"I finally understand what you're always tinkering with."

Neos looked at Yang Cheng? Then he looked at Kahn and others who were slaughtering demons on the screen and said slowly.

Before, Neos was curious about why Yang Cheng made so many armors enchanted with psychic power. Now Neos understood that in addition to being wearable, these armors can also solidify the souls of the Cursed Legion, allowing them to move for a long time in the real universe.

At this moment, the battle situation on Eden was turning around. Kahn led the Space Marines to launch a counterattack. They rushed out of the warp and killed millions of demons in just a few breaths.

On the battlefield of Eden, the sky that was originally corroded by Chaos was now torn apart by golden light, as if the wrath of the Emperor fell from the sky and fell on this ravaged land.

Kahn's figure was like a golden lightning, leading countless Space Marine heroes in golden armor to fight out of the cracks in the warp.

Their appearance was like a sharp holy sword, piercing straight into the heart of the Chaos Demon.

Kahn's golden armor shone in the light, and the runes on the surface of the armor seemed to come alive, flowing with psychic light.

His hammer was raised high, the image of the Emperor on the hammer head emitting dazzling light, and every swing would cause a thunder storm.

The moment the hammer fell, the bodies of dozens of demons turned to ashes in the golden thunder, their flesh and blood evaporated in the air, and they didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The demons' attack seemed so fragile in front of Khârn. A Khorne Daemon swung a huge battle axe, the axe blade wrapped with blood and chaotic energy, and chopped directly at Khârn's head.

However, before the battle axe got close to Kahn, it began to disintegrate under the shining golden light.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the demon, and its arms quickly melted in the light. Finally, even its body turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind.

More demons didn't even have a chance to get close to Kahn.

As soon as their eyes touched Kahn's armor, they felt an irresistible force bursting out from their bodies.

Their skin began to crack, golden flames burst out from the cracks, and their flesh and blood burned rapidly in the flames.

A demon tried to cover its eyes with its giant claws, but before it could lift its claws, it was engulfed by golden flames.

Its body twisted in the flames, it let out a shrill scream, and eventually turned into ashes.

"This...what kind of power is this?!"

A Khorne Daemon retreated in horror, Khârn's image reflected in its single eye.

Its body began to disintegrate under the shining golden light, and the heads on the armor fell off one by one and turned into ashes. Its voice was full of fear and despair: "No... Impossible! My power... How could it be..."

The sound was interrupted by Kahn's hammer before it could be fully uttered.

The war hammer was swung down suddenly, and golden thunder burst out from the hammer head, directly piercing through the body of the demon.

The great demon's armor crumbled under the impact of thunder, its flesh and blood evaporated in the light, and finally turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind.

At the same time, Angron appeared on the battlefield.

His body was wrapped in golden psychic energy and bright red rage, and he swung the chainsaw sword in his hand, causing a storm of destruction with every swing. His eyes were cold and firm, staring directly at the group of demons in front of him.

"Kahn, you're back." Angron's voice was low and hoarse, but with a rare hint of relief.

Kahn turned his head and looked at Angron, a smile flashing in his eyes: "Great Gene Father, please forgive my recklessness."

Angron nodded without saying anything else.

He swung his chainsaw axe once more, golden psionic energy bursting out from the blade, pointing directly at the group of demons ahead.

His figure rushed into the group of demons like a burning meteorite.

Every swing would tear the bodies of dozens of demons apart, blood and broken bones flying in the air, and then they were burned to ashes by psychic energy.

Kharn and Angron stood side by side, their figures appearing incredibly tall in the golden light.

Khârn's hammer and Angron's chainsaw axe drew golden trails in the air, and every swing brought a storm of destruction.

Their attacks came like a violent storm, and the demons seemed so small in front of them.

A demon tried to stab Kahn in the chest with its sword, but before the sword touched Kahn's armor, it began to crumble under the golden light.

A trace of fear flashed in the demon's eyes, its arms quickly melted in the light, and finally even its body turned into ashes.

"For revenge!"

"For the Emperor!"

Their figures rushed into the group of demons like two golden lightning bolts. Wherever they went, the demons turned into ashes.

Chaos Mortarion stood on a ruin, his body wrapped in heavy plague armor, which was covered with traces of decay and pus.

In his hand he held a huge sickle, which was filled with the breath of plague and death.

However, he seemed so lonely at this moment.

His gaze crossed the battlefield and fell on Angron and Kaan in the distance.

Their figures appeared extremely tall in the golden light, as if they were the incarnation of the Emperor, leading the warriors towards the other side of victory.

Angron's chainsword and Khârn's hammer drew golden trails in the air, and every swing brought a storm of destruction.

The demons seemed so small in front of them, and even the great daemons of Khorne were reduced to ashes under their power.

A complex emotion flashed in Mortarion's eyes.

An indescribable anger and unwillingness surged in his heart, but more than that, it was a deep sense of powerlessness.

He was once a loyal son of the Emperor, once leader of the Death Guard, and once fought for the future of Mankind.

However, now he stands on the side of chaos and has become the embodiment of plague and death.

"What am I...doing?"

Mortarion whispered, his voice full of pain and confusion.

His palm was tightly gripping the handle of the sickle, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

All the past events emerged in his mind - the years fighting for humanity, the days fighting side by side with his brothers, and the ideals and beliefs he once firmly believed in.

However, all of this was corrupted by the power of Chaos. His body was corroded by plague and his soul was bound by death.

He once thought that the power of chaos could enable him to realize his ideals.

However, he now feels extremely lonely and empty.

"Mortarion, what are you hesitating about?" A deep voice sounded in his mind. It was the whisper of Nurgle, full of temptation and corrupting power. "Join us, you will gain eternal life and endless power. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

At this time, Typhons walked up to Mortarion and said, "You should go help those Khorne demons..."

When Mortarion heard what Typhons said, he made up his mind, looked at him with cold intent, and then swung his scythe down with force.