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Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the Agamemnon-class battleship Guardian of Justice, like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, hurtled toward the convergence point of the warp beams of the three Blackrock fortresses with overwhelming force.

In an instant, a strong and dazzling light erupted like a brilliant supernova, illuminating the entire galaxy.

The light was so intense and dazzling, it seemed to be the light of humanity's indomitable will, piercing through the endless darkness and shining on every inch of the Cardia galaxy, warming and inspiring the hearts of everyone.

As the light gradually faded, people were surprised to find that the once impregnable Blackstone Fortress was now shrouded in deathly silence.

Their entire system overloaded due to the enormous impact, their defense system collapsed instantly, and they even lost their ability to move.

Just then, Raynor's firm and impassioned voice came through the communication channel: "This is Raynor! The heroic sacrifice of Spyr and the entire crew of the Guardian of Justice has successfully overloaded the entire system of Blackrock Fortress! Now, all forces, charge! Let us destroy this Chaos fleet in one fell swoop!"

With his shouts, the soldiers, who were originally grieving the loss of their comrades, rallied and their eyes burned with fury.

At this point, Renault quickly took command of the fleet.

He calmly and methodically deployed his forces, making full use of the absolute combat advantage that the Imperial Navy currently possessed.

One after another, the Imperial warships pounced on the Chaos fleet, which had suffered a severe blow to morale, like a pack of hungry wolves.

Despite being equipped with fearsome Chaos Space Marines, these Chaos warships were unable to inflict any real damage on the Imperial warships due to their overwhelming firepower.

Before attempting to cripple the Imperial warships, the brave and fearless captains decisively ordered the reactor overload procedure to be activated, delivering a final, fatal blow to the enemy with a determination to destroy everything.

A series of dazzling explosions appeared in the void, and Imperial warships perished along with the Chaos Space Marines who boarded them. The power of the explosions also severely damaged nearby Chaos warships.

Now all command was meaningless, and the Imperial warships recklessly crashed into the Chaos fleet's scattered formation, even though the two Chaos Space Marine legions tried their best to stop them.

To make matters worse for the Chaos Fleet, the Abyss Lord and the Tarazin's undead fleet, which had annihilated the Chaos support fleet, also launched artillery fire on the Chaos warships from the edge of the battlefield.

"This shouldn't be happening, this isn't in the prophecy." Luo Jia muttered to himself. The Legion of the Word Bearers suffered a crushing defeat after almost their entire force was mobilized? Was it because he wasn't devout enough that the gods abandoned him?

The cries of his offspring were blocked by Luo Jia, and purple subspace energy quietly appeared around him.

"Was it a blessing from the Lord of Pleasure?" Luo Jia wondered, looking at the purple psionic energy.

"Boom, boom."

To his astonishment, Corax emerged from the warp rift.

"Now no one is coming to save you, Luojia."

Having just come out of the ICU, Galton, wearing his new Terminator power armor, walked to the porthole. The familiar scene on the Mountain Array made him feel nostalgic.

Beyond the portholes still lay countless chaotic enemies, but the brave Imperial Navy was in no way inferior to them.

A short while later, with nothing else to do, Galton saw the returning Unyielding Spirit and... the Vengeful Spirit with friendly markings on the divination box?

It seemed the Shadowmoon Wolves had successfully dealt with the Great Raider and his Black Legion, Galton thought, before noticing the two already destroyed warships and a large number of other warships behind the Vengeful Spirit.

The two warships were none other than the Blood Angels Legion's flagship, the Blood Tear, and the Iron Hands Legion's flagship, the Iron Fist.

"God Emperor above."

What puzzled him was why there was a thing that looked like an alien creation behind these two fleets.

"That's... the World Engine?" Tarasin's eager gaze was drawn to the enormous World Engine.

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On the Unyielding Spirit, Abaddon knelt before three Primarchs burning with golden flames, with an endless line of Space Marines of the three colors behind him.

“Abaddon, do you understand that you and your Black Legion will embark on a thirteen-hundred-year crusade for redemption in the name of the Redeemers?”

"As you command, Father."

"The Cursed Legion will be watching you, Abaddon. Purification comes at a price." This was a Primarch whose head was composed of golden flames.

“I hope you understand the importance of protecting your brothers, and that you don’t need to be too rigid in your rules when necessary,” said another Primarch with a pair of pure white wings.

“I will embark on a path of atonement.” Abaddon bowed his head, but his voice was not low. “For the Emperor and for mankind.”

Under the cover of the Holy Blood Angels Legion and the Iron Hand Legion, the Soul of Vengeance went straight to the Blackrock Fortress of the Eternal Will.

Frican Malhoth sat on the throne of the Godsbest, veins bulging on his head, his ambition, his fleet, his grand performance all destroyed.

But he hasn't lost yet. As long as he takes the two Blackrock Fortresses, he can still make a comeback.

As he plotted how to evacuate the two Blackrock fortresses, the cannons of the Eternal Will slowly and firmly pointed at the Gods' Grace.

"Warriors of the Empire, Shadowmoon Wolves have seized control of the ruined Blackrock Fortress! She will become the Empire's sharpest blade!"

The purple torrent of subspace surged forth once more, crashing against the Gods' Grace amidst the terrified gaze of Frikan Malhoth.

The Gods' Grace, which had been completely rendered defenseless, was breached with a huge hole, and a golden figure suddenly flew out and rushed into the Gods' Grace through the hole.

The Word Bearers Space Marines reacted immediately, and thousands of Chaos Space Marines quickly formed a defensive line.

As the golden figure slowly became clearer in their eyes, the dark apostles among them cried out in fear.

"How is this possible! He is already dead!"

Those pure white wings and the tall figure holding the spear of fury were none other than Saint Gilles, the Primarch of the Holy Blood Angel who died at the hands of Horus ten thousand years ago!

When they saw the figure of Saint Gilles, death was imminent; the golden figure flashed past, leaving only a ground littered with the dead Word Bearers.

In just a few dozen minutes, Saint Gilles broke through the layers of defenses set up by the Word Bearers and arrived in front of Frican Marlos.

“Have you come to grant me death, Saint Gilles?” Frican Malhos held his finely crafted power sword, staring intently at the archangel before him.

“Thank you, Saint Gilles, the transaction is complete.” Bella stepped out from the side, observing every detail of the archangel before her.

Saint Gilles shifted uncomfortably and asked, "Should I go now?"

Although he was eager to learn more about Frikan Malos here, he sighed and prepared to leave, thinking of the deal his father had made with some unknown person.

Bella nodded slightly, then looked at Frican Malos after Sanguis disappeared.

"The divine deity has commanded me to greet you, you who should not exist."