It had to be the False Emperor's doing!

I really look down on people who are so easily swayed.

Lin En put the communicator that Abaddon had hung up on back on the table.

What a great-grandson! He hangs up the phone when he can't win an argument. What kind of manners is that?

The Chaos Fleet launched a full-scale attack, while the main fleet pressed forward with all its might.

One hundred and fifty Black Legion warships followed the Vengeful Spirit forward.

Immediately afterwards, the side hatches of the Chaos Warship opened one after another, and the demon legion jumped out of the warship, spreading their wings and charging in the void.

The Khorne Army charged at the forefront, while the Bloodthirster legion wielded Chainaxe, their battle cries deafening.

The Plaguebearer of Nurgle drifted slowly behind, a green mist spreading across the void as a swarm of rotten Daemon of Nurgle rushed in.

The minions of the Lord of Change glided along the void, their blue Ravenwing opening and closing, unleashing swarms of spells.

Slaanesh's army of Daemonette demons twisted and darted forward, moving as fast as pinkish-purple ghosts.

Lin En looked at the overwhelming tide of demons surging in through the window, sneered, and switched skills.

[No-Fly]!

I'll fly as much as I can; I'll admit defeat if I can get you to fly here.

The Golden Aura suddenly expanded, extending thousands of kilometers forward and covering the entire battle line, forming a semi-circular shield.

Within this territory, all living beings are prohibited from flying.

The effects were immediate.

The flying demons crashed one after another.

Suddenly, the void beneath their feet offered no leverage, their wings stiffened abruptly, and the inertia flung them forward, causing them to tumble and lose their balance in space, turning them into a rolling gourd on the ground.

The Greater Daemon collided with the minions rushing up from behind, turning into a chaotic mass of flesh.

The minions under the Lord of Change were more cunning; when they charged, they held off the Khorne Daemons.

Seeing that everything in front of them had turned into a mess, the Tzeentch Daemon Ravenwing, turned around, and tried to fly back.

As a result, the No-Fly zone expanded faster than they had imagined, blocking their escape route as well. A flock of Blue Bird helplessly flapped their wings and slid downhill.

Without the ability to fly, the Tzeentch Daemon screamed and tumbled through the void, just like the others.

The Greater Daemon also fluttered in the void, but no matter how fast it flapped its wings, it was useless.

No-Fly zones don't care how big their wings are or how strong their psionic energy is; they can ban them from flying whenever they want.

Only angels are allowed to fly in the sky.

The Imperial Navy seized the opportunity and launched a salvo, firing relentlessly.

Countless artillery shells swept across.

This instantly wiped out tens of thousands of demons.

The Khorne Daemons running at the front didn't even have time to scream before it evaporated instantly.

The demons floating within range were blasted into a cloud of blood mist and cleared away piece by piece.

After the demon legion lost its speed, the Chaos Fleet behind it also fell into disarray.

The original plan was for the demons to charge in and wear down the Imperial Navy's firepower, with the Chaos Warship following behind.

As a result, the demons were all floating in the void, and the Chaos Warship crashed into its own forces as it charged forward.

The Chaos Fleet had no choice but to slow down and detour, causing its formation to break apart.

This is truly a terrible tragedy.

What a bunch of useless trash these demon armies are!

The Chaos Cruisers leading the charge were blocked by demons floating in the void. The captains cursed into their communicators, but despite their cursing, the ships still had to circle around, making a complete mess of the situation.

Momentum is something that diminishes with each passing moment and eventually disappears completely.

While the demons were still floating, the Blood Angels pressed forward, while the Purple Carapace Chapter flanked them from both flanks, tearing apart the Chaos Daemons vanguard's formation!

The Purple Carapace Chapter tasted the demon.

Bah, useless thing.

What space debris?

Demon flesh is a product of the Warp; eating it is like eating paper ash—it has absolutely no nutritional value.

After the insects finished spitting out their vomit, they looked up at the remaining demons, then looked back at the Mothership.

The Mothership feeds them this stuff... there must be a Mothership...

Wronged.

Lin En activated [Psychic Storm].

Centered on the Night Goddess, a psionic hurricane rose from the ground, forming Maelstrom in the void.

The vortex grew larger and larger, sweeping towards the Chaos Fleet.

The Khorne Daemons that weren't hit by the artillery fire were swept up in the storm and spun towards the front of the Imperial Navy.

The wings of the Bloodthirster Legion were torn apart in the storm, howling as they were flung hundreds of kilometers away, landing right in front of the Imperial Navy.

The Imperial Navy is waiting.

The Imperial Navy unleashed another salvo, shattering swathes of demons into dust and annihilating another wave of the demon army.

At this time, all the cannons were equipped with Weapon Enchantment.

The demon army screamed as they turned to ashes, never to return to the Warp.

Lin En slammed his fist on the command table, pointed out the window, and ordered the entire fleet, "All ships, open fire freely! Maintain the rhythm! Destroy them!!!"

*******

Abaddon watched all this from the command platform of the Lupercal's Court on the Vengeful Spirit, his hands gripping the railing tightly in front of him, his teeth clenched.

Outside the Porthole, his attack was turning into a joke.

This Emperor's Envoy is even more troublesome than the intelligence reports suggested.

What did the intelligence report say? A suddenly appearing Emperor's Envoy, Mortals.

He wondered, how troublesome could a Mortals be?

Who would have thought it was just Mortals?!

What kind of Mortals are you?!

His anger also concealed a hidden fear.

Abaddon gripped the railing even tighter.

He didn't know how this Emperor's Envoy knew about those past events.

He remembers. Of course he remembers.

After Horus was promoted to Warmaster, he tried to stop Horus from going to the battlefield, so Horus threatened him. "Ezekyle, how dare you presume to give me any advice on my actions?"

He felt intense shame for offending his father.

Then Horus laughed first, followed by Torgaddon, Loken, Aximand, who then burst into laughter.

Abaddon's face turned bright red, and the brighter it turned, the more the group laughed.

Horus patted him on the shoulder and pinched Aximand's face, saying, "Don't be afraid, my sons, I will always be with you."

At that time, Abaddon was actually quite happy.

Whether they were frightened by Horus or teased by Horus.

He was Horus's proudest son and his most valued successor.

Those things should have been known only to them.

Those who knew about those things should all be dead by now.

Then the Emperor's Envoy read out the conversation from back then, word by word, over the channel.

Abaddon stood in front of the command platform, looking out the Porthole at the vast Golden Light of the Imperial Navy.

A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Even with his current physique Chosen of the Four Gods, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

The False Emperor sat immobile on his Golden Throne, but what if? It's not impossible for someone like the False Emperor to create a clone or two and wander around outside.

Moreover, those words just now were clearly directed at him.

Horus sent them to the temple, and what they had said.

That Emperor's Envoy knows far too much.

Could that Emperor's Envoy really be the Emperor... no, a clone of the False Emperor?!