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Chapter 328 The Aether Engine is Completed

A mournful cry echoed through the Milky Way as Slaanesh was struck by the sword of Eldar Death.

The sword, symbolizing the end of all things, severed the arm of this Chaos God, causing him to let out a cry comparable to a first cry.

The sound resounded throughout the entire subspace, stirring up terrifying storms.

Countless ships navigating in subspace rose and fell like fallen leaves in a towering wave.

The crew on the ship were so frightened they collapsed, each one praying for a safe return to the real universe.

Those races that had not yet ventured into space felt a deep sense of panic and unease, yet they were unaware of the reasons behind it.

"grim Reaper!!"

Slaanesh looked at Eldar Death with a rare expression of fear.

The means severed by the sword of death are permanent; they are a conceptual erasure and severance.

Even the Chaos God could not change this; he could not regenerate an arm.

"It's time to end this, Dark Prince."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Eldar Death God continued his attack.

Other god-level beings also took action.

They attempted to destroy Slaanesh in one fell swoop and completely defeat this god of chaos.

Those ancient star gods were exceptionally motivated; they all longed to personally kill a Chaos God.

For them, this is definitely something to be proud of for the rest of their lives.

During the War of Heaven, they fought against the Old Ones, and these Warp Gods caused them considerable trouble, making them deeply resentful at one point.

Now that the ancient saints are gone, the Eldar have become allies.
The only outlet for their frustrations was these Chaos Gods.

But Slaanesh is, after all, a Chaos God, possessing inconceivable power and authority.
Even if outmatched, they can still use their own combat strength to withdraw from the battlefield and escape back to the subspace.
The Eldar gods, including Death and Laughing, pursued them relentlessly until Slaanesh returned to his own domain, at which point they ceased their pursuit.

Within Slaanesh's territory, Slaanesh are invincible; to venture in is to commit suicide.

"You can run fast."

After threatening them, the gods turned and returned to the battlefield of Moro.

After humanity integrated the powerful forces of the entire galaxy and achieved substantial unification, its strength reached an extremely exaggerated level.

The subspace must exert all its strength to contend with it.

Slaanesh's escape back to his domain means that the Chaos faction has lost a crucial fighting force.

Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle, the three Chaos Gods, were overwhelmed by the combined attack of multiple god-level beings and quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.

The same applies to other sub-gods in the warp.

Qin Yun and Xiling led a group of imperial heroes to fight against these lesser gods.

They were completely powerless to resist and were forced into a series of defeats.

"Go to hell."

As soon as Xiling finished speaking, she used the laws to tear apart an ancient sub-god of the warp.

"Do not!!"

The god let out a desperate cry.

He may have once been a god worshipped by an ancient civilization, but over time he has become a demon.

Now, it was torn apart by Xiling's absolute power.

His soul shattered into countless pieces, just like Bloodhand Kane in the past.

If he were to go back, he would certainly have a chance to be resurrected.

Unfortunately, with the depletion of subspace energy, even with his immortality, he will be banished to eternal nothingness, never to return.

Qin Yun, wielding a longsword and a spear, frantically slashed at the lesser gods.

His combat prowess is sufficient to participate in the war to annihilate the Chaos Gods.
But after much consideration, he did not participate, and instead chose to deal with the lesser gods to relieve the pressure on the Imperial forces.

Beside him, high-level players like Zhan Shuai were also fighting fiercely.
They fought relentlessly, never daring to stop for a moment, relying on their armor to replenish their nutrients and energy.

The powerful imperial heroes, including Zhai Ge, Celestine, and Spock, also surrounded Qin Yun, assisting him in sweeping away those great demons and lesser gods.

Even Waldo, who had been missing for ten thousand years, appeared on the battlefield at a crucial moment and used his Sun God Spear to kill several lesser gods in succession.

"Final victory belongs to us."

Upon seeing Waldo arrive at the battlefield, the Emperor showed a look of relief.

Then, with a shout, he transformed into a golden giant.

With a sudden acceleration, it slammed Khorne into the depths of the warp, taking him away from the Moro battlefield.

Khorne, disguised as a crimson giant and a golden giant, fought and battled deep in the warp, locked in a fierce and evenly matched struggle, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

On the battlefield of Moro, only Tzeentch and Nurgle remain.

This lineup clearly cannot break through the defenses and destroy the Ether Engine.

The only reason it can avoid defeat is because Nurgle can withstand damage.
Even when besieged by the gods and his body was battered and bruised, Nurgle did not fall down, but instead remained full of energy.

However, the hope of conquering Moro and ending human madness has been completely shattered.

No matter how frantically the warp demons attacked, it was to no avail; they simply could not break through the defenses.

As time went on, the Aether Engines came to full power, and the subspace was depleting at a visible rate.

The sea of ​​souls, sustained for countless years, will soon face the fate of being drained.
As the energy of the subspace declines, the technology and psionic abilities of races within the Milky Way that are not allied with humanity are rapidly deteriorating.

They were terrified, but there was nothing they could do.

The Time Cataclysm and the Aether Engine drained energy, causing the laws of physics to become stronger than ever before.

In some places where subspace energy is completely depleted, the speed of all spacecraft is limited to below the speed of light.

Horus and other traitorous Primarchs are also fighting valiantly, attempting to reverse their fate of defeat.

However, despite their best efforts, they could not change the final outcome.

They struggled to even protect themselves, and were no match for the loyal Primarchs.

Under the combined attack of the wolf king and the archangel, Horus was in a losing position and struggled to put up a fight.

When Horus rebelled, he was blessed by the four gods, and no one could defeat him.

But now, both the Wolf King and the Archangel have awakened to the nature of the subspace.

It also possesses the support of the most advanced technological armor and the blessings of god-like beings such as emperors.

Overall, their combat strength is greater than Horus'.

After another round of fierce attacks, Horus was pierced by the spear once again, and black blood gushed out, a truly gruesome sight.

Their greatswords and spears fell upon Horus, splitting his skull, slicing his throat, and plunging into his chest.

The Wolf King held the Spear of Dionysus in one hand and a battle axe in the other.

He cleaved Horus's gill bones and pierced the bundle tubes in his neck.
Fresh blood gushed out, splashing into the polluted air.

The archangel brandished his spear and pierced Horus's abdomen, chest, thigh, and other vital areas.

It pierced through the power armor, secondary armor, and flesh that were contaminated by chaos, eventually penetrating them completely.

Horus was beaten to his knees and cried out in pain.

“This is the end, my brother.” The wolf king’s voice was filled with pain and relief. “It’s all over now.”

The roaring chainsword slashed down, and Horus's head flew up, then crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling endlessly in the dust.

Horus had already died during the final battle of the Great Rebellion.

What appears on the battlefield now is nothing but the remnants of the past. Now even those remnants have been shattered, and even the last vestiges of existence have vanished.

Loken and the other returning Shadowmoon Wolves felt a strange sadness in their hearts.
Their memories of Horus were rapidly fading; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't retain the memory of the wolf god.

The wolf god is completely dead.

Even the concept of existence has been completely erased.

Horus's life was over, completely over. Meanwhile, Magnus continued to be whipped by Vulcan, his body repeatedly reduced to a pulp.

Perturabo and Dorne are fighting.

Equally intense, each collision caused the earth to tremble and flash, with terrifying energy continuously surging forth.

Their grudges had been building for a long time, and now it was time for a final reckoning.

"I never imagined that you could come out of that godforsaken place completely unharmed."

Perturabo blocked Dorne's greatsword, then flipped over and kicked him back.

The Lord of Steel had always known that Dorn was trapped in Khorne's domain.
But he never said it, because he longed to see Dorne finally succumb to Khorne.

That way, he could laugh at his brother mercilessly.

However, Dorne remained unchanged for millions, even tens of millions of years.

Dorne is still the same Dorne.

"The steel that boasted of its immortality has rotted away, and the silent, stubborn stone has built the foundation of the empire."

These words kept echoing in Peturabo's mind, causing him immense pain.

Peturabo could not tolerate this.
He was clearly the best one.
In terms of technological insight, construction, and siege warfare, in what way can Dorne compare to him?

But why is Dorn so highly regarded, while he is so poorly regarded?

Perturabo continued to swing his massive hammer, attempting to defeat Dorne.

However, Dorne is like a giant wall.
No matter what kind of attack he launched, the opponent remained unmoved, calmly resisting his offensive.

"Have you become so arrogant that you no longer even bother to speak to me?"

Peturabo roared,

Dorn simply looked at him with a calm gaze.

This caused the Steel Lord to break down somewhat.
If Dorn roars in anger, or shouts that he will kill him,

Honestly, he could accept it all.

But the most hurtful thing is when the other party doesn't say a word.

Silence is the greatest contempt.

Perturabo launched attack after attack, and Dorne blocked it time and time again.

The clash between the two sides ultimately unleashed an unimaginable storm.

However, even with Perturabo exerting all his strength, Dorne remained as calm as ever.
With Horus's death, the archangel and the wolf king came to Dorne's aid.

Perturabo was immediately surrounded and attacked by the three Primarchs.
He roared repeatedly, swinging his giant hammer in an attempt to defeat his three brothers.

However, anger changes nothing.

In the end, he was punched in the face by the wolf king and fell heavily to the ground.

Peturabo wanted to get up and continue fighting.

The three Primarchs swarmed forward, punching, kicking, slashing, and stabbing.
They beat the Lord of Steel to the point of incapacitation and captured him alive.

"Despicable."

"What kind of hero wins by outnumbering the enemy?"

Peturabo kept shouting, filled with rage.

The archangel ignored him and simply used the Dimensional Cube to seal him away.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Fugrim also faced his darkest moment.

His opponent was Feralus.

“Before, I could cut off your head once; now, I can do it again.”

Forgrim's inability to defeat Feralus for a long time fueled his extreme frustration.

“Is that so?” Felus’s voice was hoarse, yet filled with unparalleled anger.

Each collision between the two sides unleashes a terrifying energy storm.

No one can do anything to anyone.

But when Guilliman joined the battle, the situation instantly reversed.

Previously, Forgrim had lost an arm, which had never recovered.

Now, besieged by two loyal Primarchs, they are in dire straits and are being beaten without any chance to fight back.

After a fierce battle,

Guilliman plunged a short sword into Forgrim's neck.

In an instant, blood carrying a strange fragrance gushed out, a truly gruesome sight.

"This is back to you, Fugrim."

Guilliman shouted.

Fugrim tried to say something, but the gushing blood choked him, and he coughed up blood repeatedly, unable to speak.

"This is also repaying you," Feralus roared.

He swung his flaming warhammer,
Hit from below, aiming for the opponent's chin.

The demon's chin shattered instantly, and its massive body was sent flying backward.

Feralus strode over, swung his heavy hammer, and broke Forgrim's limbs one by one.

Under Zi Feng's hateful gaze, he used the Dimensional Cube to seal him away.

“You won’t die so easily, because that kind of punishment is simply not enough to punish the crimes you’ve committed.”

Ferrus said calmly.

Primarchs fell one after another.
Even Mortarion couldn't hold on any longer.

"This time, no one will save you."

"Didn't I tell you last time that I was going to have Typhon fight me? Why is it still you, this nobody, who's still fighting me?!"

Chagatai's tone was mocking.

Every single sentence was infuriating, enough to make Mortalian's rotting lungs explode with rage.

But he couldn't defeat Chagatai.
Due to a variety of factors, Chagatai had become stronger than him.
Now, one person is so overwhelming that he can't even lift his head.

After a fierce battle, Mortarian was defeated by Chagatai once again.

"There's absolutely no joy in beating a piece of trash."

Chagatai's voice was calm, yet it broke people's defenses.

When Mortarian attempted to take everyone down with him, he was frozen in place by the radiance emanating from the Dimensional Cube in Chagatai's hand.

"Let it slowly linger in the void."

After saying that, he locked Mortarian inside the Dimensional Cube.

Luojia needs no further introduction.

Although Ryan was old and gray, beating this good-for-nothing was still a piece of cake for him.

Not long after the war began, they pinned this Primarch to the ground and beat him mercilessly.

At one point, Luo Jia's mentality collapsed.
He attempted to draw upon the power of an ancient god from beyond the realm, but was interrupted by the lion, who was already on guard, and then gave him a severe beating.

They really vomited their excrement.

Then, they simply and neatly sealed him away along with their own excrement and urine.

Luo Jia, trapped in the Dimensional Cube, wore an indescribable look of despair.

If he were sealed away along with his own excrement, he would surely become a laughingstock of all mankind.

(End of this chapter)