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Such a terrible scene, everyone is terrified.

Even though many traitors were tortured by the ether storm, they still showed joy on their faces.

They were surprised by the power of Magnus.

The traitor army watching roared and cheered.

"Kill him, Magnus."

"Tear this little bird apart."

"I will devour her soul and exile her to the subspace to torture her for 10,000 years."

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Countless demons and traitors made blasphemous and threatening sounds.

Faced with these ugly things, Kaisha just smiled and said: "Execute the blocking procedure.".

Her voice was not loud, and only the people next to her could hear it.

For cross-universe communication, the volume of her voice did not matter.

The transmission speed and distance would not change due to the volume of her voice.

As her voice fell.

Everyone subconsciously felt something passing through their bodies.

It's hard to express that feeling.

It's like a consciousness level, like a soul level.

It's like something was cut off.

The violent ether storm just now calmed down in an instant.

It's like a gurgling spring has been cut off from its source.

The blood-red giant eye created by Magnus flashed in the sky and then disappeared.

The strange breath also dissipated in the air.

As the connection to the negative universe was cut off.

The evil demons and weirdness that were rampant in Terra were gradually disintegrating.

The demons controlled by the evil god were sucked into the gap between the subspace and the real world with angry screams.

Their entities in the real universe are just some special projections, and their real bodies are still in the subspace.

If the link is cut, they can no longer exist in the real universe.

The influence of the power of the gods in the physical universe is weakened.

All the supernatural plagues and demons have disappeared.

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Even the strange bloody sun in the sky has regained its former glory.

The bright and warm golden sunlight pierces the clouds and shines on the tired, blood-stained bodies of the loyalists, as if soothing their pain, telling them that the darkest struggle is over and hope is coming.

This scene stunned the rebellious primarchs, and their faces engraved with chaos runes showed panic expressions.

Without the power of the gods, how could they be the opponents of the loyalists?

The shouts of Guilliman's troops came, close at hand, and it would only take a few minutes to kill here.

Without the demons, their offensive was more fierce and their advance was faster.

The rebel soldiers and legionnaires fell into despair and threw down their weapons.

They could only surrender to the loyalists. Any resistance was meaningless.

It would only make them suffer more misery.Destiny.

The mighty rebels collapsed, melting like ice and snow under the blazing sun.

The cheers of victory came from the ruins and the ruined hive.

The light has come, and there is still hope.

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In the throne room.

The advance of Horus gave the Emperor a last chance.

Magnus had already surrendered to the evil god.

The only one who could take his place was Malcador.

Malcador would not last long, and would kill the chancellor of the Empire.

But this would give him enough time and energy to defeat Horus, weaken the offensive of the gods, and send them back to their own warp.

Fortunately, such a terrible thing did not happen.

Some powerful force interfered with the development of things.

Not only did he send a helping hand to the real war, he also intervened in the struggle of illusion.

In the endless darkness, the gray wolf that Horus embodied has disappeared.

He has thrown himself into the battlefield of reality, trying to completely defeat the loyalists before Guilliman arrives.

Give the Emperor a fatal blow in the outside world and completely disintegrate the loyalists.

More importantly, only the simultaneous attack of two worlds can truly kill the Emperor.

Let the Emperor usher in the moment of destruction and end.

The Emperor is still struggling to support himself, resisting the dark waves that continue to hit him.

In the dark forest of illusion, a skinny old man is walking slowly.

His body is dry and shaky, and no one knows whether he can hold on.

His clothes are torn and old, his skin is covered with wrinkles and folds over time, and his hair is gray.

Only his eyes were pitch black, as deep as the eyes of the portraits of those legendary figures left over from the Dark Ages.

He limped in the dark forest with a cane.

Sharp and cold whispers were heard in the dark forest, and malicious eyes watched the skinny old man to see when he would fall.

The old man looked into the endless darkness and remained silent.

Looking down at the road he was walking on, it was a road of death made up of countless corpses and flesh and blood.

The horror alone was not enough to make people feel scared.

What was even more terrifying was that this road was full of thorns. Every step he took would hurt the old man's dry skin and flesh and blood, bringing unparalleled pain.

His feet were bloody and his skin was ulcerated. In some places, he could even see the white bones, but there was still an unknown distance to walk.

This road stretched very far, very far, into the fog.

No one can see the end of this road.

The creatures lurking in the shadows whisper strangely, leading the old man away from the path of flesh and blood.

The faint whispers promise him a better way.

As long as he walks out of that road, he will be free.to suffer.

The old man turned a deaf ear to these strange voices and just staggered on his own way.

Countless darkness tried to overwhelm the poor old man and eat his flesh and blood.

The old man was already dying, and he couldn't go far.

However, the next second, the sound of fear resounded throughout the darkness, and the dark domain without a trace of light changed.

The thick darkness was like broken glass, and countless cracks appeared in the darkness.

The bright and dazzling light burst out from the cracks, like a sharp sword cutting through the darkness.

Those strange whispers seemed to have been subjected to some terrible invasion, and the piercing screams were deafening.

Unspeakable fear permeated these strange things that feed on fear.

In front of the constantly bursting golden light, no darkness is an opponent.

Those strange whispering creatures were easily wiped out by the light, becoming dust that drifted away with the wind and no one remembered.

Then, the entire dark space collapsed.

The world became a confrontation between darkness and light.

But this was only temporary, and there was no balance.

The light undoubtedly crushed the dense, whispering and strange darkness.

Everything retreated.

The old man looked down and found that the road paved with flesh and bones turned into a bright crystal road, and the thorns that hurt the shriveled skin turned into flowers with fragrance.

A man walked out of the light, looking at the skinny old man with curiosity and inquiry in his eyes.

The man looked extremely handsome and tall, and the bright light burst out from his body, as if every inch of him was made of light.

After taking a look,

The man smiled at the old man and continued to walk towards the darkness.

The miserable voices also faded away.

The old man smelled the fragrance of flowers and looked down.

The road under his feet was still long.

But there were no more horrible flesh and thorns, only glowing crystals and fluttering fragrant flowers.

Even the mist disappeared.

He could clearly see a magnificent and beautiful tower standing at the end of those roads.

A strange feeling emerged in the old man's heart.

He knew that as long as he walked there, he would enter the tower.

The end of the road was that place.

The future was no longer confused and unpredictable.

It was not covered with flesh and thorns.

Everything was changed.

All of this was due to the terrible light emitted by the man.

In the real world.

Terra, throne room.

The Emperor suddenly opened his eyes.

The determined eyes showed a look of disbelief.

Who is that mysterious man?

The evil god that he had been fighting against since the beginning of the war was easily defeated by him.Easily defeated.

"My Lord, have you won?"

Malcador, who stayed beside the throne, whispered, "I can feel that the darkness in the warp has disappeared, and the boundless terrible malice has disappeared."

"Instead, it is light, incomparable light, which makes people feel gentleness, kindness and happiness. My Lord, did you drive those guys away?"

The Emperor shook his head, "The victory on the battlefield was not achieved by me, Malcador. A mysterious power helped us. That power is much stronger than us. Compared with it, it is like a firefly competing with the sun."

"How is the battle outside? My psychic power was cut off not long ago. I don't know why. I can no longer peek into the real universe. I don't know how far the battle outside has developed."

The Emperor's voice had just fallen.

A guard with scars on his armor walked in. Seeing that the Emperor had awakened, he hurriedly saluted respectfully.

"Lord, we have won. Horus, Fulgrim and other rebellious Primarchs have been captured, and the rebellion is over."

"Now our troops are controlling the traitors, and those damned horrible demons have been driven back into the warp. Lord, everything is over."

The Custodians told the news that made Malcador and the Emperor happy.

The gods have been defeated.

The rebellious Primarchs were also controlled.

After a while, several wounded Primarchs came in from outside.

Guilliman also came.

With them were the Custodians such as Valdor.

Traitors such as Horus and Magnus have been tied up.

Even Curze, who was captured earlier, was escorted up.

In addition to these, there was also a female warrior with white wings behind her, a beautiful appearance, and a kingly aura.

A smiling, elegant male scholar.

Waldo saluted the Emperor and said, "We have won, my Lord. These are the Primarchs who disobeyed you. They have been tied up and are waiting for your judgment and end."

After saying this, Waldo looked at the elegant scholar and the angel warrior with a royal temperament.

"These two are envoys from the Multiverse Empire. They come with good intentions. It is with their help that we can control these rebellious Primarchs and stop this war that makes us feel desperate."

"They claim to face the Supreme Ruler and read out the will and constitution of the Multiverse Empire to bring peace, happiness and the future we dream of to this universe.".