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"It's all over, Palpatine." Griffiths's lips curled into a smug smile, his voice echoing in the empty space, announcing the end of this long and brutal galactic war.

The summoning ritual is complete, everything is ready, and all that remains is for the legendary Apostle of Unity to make his move.

Palpatine's body trembled uncontrollably, his teeth chattering with fear, and the chill seemed to come from the depths of his soul, almost unbearable for him.

The clone soldiers who came to provide support were instantly frozen into lifeless ice sculptures. Their once orderly ranks became stiff and distorted, as if time had frozen at that moment.

These were once Palpatine's reinforcements, but now they die helplessly in the spreading cold.

"So, this is my end?" Palpatine swallowed hard, his voice filled with despair and resentment.

Despite being filled with fear, he forced back his trembling body, lit the lightsaber in his hand, and pointed it at the white figure that slowly emerged from the magic circle.

The white figure stood there silently, like a ghost, emanating a suffocating chill.

She slowly raised her right hand, and a torrent of pure white snow gushed from her palm, quickly spreading and covering the entire surface of Pawa Star.

The Galactic Empire's army, which was fighting hard, was surprised to find that their enemy clone soldiers were suddenly engulfed by this supernatural frost and frozen into ice sculptures in the blink of an eye.

But the frost did not stop spreading; like a relentless white wave, it swept everything away, enveloping the entire planet of Pawa in a frigid atmosphere.

Within minutes, Pawa was completely frozen, and the once vibrant planet was now a lifeless, frozen wasteland.

From outer space, this pure white planet resembles a crystal-clear gem, radiating breathtaking beauty.

However, for the soldiers of the Republic, this sight was more terrifying than the arrival of death.

The white figure, like a ghost, slowly lowered its right hand.

Her power seemed to dissipate with this movement, and her originally powerful aura gradually weakened.

“The offerings I prepared in advance were far too few,” she said calmly, with a hint of helplessness in her voice. “This is all I can do.”

Griffiths stood to the side, head bowed respectfully, filled with awe for this mysterious being.

Although Frostnova's power has diminished, the strength she is currently displaying is enough to make Grievous willingly lower himself.

“That’s enough, Lady Frostnova,” Griffith said hastily. “Your help is of great importance to us.”

Froststar nodded slightly in response to Griffith.

Her gaze passed over Grievous and landed on the chaotic Galactic Republic fleet in the distance.

"Go and prepare, General Grievous," Frostnova's voice remained calm. "The rest is up to you."

“I will certainly live up to my mission,” Griffiths replied solemnly, then lit his lightsaber and walked step by step toward the helpless Palpatine.

"Emergency summons, only this once." After leaving these last words, Frostnova's figure slowly merged into the magic circle and eventually disappeared completely.

The red-letter mage in charge of the summoning breathed a sigh of relief, secretly marveling at how understanding the subordinates of the God of Unity truly were.

They didn't have high hopes of getting any substantial help, since such powerful beings are usually difficult to please, and even if they were given power or assistance, they would rarely appear in a carefree manner.

However, Frostnova's performance completely exceeded their expectations.

"Indeed, the Primarch's choice this time was incredibly wise," the Red Letter mage murmured to himself. "Hopefully, everything will proceed smoothly from here on out, and there won't be any unexpected incidents."

At this moment, Kirsar ignored the Galactic Republic, which had fallen apart due to Palpatine's death, because the long-dormant chat group had once again issued a group mission.

Group Customer Service: The universe where group member Reno resides has entered its final battle, and a mission is now being issued.

Group Customer Service: Task 1, End the Darkness.

Group Customer Service: Task Two, Defeat the Butcher.

Group Customer Service: Task Three, the ghost is gone.

Group Customer Service: Task Four, The Fall of Life.

Group Customer Service: Task Five, Fate in Chaos.

Group Customer Service: Task Six, Respond to Deception.

Group Customer Service: Task Seven, Giants and Dragons.

Group Customer Service: Task Eight, Dimensional Change.

Group Customer Service: Task Nine, A Great Being.

Renault: ?

Renault: Something's not right, why is it so concise?

Killer Jake: The power of the weaklings has kicked in?

El: Anyway, if something happens to Uncle Reno, everyone will help.

Tina: I feel like there's something strange about these tasks.

Tina: Except to end the darkness.

Tarachin: The implications of these tasks... I advise everyone to be prepared.

War-weariness: This doesn't look good.

Azure Star: Why do I have a feeling this will involve me?

Chen Huijie: The new warships manufactured in Lungmen can be dispatched to provide support.

El: Although I have a lot of power, it's still too difficult to build interstellar warships.

Tarasin: I will have the Silent King send troops.

Tarachin: Perhaps Killieman will also want to get involved.

After entering the information, Tarachin turned his gaze to the seemingly unusually calm Gilliman in front of him.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, asking with a half-smile, "So, what is your opinion on what I just said, Your Majesty the Regent of the Human Empire?"

Guilliman's eyes were firm and resolute, and he answered without hesitation: "The Empire is indeed utterly corrupt now."

However, his voice revealed an indomitable will: "But I will never let go. I will do everything in my power to hold on to it and prevent it from falling into the bottomless abyss."

Tarasin raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself that she hadn't had high hopes for this conversation, but Kiliman's answer was unexpected and perfectly aligned with her expectations.

“Alright, in that case,” Tarachin continued, “would you participate in this battle against the evil god?”

Killman's answer was crisp and clear: "You should know that I would never refuse such a challenge."

The conversation between the two ended there, and Magnus, who was engrossed in reading, slowly closed his copy of "On How to Make the Greenskins Work Together".

He looked up at Killieman and said expressionlessly, "Finished talking? Now it's time to come to class with me."

With that, he stood up, walked over to Guilliman, and grabbed him, saying, "I refuse to believe that I can't teach you psionic skills."

Suddenly, the blue-and-green guy, who had appeared out of nowhere, spoke up: "Quack! The big red guy has lifted the big blue guy up with one hand! He's definitely going to blast knowledge into the big blue guy's brain!"

Talasi swatted away the green-skinned creature that appeared out of nowhere, teleported out of the hall, and arrived at the World Engine parked near Macurag.

Kirsaj stood on the bridge of the Spear of Adun, where Raynor, Artanis, and Kerrigan were already waiting for her.

"Once reinforcements arrive, we will open Urna."

"It is time to step into the void."