When the first piece of material capable of repairing the Webway fell from the machine's outlet, everyone within the Webway instinctively held their breath, fearing that even the slightest disturbance might affect its state.
Although everyone knew that Webway material capable of withstanding the perilous environment of the Warp could not possibly be so fragile, in their hearts, it was still a sacred relic—fragile enough, and precious enough.
The Emperor personally acted, using his psychic power to restrain that piece of Webway material radiating pure light, then used it to mend the breach in the Webway that Magnus had torn open all those years ago.
The Warp daemons roaring as they tried to surge through the gap seemed to be intimidated by the power contained within that pure radiance, and their assault stalled.
But in the next instant, the Greater Daemons of Chaos mixed among the tide of Warp daemons realized humanity's purpose and intentions.
"Stop them!"
"By the Lord of Change, we cannot let humanity seal this breach!"
The Greater Daemons had been sent by the Chaos Gods specifically to target this most vulnerable Webway breach on Terra, and they immediately became desperate.
If humanity sealed the breach, their mission would undoubtedly fail, and they would then face punishment from their respective gods.
At the thought of such dreadful consequences, even though the Cursed One himself stood before them, these Chaos daemons still charged forward one after another with even greater ferocity.
Being slain by the Cursed One's power meant true death, but being punished by the Chaos Gods was truly worse than death. They would rather simply die.
Yet before the human legions guarded by the Emperor, the resistance of these Warp daemons was ultimately futile.
The Emperor held both hands aloft, as though drawing invisible threads.
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