Aetheric Phase Engine Completed

A mournful cry echoed through the Milky Way as Slaanesh was struck by the sword of Ynnead.

The sword, symbolizing the end of all things, severed the arm of this Chaos God, causing him to let out a cry comparable to a first cry.

The sound resounded throughout the entire Warp, stirring up terrifying storms.

Countless ships navigating in Warp rose and fell like fallen leaves in a towering wave.

The crew on the ship were so frightened they collapsed, each one praying for a safe return to the Realspace.

Those races that had not yet ventured into space felt a deep sense of panic and unease, yet they were unaware of the reasons behind it.

"Ynnead!!"

Slaanesh looked at Ynnead with a rare expression of fear.

The means severed by the Death Sword are permanent; they are a conceptual erasure and severance.

Even the Chaos God could not change this; he could not regenerate an arm.

"It's time to end this, Dark Prince."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ynnead continued his attack.

Other god-level beings also took action.

They attempted to destroy Slaanesh in one fell swoop and completely defeat this god of Chaos.

Those ancient C'tan were exceptionally motivated; they all longed to personally kill a Chaos God.

For them, this is definitely something to be proud of for the rest of their lives.

War in Heaven, they fought against the Old Ones, and these Warp Gods caused them considerable trouble, making them deeply resentful at one point.

Now that the Old Ones are gone, the Aeldari have become allies.

The only outlet for their frustrations was these Chaos Gods.

But Slaanesh is, after all, a Chaos God, possessing inconceivable power and authority.

Even if outmatched, they can still use their own combat strength to withdraw from the battlefield and escape back to the Warp.

The Ynnead, including Death and Laughing God, pursued them relentlessly until Slaanesh returned to his own domain, at which point they ceased their pursuit.

Within Slaanesh's territory, Slaanesh are invincible; to venture in is to commit suicide.

"You're lucky you ran fast."

After threatening them, the gods turned and returned to the battlefield of Molech.

After humanity integrated the powerful forces of the entire Milky Way and achieved substantial unification, its strength reached an extremely exaggerated level.

The Warp must exert all its strength to contend with it.

Slaanesh's escape back to his domain means that the Chaos faction has lost a crucial fighting force.

Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, the three Chaos Gods, were overwhelmed by the combined attack of multiple god-level beings and quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.

The same applies to other sub-gods in the Warp.

Qin Yun and Xi Ling led a group of Imperium heroes to fight against these lesser gods.

They were completely powerless to resist and were forced into a series of defeats.

"Go to hell."

As soon as Xi Ling finished speaking, she used the laws to tear apart an ancient sub-god of the Warp.

"No!!"

The god let out a desperate cry.

He may have once been a god worshipped by an ancient civilization, but over time he has become a demon.

Now, it was torn apart by Xi Ling's absolute power.

His soul shattered into countless pieces, just like Bloodhand Khaine in the past.

If he were to go back, he would certainly have a chance to be resurrected.

Unfortunately, with the depletion of Warp energy, even with his immortality, he will be banished to eternal nothingness, never to return.

Qin Yun, wielding a longsword and a spear, frantically slashed at the lesser gods.

His combat prowess is sufficient to participate in the war to annihilate the Chaos Gods.

But after much consideration, he did not participate, and instead chose to deal with the lesser gods to relieve the pressure on the Imperium forces.

Beside him, high-level players like Warmaster were also fighting fiercely.

They fought relentlessly, never daring to stop for a moment, relying on their armor to replenish their nutrients and energy.

The powerful Imperium heroes, including Brother Captain Stern, Celestine, and Spock, also surrounded Qin Yun, assisting him in sweeping away those great demons and lesser gods.

Even Constantin Valdor, who had been missing for ten thousand years, appeared on the battlefield at a crucial moment and used his Apollonian Spear to kill several lesser gods in succession.

"Final victory belongs to us."

Upon seeing Constantin Valdor arrive at the battlefield, the Emperor showed a look of relief.

Then, with a shout, he transformed into a golden giant.

With a sudden acceleration, it slammed Khorne into the depths of the Warp, taking him away from the Moloch Battlefield.

Khorne, disguised as a crimson giant and a golden giant, fought and battled deep in the Warp, locked in a fierce and evenly matched struggle, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

On the Moloch Battlefield, only Tzeentch and Nurgle remain.

This lineup clearly cannot break through the defenses and destroy the Aetheric Phase Engine.

The only reason it can avoid defeat is because Nurgle can withstand damage.

Even when besieged by the gods and his body was battered and bruised, Nurgle did not fall down, but instead remained full of energy.

However, the hope of conquering Molech and ending human madness has been completely shattered.

No matter how frantically the Warp Daemon attacked, it was to no avail; they simply could not break through the defenses.

As time went on, the Aetheric Phase Engine came to full power, and the Warp was depleting at a visible rate.

The Sea of Souls, sustained for countless years, will soon face the fate of being drained.

As the energy of the Warp declines, the technology and psionic abilities of races within the Milky Way that are not allied with humanity are rapidly deteriorating.

They were terrified, but there was nothing they could do.

The Time Catastrophe and the Aetheric Phase Engine drained energy, causing the laws of physics to become stronger than ever before.

In some places where Warp energy is completely depleted, the speed of all spacecraft is limited to below the speed of light.

Horus and other traitorous Primarch are also fighting valiantly, attempting to reverse their fate of defeat.

However, despite their best efforts, they could not change the final outcome.

They struggled to even protect themselves, and were no match for the loyal Primarch.

Under the combined attack of the Wolf King and the Archangel, Horus was in a losing position and struggled to put up a fight.

When Horus Heresy, he was blessed by the four gods, and no one could defeat him.

But now, both the Wolf King and the Archangel have awakened to the Warp Essence.

It also possesses the support of the most advanced technological armor and the blessings of god-like beings such as Emperor.

Overall, their combat strength is greater than Horus'.

After another round of fierce attacks, Horus was pierced by the spear once again, and black blood gushed out, a truly gruesome sight.

Their greatswords and spears fell upon Horus, splitting his skull, slicing his throat, and plunging into his chest.

The Wolf King held the Dionysian Spear in one hand and a battle axe in the other.

He cleaved Horus's gill bones and pierced the bundle tubes in his neck.

Fresh blood gushed out, splashing into the polluted air.

The Archangel brandished his spear and pierced Horus's abdomen, chest, thigh, and other vital areas.

It pierced through the Power Armour, secondary armor, and flesh that were contaminated by Chaos, eventually penetrating them completely.

Horus was beaten to his knees and cried out in pain.

"This is the end, my brother." The Wolf King's voice was filled with pain and relief. "It's all over now."

The roaring Chainsword slashed down, Horus's head flew up, then crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling endlessly in the dust.

Horus had already died during the final battle of the Horus Heresy.

What appears on the battlefield now is nothing but the remnants of the past. Now even those remnants have been shattered, and even the last vestiges of existence have vanished.

Loken and the other returning Luna Wolves felt a strange sadness in their hearts.

Their memories of Horus were rapidly fading; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't retain the memory of the Wolf God.

The Wolf God is completely dead.

Even the concept of existence has been completely erased.

Everything about Horus is over, completely over.

Meanwhile, Magnus was still being whipped by Vulkan, time and time again, until he was reduced to a pulp.

Perturabo and Dorn are fighting.

Equally intense, each collision caused the earth to tremble and flash, with terrifying energy continuously surging forth.

Their grudges had been building for a long time, and now it was time for a final reckoning.

"I never imagined that you could come out of that godforsaken place completely unharmed."

Perturabo blocked Dorn's greatsword, then flipped over and kicked him back.

The Lord of Iron had always known that Dorn was trapped in Khorne's domain.

But he never said it, because he longed to see Dorn finally succumb to Khorne.

That way, he could laugh at his brother mercilessly.

However, Dorn remained unchanged for millions, even tens of millions of years.

Dorn is still the Dorn.

"The steel that boasted of its immortality has rotted away, and the silent, the Stone has built the foundation of the Imperium."

These words kept echoing in Perturabo's mind, causing him immense pain.

Perturabo could not tolerate this.

He was clearly the most outstanding one.

In terms of technological insight, construction, and siege warfare, in what way can Dorn compare to him?

But why Dorn so highly regarded, while he is so poorly regarded?

Perturabo continued to swing his massive hammer, attempting to defeat Dorn.

However, Dorn is like a giant wall.

No matter what kind of attack he launched, the opponent remained unmoved, calmly resisting his offensive.

"Have you become so arrogant that you no longer even bother to speak to me?"

Perturabo roared,

Dorn simply looked at him with a calm gaze.

This caused the Lord of Iron to break through his defenses somewhat.

If Dorn roars in anger, or shouts that he will kill him,

Honestly, he could accept it all.

But the most hurtful thing is when the other party doesn't say a word.

Silence is the greatest contempt.

Perturabo launched attack after attack, Dorn blocked it time and time again.

The clash between the two sides ultimately unleashed an unimaginable storm.

However, even with Perturabo exerting all his strength, Dorn remained as calm as ever.

With Horus's death, the Archangel and the Wolf King came to Dorn's aid.

Perturabo was immediately surrounded and attacked by the three Primarch.

He roared repeatedly, swinging his giant hammer in an attempt to defeat his three brothers.

However, anger changes nothing.

In the end, he was punched in the face by the Wolf King and fell heavily to the ground.

Perturabo wanted to get up and continue fighting.

The three Primarch swarmed forward, punching, kicking, slashing, and stabbing.

They Lord of Iron to the point of incapacitation and captured him alive.

"Despicable and shameless."

"What kind of hero wins by outnumbering the enemy?"

Perturabo kept shouting, filled with rage.

The Archangel ignored him and simply used the Dimensional Cube to seal him away.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Fulgrim also faced his darkest moment.

His opponent was Ferrus Manus.

"Before, I could cut off your head once; now, I can do it again."

Fulgrim's inability to defeat Ferrus Manus for a long time fueled his extreme frustration.

"Is that so?" Ferrus Manus's voice was hoarse, yet filled with unparalleled anger.

Each collision between the two sides unleashes a terrifying energy storm.

Neither can do anything about the other.

But when Guilliman joined the battle, the situation instantly reversed.

Previously, Fulgrim had lost an arm, which had never recovered.

Now, besieged by two loyal Primarch, they are in dire straits and are being beaten without any chance to fight back.

After a fierce battle,

Guilliman plunged a short sword into Fulgrim's neck.

In an instant, blood carrying a strange fragrance gushed out, a truly gruesome sight.

"This is back to you, Fulgrim."

Guilliman shouted.

Fulgrim tried to say something, but the gushing blood choked him, and he coughed up blood repeatedly, unable to speak.

"This is also repaying you," Ferrus Manus roared.

He swung his flaming Warhammer,

Hit from below, aiming for the opponent's chin.

The Daemon Primarch's chin shattered instantly, and its massive body was sent flying backward.

Ferrus Manus strode over, swung his heavy hammer, and broke Fulgrim's limbs one by one.

Under Zi Feng's hateful gaze, he used the Dimensional Cube to seal him away.

"You won't die so easily, because that kind of punishment is simply not enough to punish the crimes you've committed."

Ferrus Manus said calmly.

Daemon Primarch fell one after another.

Even Mortarion couldn't hold on any longer.

"This time, no one will save you."

"Didn't I tell you last time that I'd get Typhus to fight me? Why is it still you, this nobody, who's still here?!"

Jagatai's tone was mocking.

Every single sentence was infuriating, enough to make Mortarion's rotting lungs explode with rage.

But he couldn't defeat Jagatai.

Due to a variety of factors, Jagatai had become stronger than him.

Now, one person is so overwhelming that he can't even lift his head.

After a fierce battle, Mortarion was defeated by Jagatai once again.

"There's absolutely no joy in beating a piece of trash."

Jagatai's voice was calm, yet it broke people's defenses.

When Mortarion attempted to take everyone down with him, he was frozen in place by the radiance emanating from the Dimensional Cube in Jagatai's hand.

"Let it slowly linger in the void."

After saying that, he locked Mortarion inside the Dimensional Cube.

Lorgar needs no further introduction.

Although Lion El'Jonson was old and gray, beating this good-for-nothing was still a piece of cake for him.

Not long after the war began, they pinned this Primarch to the ground and beat him mercilessly.

The beating once drove Lorgar to the brink of mental collapse.

He attempted to draw upon the power of Extragalactic Old Gods, but was interrupted by the Lion, who was already on guard, and then gave him a severe beating.

They really vomited their feces and urine.

Then, they simply and neatly sealed him away along with their own excrement and urine.

Lorgar, trapped in the Dimensional Cube, wore an indescribable look of despair.

If he were sealed away along with his own excrement, he would surely become a laughingstock of all mankind.