Wander! Blue Star People

When Chen Fan lost contact, the coalition government panicked for a while.

They adjusted their policies, became more aggressive, and maintained their policy inertia after Chen Fan resumed contact.

The most obvious point.

The Combined Government provided the Emperor with additional equipment, including an improved version of Pure Space, which could drain a star system of the Warp in an instant, ensuring that all things related to the Warp were incapable of taking effect.

This device was on the flagship of Horus. The Primarchs had not used it since they came to this universe, so the Warp did not know about this technology they had mastered.

The demon Magnus had no idea what Horus was talking about.

Device?

No device can stop Magnus, the greatest psyker of the 40th millennium!

The demon Magnus observed his brothers.

Although he was not sure exactly where the Corpse Emperor was sitting, the expressions and appearance of these brothers were exactly the same as in his memory.

Just as abominable!

"Brothers, I didn't expect to see you again in the age of eternity, well, you at this time." Demon Magnus said frivolously, "How cute."

"do you know?"

"In my spare time, I will also recall the early days, when we were harmonious and loving, playing the house game of the Emperor's Children."

Demon Magnus sighed, completely unaware of the strange looks in his eyes.

He was like this before he fell. He thought he had unparalleled wisdom and thought that he was a strong contender for the Imperial Warmaster, just like Horus and Sanguinius.

As a result, he did the stupidest thing.

The Emperor sat on the golden toilet and became what he is now, and half of the credit is due to the demon Magnus.

But even so, Demon Magnus showed no regrets.

He still thinks he is the smartest.

"Magnus!" Abaddon, chosen by the four gods, felt threatened and said anxiously, "Stop talking nonsense and take me away quickly!"

He wanted something from Magnus and did not dare to say harsh words to Magnus.

He had a strong feeling.

The Primarchs are planning something, and once they are ready, they may not be able to leave.

But the demon Magnus doesn't think so.

"What's the rush?" He said nonchalantly, "I'm here, are you still worried about your safety?"

Without warning, the ball of light in his hand went out.

The change happened too suddenly, as if it disappeared out of thin air.

quiet--

The Primarchs tilted their heads and looked at the Daemon Magnus.

talk? Don't stop!

Demon Magnus's expression froze, his eyes widened, and he looked at his empty palms in disbelief.

Where is my orb that big?

"Magnus, trash is still trash." Horus curled his lips and said in a deep voice, "Brothers, I'll deal with this trash first. Be gentle when you do it. Don't throw this away before I come back." A Chaos Warmaster was killed."

"Then you have to move faster." Sanguinius said with a smile. As he spoke, he raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

With the nearby Warp gone, the psionic flames of the Emperor's Sword were extinguished, but it remained an undeniable artifact.

"Trash!" Abaddon, chosen by the four gods, glared at the demon Magnus and said angrily.

"This is impossible!" Demon Magnus showed an expression of disbelief.

The warp miraculously disappeared and he was like a fish stranded on the beach.

"Magnus, can't you do all those little tricks you are so proud of?" Horus squinted his eyes and walked towards the demon Magnus. He smiled and said, "Why do you think we have to launch a second attack?" The Great Crusade?”

"This is impossible!" Demon Magnus seemed stunned. He raised his wand, but nothing changed.

The footsteps of Horus brought him great pressure.

He turned his wand in a circle and pointed the tip at Horus.

Clang!

Horus split the demon Magnus's wand with one sword, and then with another sword, made a gash in the arm of the demon Magnus, and foul-smelling pus dripped from his wound.

"Ah!" Demon Magnus screamed.

Without psionic magic, Daemon Magnus was no match for any of the Primarchs, as he devoted so much energy to it that he loosened his fighting skills.

For Horus, killing the psionic demon Magnus was no more difficult than killing a pig.

But he doesn't plan on ending it too soon.

He already knew what Demon Magnus had done, and he wanted to make Demon Magnus suffer.

After half a day, the battle was over.

The mountains and plains were littered with the corpses of Chaos warriors, and the pure space cut off their escape route. They were forced to stay on this planet and fight to the death, but they did not take advantage because the opponent's power was theirs.

A ship sailed to Terra carrying Abaddon and the head of the demon Magnus.

The ship maintains pure space.

The power of the subspace cannot interfere with this spaceship. This spaceship will present the traitor's head to the God-Emperor and fulfill part of the God-Emperor's wishes.

Time flies by.

With the death of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and the major Daemon Primarchs, the Second Great Crusade of the Human Empire went smoothly as never before. The Warp seemed to have given up resistance and allowed the Primarchs to regain their territory.

In the eyes of the Four Gods of Chaos, this is just an insignificant little twist in infinite time.

The only meaning of changes is to bring them more fun.

This parallel time and space is hopeless.

Four of the eight-pointed stars of chaos have been polluted, and the God-Emperor cannot hold on for long. When darkness takes up the majority on the eight-pointed stars of chaos, the tragic ending of the universe is doomed.

The glory of the Second Great Crusade would not last forever.

The battles of the Primarchs against the countless Astartes illuminated the galaxy only briefly in the vast eons of time, a time scale insignificant and a space scale insignificance.

Their sacrifices were also insignificant.

Sad, but true.

"We have finally reached this point." The Emperor stood under the golden throne, looking up at the tortured God-Emperor.

He could feel the pain of the God-Emperor.

He and the God-Emperor are essentially the same person, and he can empathize with the God-Emperor more than anyone else.

Pain strengthened Him.

"Guilliman," the Emperor spoke slowly.

A gap opened in the subspace, and Guilliman, who had been silent for a long time, walked out of it. There was a faint indifference in his eyes, and his body seemed to be composed of a bunch of illusory gears.

Guilliman awakened to the true nature of the Warp and became the racial god of humanity.

With the help of the God-Emperor, the erosion of faith on Guilliman was suppressed to a minimum, and Guilliman still maintained his independent sanity.

Today, two gods of erosion and destruction, and a kind main god will be born here. (End of chapter)