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The lost territories were swiftly recovered.

He had intended to take his twisted offspring and demonic servants to "greet" them.

Let's add some obstacles to this illusory revival.

However, Tzeentch stopped him, and the Lord of Change revealed to him the power of the new gods in their prophecies, as well as the "decision" of several warp gods.

The plan is to let things run wild.

That's right, it means letting the human empire reclaim its lost territory.

This puzzled Magnus, but he could not disobey Tzeentch's orders.

Moreover, an ominous premonition lingered in his mind like a maggot clinging to his bone.

He then discovered that he could no longer easily glimpse the countless possibilities of the future as he had in the past.

The threads of fate have become blurred and indistinct.

After that, Magnus witnessed the incredible scene firsthand.

The Great Devourer, the embodiment of endless hunger, a warp projection of the Tyranids.

It was dealt with so easily by that new god of the human empire.

He couldn't understand that kind of power, and had never even heard of it before.

He vaguely sensed that the power seemed to surpass that of the Warp God.

It surpassed everything he knew!

At that moment, he became even more panicked.

After that, he immediately retreated into hiding, not daring to reveal even the slightest trace in the real universe.

Like a frightened wild beast, it retreated to its deepest lair in the warp.

However, later, they saw that the four gods of the subspace of this universe had invited helpers from other parallel universes.

A total of twelve evil gods!

After that, Magnus was completely relieved, because he simply couldn't imagine what could survive the combined attack of the twelve evil gods.

With such power, a mere human empire could be destroyed in the blink of an eye.

The newly born god and the empire's false god will both come to a complete end!

They possess such overwhelming strength.

Magnus really didn't know how he could lose; victory was practically his!

Magnus's mood became increasingly cheerful.

Facing the furious Guilliman, he even had the mood to make a few harmless jokes.

Sure enough, Guilliman on the other side seemed to be easily provoked by him.

Finally, some changes occurred on that perpetually unchanging poker face.

He charged straight at him like an enraged bull, wielding a power sword that burned with an energy field!

Magnus looked at Guilliman charging toward him, a barely perceptible hint of mockery flashing in his single eye.

It seems that his brother is still the same as he was ten thousand years ago, fighting in a truly reckless manner.

Magnus's lips curled into a disdainful smile.

Guilliman's actions at that moment were full of flaws in his eyes and could not cause him any real harm.

He didn't even bother to move, just casually waved his hand.

Psychic energy surged.

A viscous and distorted energy field instantly formed in front of him.

Guilliman's sprint suddenly froze, as if he had plunged into an invisible swamp, his movements becoming slow and difficult.

This is one of the countless new psionic spells that Magnus has painstakingly researched over the course of more than ten thousand years.

This spell was specifically designed to deal with "brothers" like Guilliman who only knew muscle and brute force.

Magnus felt extremely pleased to see Guilliman struggling in vain.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice filled with undisguised sarcasm, “My brother.”

"It seems that these ten thousand years of sitting in meditation have not only completely rusted your body."

"Your mind doesn't seem as sharp as it used to be."

He shook his head, as if looking at an ignorant child.

"Your fighting style is laughably childish."

"I even felt like I was comforting a child."

Just as Magnus was enjoying the thrill of toying with his opponent.

A deafening roar, seemingly without warning, came from behind him! "Silence!"

Huh?! Alarm bells rang in Magnus's mind!

what happened?

Was Guilliman's advance merely a ruse, a bait?

The real attack was lurking behind him all along!

As the cry of "Silence" containing a strange power was uttered.

Magnus felt the surging psionic circuits within his body instantly become chaotic!

It was as if an invisible hand had forcibly disrupted everything!

All the psionic spells he had prepared in advance to deal with various situations were abruptly interrupted at this moment!

"Pfft!"

A burst of blinding arcs of psionic energy erupted from his body, like out-of-control fireworks.

Immediately following this was a complete breakdown of psionic energy.

Tiny yet violent psionic explosions, like a chain reaction, exploded one after another inside and on the surface of his body!

Ge Xiaolun has now undergone a complete transformation and his strength has skyrocketed.

He was facing psionic beings whose strength was similar to his, or even slightly inferior.

It's practically a game-changer!

His abilities are the natural nemesis of those who manipulate psychics!

This will be a complete and utter crushing defeat!

Chapter 138 You came at the right time

The silence was broken by Ge Xiaolun's shout of "Silence!"

The surging spiritual energy within Magnus seemed to be choked by an invisible giant hand, instantly freezing!

His prized magical circuits snapped and went out in an instant!

He wasn't the only one who was interrupted.

His Sons of a Thousand Sins legion, warriors who had been immersed in the path of psychic power for countless years, also felt this tyrannical power at the same time.

Their connection to the warp was instantly severed, and the psychic power within them dried up like water drained from a pool.

These psionicists are more vulnerable than ordinary Astartes after losing their powers.

Immediately afterwards, ripples spread across the sky above the battlefield.

Ender pearls, shimmering with an eerie green light, were precisely hurled onto the battlefield.

The next second, a torrent of golden and blue steel surged forth!

A massive horde of Ultra Warriors, like blades of vengeance born from the void, instantly filled the battlefield, completely surrounding the Thousand Sons who had temporarily lost their power and were utterly astonished.

Unleash a torrent of firepower! The bomb gun roars! The chainsaw sword howls!

The massacre began.

Magnus and his descendants were not entirely without resistance.

Ge Xiaolun's abilities were not permanently stripped away, but rather forcibly interrupted.

As they fought, they tried desperately to mobilize their psionic energy. When the psionic energy within them flickered like a candle in the wind, a faint flame was lit again.

"Silence!" came another angry roar.

Their newly ignited hope was once again ruthlessly extinguished.

Ge Xiaolun stared at them, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He did nothing but stand there, like a patient hunter waiting for his prey's every futile struggle.

The point is to let them experience the despair of just seeing a glimmer of hope, only to be plunged into even deeper darkness.

Guilliman had already told him about the “glorious deeds” of Magnus and his legion.

For Ge Xiaolun, a man who is "patriotic" to the core, a traitor deserves the most extreme torture!

Without the protection of his psychic powers, Magnus was as vulnerable as a child in Guilliman's presence.

Guilliman's cold fist had already landed!

boom!

The first punch shattered the arrogance and mockery on Magnus's face.

boom!

The second punch directly broke off a twisted horn on his head that symbolized mutation and power!

Magnus didn't even have time to muster the strength to fight back.

Guilliman's fists rained down like a storm.