Magnus's psychic energy gradually receded like a surging tide, as if the entire universe was trembling in the aftermath of this powerful force.

As the psychic energy dissipated, Magnus' figure slowly regrouped on the bridge of the "Radiance", and his presence became more and more real.

The brass armor on his body was flickering with a faint light, and the jumping energy arcs on it had not yet completely dissipated. These arcs were like nimble little snakes, moving across the surface of the armor, making slight crackling sounds.

The red light in Magnus's single eye gradually dimmed, like a flame that had burned out, and finally returned to its scholarly calm appearance.

His slender fingers were as graceful as a pianist's hands, gently stroking the psychic tome hanging on his chest.

The book seemed to feel his touch and trembled slightly, then calmed the last bit of restless energy, as if it were a comforted child, lying quietly on his chest.

Outside the bridge, the void where the modular city was supposed to be suspended now became unusually empty. There was not a trace of debris, nor any blazing flames, only an absolutely pure darkness.

This darkness is not ordinary darkness, but a kind of nothingness so deep that even light cannot penetrate it.

This is the trace of Magnus's psychic annihilation. His power is so great that even space itself is reshaped.

In this void, everything was wiped out, leaving only silence and darkness, as if time had stopped flowing here.

The Thousand Sons wizards knelt on the ground in silence, not daring to look directly at the pressure that was still surrounding the Primarch.

"As expected of Brother Magnus!" A clear voice sounded from the void.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Sanguinius hovering outside the porthole like a god, his snow-white wings fully spread, and every feather sparkling with holy light under the eerie purple light of Comoros.

In his hand, he was holding a spire of pain that had been uprooted! The spire was towering into the sky, and countless wailing souls were entangled in the tower. They were struggling in pain, as if trying to break free from this terrible bondage.

Sanguinius tilted his head slightly, his long, silky golden hair dancing in the wind, like an angel descending to earth. His eyes passed through the porthole and fell directly into the bridge, a look full of approval.

Seeing this, Magnus raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely noticeable smile.

He nodded, then lightly tapped the console, and the protective cover of the porthole slowly opened like a curtain of water, allowing the holy light of the wings to shine into the bridge unhindered.

"It's just clearing out some unsightly creatures." Magnus' voice returned to its usual gentleness, as if his act of directly destroying the modular city was not a big deal.

Sanguinius chuckled, seeming a little unimpressed by Magnus's modesty.

With a flick of his wrist, the spire hundreds of meters high was thrown out like a javelin, with a fierce momentum, accurately smashing through the Dark Eldar fortress tens of thousands of kilometers away.

Amid the roar of the obsidian cracking, the angel elegantly wiped away the non-existent dust in his palm: "Efficiency comes first, isn't it?"

On the Ash Chronicle, Lorgar stood in a corner where shadows intertwined, the scriptures on his gray robe slightly hot.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the metal cover of the "Sacred Words", and his gray eyes reflected the still collapsing webway structure in the distance.

“Ah, that’s a bit of a hassle.”

The sigh was so soft that it was almost inaudible. The prophet's vision allowed him to see more.

The ripples created when Magnus tore the void were spreading along the veins of the web to the unknown depths.

Those startled beings opened their eyes, and their greedy gazes stuck to the curtain of reality like mucus.

His knuckles turned white from the exertion.

The four gods must have noticed this farce, and their hungry gazes almost burned through his soul.

Luo Jia knows the temperament of those "spectators" too well. When the chess players get tired of the stalemate, they will simply overturn the chessboard.

"I hope there's still time to clean up the mess..." He muttered to himself, but he clearly heard a hoarse voice laughing in his ear.

"Want to give it a try? False gods."

Luo Jia looked towards the shadow, and a holy light bloomed from his body. The demon who was peeping at Luo Jia in the shadow was submerged by the light in an instant.

"I am not afraid of you, nor am I afraid of your master."

"There is only one God in the world, and that is my father, the great Lord of Mankind, the Emperor."

"And you are nothing but a bunch of running dogs of false gods."

As Lorgar's voice fell, the four gods hiding in the veil of the warp couldn't help but smile at each other. Generally speaking, the more faith a person has, the more paranoid and crazy they will become after their faith is shattered.

However, they underestimated Lorgar. They did not know how much loss such a Primarch would cause them in the near future.

The waves of the subspace are surging in a dimension that ordinary people cannot perceive.

In the Brass Fortress of Khorne, the Blood God crushed the blood pool that was showing the battle situation in Commorra.

"Boring!" The roar shattered the three levels of the sky, "Just tear open the webway! Let the blood irrigate the golden throne!"

Tzeentch's grimoire moved without wind, and nine conspiracies unfolded simultaneously.

The Lord of Change's fingers slid across the long river of fate, laying ninety-nine traps at a certain critical point. "Let them struggle..." Countless bird beaks uttered lies at the same time, "The fall of those who struggle is the most delicious."

In the plague garden of Nurgle, the benevolent father slowly stirred the cauldron. "Everyone will die and rot..." The sticky blessing dripped on the webway image, "But we can ask them to help us open a path first..."

There was a crazy laugh from the palace of Slaanesh. The Lord of Pleasure tapped the void with his whip, and the killing pleasure of every Comorian warrior became a dessert for him.

"Kill more! Make it hurt more!" The long purple tongue licked his lips, "When the webway is broken, I want the one with the golden wings..."

Magnus suddenly raised his head, his one eye looking somewhere in the void. Sanguinius's wings also tensed unnaturally, and the holy sword spontaneously ignited with golden flames.

"Feel it?" the Crimson King asked softly.

The angel nodded slowly, and the halo reflected the abnormal ripples in the air: "The Webway is...trembling."

All of Lorgar's scripture chains suddenly straightened. His pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip. In the prophet's unique vision, the webway node representing Comoros was being entangled by countless subspace tentacles, and cracks had appeared in those purple-black veins.

"Everyone." The Primarch of the Word Bearers strode out of the shadows, his voice unusually tense, "I suggest speeding up the process. I'm afraid we have more troublesome guests who want to -"

His warning was interrupted by a sudden shock.

The soldiers on the entire front line looked up at the same time, and the sky over Comoros cracked.

It was not the chaotic vortex common in the warp rift, but a scar torn by pure violence.

The fabric of reality was like a thin sheet of parchment, fragile and ripped apart by some terrifyingly powerful force.

With a dazzling light, a burning figure fell straight down from the huge crack. This figure was like a falling blood-red star, carrying blazing flames, and smashed into the obsidian ground of Comoros at an astonishing speed.

All I heard was a loud bang that shook the earth - "BOOM!!!"

This powerful impact force spread outward in a circular manner like a volcanic eruption.

All buildings within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers collapsed in an instant and turned into ruins.

Amid the smoke and dust, a figure slowly stood up from the ruins.

He was Angron, and he exuded a terrifying aura.

He held two huge chain axes tightly in his hands. The chain teeth on the axe blades of "Blood Father" and "Blood Son" were spinning madly, making bursts of hungry roars.

Angron's armor was covered with lava-like lines, which glowed faintly with his breathing.

With every breath he took, a cloud of white smoke with a sulfurous smell would come out of his nostrils, as if a never-extinguishing fire was burning in his body.

"Alien! Alien! Alien!"

At this moment, a dozen dark shadows flashed out from the ruins like ghosts.

These shadows are none other than the Nightmare Squad, Comoros' most elite killing unit.

Their pitch-black armor was engraved with painful runes that glowed strangely in the darkness.

Every weapon in their hands is tempered with a neurotoxin that can easily knock down a giant beast. Once this toxin invades the enemy's body, the enemy will lose the ability to resist in an instant.

"Kill him! For Comoros!" The leading nightmare warrior let out a shrill war cry, and the double-edged scythe emitted a deadly purple light.

Angron responded with a roar that shattered glass.

"Alien!!" Angron shouted as he swung the Blood Father axe in his hand like a whirlwind. The axe blade swept across, bringing with it a storm of blood.

The first three nightmare warriors who rushed over didn't even have time to scream. Their armor shattered in an instant like paper, and their bodies were torn into countless pieces by the chainsaw, turning into a bloody rain that fell all over the ground.

The muscles in Angron’s left arm suddenly swelled, veins wriggling under his skin like earthworms.

He roared, and Blood Son slashed upward with the axe blade, easily cutting through the body of the fourth member of the Nightmare Team from the hip to the crown of the head, splitting him in half.

crunch--

At the same time, the bone blades of several other members of the Nightmare Squad finally touched Angron's shoulder armor.

However, they were surprised to find that although the bone blade had penetrated half an inch, it could no longer move forward at all.

At this moment, Angron's hand shot out as fast as lightning and firmly grasped the head of one of the enemies.

His thumb dug deep into the enemy's eye socket. With a teeth-grinding squeezing sound, the head wearing the skull mask exploded like a smashed watermelon, with brain matter and blood splattering everywhere.

"Gaba!"

The fallen Nightmare Warrior struggled in pain, trying to get up from the ground.

However, Angron's boots had already stepped on him heavily like a mountain crushing an egg. With the crisp sound of broken bones, the body of the nightmare warrior completely collapsed to the ground, unable to move anymore.

The obsidian ground cracked under the heavy pressure, his chest collapsed like an eggshell, and his internal organs spewed out from his mouth and anus at the same time, spreading out a sticky purple-black paste in the dust.

The remaining Nightmare Squad retreated at the same time, their pupils beneath their tactical masks shrinking drastically.

They had never seen such pure violence. To them, it was not a fighting skill or an art of killing, but the most primitive instinct of destruction.

The two sides were engaged in a brief standoff.

Angron's chainsaw axe dripped with purple blood, and the stench spread throughout the field.

He could smell the sour stench of his enemies' fear, hear their racing heartbeats, a beautiful melody.

“Come on!” He opened his arms and showed his bloody teeth, “Show me what you can do!”

The Nightmare Squad raised their weapons in unison.

At this moment, a scream was heard from the sky.

The "Blade-Winged Raven" jet fighter swooped down like the god of death.

This Dark Eldar aerial reaper was pitch black with poisonous green light flashing along the edges of its wings. Its six-barreled poison crystal cannons fired simultaneously, spraying a barrage of bullets powerful enough to melt adamantium.

Angron did not dodge or evade.

The poison crystal bullets hit him and exploded into purple flames, and the corrosive acid hissed on the surface of his armor.

The Primarch simply shook himself, like a wild animal shaking off rain.

His pupils locked onto the fighter plane and he suddenly jumped up. He grabbed the ankle of a Nightmare Warrior with his left hand and his muscles contracted like a hydraulic press.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

The Nightmare Warrior's body was thrown out like a cannonball, leaving a shrill scream in the air.

Before the pilot could evade, the cockpit was smashed to pieces by the humanoid missile.

The "Blade-Winged Crow" exploded into a fireball in mid-air, and the burning wreckage fell like raindrops around the Nightmare Squad.

Angron's figure appeared and disappeared in the light of the explosion.

"Blood Father" split the first enemy's skull, and brain matter splashed along the saw teeth.

"Blood Son" cut the second enemy in half, and his upper body was kicked to pieces while still in the air.

As the third member of the Nightmare Squad raised his weapon, Angron's headbutt shattered his nose, and his spine was pierced out from his crotch by the impact...

When the last Nightmare fell, Angron stood in a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

His chainsaw axe was red and smoking from overuse, and purple blood was pooling at his feet above his ankles.

The Dark Eldar army in the distance began to flee, but the Primarch simply licked the blood from the axe blade.

"Not enough... Not enough..."

Angron could feel the desperate aura of these aliens, which made his eyes turn red and filled him with power.

"Alien! Alien! Alien!"

"For the Emperor! Kill!"

Countless World Eaters followed Angron's footsteps, closely following Angron's huge body that was as big as a hill.

Angron looked towards the spire in the deepest part of Comoros. The bloody smell there made his blood boil.