In the game "Super God": 800 Astartes at the start!

Saint Gilles made up his mind. Since he wasn't fixed on the Golden Throne anyway, all he had to do was seal the rift!

Besides, this world doesn't have any warp demons, and it has faster-than-light communication, which at most limits the range of my movement!

With this in mind, Saint Gilles began to gather his strength, squeezing out all his own spiritual energy without reservation, while also borrowing some of his offspring's spiritual energy.

The next moment, a powerful golden psychic energy burst forth from Saint Gilles, forcefully severing the void creature like a dam preventing a flood.

"boom!"

An indescribable roar shook the entire Kunlun Mountains, and even the land of Terra trembled.

The golden psionic radiance clashed violently with the dark purple void energy surging within the rift, annihilating each other and bursting forth with dazzling light.

Saint Gilles gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and poured spiritual energy into the crack like the strongest welding rod.

A miracle happened.

Saint Gilles discovered that his psychic powers were better at blocking the gaps than the weasels were at blocking the network. Saint Gilles found that after he blocked the gaps...

The cracks actually began to slowly heal. The previous crack expansion was clearly due to the expansion of the void, and the speed of the cracks exceeded the self-repairing speed of the spatial cracks.

Saint Gilles not only plugged the gap, but also patched up the leaks.

With the aid of Saint Gilles's psionic energy, the crack can finally be repaired. Furthermore, Saint Gilles's psionic energy also has the effect of accelerating the repair process. At this rate, it will only take ten years to completely repair the crack.

Meanwhile, Saint Gilles also needs to stay here, but it's still better than being a weasel. At least he doesn't have to sit on the golden throne to torture himself while plugging the gap, and he doesn't have to worry about getting hemorrhoids after sitting for thousands of years.

However, although Saint Gilles successfully sealed the rift with his own psionic energy, the void creatures present could not be eliminated quickly.

Even without reinforcements, the Void Swarm remained ferocious, devouring everything around it without any sense of reason, but it had become a tree without roots.

The speed increased somewhat after the Holy Blood Angels Legion, which had come from the Styx Galaxy, joined in clearing out the void worms.

Upon reaching the orbit of Terra, countless Thunderhawk gunships, blotting out the sky, launched their attacks, dropping numerous airdrop pods that roared towards Kunlun Mountain.

Countless Holy Blood Angels roared and charged towards the Void Worm Tide.

"Kill those bugs!"

"For Saint Gillespie!"

"We shall not betray the blood of Saint Gilles!"

"For the Emperor!"

Meanwhile, above the orbit, Angel Yan, having learned that only psychic energy could destroy these void creatures, looked at Terra with some worry, as their proud Eye of Insight could not detect any data at this moment.

These void creatures not only devoured everything around them, including dark data, but even when Angel Yan searched the dark data on the combatants, she could not find out anything, as if it were a blank sheet of paper.

The angels who came with the Holy Blood Angels fleet were also arranged to wait in orbit.

"Your Majesty, the God of War will definitely defeat Death God Karl's conspiracy." The angel beside her looked at the worried Angel Yan and comforted her.

"Yes, Saint Gilles will definitely defeat those void creatures."

Angel Yan looked at Terra and nodded, her tone full of certainty, but her clenched fists betrayed her worry.

The massacre on the ground continued for three days and three nights before Saint Gilles and the Holy Blood Angels finally cleaned up those damned Void Worms. At this time, the Kunlun Mountains were filled with the ashes of the corpses of Void creatures.

The earth turned scorched black, and thick black smoke filled the air.

Saint Gilles stood still, golden spiritual energy flowing around him like a waterfall, continuously washing over the seal. The golden spiritual energy was constantly fighting against the void creatures on the other side of the seal.

However, this was not the end of the battle. Although the void creatures created by Death God Karl were no longer present in the arena.

This victory was extremely costly.

There were still many Holy Blood Angels inside, trapped in the dual genetic curse of Blood Thirst and Black Wrath, who had lost their reason and humanity and were unable to awaken.

They did not stop because of the enemy's minor king. Their eyes were bloodshot, and heavy breathing came from the grille of their helmets, accompanied by low growls of suppressed rage.

Already consumed by rage and a thirst for killing, in their severely distorted perception, their former comrades-in-arms have been transformed into the same detestable figure: Horus!

They began attacking all the "Horus" in front of them!

The frenzied battle cries were mixed with the hum of chainsaw swords.

"Die! You damned traitor! The Emperor will examine your soul!"

"Horus, you damned traitor! I'll kill you!"

"Horus, you traitor! You will die by the sword of the angels!"

Some new recruits, seeing Black Fury and Bloodthirst for the first time, had no idea what was happening and began trying to wake up their fellow fighters who were engulfed in Black Fury.

A new Astartes recruit, stunned, parried the chainsaw sword of his comrade-in-arms, who had just been fighting alongside him, as it swung at him: "Brother! Listen to me! It's me! Look closely!"

But all that responded to him was even fiercer and more violent slashing, and curses and curses directed at Horus.

The scene descended into dangerous chaos.

Saint Gilles took all this in, and as he looked at his offspring who had completely lost their minds in their black rage and thirst for blood, he still did not want to give up on saving them.

Saint Gilles used the Primordial System to forcibly suppress the other party's consciousness, keeping the other party in place.

Suppressed by the void barrier, these Holy Blood Angels, consumed by black rage and thirst, lost their ability to move.

Order was temporarily restored on the battlefield, but a heavy silence followed. Many new recruits who had undergone genetic transformation into Holy Blood Angels in the Super God World had never experienced anything like this before, and they stared blankly at their brothers-in-arms who had just been fighting side by side.

After defeating the aliens, he began to think of his fellow warriors, Sword and Blade.

"Commander, what happened to those comrades in battle?"

An Astartes recruit asked his chapter commander over the communications channel.

The warband leader, a former veteran of the Weeping Legion, was heavy-hearted. He removed his tattered helmet, revealing a face etched with weariness and grief. He gazed at his fallen comrades, frozen in place, and after a few seconds of silence, slowly spoke: "They are trapped in a genetic curse... the darkest curse deep within our genes..."

Just as the warband commander continued speaking, preparing to explain, Saint Gilles slowly spoke, a gentle yet penetrating voice resounding in the ears of every Holy Blood Angel.

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"Die! You damned traitor! The Emperor will examine your soul!"

"Horus, you damned traitor! I'll kill you!"

"Horus, you traitor! You will die by the sword of the angels!"

Some new recruits, seeing Black Fury and Bloodthirst for the first time, had no idea what was happening and began trying to wake up their fellow fighters who were engulfed in Black Fury.

A new Astartes recruit, stunned, parried the chainsaw sword of his comrade-in-arms, who had just been fighting alongside him, as it swung at him: "Brother! Listen to me! It's me! Look closely!"

But all that responded to him was even fiercer and more violent slashing, and curses and curses directed at Horus.

The scene descended into dangerous chaos.

Saint Gilles took all this in, and as he looked at his offspring who had completely lost their minds in their black rage and thirst for blood, he still did not want to give up on saving them.

Saint Gilles used the Primordial System to forcibly suppress the other party's consciousness, keeping the other party in place.

Suppressed by the void barrier, these Holy Blood Angels, consumed by black rage and thirst, lost their ability to move.

Order was temporarily restored on the battlefield, but a heavy silence followed. Many new recruits who had undergone genetic transformation into Holy Blood Angels in the Super God World had never experienced anything like this before, and they stared blankly at their brothers-in-arms who had just been fighting side by side.

After defeating the aliens, he began to think of his fellow warriors, Sword and Blade.

"Commander, what happened to those comrades in battle?"

An Astartes recruit asked his chapter commander over the communications channel.

The warband leader, a former veteran of the Weeping Legion, was heavy-hearted. He removed his tattered helmet, revealing a face etched with weariness and grief. He gazed at his fallen comrades, frozen in place, and after a few seconds of silence, slowly spoke: "They are trapped in a genetic curse... the darkest curse deep within our genes..."

Just as the warband commander continued speaking, preparing to explain, Saint Gilles slowly spoke, a gentle yet penetrating voice resounding in the ears of every Holy Blood Angel.