pressure.
The evil energy pricked their heads like fine needles, and strange whispers echoed in their minds, trying to pull them into darkness.
The terrible oppression of evil energy made it difficult for them to move.
Even if one possesses an extraordinary mind, one cannot resist such an attack.
The Nine-story Tower Ritual combined with Magnus' power made Dante and the others feel desperate.
Countless demons also came from all directions.
They were like a tiger trapped in a quagmire, besieged by wild dogs and poisonous snakes, unable to exert their full strength.
Seth and several other Chapter Masters who had not completed their Primaris upgrades were in a much worse situation than the others.
Seth fell into a black rage during the fight and was surrounded by overwhelming enemies.
Demons tore at his armor, and traitors stabbed, trampled, and beat him with all kinds of weapons.
Seth roared continuously, preparing for his glorious death.
Just when Dante and others thought they had failed.
A strong light shone on them.
A teleportation rift appeared behind them.
Diego, emitting terrifying psychic power, brought a group of imperial heroes returning from the warp to support them.
The most dazzling one among them is Sanguinius, who has white wings and wears golden armor, like an ancient god descended to the earth.
This force was the one Guilliman sent to capture Magnus after the Battle of Davin.
Now is the final moment of the war.
There's no point in hiding it any longer.
Sanguinius swept the spear in his hand, and the demons and traitors exploded into countless pieces, saving the joint forces in crisis.
Nothing can stop him.
No matter how powerful the demon is, he can't defeat it with just one blow.
With the arrival of Sanguinius, the enemy retreated.
Seth, who was knocked to the ground with bruises and blood on his face, survived.
The new armor Dante had him wear protected him from dying so easily.
Seth stared at the noble and perfect face that should only exist in the database and sculpture but now appeared alive in front of him. His mouth opened but he could not speak.
The archangel looked down at Seth and could feel that he had not received the Primaris upgrade, and his physical recovery and combat effectiveness were far weaker than those of a Primaris warrior.
Sanguinius turned to look at Dante with a reproachful look.
Feeling the gaze of his gene father, Dante spoke hurriedly, "He said that either he should be killed, or he should be allowed to participate and let him pursue the final glorious death. He believes that this is the loyalty to you and the loyalty to the Emperor."
Sanguinius figured out the ins and outs of this in a moment, then sighed and shook his head.
This is also the reason why he did not make the first appearance. The offspring has a special bond with the Genetic Father.
Such a bond has in the past been able to unite the Legion.
But now, this bond has become an obstacle to the empire's progress.
Sanguinius turned his gaze back to Seth, and then looked at the other warriors who had not completed the Primaris upgrade: "Anyone who refuses the gift from the Imperial Regent will withdraw from the battlefield."
After leaving these words, Sanguinius turned and rushed towards the demon tide.
We are still on the battlefield, not the time to deal with this matter.
Seth was dejected at this time, no longer as tough as he was when he argued with Dante on the Holy Blood.
He saw disappointment in the archangel's eyes.
Several other chapter masters who had not received the Primaris upgrade also looked pale.
Even if two of them are of Russ's bloodline, they still have to obey Sanguinius' orders.
The Primarch's majesty cannot be challenged.
They could only withdraw from the battlefield.
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With the arrival of reinforcements, the situation reversed again.
The original terrifying psychic oppression also eased.
Sanguinius used his own strength to resist Magnus' will.
The combined forces cheered, and many descendants of the Holy Blood showed expressions of disbelief, followed by excited cheers.
The appearance of the archangel made them very excited.
Guilliman returns, the Lion returns, Rogal Dorn returns, and there is news about many Primarchs.
Only the Archangel was missing.
It made them very sad for a while.
Now, the Archangel has officially announced his return.
If they were not still in battle, I am afraid that many descendants of the Holy Blood would gather around and kneel before Sanguinius to swear allegiance.
Logan stared at the archangel's heroic figure with a complicated look in his eyes.
Thinking of the wolf father who had no news for a long time, I felt a little sad and lonely.
Does Wolf Father really have to wait until the final battle before returning
Logan suppressed his emotions and discarded those messy thoughts.
No matter what, the best thing to do is to deal with the battle ahead first.
The supported coalition forces burst out
Here they saw Magnus's terrible plot.
The dark mechanical device as huge as a mountain roared, sucking the souls of those poor people.
The pipes surge with fel energy, transporting it to nine nine-story crystal towers engraved with countless chaos runes.
The nine towers resonate nine times every nine breaths.
Azrael and Mephiston's faces turned grim.
In the pain of fel oppression, they felt the connection between their souls and the warp becoming closer and closer.
This is a mechanical creation that can bring the human soul closer to the subspace and accelerate the process of becoming a psychic race.
Once humans are transformed into a psychic race, the crisis it brings will be ten thousand times, or even a million times, more terrifying than the Great Rift.
Without time to hesitate, Sanguinius rushed towards Magnus.
Dante, Azrael, Logan and other powerful warriors who had completed two Primaris upgrades followed the Primarch to launch an attack.
They carry devices capable of suppressing the Primarch and weapons capable of harming his extraordinary body.
Mephiston led another group of warriors to rush towards Ahriman and other wizards, trying to stop the ceremony.
The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce.
Magnus gathered unprecedented strength and wanted to cast a vicious spell.
But Sanguinius was incredibly fast. Before he could finish his chant, the spear came whizzing towards him with arcane light.
Magnus blocked the spear's blow with his bladed staff, and sparks flew from the collision of the weapons, igniting the decorations beside the throne.
"How cruel! We are brothers after all, but now you want to take my life without even saying hello."
"We ceased to be brothers," said Sanguinius. "We ceased to be brothers the moment you decided to turn your back on us."
"I simply chose another path." Magnus spread his wings, revealing his true form. "Everything our father said was a lie. What do you think he will do with us when the Great Crusade is complete?"
"But you betrayed an entire race and chose corruption and slavery. How many innocent people have died because of this." Sanguinius showed rare anger, and his attacks became more swift and powerful.
Magnus tried his best to resist, but seemed to be overwhelmed.
The wounds from the Pharos incident had not yet healed, and every movement was painful for him.
Soon, Sanguinius seized the opportunity and punched his opponent in the chin.
The blow knocked Magnus' feet off the ground, and the Daemon Primarch spun into the air.
The boiling demon blood spurted out from the broken jaw and splashed onto the burning throne, making a soul-stirring scream.
Dante and the others took the opportunity to chop the Demon Primarch with their weapons, aggravating his injuries.
The battered Magnus summoned the fel energies of the Warp to envelope himself, fending off attacks from Sanguinius and the Imperial loyalists while healing himself.
The demon primarch roared furiously, endless hatred revealed in his single eye.
But Magnus knew very well that he was no match for Sanguinius.
Even in his heyday, he might not be the opponent's opponent.
Now that he is injured, his fighting capacity has been reduced.
Sanguinius has help, so he is doomed to fail.
He calculated the final time and secretly prepared his witchcraft.
Soon, a second wound appeared on Magnus' body, causing him to bleed again.
The third time, Sanguinius grabbed Magnus's wings and tore them off alive, causing him to scream in agony.
Dante and the others rushed forward and attacked Magnus desperately, who had lost one wing.
Stomp him with your steel boots, stab him with your weapons, and hit him in the face with your gloves.
Magnus roared in anger, only to be attacked even more fiercely by the Imperial loyalists.
Ahriman's side was quickly defeated.
This time Mephiston did not kill him, but broke his limbs and brought him back to Terra for trial.
There is no point in simply killing them.
After the judgment, their souls will be destroyed as a warning to those who try to gain eternal life with the help of chaos.
Trying to do so would only result in the destruction of one's soul, with no chance of resurrection.
The wizards were either killed or captured, and the force guarding the Crystal Tower was defeated.
As the Imperial loyalists prepare to completely destroy the Crystal Tower and end Magnus's conspiracy.
With the last resonance, violent psychic power poured out and cracked the crystal tower.
The earth began to shake. The huge psychic energy siphon machine penetrated deep into the ground. As the huge amount of psychic energy rushed out, the earth's crust was also shaken.
Ahriman's fears came true, as the accelerated sacrifice would make it impossible for Prospero to withstand the force of the ritual.
The volcano erupted, and lava was spewed out along with billowing dust.
Countless large cracks appeared on the surface, and brilliant light shone through.
The entire planet is like a plasma energy dump that is about to overload.
The whole world was collapsing, the earth was torn apart, and a raging storm swept everything.
Prospero's spatial structure is shattered like glass
The besieged Magnus knew that his chance had come. He pressed down the blade staff in his hand, and a terrible warp storm gushed out from under the feet of Sanguinius, Dante and others, forcing them to retreat.
Magnus took the opportunity to stand up. At this time, his face was covered with bruises and blood, and his armor was in pieces.
Dante and the others were holding arcane weapons. Even the Demon Primarch was not immune to such damage. There were bleeding wounds everywhere that could not heal.
Magnus quickly created a gap in the curtain of reality in the air.
Magnus said to the angry Sanguinius and the Imperial loyalists before stepping inside.
"It's over, Sanguinius. The Nine-Layered Tower Ritual is complete. Humanity will become a psychic race. The fall of the Empire will not be far away. Tell Guilliman that I am the one who has the last laugh."
After saying that, Magnus walked into the gap with a smug smile.
He is the final winner.
But the next second, Magnus' screams came from the subspace rift that had not yet completely closed.
A giant wolf leaped out of the warp, and its thick fangs pierced Magnus's body.
One of Magnus' arms was gone.
It was obvious that a battle had just broken out between the One-Eyed King and the Giant Wolf in the subspace.
Just like the Ragnarok in Norse mythology.
The one-eyed king had one of his arms bitten off by a giant wolf.
The severely injured Magnus was completely unaware that Russ had been hiding in the Warp.
Caught off guard, his arm was bitten off and his body was bitten through.
After jumping into the real universe, the giant wolf's body changed and turned into a burly giant.
He was wearing a simple chain mail, revealing his strong, well-defined muscles, and his golden hair was messy and fluffy.
He looks extremely savage, but he has a noble face that rivals that of Sanguinius.
"I hope I am not too late, brother." The giant looked at Sanguinius in golden armor.
Looking at the wailing Magnus, Sanguinius smiled, "Perfect timing, Russ."
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His consciousness was in the maze lake, thrown into a chaotic dream.
Being pulled by countless hands, dragged into the darkest abyss filled with malice.
The creeping darkness enveloped everything.
When the darkness receded, he saw an unforgettable sight.
Like an outsider looking into a corrupt, cancerous universe.
The stars danced with pale, hazy tentacles carrying vicious radiation, wrapping around the planets growing strange flesh and blood, like millions of giant snakes entangled together.
The unfathomable void is filled with crawling twisted creatures.
Consciousness flashes back across the universe.
His eyes shifted from those strange creatures and planets.
When he saw those monsters and planets, information about them flooded into his mind.
A wriggling tree-crown monster with a face full of jaws and fangs crawls across a planet full of black tentacles and weird smiles.
Information about those monsters emerged in his mind.
They once belonged to a clan of tree people called Groot.
He was even able to understand how the race had fallen.
Lost in the whispers, mutated in the darkness, the soul was also corrupted and merged, eventually becoming a part of that horrific existence and achieving true eternity.
In addition, there are many indescribable monsters.
Their terrifying appearance is enough to make every sane human scream.
Empty, dead creatures roam around every corner.
Creatures lost their minds, enslaved by an eternal nightmare.
A strange stream of light surged, and the screams of countless souls were reflected in the fragments.
Malice is boiling like the ocean, and everything has been desecrated.
The battleship floated in the middle of it, and the creatures on it had already been twisted and deformed, turning into limp flesh and blood or monsters covered with bone spurs and eyes.
A head as big as a planet floated in the void, whispering.
The entire universe is like this, it has been completely corrupted and become part of an unimaginable existence.
Countless eyes blinked in the starry sky, emitting terrible, soul-corroding laughter.
Then countless malicious intentions surged and devoured this wandering consciousness.
Abaddon woke up screaming.
When he saw his subordinates still standing not far away, he realized that he had fallen into a dream again.
The being called Yog-Sothoth still haunts him.
Everything experienced in the dream is nothing but the other person's terrifying sea of memory.
In his dreams, Abaddon glimpsed countless universes that were corrupted like cancer. Such a terrible scene made people despair and fear.
He felt his mind crumbling, melting, and finally becoming a part of the other person.
The other party then used his existence to corrupt the entire universe, just as he had seen in his dreams.
The entire universe will become a part of each other, and every life will become a terrifying thing that is difficult to describe in words.
"Never." Abaddon said firmly in his heart: "I will never surrender to any existence, whether it is the gods or the so-called outsiders, don't even think that I will surrender."
A wizard came over and saluted the Great Reaver.
"The latest news is that Magnus was besieged by Sanguinius and Leman Russ, and was defeated and captured."