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Chapter 142 Clash on the Back of the Moon, A Tumultuous Change in Terra

Two Primarchs, and they're even cooperating with each other in the real world, so Magnus's own power is being suppressed.

Most importantly, he is not good at close combat.

Falling into a disadvantageous position enraged Magnus, who raised his head and let out a furious roar that shook the heavens and earth, urging Forgrim to hurry up.

As soon as he finished speaking, Forgrim descended from the sky, his graceful movements concealing a deadly intent. He brandished his bewitching and unpredictable longsword, the blade drawing a sharp arc as he charged straight at Guilliman.

Seeing this, Feralus had no choice but to abandon his attack on Magnus.

"Forgrim! I am your opponent!"

"It's time to settle our score!"

Feralus's sword suddenly slashed horizontally, firmly blocking Forgrim's attack and holding him firmly in front of Guilliman. At this moment, Forgrim had already shed his former true form and transformed into a twisted serpentine demon, his purplish-black scales gleaming with an eerie light, and his body was shrouded in a nauseating aura of chaos.

"My brother, you remain as blindly loyal as ever." Forgrim chuckled, his demonic sword deftly deflecting Feralas's force, his tone dripping with scathing mockery. "Shut up! You fallen traitor!" Feralas's eyes turned bloodshot, his fighting spirit surging. His sword slashed out with the force of a mountain cleaving, each strike carrying boundless hatred. "You betrayed the Legion, tarnished its honor, and became a plaything of Slaanesh. Today I will settle your scores and shatter this filthy body of yours!"

Forgrim nimbly dodged, his serpentine body moving with agility; yet each sword strike aimed straight for vital points, his sneer growing ever stronger: "Glory? It's nothing but shackles binding us. I have embraced chaos, becoming an immortal demon prince, transcending the constraints of the mortal realm, while you, still toil for a decaying empire, are ultimately a pathetic, mediocre wretch."

"Look, this is my power..."

Forgrim is still tempting Feralas to fall into depravity.

Killing Feralas would not satisfy him as much as tempting him into depravity.

"Ping!"

Forgrim's blade struck Feralus's silver-white armor.

"This, this is, a Demon Hunter?"

At this moment, Forgrim finally realized that Feralus's armor was very similar to that of the Demon Hunter, except that it was not as thick.

It's not that powerful.

Felus withstood the blow, and his armor cracked, but it quickly repaired itself; the damage was not as fast as the recovery.

With a backhand slash, he struck at Forgrim's serpentine body, his mocking cry echoing across the battlefield: "You're afraid, Forgrim!"

"This is the ladder to becoming a demon hunter, possessing power you can only dream of."

"You've become addicted to lust and willingly fallen into depravity; now you're nothing but a pathetic wretch clinging to life!"

"And I'm almost there, meeting the requirements to become a Demon Hunter!"

The fear that the Demon Hunter instilled in Forgrim ran deep within him.

His proud demonic power was a joke in the face of a demon hunter.

Now tell him that his once loyal brother has obtained a stronger and more perfect ladder, how can you not break his defenses!

"Aaaaaah! I won't let you become a demon hunter alive!"

"You deserve to die by my poisoned blade!"

The two fought fiercely, their fateful duel escalating into an increasingly brutal battle, their spiritual energy surging wildly around them.

Originally intended as a lure, it has now turned into extreme terror, the fear that Felus might actually become the next demon hunter.

Then he'd become a clown.

Although it always has been.

"That's the second loyal Primarch!"

"Feralus Manus! The Primarch of the Steel Hand!"

The lunar reinforcements who came to help were even more in high spirits when they saw the appearance of Felus.

The four Primarchs fought fiercely, and every clash of their weapons caused violent psionic fluctuations, shaking and trembling the entire space on the far side of the moon.

The Great Sage Kaul immediately sent the urgent message to Terra, directly informing the high command of the Imperial Guard.

"The Primarch has returned?"

The Imperial Guards weren't as excited as one might expect about the Primarch's return, but they did show some respect.

However, upon learning that Guilliman was fighting a bloody battle on the front lines, the Grand Commander quickly dispatched more than one hundred elite Imperial Guards to the far side of the moon to provide support.

The primary duty of the Royal Guard is to guard the palace and protect the Emperor's safety. They would never easily withdraw all their forces from Terra. Even though they respect the Primarchs, they can only send a small number of troops to provide assistance.

The support this time includes combat nuns, mechanical nuns, silent nuns, and several companies of the Imperial Fist.

More and more Thousand Sons appeared near the gate of the Net Path, reaping lives on the battlefield with a large number of psionic spells.

"Those followers of Magnus were the key to this war."

The Thousand Sons' psionic power was terrifying; the Imperial soldiers who died at their hands were almost equal to the total casualties of all other Chaos Warbands and Chaos Demons combined.

Just when the battle was about to collapse, reinforcements from the Empire of Man finally crossed the stars and arrived on the battlefield.

"A war broke out on the far side of the moon. Why was there a war? Who was fighting whom?"

"It's the Primarch! A Primarch has returned!"

"Is it a genuine return of the Primarch, or a forgery? The Empire's Primarch has been gone for ten thousand years!"

"Which Primarch?"

When the Imperial reinforcements arrived, they discovered the four Primarchs fighting on the battlefield.

"Betrayal of the Primarch, Magnus, Vograim."

"Loyal Primarch, Guilliman, Feralas!"

"It really is the Primarch!"

"Betrayal of the Primarch is hindering his return to the Empire!"

The company commander of the Imperial Fist immediately ordered, "All troops, attack! Rescue the original!"

Without waiting for orders, the Astartes of the Imperial Fist immediately joined the war.

The Imperial Fist, as Astartes monks, have always served as the spearhead on countless battlefields, but on the far side of the moon, they are nothing more than a string of numbers.

The strongest of the reinforcements was the Imperial Guard!

The Imperial Guard, as the most elite army in the entire empire, possesses terrifying strength.

Any demon is easily sliced ​​open like tofu in front of the Imperial Guard. No matter how high-ranking or chaotic the demon is, it cannot pose a threat to the Imperial Guard.

The appearance of the Imperial Guards was like a steel knife, slicing open the battlefield.

"The Imperial Guard's strength has surpassed that of ordinary players. Apart from the few who participated in the closed beta, the rest of the players are probably no match for the Imperial Guard."

Fang Yun's self-aura was not transferred. The moment he entered Terra, he felt the almost tangible divine power.

Even the command ship's field barrier could feel a slight pressure.

This is the divine and spiritual energy that countless beings wish to gather.

The Imperial Guard tore through the demons' lines, leading tens of thousands of Astartes toward the heart of the four Primarchs' battle.

A guard had already rushed up to Magnus, glaring at him and shouting, "Traitor!"

Magnus swung his weapon, sending the guard flying instantly. The guard's armor shattered and his body disintegrated under Magnus's blow.

The once invincible Imperial Guard was killed by Magnus with a single blow.

However, the Imperial Guard did have its uses, because killing them required Magnus to give up something.

The Emperor's Sword, its blazing flames, instantly sliced ​​through Magnus's shoulder.

Magnus screamed, "Damn it, Guilliman, you deserve to die!"

"I will utterly destroy the empire!"

Magnus raised the psionic spell in his hand, which exploded in the space in front of the Imperial Guard, tearing apart the warp and causing countless warp forces to surge out.

The instant Magnus was affected by the Imperial Guard and unleashed his psionic spell, Guilliman closed in, continuing to expand his advantage.

Almost simultaneously, several enormous and ferocious Chaos Warp Demons slowly crawled out from the cracks in the moon's surface. Their twisted bodies, imbued with fel energy, roared as they charged toward the Imperial Guard, attempting to use brute force to halt the advance of this elite imperial force.

Magnus stirred up psionic energy wildly, killing more and more loyal or treacherous Astartes, and the boundaries of the warp became increasingly blurred.

More and more Great Demons emerged, with the Great Demon Khorne commanding tens of thousands of Bloodletters to hinder the Imperial Guard, while the Great Unclean One, with millions of Nurgles, polluted the battlefield, making it extremely difficult for the Imperial Guard to advance.

As a result, Magnus's power increased once again.

Just then, Sister Silent arrived.

They don't have the same efficient killing ability as the Imperial Guard, but they have the same ability that can give even the Primarch a headache.

The moment the Silent Sister appeared, it was as if a block of ice had been thrown into the surging warp energy. The energy fluctuations across the entire battlefield suddenly froze. Magnus, who was unleashing his crimson energy, experienced a sudden halt in the surging energy storm around him, and even the flow of his power experienced a momentary pause.

This absolute suppression of psychic energy enraged the ascended demon prince, and the filthy aura of the warp intensified with his fury.

The berserk Magnus, who was initially dominating Guilliman, was rendered completely ineffective by Sister Silent's help, giving Guilliman a chance to catch his breath.

Even loyal Primarchs like Guilliman and Feralas felt deeply uncomfortable with the power of the Silent Sisters.

They even deliberately avoid the area where the Silent Sisters live.

The Silent Sister possesses an innate ethereal field that can forcibly weaken surrounding psychic energy, rendering her ineffective against all psychic attacks.

She can also suppress all warp creatures. As long as they are native inhabitants of Warhammer, they will feel more fear than respect when facing Sister Silent.

It is a true psionic nuclear bomb; the Silent Sister is the strongest killing move against warp demons.

These Imperial Guards tore through the Chaos army lines with overwhelming force, but when faced with the approaching Great Demon, they could no longer fight alone and had to fight in coordination with the Silent Sisters.

On the battlefield, there was a clear division of combat strength: it took several ordinary guards working together to kill a low-level demon, with gilded spears piercing the fel energy shield, powered weapons tearing the demon's flesh apart, and the Silent Sister blocking the psionic escape route, before they could barely kill it.

Hundreds of royal guards clad in gilded armor stepped side-by-side with the Silent Sisters in dark robes into the smoke-filled battlefield on the far side of the moon. This elite force, symbolizing the supreme majesty of Terra, instantly became another dazzling light on the battlefield.

All the Imperial generals who came to provide support turned their gazes to the very center of the battlefield, where a clash of titans that shook the entire galaxy was taking place—four Primarchs were locked in a fierce battle amidst the smoke and psionic energy, with the loyal Imperial Primarchs facing off against the rebellious Primarchs who had betrayed Chaos.

It was a clash of forces beyond mortal imagination, a mythical confrontation of destinies, an epic and awe-inspiring scene that instantly ignited the fighting spirit of all the imperial soldiers. The morale of the entire army soared, and shouts pierced the deathly silence of the moon's back, echoing across the battlefield.

However, the core of the battle is still tilting in a direction unfavorable to the loyalists.

Magnus had already ascended to demonhood, becoming a demon prince under the command of the Chaos God, and his power level far surpassed that of Guilliman, who had not yet fully recovered to his peak.

The longer this war goes on, the more disadvantageous it becomes for the loyalists.

Faced with his relentless barrage of psionic and melee attacks, Guilliman could only manage to parry and defend, gradually falling into a disadvantageous position and retreating step by step. His armor was now covered with burn marks from psionic energy, and the exquisite techniques of the Holy Scripture Battle Formation became increasingly difficult to execute under the absolute suppression of power.

On the other side, although Forgrim had suffered severe injuries and his strength was greatly diminished, he was still a Demon Prince, imbued with the immortal power and fel energy of the Chaos God. Feralus Manus, as a Loyal Primarch, was essentially resurrected after death with a small portion of his essence added, making him incomplete. Even with his unparalleled bravery, his combat power was ultimately slightly inferior. With this shift in power, the two Loyal Primarchs were completely at a disadvantage in their duel, and the situation once again became precarious.

Seeing the loyalist Primarchs gradually losing ground, the Guardians were extremely anxious. They fought with all their might to break through the Great Demon defenses, interfere with the battle between the two traitor Primarchs, and buy Guilliman and Feralas a chance to survive.

But how could Magnus and Forgrim allow outsiders to interfere with this fateful duel between Primarchs? At their command, more unruly and powerful high-ranking archmages were dispatched, surging into the battlefield like a tide, firmly blocking the Imperial Guard outside. The ordinary Imperial Guards were simply unable to cross the high-ranking archmages' defenses, and could only watch helplessly as the situation in the central battlefield became increasingly critical.

Large numbers of war gangs launched a frenzied attack on the Silent Sisters, forcing the Imperial Guards to also focus on protecting them.

The entire space on the far side of the moon had long been distorted and twisted by Magnus's continuous subspace power. Spatial rifts were everywhere, and foul chaotic energy poured in wildly through them. Every second, Magnus's power was becoming stronger and stronger. If this stalemate continued, the entire loyalist front would be completely devoured.

"We can't let this drag on any longer. The lunar space has been corrupted by chaos, and Magnus will only grow stronger here. We must expel him from the real universe!" Evelyn's voice was filled with unwavering resolve. In an instant, she transmitted her complete tactical plan precisely to Guilliman through the psionic link. She pointed out the only way to break the deadlock—the bottom of the battlefield abyss was where the hidden entrance to the Web Path was located. As long as Magnus could be forced to the entrance of the Web Path, the spatial laws of the Web Path itself would ignore his cultivation as a demon prince and forcibly suck him into the subspace, completely stripping him of his control over the real universe.

The moment Guilliman received the message, his eyes sharpened instantly, understanding immediately. He suppressed the discomfort from the severe injuries inflicted by Magnus's psionic energy, slamming his power spear into the ground. His aura surged, abandoning passive defense and launching a fierce attack. He pressed forward relentlessly, each step shattering the lunar rock beneath his feet, precisely controlling the direction of his attacks, constantly drawing Magnus's figure toward the entrance to the net tunnel at the bottom of the abyss.

"Follow me!" Guilliman's roar echoed across the battlefield. The Imperial Guards, who had been held back by the Greater Demons, instantly understood his intention. Abandoning their battles with the scattered demons, they formed a tight circle around Guilliman, their gilded spears all pointing at Magnus, launching a desperate charge in the same direction. Sister Silent followed closely on the Imperial Guard's flank, unleashing her full psychic silence domain to suppress Magnus's psychic counterattack and clear the way for the army's advance.

Magnus instantly sensed Guilliman's intentions, and a raging fury erupted in his crimson eyes. He frantically channeled his warp energy, transforming it into a rain of fire and energy blades, attempting to stop Guilliman's retreat. However, Guilliman had already made up his mind, relying on his superb battle formation command and the formidable combat power of his Primarch to entangle him tightly, giving him no chance to break free.

The Imperial Guard and various warbands charged forward with reckless abandon, tearing through the Great Demon's defenses and forcing Magnus step by step toward the dark abyss. The spatial fluctuations at the entrance to the net passage grew stronger and stronger, and a subspace halo that could devour everything faintly appeared. A decisive battle concerning the life and death of the war had reached its most critical moment.

Just as the battle reached its climax, a dazzling crimson light pierced the sky.

The source of that crimson light.

"Terra!"