So who Malcador had traded with had become especially clear. At the critical moment of humanity's survival, he must have made a deal with the Void Dragon in Mars's Evernight Labyrinth and Tzeentch in the Warp.
One had used conceptual material power to control the pursuing Men of Iron, while the other god had created electronic demons to forcibly erase the Master Control Protocol and restore the Men of Iron's freedom.
But clearly, those two spectators had no desire to see humanity prosper from then on. They would rather watch humanity offer them entertaining flames of war amid civil war.
Splitting the unstoppable army of Men of Iron into three and cleaving the Milky Way into two opposing halves was what best served the interests of those two gods.
Then Tzeentch's aid against the Finalizers must have been because, in their final moments, the Finalizers had already created the prototype of a god within the Warp—an existence as powerful as the current God-Emperor...
After the Finalizers unleashed the Ascension apocalypse, Malcador and the survivors gathered what remained of civilization. The Human Federation had been shattered, leaving behind only a pile of worlds cut off from one another.
Humanity's Golden Age had finally ended, ushering in a long era of strife.
The suffering wrought by the Finalizers and the revelry of the Aeldari Empire had created the largest and longest-lasting Warp storm in the history of the universe.
That Warp storm became the last straw that broke the camel's back. From then on, the spark of humanity's revival was completely extinguished, leaving only cold ashes to mock the surviving beings.
How Malcador and his organization transported the Ascension Throne to Terra and transformed it into the Golden Throne was no longer known. Lin Fan could roughly guess what the situation had