Magnus' right hand slowly closed as if time had slowed down.

Each of his movements seemed so slow and graceful, as if it was not just a simple fist-clenching action, but he was holding the fate of a planet in his hands.

As his fingers gradually tightened, the psychic sphere in his palm, which was originally shining with dazzling golden and white light, began to undergo miraculous changes.

It seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, constantly collapsing and deforming, and the light gradually dimmed from the initial dazzling brightness, and finally transformed into a deep and depressing dark red hue, just like a dying star in the last moment of its life, bursting out with all its strength.

At the moment when this psychic sphere completely completed its transformation, a low groaning sound suddenly came from the surrounding space, as if it was a painful wail caused by being unable to withstand the pressure of this powerful force.

With Magnus as the center, the surrounding space was like a lake with a huge rock thrown into it, with ripples spreading out in all directions.

The pulse engine nozzles of the Tau Empire fleet suddenly went out, and the blue tail flame was like a extinguished candle.

The railgun's charging coils dimmed, and the weapon array's servos hummed in death.

The lights inside the battleship went out one by one, the gravity generator failed, and the data boards, tools, and even the loose crew members suspended in the air all strangely stagnated in mid-air.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and the entire universe fell into an eerie silence.

On the bridge of the Tau Empire's flagship "Aether's Wrath", Admiral Thor's body was completely stiff, his fingers tightly clasped on the command console, as if he wanted to dig a hole in the hard metal surface.

His eyes were wide open, his eye sockets almost cracked, and the last frame on the tactical screen was reflected in his irises.

That was the god-like figure of Magnus and the collapsing ball of destructive light in his hand.

A low roar came from the admiral's throat. It was the sound of his roar, but it was suppressed by some invisible force. His vocal cords refused to vibrate and he couldn't make even a sound.

He wanted to turn around and run away from this horrific scene, but his body seemed to be restrained by a powerful force and he was completely unable to move.

His muscle fibers seemed to be cast in metal, hard and cold, and even his fingertips could not tremble.

To his even greater horror, he suddenly felt his heart stop beating.

No, it didn't stop, but it became extremely slow, and the interval between each heartbeat seemed to be stretched into a long century.

During this endless wait, Magnus' fingers finally slowly closed together, making a crisp "click" sound.

The sound spread strangely in the vacuum, like a death knell, ringing in everyone's heart.

In an instant, the golden spiritual energy fluctuations burst out suddenly with him as the center like a dazzling lightning. This powerful energy was like the halo of a supernova, sweeping across the entire star field at an astonishing speed.

Wherever they passed, strange traces of rust began to appear on the surface of the Tau Empire's warships.

These rust marks are not ordinary oxidation, but the corruption of time itself.

They are like the tentacles of time, tightly wrapping around the battleship, causing it to gradually lose its luster and vitality.

The armor of the "Aether's Wrath" was the first to fail to withstand the impact of this force and began to collapse.

The nanocomposite metal plate loses its original luster at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its molecular structure quickly disintegrates under the erosion of time.

The armor that was once extremely strong has now become fragile, like an ancient building that has been eroded by time for hundreds of years.

Orange-red rust began to seep out of the riveted joints. The rust seemed like the blood flowing from a warship, carrying a smell of decay.

The explosion-proof hatch was also twisted and deformed under the influence of this force, and the hinges were instantly reduced to powder. The entire ship looked like a cultural relic that had just been unearthed after being buried for tens of millions of years, exuding an atmosphere of oldness and decay.

Meanwhile, on the bridge, Thor watched in horror as his fingers began to wither.

The muscle tissue under his skin shrank rapidly like wind-dried leather. His originally plump fingers became dry and fragile, revealing the white finger bones.

His blood seemed to have lost the ability to flow in his blood vessels, gradually solidifying into black powder and oozing out from all parts of his body.

His ears were so sharp that he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own bones breaking, which was the mournful sound of calcium being rapidly lost as time accelerated.

The sound was subtle and terrifying, as if it was the countdown of his life.

"No..." A desperate thought flashed through his mind, but his thoughts were still barely functioning. However, his vocal cords had turned into dust under the erosion of time and he could not make any sound.

In the last consciousness of the admiral, he saw an even more horrifying scene. He turned his eyes to the porthole and saw that other Tau Empire warships were experiencing the same fate.

The entire fleet was like a dead leaf thrown into the torrent of time, and in just a few seconds it completed the decay process that should have taken millions of years.

The armor of some warships peeled off, revealing the mummy-like crew members inside. Their bodies had long been drained of moisture by time, becoming shriveled and fragile.

Some warships simply disintegrated, turning into a ball of metal dust that drifted away in space.

Other warships were like balls of paper kneaded by an invisible hand, twisted into grotesque sculptures in silence, as if they were a malicious joke of time.

Magnus is suspended in the center of this graveyard of time, his fiery red body the only existence that has not been eroded by time.

His pupils watched all this calmly, and the birth and death of billions of stars flowed in the golden gem.

As the last Tau warship crumbled into space dust, he gently relaxed his fist.

The remaining spiritual energy dissipated from between fingers like golden sand, outlining a brief constellation pattern in the vacuum, and then returned to nothingness.

"Record."

His voice was beamed directly into every communicator in the Thousand Sons fleet.

“The prediction verification is complete, with an error rate of 0.0001%.”

As it turned to leave, the Imperial fleet began to accelerate.

Those metal fragments that should have floated for millions of years were completely transformed into elementary particles the moment they touched the armor on the imperial battleship.

This fleet, which the Tau Empire had high hopes for, could not even hold out for a few seconds under Magnus's psychic power.

On the other side, Ryan's fleet had already penetrated the vicinity of the capital planet of the Tau Empire and began to prepare for a landing battle.