They sent Angron back?
This was wonderful.
Perhaps Lord Angron had carved his way out of the enemy camp.
After all, he was a Primarch-level daemon, practically a demigod. How could a mere world possibly imprison such a great being?
They looked in the direction indicated by the ritual.
Out in space.
Some immense gravitational force had pulled the world's boundaries from an infinite distance into two extremely close points. Then, under the propulsion and protection of some force field, it instantly crossed between those points, completing a journey across an impossible distance.
"Technology has become this advanced?"
Even Angron was somewhat dumbfounded.
Technology had advanced so far that crossing spacetime over such an enormous distance took only a few seconds. Aside from the Necrontyr, who else in the entire universe could achieve something like this?
Even the Aeldari could not do it. They could cross most of the Milky Way in several hours, but not in a few seconds. Perhaps that was why Gamma World possessed so much technology and could even fish the dead back out of the river of history.
At the place Angron had left behind, his essence had long since been understood. However, the essence of his past self had already been devoured by the Chaos Gods, and he could never change back. The only one who had ascended into a daemon without having his essence devoured was perhaps Mortarion, who had ascended with Nurgle. Due to Nurgle's doting affection, he had not completely consumed Mortarion's essence when he ascended.
But the others had long since been divided among the Four Gods. There was no turning back for them.
"Hey, stop daydreaming. Get to work."
Angron was shoved. Everyone else had already moved, while he was still standing there in a daze. The person beside