The moment the black spot began to expand, the entire subspace's internal dimensions were distorted.

This is not an ordinary expansion, but an existential spread that transcends physical concepts.

The space through which the edge of the black spot passes is not swallowed up, but is completely "reset" by some more fundamental force, just like using an eraser to erase the paint on the canvas, revealing the most original blank space.

When the eternally churning chaotic energy of the subspace touches the edge of the black spot, it is not absorbed or transformed, but experiences the purest "destruction".

Their very existence was completely denied, not even a trace was left.

"Endless destruction..."

Neos's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. The Emperor's spirit unconsciously took a half step back, and for the first time, a look of awe appeared in those eyes that had witnessed the rise and fall of mankind for thousands of years.

He felt the psychic power surging in the depths of the darkness. It was not the chaotic energy common in the Warp, but some kind of older and more violent existence.

This force contains the purest essence of destruction, as if it were the end program preset at the beginning of the universe.

The black spot is expanding at such a speed that time and space lose their meaning.

It was only the size of a needle tip one second ago, but in the next second it had covered the entire chest of the shadow dragon.

This expansion is not linear, but exponential, expanding exponentially every nanosecond, as if it is going to destroy the entire multiverse.

The Hive Mind let out the most shrill scream since its birth.

This is not because of physical pain, but because its collective thinking composed of trillions of Zerg consciousnesses is facing the most fundamental collapse.

The evolutionary laws, devouring instincts, and group consciousness that formed the basis of its existence dissipated like mist in the sun before this destructive force.

The light in the Shadow Dragon's billions of eyes began to become disordered. Some eyeballs suddenly burst, oozing out dark pus and blood; some were directly extinguished and turned into empty holes.

In the real universe, a horrific chain reaction is happening.

Zerg units within billions of light years were stiffened at the same time, their shells quickly turned gray, and then collapsed like weathered sand sculptures.

The fleshy structures inside the Tyranid warships withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the biological weapons that had once devoured countless civilizations turned to space dust in a matter of seconds.

The most terrifying thing is that this destruction does not begin at the physical level, but is directly negated from the essence of existence, as if it was completely erased from the blueprint of creation by some supreme will.

The shadow dragon tore at its chest frantically, and its six giant claws grabbed the black spot with a force that was enough to shatter a galaxy.

However, when the sharp claws touched the edge of the black spot, a horrifying scene occurred. Those limbs made of the toughest biomass and subspace power were like being stretched into some kind of conceptual crusher, and were annihilated inch by inch starting from the fingertips.

This annihilation is not destruction in the physical sense, but the deletion of the record of existence.

There were no wounds or broken surfaces where the forelimbs disappeared, as if those parts had never existed in the first place.

"Endless destruction..."

The corners of Neos' mouth rose slightly.

This smile suddenly made Tzeentch, who was far away in the depths of the Warp, stop all his calculations. It was a knowing smile that even the Weaver of Fate could tremble with fear.

This smile gave Tzeentch an ominous feeling.

The Emperor released the Emperor's Sword, a weapon that symbolized the highest achievement of human civilization. It was now suspended in mid-air. The tip of the sword automatically pointed to the expanding black spot, making a harsh buzzing sound.

"I should have thought of it earlier," Neos said with relief and a strange sense of satisfaction in his voice, "The only thing that can restrain eternal devouring and evolution is absolute destruction."

His eyes penetrated the surface of the black spot and saw the deeper truth. It was not a simple destructive force, but part of a correction mechanism.

Just like the delete instruction in a program, or the apoptotic cells in a living organism, this is the zero-return law that was preset at the beginning of creation.

At this moment, the black spot has expanded to an immeasurable size, and its diameter is comparable to the sum of billions of stars.

The surface is not simply dark, but rather flowing with a deeper "nothingness".

This "nothingness" is not emptiness, not void, but the state before existence, the original chaos before even the concept of "nothingness" was born.

Rather than saying this is a state, it is better to say that it is the embodiment of the power of destruction, denying all existence, erasing all concepts, and returning to the most primitive nothingness.

In the deepest core of the black sun, a soul-shaking scene is taking place.

Countless translucent shadows emerged from nothingness, each of them burning with the never-extinguished fire of revenge.

They have different appearances, but all have the same blood-red eyes - that is the mark of the soul formed by the hatred that transcends time and space.

The last soldiers of Constantinople appeared first. These warriors in tattered armor still had the despair and anger before the bloody dawn of 1453 on their faces.

Their armor was pierced with Ottoman arrows, and blood was still oozing from the wounds.

“For Rome!”

The purple-clad nobles at the head raised the incomplete holy image, which was the last flag flying before the city wall fell.

As these figures merged into the black sun, the shadow of a Byzantine double-headed eagle emerged from Mara's fingertips.

Next to appear are the Cadian survivors who were devoured by the swarm.

These soldiers in tattered uniforms maintained their pre-death postures, some still tightly grasping their melta guns with out of ammunition, and some holding the mutilated bodies of their comrades.

They walked towards the black sun in silence, leaving burning footprints in the void with every step.

When the last Cadian disappeared, a burst of black emblems appeared on Yang Cheng's chest in the center of the black sun.

"For Sanguinius!"

A war cry tore through the silence inside the Black Sun. The blood-soaked Blood Angels marched out in formation, and Dante's death mask had been shattered, revealing his scarred face underneath.

These warriors who died in the Battle of Baal were followed by countless civilians who were devoured by the Zerg.

A little girl who had lost both legs was holding the severed limbs of a Tyranid warrior, her eyes redder than any other warrior's.

The most heartbreaking thing is the appearance of those nameless people. They have no glorious achievements, no recorded sacrifices, but are just insignificant dust in the long river of human history.

They are farmers who were crushed by orcs.

It was the colonists who wailed at the Dark Eldar blood altar.

It is the entire population of a city that was "cleansed" during the expansion of the Tau Empire.

These tiny hatreds gathered into a torrent, injecting the purest will of revenge into Yang Cheng's body.

The desire for revenge was most intense during the Horus Heresy.

Suddenly, the interior of the black sun surged violently, and a bloody crack was torn in the space-time structure.

The most tragic scenes from the Horus Heresy came flooding back, and the rage of loyalty that had been deliberately forgotten by history now found an outlet.

The first thing that came to mind was the scene aboard Istvan V.

Hundreds of Iron Warriors loyalists stepped out of the darkness, their ceramsite armor still scorched by the fire of their own brethren.

Half of the captain's face had been carbonized, and his exposed teeth were tightly biting a piece of shoulder armor engraved with Perturabo's emblem.

“For Olympia!”

Their roars caused blood-red ripples to appear on the surface of the black sun. The bodies of these warriors who had defended their positions until death gradually melted into wisps of red mist with a smell of rust, which wrapped around Mara's right arm.

Next to appear were the mortal auxiliary troops who were sacrificed in the Shadow Crusade.

These ragged soldiers still had sacrificial psychic collars around their necks, and the wounds from the burns of the Warp flames were so deep that the bones were visible.

They marched forward in silence, each step causing the sound of dragging chains to echo within the Black Sun.

A young man with both eyes gouged out suddenly knelt down and took out a still beating heart from his abdomen.

That was the product of the live experiments conducted on him by the Dark Mechanicus.

As the heart merged into the black sun, the mark of the imperial double-headed eagle entangled in iron chains appeared on Yang Cheng's chest.

"Traitors must pay with blood!"

"Face me! Traitor!"

Countless cries from the depths of the soul tore open even more tragic memories.

The remains of the Space Wolves fell from the void, some of them were cut in half by the chainsaw swords of their compatriots, and some were burned to charcoal by sorcery.

The most distinct form was that of a Wolf Priest, with the Night Lord's intestines still hanging from his broken power axe.

When these warriors transformed into silver wolf shadows and merged into the black sun, Yang Cheng's spiritual energy became even colder.

The most breathtaking scene is the Siege of Terra.

On the ruins of the palace's outer wall, thousands of civilians sacrificed in Chaos rituals emerged like a tide. They remained in the postures they were in before death: mothers holding melting babies, soldiers holding bayonets that had long been broken, and low-level technicians of the Mechanicus dragging their lower bodies assimilated by the demon engine.

A girl in a torn black wedding dress suddenly grabbed Yang Cheng's wrist. Her empty abdomen was crawling with Nurgle flies. This was the misfortune she encountered on her wedding day.

As these wronged souls merge into the Black Sun, the power of the God of Destruction and Vengeance grows ever greater.

Neos recognized many of the faces, warriors he had buried during the Great Crusade, and Custodes who had taken fatal blows for him during the Horus Heresy.

There are even older fragments of memory that he has almost forgotten.

In the Stone Age, there were hunters who fought alone against saber-toothed tigers to protect their tribes, and in the Bronze Age, they lit their own sentinels to warn of foreign invasion.

Destruction, Sacrifice, Revenge

Yang Cheng’s authority in the subspace has become clear, and Neos watched all this quietly.

At the moment when the vengeful souls of thousands of humans were completely integrated with Yang Cheng's divinity, the shadow dragon suddenly attacked.

Its huge body, composed of trillions of Zerg consciousnesses, suddenly shrank, accumulating psychic power like a taut bowstring that was enough to shatter a galaxy.

The wounds burned by the black sun spurted out sticky dark purple pus and blood, and every drop of it corroded a memory hole in the void leading to the devoured civilization.

"Roar!!!"

The dragon's roar set off a warp storm, and billions of fangs condensed by psychic energy formed in its mouth.

These fangs are entangled with the final curse of the devoured civilization and are the ultimate killer move of the Zerg Hive Mind.

When it pounced on the transforming black sun, even the four gods' realms trembled.

But the four gods didn't care about this at all. To them, the drama had already reached its climax.

The fire of revenge in the black sun was faster than it.

A black flame composed purely of human negative emotions burst out from the corona.

This is not an ordinary flame, but a "punishment" at the conceptual level.

The final curse of the defenders when Constantinople fell, the unspoken anger of the soldiers before the explosion of Cadia, the dying accusation of the loyalist warriors betrayed by the Chaos Legion...

All the unfulfilled desires for revenge turned into black flames and light that burned everything at this moment.

The moment the black flames hit the shadow dragon, screams in tens of millions of languages ​​rang out in the warp.

The dragon's chest shell was not burned through, but suddenly "remembered" everything.

The memories from the devoured civilization awakened in the flames and began to corrode the collective consciousness of the Hive Mind from within.

The soul thirsting for revenge began to burn the body of the Hive Mind.

The hive mind's thinking became disordered for the first time. It slapped the burned parts frantically, but found that the more it struggled, the faster the "memory pollution" created by the black flames spread.

On the other side, Yang Cheng's body was finally reshaped.

Ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the black sun, like a calm water surface broken by a stone.

The ripples spread rapidly, forming countless cracks on the surface of the corona.

A pale light seeped out from each crack, contrasting sharply with the dark sun, like a dawn suddenly tearing through the darkness.

“Crack—”

With a crisp sound that transcends the material universe, the surface of the black sun finally shattered.

A pale hand stretched out from the crack, its five fingers were as slender and perfect as those of an artist, but with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Every detail of this hand interprets the true meaning of "destruction". The lines on the knuckles seem to be woven from the ending moments of countless parallel universes. The surface of the nails flows with the last light of the extinguished galaxy. In the faintly visible blood vessels under the skin, what is surging is not blood, but the burning sea of ​​stars.

When the hand is fully opened, a miniature image of the universe appears in the palm, in which billions of stars are experiencing supernova explosions at the same time.

The moment the five fingers gently closed, the shadow dragon let out a dimension-shattering howl. One third of its body simply "disappeared".

Not destroyed, not swallowed up, but existence itself is completely denied, just like a chalk drawing on a blackboard being wiped off.

Then, a second hand emerged from the cocoon. This hand moved even more slowly, but with unquestionable majesty.

It grabbed the edge of the crack in the black sun and tore the entire black sun apart like a curtain.

The pale light that burst out from the cracks made the Warp retreat, and even the Four Chaos Gods involuntarily turned their gaze away.

Yang Cheng - or rather, the current God of Destruction Mara - finally walked out of the black sun completely.

His new form made Neos hold his breath. His once jet-black hair now looked like flowing stardust, each strand sparkling with the afterglow of the end of the universe.

The skin has a sickly beauty, as if made from a mixture of lunar ashes and supernova debris;

His eyes have completely transformed into two miniature black holes, and not even light can escape their gravitational pull.

And the pitch-black armor was gathering around Yang Cheng.