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This is very wrong! This was the first thought that popped into Yan Xiong's mind after the fierce battle with Azure Star.

The dazzling jewelry chain did not obstruct her vision in the slightest, nor did her gorgeous attire slow down her movements.

On the contrary, the power she displayed far surpassed that of herself when she was wearing power armor.

It should be noted that the power armor specially designed for him by the Tu clan's technicians is not only lightweight and convenient, but also greatly enhances his strength, making him surpass ordinary humans.

However, at this moment, he himself was at a disadvantage in terms of the balance of power!

What terrified Yan Xiong even more was that his opponent wielded the sword and shield with such skill and precision that they seemed impeccable. No matter what moves he made, it seemed that he could not escape the opponent's sharp eyes, as if everything had already been seen through by the opponent.

If it weren't for the occasional slight opening revealed by the opponent's overly exaggerated movements, he probably would have been defeated long ago.

"Could it be that even ordinary humans possess such great strength?" Entas, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

At that moment, he felt a deep sense of admiration for his compatriots who dared to engage in close combat with humans.

On the other side, Sven Gorehowl secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, at least half of the members of the entire Imperial Astartes Legion had close ties with the Ultramarines.

Even the Space Wolves Legion, known for its bravery and fearlessness, as one of the founding legions, still falls far short of the Ultra Warrior Legion in terms of combat power and influence.

He didn't believe that knowing some little secret had caused the two founding teams to break up, but he was indeed curious as to why the Ultramarines had sent out so many victorious soldiers.

Without any twists or turns, the Flamebringer sent by the Tau was defeated by Azure Star and forced to his knees. A purple Space Marine held up a monocular telescope and spoke rapidly.

No one noticed Him, except for El and the group members watching the battle via live stream.

"I apologize for my previous attitude." Yan Xiong fell to the ground, his power armor shattered, and he also took a shield bash to the face from Azure Star.

"Leave this star system. This is not a place for you, young race." Azure Star read out Kirsage's words with a measured tone, "This universe is not benevolent. Your expansion will attract something bad."

Yan Xiong, who stood up shakily, looked at Cang Lan Xing with some surprise and asked in confusion, "What will this attract?"

“We call them… Chaos Gods, and it is they who caused most of the Warp to become lost.”

In the ritual system chosen by Kirsaj, Tarasin stroked his long metal chin, watching the Mithra's Disdain and his undead fleet arrive with another batch of sacrifices. Kirsaj had previously asked him to help prepare a ritual to summon the Primarch.

The nine-star system is almost ready, and some members of the Spirit Race have also noticed it, but in their current state, they are no longer capable of dealing with the ancient enemy.

“Almost there…” Kirsaj stared at the small ritual altar made of black stone in front of him, thinking to himself.

These black stones possess psionic amplification capabilities, which can significantly reduce the cost she incurs when initiating the ritual.

At this moment, she was preparing to use her knowledge to summon the infamous Tzeentch Primarch—Magnus—to this place.

Around the altar, the Trinity Guard stood ready, while Lerner stood quietly to the side, silent. The Blessed Sons also surrounded the altar like statues.

On the altar, numerous Chaos believers arranged themselves into a nine-by-nine-by-nine square formation according to a specific pattern.

Their faces were contorted, and they kept emitting shrill screams and painful howls.

These Chaos believers looked with despair at the blessed children who were regarded as messengers of the gods, hoping with all their hearts that they could be saved.

However, the blessed sons remained unresponsive to the believers' earnest pleas, as if they had lost all feeling.

Meanwhile, nine black stone arrays, like sleeping behemoths, were quietly deployed around the altar.

Once the ritual officially begins, they will instantly awaken and play their unique roles.

Finally, Kilsager strode confidently toward the altar.

Just then, the treacherous eye slowly opened, as if foreshadowing an earth-shattering upheaval.

“Let’s begin!” Kirsage took a deep breath and gave the order.

In an instant, the entire space was filled with deafening screams, and nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine souls cried out in terror at the same time.

Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, and their once vibrant lives gradually became twisted and deformed under the erosion of this evil force.

And with each soul's struggle and screams, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine different destinies began to undergo earth-shattering changes...

Amplified by the Blackrock Array, Kirsaj initiated the ritual to summon Magnus. Magnus, who was testing psionic magic in Tzeentch's Demon Realm, also heard the summoning and Tzeentch's laughter.

“Knowledge.” Magnus noticed Kirsage’s traded items, and Tzeentch readily admitted that he had never heard of such knowledge either.

Magnus stepped into the material universe, carrying with him immense psychic power and a thirst for knowledge.

Upon seeing Magnus's arrival, Tarasin immediately shut down the Blackstone Array, but did not activate the mode that suppressed psionic energy.

Magnus frowned as he sensed the amplification disappear; he didn't believe humanity would cooperate with the space undead.

However, since it was Tzeentch's Eternal Chosen who summoned him, he was relieved and even somewhat admired this "colleague" who could deceive the undead overlord of space.

“You crave knowledge,” Kirsarge succinctly pointed out what Magnus desired: “knowledge that will prevent your offspring from mutating.”

Magnus looked at Kirsaj's mocking gaze, knowing it wasn't difficult for the other to know his inner pain; no one knew what power the Eye of the Master of Change truly possessed.

"What do you want?" Magnus said calmly. Even if the knowledge the other party was trading couldn't save his offspring, it was still extremely valuable knowledge that even a supreme god didn't know.

"I need the Fifteenth Legion, the Sons of a Thousand Wounds."

“You know this is impossible.” Magnus looked at the eternal chosen one before her; she was far too greedy.

“What if I make it possible?” Kirsaj waved at a figure.

Magnus looked over, and the Primarch's vision allowed him to see the figure clearly—it was the Thousand Sons of the Great Crusade, his offspring.

Moreover, he was a Sekhmet, a member of the First Order of the Sons of a Thousand Sicknesses, and his guard.

Then Sekhmet removed his helmet, revealing a face that showed no signs of change whatsoever.

Magnus strode up to Sekhmet, whose blood flowed with his own; he could sense that this was his offspring.

Magnus's body trembled; the curse of the Son of a Thousand Sores no longer clung to this Sekhmet.

"So, what is your choice? Primarch, or Lord of the Fifteenth Legion?"