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Chapter 156 I have everything I need

Fang Yun slowly walked to the kneeling Anglong and gently placed one hand on his shoulder.

In an instant, Angron's violent power erupted, and a chaotic torrent surged and roared, attempting to break free from all restraints.

No matter how much power he exerted, he couldn't budge Fang Yun in the slightest. That absolute suppressive force from a higher dimension locked his body and strength, making him unable to move an inch.

Above the sky, the light and shadow changed suddenly. Fang Yun stretched out his palm, and several condensed and pure sources of great demonic essence floated and swirled.

This is the true nature of the Death Demon in this battle.

The power it contains is immense, enough to serve as the core for reversing the original body's ascension to demonhood.

The dark and profound chaotic core swirled and intertwined in the high sky, slowly constructing a unique forbidden technique designed to cleanse demonic corruption and reverse distortion.

The completed spell descended, precisely enveloping and deeply imprinting itself on Angron's body.

Based on this technique, Fang Yun's vast and pure divine and holy energy surged forth and poured into Anglong's limbs and bones.

Immediately following, the Emperor's boundless, all-encompassing golden spiritual energy arrived. The two supreme powers overlapped and completely surged into Angron's body.

A heart-wrenching scream suddenly tore apart the entire Terra Palace, its piercing roar echoing through the heavens and the earth, reverberating between every hall and corridor.

All the guards on duty witnessed this shocking scene. They were all dumbfounded, witnessing Fang Yun and the Emperor join forces to reshape Angron's body and soul with supreme power.

Two spiritual energies, with vastly different attributes yet equally supreme and sacred, deeply merged and purified each other under the guidance of a unique spell.

The chaotic power that had lingered in Angron's marrow and bloodline for millennia began to crack and disintegrate inch by inch.

The thick, black, demonic mist continued to peel away and dissipate, and the distorted demonic form that had been rooted for thousands of years completely collapsed under the ultimate purifying power.

Before this, Angron could only barely regain a moment of lucidity in the Emperor's slumbering place, which was nothing more than a fleeting moment of rationality.

The dark and chaotic spiritual energy lurking within him never truly dissipated; the filth was deeply ingrained in his bones, only temporarily dormant and silent.

But now, everything is completely different.

Fang Yun used the reversal technique constructed from the origin of the Great Demon as the foundation for eradication, while the Emperor used the vast and boundless golden spiritual energy as the source of purification; the two complemented each other. This was not a temporary suppression or appeasement, but a complete rewriting from the root, from the depths of the soul.

All the chaos, filth, madness, violence, and depravity that clung to it were stripped away and cleansed away layer by layer.

Finally, a towering giant with a robust physique and handsome, upright face reappeared in the world.

He was clad in tattered armor, scarred by countless battles, having shed the grotesque ferocity of millennia of demonic transformation, broken free from the eternal shackles of chaos, and returned to his original, purest form.

"Why, why is this happening!" Angron hissed in a low voice.

The chaotic demon Angron, who had been ascending to demonic status for ten thousand years, was now having his demonic destiny reversed by the combined efforts of two supreme beings.

This traitorous Primarch, mired in darkness and burdened with millennia of infamy, finally broke free from the Chaos Restraint and rediscovered the original form of the Devourer Primarch.

Does Angron hate the Emperor? The answer is undoubtedly yes, the hatred runs deep in his bones. He resents the Emperor's past ruthlessness and resents that he has always been nothing more than a tool in the Emperor's hands, at his mercy.

Yet at this moment, deep within his eyes surged an unconcealable, boundless regret. The excruciating pain of slaughtering the Devourer Legion ten thousand years ago swept over his mind once more, the torment of those millennia vividly before his eyes, making him deeply empathize with the suffering of the past.

Among all the Primarchs, he was the one who could best understand people's hearts and empathize with their suffering, like a comforter between brothers, gentle and insightful.

The hatred in his heart never diminished, but overwhelming regret had already enveloped him layer by layer.

He regretted that he had driven his loyal son to his death and caused his relatives to turn against each other and kill one another; he remorsefully regretted his own depravity and depravity, which plunged the empire's countless mortals into endless chaos, struggling in wailing, despair and tragic death.

"What did I do?!"

"What did I do?!"

His nature should have been that of the most benevolent and kind among the Primarchs, but he was completely twisted by the Butcher's Nail and turned into a madman. This was never the ending he wanted.

Now the spikes have been removed, and the root of chaos has been completely rewritten and eradicated.

He was no longer a monster controlled by chaos and powerless to do as he pleased, but only a pure Primal body filled with millennia of pain, regret and contradiction.

"All of this could have been changed."

He knelt heavily on both knees, and a hoarse, low roar, filled with a torrent of emotion, escaped his throat: "I will never forgive you, Father."

Upon seeing this, the imperial guards inside the palace instantly ignited intense hostility in their eyes.

The past betrayals, massacres, and the disasters brought by chaos were still vivid in their minds. They stared intently at Angron, their killing intent almost undisguised, wishing they could kill him immediately.

Fang Yun glanced indifferently at the crowd and spoke up to stop them: "He has already been pardoned."

"He's been pardoned?" The Imperial Guards looked on in astonishment, exchanging bewildered glances.

They initially strongly disagreed with Fang Yun.

Fang Yun has blasphemed the emperor.

But Fang Yun and the Emperor had another conversation.

They looked first at the emperor sitting on the throne, then at Fang Yun beside him. Seeing that neither side had any objections, they slowly sheathed their weapons and silently nodded in obedience.

Fang Yun raised his hand and patted Anglong on the shoulder again, his tone calm but firm: "From now on, no one will impose any responsibility on you."

The Empire will no longer hunt you down, and Chaos has been completely banished by me. You are no longer subject to either side; do what you want. You are utterly free.

Inside the main hall, only a group of silent guards remained, along with Angron, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"free."

Two simple words exploded in the depths of his desolate heart.

The millennia-long oppression and definition of the empire, the endless entanglement and corruption of chaos, all vanished into thin air.

At that moment, he was completely and utterly free.

Hot tears finally seeped slowly from his bloodshot eyes and slid down his cheeks.

Angron picked up the tattered cloak that had fallen to his side, and dragged his body, which had endured ten thousand years of suffering, staggered and walked slowly towards the gate of the main hall.

At this moment, the battle on the main battlefield of Terra has been completely settled.

The sixteen top-tier demons that had previously wreaked havoc on the battlefield were all torn apart and crushed by Bruce with his bare hands. All the scattered warp origins and demon core essences were collected and controlled by Fang Yun, becoming the core foundation for reversing the Angron Aberration Spell.

Abaddon, the Warmaster who once reached the pinnacle of chaos, possessed the full blessings of the four gods, and whose combat power surpassed Horus, was also completely annihilated by Bruce under the absolute crushing power. His body, psionic energy, and soul turned into ashes and disappeared from the world.

With the fall of Abaddon, the annihilation of all sixteen Archdemons, and the complete purification and restoration of the Primarch Angron, all the top forces of the Chaos faction that had occupied Terra in the final battle were thus wiped out.

The chaotic offensive that had raged for millennia had, at this moment, completely lost all its high-level support, and the battlefield situation was utterly overturned.

With the aerial threats eliminated, the ground-based clearing campaign suddenly commenced.

Guilliman and Firus, the two Primarchs, stood side by side at the front line, leading a massive Imperial interstellar army to advance.

The well-organized imperial battle formation unfolded in layers, with cannons roaring and blades arrayed, crushing the leaderless and routed Chaos rebels.

Meanwhile, the Human Federation deployed even more robotic humanoids.

"New reinforcements have arrived, deploying 50,000 troops!"

"This is all we have, sister," Anne said.

"Now is a critical moment for us to expand our existing advantages."

The top combat forces have been wiped out, but tens of millions of demons remain. So many demons are enough for the commander to accumulate enough essence to walk in reality.

One hundred thousand silver-white humanoid robots marched into battle, a torrent of metal sweeping across the sky, using their ultimate mechanical combat power to sweep away the remaining enemies.

Undeterred by the allure of chaos and the agony of flesh and blood, players precisely slaughtered every fleeing minions of chaos, tearing apart the remaining mutated bodies and crushing the scattered rebel legions.

Without the protection of top-tier powerhouses, the Chaos army was utterly routed. The demon army that once ravaged Terra could only passively slaughter and crumble step by step.

Under the dual siege of the Imperial elite and the mechanical onslaught, the remnants of the demonic rebels scattered across the land were wiped out one by one, and the millennia-long chaos of Terra finally came to a complete end.

On the scorched earth of Terra, two majestic figures stand silently atop the ruins.

Guilliman and Feralas stood side by side, overlooking the ravaged yet reborn Terra. They knew nothing of the worldly well-being of all people, nothing of the common folk. In the Primarchs' millennia-long understanding, there were only emperors, empires, and endless wars.

But at this moment, they were absolutely certain that it was this ally from beyond the realm, the human alliance reinforcements brought by Fang Yun, who once again held up the human empire on the verge of collapse and saved the crumbling Terra Holy Court from the brink of destruction.

On the earth, millions of Imperial civilians knelt in despair. Covered in dust and streaked with tears, they had endured the desperate siege, witnessed the battle between gods and demons, and survived the impending doom. Now, gazing upon the Primarch's towering figure on the high ground, they were filled with utmost fervor and devotion. Countless people, with tears streaming down their faces, cried out the Primarch's name with all their might, praising the divine intervention and celebrating the return of the epic.

For ordinary people at the bottom of society, mythology has never gone away, and epic stories have truly arrived.

In the darkest, most desperate moment of the Empire, when even the starlight was about to be extinguished, it was the Primarch who personally led his army to descend, turning the tide and saving the collapsing edifice, and snatching all of human civilization back from the brink of chaos.

All that remains in the hearts of the people is endless gratitude and fervent faith.

Beneath the fervent and exuberant public sentiment, the atmosphere within the empire's upper echelons had quietly become tense.

All the lords of the Guard, the chapter commanders, the Imperial Regents, and the nobles of Highgarden wore solemn expressions, their hearts filled with deep apprehension.

The combat power displayed by the Human Alliance is too terrifying and far exceeds the existing rules of the universe.

He casually annihilated sixteen great demons, instantly killed the peak Abaddon blessed by the four gods, and reversed the demonization of his original body after ten thousand years using forbidden techniques.

Fifty thousand mechanical humanoids swept through the vast army of chaos.

This unfamiliar, powerful, and unrestrained extraterrestrial force, unbound by imperial laws and warp rules, has completely shattered the balance of power in the Milky Way that has existed for millennia.

The glory of the great victory overshadowed the tense situation.

Guilliman and Felus looked up together toward the palace. The smoke of battle was gradually dissipating; the catastrophe was over. Their gazes fell on the commander of the Imperial Guard, and they said in a deep voice, "We must go to see the Emperor."

The Imperial Guard Marshal hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded in agreement.

Genetic offspring are entitled to meet the emperor.

Amidst the cheers of the city's residents, Guilliman and Feralas stepped into the inner palace. As soon as they entered, they bumped into Angron, who was walking out of the inner palace.

Upon seeing this, the Imperial Guard Marshal immediately tensed up, his aura reaching its peak as he instantly entered a state of alert. Just then, Fang Yun's voice suddenly rang out: "He has been pardoned and is now free. He can go wherever he wants."

Guilliman frowned slightly, and Felus turned his gaze toward Angron, saying, "He looks different; his aura seems somewhat weak."

Guilliman nodded slowly, deeply agreeing.

Angron also looked up at the two of them, his gaze flat and devoid of much emotion. Guilliman clearly saw cowardice in his eyes, and also read deep regret.

Since the leader of the Human Alliance had already issued a pardon, he said no more. Guilliman then walked side by side with Feralas into the inner sanctum where the Golden Throne was located.

The moment he stepped through the temple gates, an unusual change occurred in Felus.

The emperor, who sat high on his throne, suddenly released a vast and boundless divine power, which poured down and enveloped Feralus.

Guilliman brought him to the audience hoping that his disabled brother would receive the Emperor's blessing and be restored, but the sudden change before his eyes made him suspicious.

The next moment, a wisp of pure warp energy flowed directly into Ferus's body. This was precisely what he had long been suffering from...

That part of the subspace essence that belongs uniquely to itself!

A tremendous force surged through his limbs and bones, causing Ferus's muscles and bones to explode repeatedly, and he couldn't suppress a low roar.

An endless stream of power surged from the depths of his muscles, blood vessels, and bones, causing his aura to rise steadily. A long-lost sense of completeness swept over him, and he finally felt that his incomplete body and soul were completely restored.

Feralus raised his head and roared, "I lack nothing!"

Once Felus completed his task, his previously anxious heart instantly calmed down.

He gained the emperor's approval.

Feralus has truly returned to the Empire.

Guilliman and Firth met their father for the first time in a real sense.

Emperor.

But that extremely shocking scene left them in a state of profound shock.

What did they see?

A corpse lying on a golden throne.

"Father."

Guilliman, Firth, my sons... traitors, tools...