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Even though Huang Feng knew ten thousand years in advance that the Iron Man's rebellion was bound to break out, and witnessed the crimson flames of war across the starry sea, she still couldn't help but curse, her chest churning with uncontrollable rage and helplessness. She had clearly laid out contingency plans in advance, but the timeline still collapsed prematurely and uncontrollably, and the catastrophe came unexpectedly.

A cool, slender hand gently covered and grasped Huang Feng's taut, pale hand. Su Jinyu turned to the side, her eyes gentle yet serious, and softly comforted him, "Let's get away from this main battlefield for now."

Following Su Jinyu's gaze outwards, the entire galactic void had long since become an ultimate battleground. Humanity and the rebel Iron Men had completely unleashed all restrictions, deploying their entire arsenals sealed away during the Golden Age into the battlefield. Twisted streams of light exploded and distorted throughout the void—not the explosions of conventional star cannons, but the anomalies of time-flow weapons overloading. The flow of time in certain star sectors was forcibly stretched; in some sectors, one second was equivalent to one day in the outside world, with shattered shipwrecks reassembling on the spot, while in others, time stood still, and the battling fleets were frozen in the void, motionless. As far as the eye could see, the colorful streams of time and space rose and fell across the entire star sea, like a spectacular and tragic fireworks display in the void.

Huang Feng forcibly suppressed the irritation in his heart, his fingertips tightened, and he urgently ordered the AI ​​inside the ship: "Breeze, immediately enter subspace and return to Terra at full speed."

She clearly remembered the sequence of events: after the Iron Man Civil War ended, a massive subspace storm would sweep across the galaxy, completely sealing off all subspace jump routes, preventing trillions of ships from moving across star systems, and leaving everyone isolated in their own star sectors.

Su Jinyu clearly felt Huang Feng's knuckles digging into her palm, her arm muscles tensing, and her mental state fluctuating wildly and chaotically, on the verge of losing control due to the fierce battle outside. She remained silent, quietly channeling her spiritual energy. A soft, milky-white halo enveloped Huang Feng, soothing the turbulent mental ripples along her nerve pathways and gradually dissipating her ferocity.

[Understood, Master. Deactivate the real-space shield, activate the warp drive, and enter warp space.] The AI ​​responded smoothly, and with a flick of light, the ship vanished completely into the hazy warp mist.

But the warp was no longer the peaceful place it once was. The billions of battles, life-or-death struggles, fear, and despair of the real galaxy—massive amounts of extreme emotions seeped in through the barrier between reality and illusion. The entire warp fog was violently boiling, gray-black waves of mist churning with crimson veins, and the omnipresent whispers of tiny demons filled every corner of the ship. Even through the ship's multiple layers of psionic shields, Huang Feng could still directly perceive the carnage outside: the wails of trillions of humans, the piercing noise of Iron Man's computational logic collapsing, the reverberating shockwaves of exploding starships—each layer piercing his soul.

She knew in her heart that this Iron Man rebellion was destined to cripple humanity at its peak. And the ensuing warp storm would deliver the final, fatal blow to the collapsing human race. The two cataclysmic events combined would forcefully revert the golden age civilization, built up over millennia, back to the early days of interstellar colonization ten thousand years ago, reducing all order, technology, and interstellar ties to nothing.

After countless chaotic and distorted periods of subspace time, the flames of war in the outside world gradually subsided. Through cross-dimensional perception, Huang Feng reconstructed the final course of the entire war: the rebellious Iron Man used humanity's pinnacle of world-destroying weaponry, with over twenty Sun-devouring Star Harvesters activating simultaneously, draining the fusion energy of dozens of stars and plunging the entire star sector into eternal night; massive numbers of nanodevourers detached from the mothership, disintegrating planetary crusts and starship alloys like a gray swarm of insects, directly melting the colonized planets into the void; an endless vortex fleet unleashed a spacetime gravitational vortex, directly swallowing and annihilating the entire star sector; multiple batches of time-warping weapons were deployed, dragging millions of human fleets into a closed spacetime rift, permanently banishing them.

The Human Federation hastily assembled its remaining loyal fleet, genetically modified and enhanced legions, and temporarily recruited wild psionicists into a resistance force to launch a desperate counterattack. Countless border colonies, determined to prevent the STC core from falling into the hands of the Iron Man, deliberately detonated their planetary cores, destroyed industrial fortresses and databases, and personally incinerated millennia of technological achievements, preferring total destruction to compromise. In this desperate situation, humanity set aside racial barriers and signed a temporary wartime alliance with the Eldar and the Wotan dwarves. Relying on the Eldar's spiritual void seal and the dwarves' anti-AI void hardware, they severed the Iron Man's interstellar communication network of its global AI.

After centuries of bloody battles in the void, humanity barely escaped with a pyrrhic victory: the Iron Man's central main server was destroyed by the three-way coalition, and the vast majority of Iron Man combat units and main starships were wiped out. However, the cost was devastating: over half of the colonized worlds in the Milky Way were reduced to scorched lava; interstellar travel routes, industrial capacity, and supply chains were completely severed; and over 70% of the rare STC blueprints were permanently lost, never to be recovered. From that day forward, an instinctive fear of autonomous AI was etched deep into humanity's genes. Later, the human empire enacted legislation defining all sentient machines as abhorrent heretics and permanently banning related research and development technologies across the entire realm.

Huang Feng withdrew his external senses and was preparing to accelerate the breeze to approach Terra when a sudden chill ran through him. The Legion eagle banner he carried felt cold all over and automatically lit up with a warning silver light. Dense chaotic signals from all directions converged on him through his psionic senses.

"Something's not right." Huang Feng raised his hand and gripped the eagle flag at his waist, his eyes instantly turning icy. "We've been targeted by a warp demon."

Looking through the ship's porthole, the Breeze was enveloped by countless low-ranking demonic minions amidst the boiling warp mist. At the forefront of the encirclement stood four supreme demons: Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh—the four major Chaos gods—all gathered together, a rare sight in the warp. The flow of time in the surrounding warp was completely disrupted; time reversed at the front of the ship and accelerated at the rear, causing the ship's structure to crack spontaneously.

Huang Feng took a deep breath, suppressing her brief astonishment. While she was powerless to intervene in galactic-level civilization wars, that didn't mean she feared warp demons. She had lived for tens of thousands of years, and her psionic abilities and eagle-flag manipulation skills had been honed over many years, making her overall combat strength far surpass that of Makado.

"If I can't beat the interstellar wars outside, can't I beat you guys?"

Huang Feng flipped his wrist and took out five fully activated Legion Eagle Flags at once. He turned and handed the Third Legion Eagle Flag, which was in the most stable condition, to Su Jinyu beside him, saying firmly, "Take this to protect yourself and don't leave the ship even a step."

As soon as she finished speaking, Huang Feng activated her collective psionic energy, combining it with the soul anchor point that Neos had embedded in the eagle flags. Ignoring the subspace barrier, she directly used short-range psionic teleportation to step out onto the Breeze. Five eagle flags hovered around her, and a large-scale psionic suppression field instantly spread out, forcibly suppressing and reducing all chaotic psionic energy within a radius of 100,000 kilometers by 70%.

At first, the four great demons considered the tiny human before them insignificant, their eyes filled with mockery and disdain. Only when their suppression domains completely enveloped them, and their chaotic spiritual energy nearly stagnated, did their expressions change drastically. Khorne, the most violent and fastest of the four, charged forward with his blood axe, intending to tear Huang Feng apart in one blow.

Huang Feng remained expressionless, raising his hand to activate the Eagle Banner, gathering spiritual energy and unleashing a pure white, condensed spiritual energy piercing bullet. The bullet instantly pierced through the Khorne Demon's body; its massive flesh and blood didn't physically explode, but instead began to disintegrate at the soul level. Within the Eagle Banner, Neos's primordial spiritual energy, like an inextinguishable flame, directly entangled the Khorne Demon's soul essence, forcibly dragging and sealing it within the banner.

In a mere instant, a top-tier Khorne was completely annihilated, not even its soul could escape. The remaining three demons instantly shed all their contempt, and an extreme fear arose from their very souls. They turned and tried to scatter and flee, intending to break the encirclement and escape separately into the deep warp mist.

"You're the ones who came here on your own initiative. Did you ask me before you left?"

Huang Feng's eyes were indifferent. He used his full-domain spiritual energy connection to lock down the spatial coordinates of all the fleeing demons. The Eagle Banner suppression domain expanded again, blocking all escape routes. The ensuing battle was a foregone conclusion. Relying on his unique abilities of dual spiritual energy suppression and soul devouring and sealing, none of the twelve high-level demons, along with the four super demons, were able to escape the encirclement.

The battle ended, and the warp mist returned to calm. Huang Feng looked down at the main eagle banner in his hand; the previously blank counting patterns in the corners of the banner had now been reset to zero. These eagle banners were never simply defensive weapons from the beginning, but rather warp prisons for demonic souls that Huang Feng had specially crafted. All the Chaos Demons that were devoured would be permanently trapped in the independent psionic space within the eagle banners, constantly subjected to the burning and scorching power of Neos's primordial psionic energy. Even a Great Demon with the right to resurrect in the warp, once its soul essence was completely incinerated, could never be reborn in the warp.

Huang Feng stretched his wrists, releasing all the pent-up frustration he had been holding in, leaving him with nothing but pure, exhilarating joy.