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Chapter 631 A glance for ten thousand years

Fugen's decision, like a final judgment, carried an unquestionable and absolute will, forcefully penetrating the consciousness of all the leaders of the Emperor's Son War Gang.

Those warbands scattered across the battlefield, indulging in their own small "carnivals" and killing sprees, were forcibly drawn away by this powerful and twisted psionic energy, like wild beasts dragged by invisible chains, converging towards a common focal point.

The massive and twisted battleship "Ultimate Carnival" once again became the absolute core of the entire Chaos Fleet.

Its majestic hull exuded a suffocating psionic pressure, and the countless writhing reliefs on its surface seemed to emit silent screams at the same time, resonating with the will of its master.

An unprecedented, ultimate offensive, personally led by the Primarch, began to gather madly around it.

Fugen's perception, greatly enhanced by the chaos, had locked onto the "Final Forge Plaza" in the core area of ​​the Orbit Forging City.

In his distorted vision, the area was a complex landscape, surrounded by a massive, ancient furnace that had been rendered useless by the war and a sturdy teleportation array platform. It was both a perfect place for his army to unleash their destructive "art" and seemed to conceal a key path to the hideout of his brother, Feralus.

He was fanatically convinced that this would be the final stage for him to force Feralas to appear, and the perfect theater for their millennia-long fates to intertwine once again.

Unbeknownst to him, in the depths of the foundations of those magnificent buildings, seemingly ravaged by artillery fire and on the verge of collapse, beneath and around this site of his chosen decisive battle, the Stasis Field Node of the Great Sage Kaul had been secretly installed like a sleeping beast.

The energy conduits, like a silver network of blood vessels, are buried deep beneath the rocks and steel, silently connecting several massive geothermal energy cores that have been charged to a critical state and are in standby mode. They are just waiting for a signal to turn this hundred-meter-wide airspace into an eternal prison.

The main force of the Ash Knights and the psionic knights of the Nearl family had already quietly entered their pre-set ambush and blockade positions under the cover of the ruins and the massive industrial pipeline system.

Master Hathor's mobile command node is hidden in the ruins of an enhanced observation tower at the edge of the plaza.

Her gaze was as calm as ice as she rapidly scanned every coordinate and status report that kept refreshing on the tactical screen, waiting for that one and only activation signal from the Primarch or Chen Xi.

In the shadowiest corner, another extremely secretive force has also taken its place.

They are few in number, but their very existence is like a time paradox, exuding a cold and sharp "perfect" aura that is out of place with the bloody chaos of the current battlefield.

The leading figure was completely shrouded in a specially designed stealth field and a powerful psychological suggestion barrier. Only those with extremely keen senses could catch a fleeting glimpse of an unnatural spatial distortion and an occasional, heart-stopping sense of familiar outlines—outlines that bore a striking, subtle resemblance to the Iron Lord on the other side of the battlefield.

They are Chen Xi's final insurance policy, the most unexpected and deadly countermeasures against the target, and another trump card she has hidden deep in her sleeve.

The stage has been set up silently, and all the actors are hidden behind the curtain. The menacing power and surging energy are gathering in the shadows, waiting for the protagonist who is destined to become the focus to take the stage.

The final moment of the forge arrived with a deafening roar as Fugen completely lost his last bit of patience.

The Primarch's massive fleet, like a swarm of locusts of destruction, cast an all-encompassing, malevolent shadow over the Final Forge Square.

Chaotic energy began to violently distort the physical structure of the plaza, and the air rippled with ominous iridescent waves due to the dense psionic energy, as if the omens of the end times were materializing.

Felus Manus stood atop the main defensive barrier at the other end of the plaza, her "Gorgon Skin" slightly bubbling under the overwhelming, powerful, and familiar pressure of chaotic psionic energy.

His silver-gray eyes coldly assessed the surging, chaotic waves ahead, while efficiently processing the final status confirmation reports from all combat units.

She knew that the long wait and sacrifice were about to come to an end, and the carefully orchestrated finale had arrived.

She raised the massive, powered warhammer, inscribed with ancient Medusa runes and vows of immortal victory. The cold hammerhead sliced ​​through the foul air, pointing steadily at the largest and most twisted flagship in the sky.

This seemingly simple action carries the absolute willpower under immense pressure.

"For the Emperor! For Medusa!"

Her battle cry was like the thunderous impact of ten thousand pieces of refined gold, clear, cold, and resolute, yet it instantly spread throughout the entire steel defense line, precisely igniting the indomitable fire in the hearts of every loyal soldier.

This roar seemed to finally pull the trigger on the massive trap that was the Final Forge Plaza.

Just as the chaotic army surged toward the center of the plaza like a tidal wave, four psionic knight mechs appeared suddenly, their heavy yet firm steps echoing as ancient guardians awakened from the shadows of ruins.

The leading mech was particularly tall and majestic, with the glorious emblem of the Nearl family clearly engraved on its shoulder armor—a morning star shining brightly in the surging psionic light.

Maria Nearl's voice, clear and firm, emanated from the mech's loudspeaker, carrying an unquestionable majesty and a sense of holiness: "In the name of the Emperor, purify this place!"

The psionic knight mechs simultaneously raised specially modified weapons, which were not traditional explosive cannons or molten guns, but ancient devices that condensed the purest psionic power.

Maria's mech arms spread forward, and a huge and complex holy rune woven from pure psionic energy suddenly appeared in the air, radiating a blazing light that dispelled all darkness and filth.

"Psionic Storm!" she shouted sternly.

In an instant, centered on the four psionic knights, an invisible yet irresistible psionic shockwave formed a perfect ring and rapidly spread outwards.

Wherever it passed, the low-level demons, like snow exposed to the intense light of a star, let out shrill screams and quickly melted away, the chaotic matter that made up their bodies being completely purified and returned to nothingness.

The Noise Warrior's sonic weapons instantly lost their sound and became distorted and ineffective under the impact of this pure psionic energy. The chaotic psionic energy field in the space was forcibly smoothed and neutralized, clearing the most critical energy obstacle for the activation of the stasis field.

Maria's mech did not stop moving.

It was like a mobile sacred fortress, each step firmly trampling the chaos and filth of the ground, the runes engraved on its armor constantly shining, maintaining a powerful purifying field.

More psionic spells were unleashed in succession: a massive psionic shield rose like a dome, protecting the surrounding friendly units; shimmering psionic chains shot out from the void, precisely binding the powerful Chaos Champion and the terrifying War Engine; a continuous psionic purification aura was maintained around her, constantly dispelling any warp contamination that attempted to re-converge.

The knights of the Nearl family performed their duties perfectly, silently and efficiently clearing the battlefield and creating an ideal environment for the final battle.

Fugen did indeed notice this sudden, powerful, and pure spiritual energy.

This power, so contrary to his own corrupt nature, successfully captured his brief attention.

However, when he saw clearly through the gradually clearing battlefield air that he saw the familiar figure standing in the center of the square, holding a huge warhammer, all his distracting thoughts and curiosity were instantly thrown to the back of his mind and burned away in the flames of his twisted and burning emotions.

In his eyes, there was only that figure, the only opponent he had longed for for ten thousand years, the one he wished he could destroy completely or embrace and become one with.

"Ferus!" Fugen's shout tore through the clamor of the battlefield, his voice filled with a twisted, almost manic intensity of emotion, yet strangely mixed with a barely perceptible, morbid ecstasy. "You've finally decided to see me!"

(End of this chapter)