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They knew their own power wasn't infinite. If they expended too much effort in forcing their arrival, they would inevitably be deeply afflicted by the power of the Eight Winds, learning that resources could not be wasted in an all-out war.

Therefore these rituals are necessary.

……

But the ceremony was interrupted, and the Federation's fleet moved silently in the universe, retaking the worlds that were affected by the ritual and had erupted in the bloodthirsty curse.

Their ships, like blades in the shadows, pierced the path paved with the flesh and blood of the Khorne Legions. They carried only a cold and ruthless justice, a will that would not compromise or bend, a will that would be pronounced on the battlefield, declaring the collapse of Khorne's false throne that distorted the nature of struggle.

As the spiritual ritual began, people only felt their original desire to vent their anger without intention to kill transformed into a targeted, stubborn and cold indignation.

The Federation's Changyuan began to produce psychic influence due to the manifestation of psychic entities, preventing the spread of the bloodthirsty curse, just like the empire's city walls had become spirits, using boring and tedious rules to resist the whispers of the Blood God for hundreds of years.

A mace burning with light and flame emerged from the darkness and smashed the head of Khârn the Berserker, one of Khorne's most favored champions. Hoping this time his loyal brothers would retrieve him and allow Khorne himself to resurrect him once more.

The owner of the mace prayed to the instigator of all this: "I have come to fulfill my appointment, God of Blood. Bless me, for I have just destroyed the powerful one you favored. I am stronger than all of them."

The once invincible transcendent being finally hesitated, and the blessing ultimately did not appear, because then the just revenge would be unstoppable.

The god of concepts is still a god, a personification of an insentient elemental force, and he still has his own emotions, but they are distorted reflections of the true concepts.

"You recognize this, too. You've used the guise of strength, competition, and the survival of the fittest to mask your selfishness and malice. My sentence is unfair, and I consider you guilty. You must apologize for imposing your own laws of war on the Federation and the Galaxy. This retribution begins with your toys."

Solkan, the Federation's god of justice, descended upon the land of Tuchucha. Wherever he passed, all the smell of blood was evaporated, because the power of the entire Fire Realm Aquisha followed him, and he wanted to torment all the unjust people with heavenly fire, lava and heat.

So, listening to the voice of Solkan, the god of vengeance, and watching one of the most powerful gods of the Federation strolling over, the two demon primarchs, whose minds were twisted by chaos, became a little clearer.

The Daemon Primarch Lorgar was now mentally cursing the damned gods he served, accusing them of setting harsh tasks, but it was of no avail.

……

Angron's roar shook the ground of Tuchucha, but it was only a show of strength.

Faced with the oppression of the Federation's God of Justice, which was even more terrifying than the cursed, their cold-blooded father, Angron, whose soul was almost broken by the power of chaos, rarely had the thought of retreating.

Sadly, his soul was no longer his own. The Butcher's Nails—the curse that had tormented him his entire life—sensed his host's weakness and gnawed at his nerves like a mad dog, burrowing into his skull. It was like the Blood God himself issuing an ultimatum to his servant, urging him to confront this unmatched opponent.

In agony, his consciousness shattered once again, Angron roared and charged towards Solkan, his great axe slicing through the air, attempting to tear the lesser god in front of him apart.

But the power of judgment, bestowed by the Realm of Fire, could not be shaken by the Daemon Primarch. In a mere moment, the flames engulfed the Daemon Primarch's body. Before Angron could launch his charge, Sorkan raised his hand and struck him back with his mace.

The defeated gladiator leader on the Red Sand Star was never one of great strength, and Angron was knocked out in a very short time.

It was so short that even the Daemon Primarch Lorgar had just mustered up the courage to help his Daemon brothers.

Angron's body slammed into the earth like a meteorite, tumbling in a scorched gully. Even for the Daemon Primarch, the blow was enough to shake his psychic body, flaming flesh peeling from his frame and burning away even the twisting, writhing essence of his soul.

But even so, the nail on his head was not damaged at all, as if that was the demon prince that Khorne must protect, and the body below was just its mount.

Angron tried to rise, but Khorne's favor was slow to arrive. The Blood God gazed upon the battle from the distant depths of Chaos, speechless. Khorne showed no favor to the defeated, and this war was clearly lost.

Khorne's blessing allowed him to stand up in just eighty-eight seconds, but what good was that, as Solkan's flames, no matter how many times he was resurrected, still burned in his body, causing the Daemon Primarch to writhe in agony.

"You are next, Grand Pope."

Solkan's relentless trial enters its next phase, with the second defendant now needing to take the stand.

……

Looking at the Federation's God of Punishment, whose figure was like the arrival of the Last Judgment, Colchis's weak believer who was unable to resist awakened again today.

Lorgar knew that he could not defeat Solkan, and might not even be able to escape from him safely, so he did what he was best at in his life - flattery.

He took a step forward, lowered the hammer in his hand, and his tone was full of respect and piety.

"Great God of Punishment, we are willing to bear the blame for our mistakes, for we failed to recognize that what lay before us was the embodiment of a new, primordial truth, a greater manifestation of the Supreme Heaven. I once misled, believing that the faith of the False Emperor or the Chaos Gods could guide all beings in the galaxy. But now, I finally understand that this new being is the supreme truth."

His voice was humble and sincere, his words were fluent and had a perfect psychic influence. If it were any other being, they might be deceived by his sweet words.

……

But Solkan just looked at him, his eyes filled with endless contempt and cold insight.

His burning eyes of judgment completely tore through Lorgar's disguise and looked directly into the essence of his soul.

"You're nothing but a coward."

Solkan's voice echoed across time and space, as if the entire universe was mocking this former 'faith leader'.

The moment Lorgar looked into Solkan's eyes, his soul was dragged into the depths of his memories, and he saw everything in his past with his own eyes.

He built a temple of faith with lies, and used hypocrisy to cover up his inner cowardice. He played the role of a devout believer in front of everyone, but he never truly believed every word he said.

He had never been as devout and respectful to his father as he claimed, nor had he ever submitted to the forces of Chaos out of weakness.

Cowardice, hesitation and doubt are his past, present and future.

"You don't understand your so-called 'original truth' at all. You don't even dare to face your own lies. You are not pious."

Solkan walked slowly forward, looking down at Lorgar.

"There are no words from the scriptures in your arms."

A devout believer actually does not agree with his idol's ideas, and directly refuses to understand his idol's thoughts and feelings, and changes his allegiance without hesitation.

So this soul-searching journey came to the last chapter where Solkan dealt the final blow to the Demon Primarch in the ruins of the perfect city in the past.

"Your head should have fallen here in the first place. This way, the faith and culture of the entire galaxy might have had a better development, because it was no longer useful after the writing of that crappy book called the Holy Words."

The false believer, his scars exposed, furiously raised his warhammer, attempting to refute Solkan's accusations with force. But what a ridiculous move! He couldn't even defeat himself, so how could this demon, still so weak, defeat Solkan?

The next moment, Solkan waved his hand again, and Lorgar suffered the same fate as Angron. His hammer shattered, and his body, filled with filthy chaotic power, was blown away.

Their rituals were shattered as Khorne's warriors showed weakness and the Undeserved Preachers fell into doubt.

Solkan's merciless judgment shattered the very essence of their being. When they no longer possessed the spiritual pillars that formed their being, their psionic memetic influence completely dissipated.

Chaos' power collapsed in Tuchucha.

……

The Helka Federation's fleet slowly descended. They were not in a hurry to join the battle because the battle had already ended and the Mecha God had ended everything.

The fleet's artillery locked onto the surface, and rounds of precise bombardment began, completely eliminating all remaining Chaos forces while ensuring that the integrity of the planet was not overly damaged.

There was no dramatic reversal, no Khorne taking over, no magical unfolding of the Anthem engine, no final struggle.

Khorne's wrath could not fall, for he was being held down by the other gods of the Seven Winds, slumped on his throne, roaring helplessly and furiously.

He could only watch the Helka Federation triumph in Tuchucha, watch his warriors be torn to pieces, and watch his blood sacrifice site be completely eradicated.

On this day, flames devoured chaos, and one of the three sacred artifacts changed hands.

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Chapter 185 The Failure of Spartacus.

The sky where Tuchucha was located was obscured by the Federation warships, and the thick clouds rolled in and were then torn apart by the landing pods.

The Federation's army has been advancing steadily, and their psykers are performing control rituals around the legendary ancient sacred artifact.

What was puzzling was that this artifact - the creation that was said to have a will of its own - did not show any signs of resistance.

According to legend, it was once a supreme creation in the hands of ancient saints, carrying some kind of unfathomable wisdom and power. Countless beings who coveted it in the past failed when trying to control it.

But now, it is so obedient to accept the control of the federal psychics.

Perhaps, it has its own plan and is just waiting for the right time to reveal its true intentions.

……

On the other side, the God of Paladins was preparing to wipe out the two twisted Chaos Primarchs.

Solkan stood on the ruined battlefield, a flame burning in his hand. The light from his body pierced the darkness, illuminating the two fallen figures before him.

Angron's body still burned with the fire of revenge, the blazing divine flames scorching his flesh. Lorgar struggled to his feet, for against him, Solkan disdained even the power of the Eight Winds.

He could no longer think, the power of Khorne thrashing within him, struggling to wrest control of his mighty warframe. But as the flames seared him, Angron's mind briefly began to break free from the Butcher's Nails.

His thoughts were no longer a single madness, but he began to look back on the past. Visions of the past flashed before his eyes, and those memories buried deep in his soul unfolded before his eyes like torn old scrolls, frame by frame.

He couldn't hear what Solkan was saying at all, his mind was filled with all the memories of the past.

In the bloody arena of Nuceria, he slew the slave who had once considered him a son, not by his own will, but by the control of the Butcher's Nail.

He rose up in anger, but because of the influence of madness, he was unable to use his psychic power to continuously create advantages, and those warriors who followed him to fight for freedom gradually fell into despair.

In the end he failed. His rage was not enough to break the shackles of Nuceria. The old order still existed, and those warriors who followed his path of freedom fell one by one on the battlefield.

When the Emperor came, he was not offered freedom and redemption, but instead was forced into becoming a warrior and a tool of the Emperor's will.

The cold tyrant ignored his struggles and simply psionically carried him away, denying him the right to die alongside his comrades. His father could have changed the world, but he was unwilling to give anything for Angron.

He watched with his own eyes as his genetic offspring voluntarily installed the Butcher's Nail to please him, but he did not object to it and even felt twisted joy in it.

When he returned to Nukeriya, the people mocked this freedom fighter as a coward who fled from the battlefield. So after the murderers and brothers of that year had returned to the earth, he "showed his power" to these unrelated people who did not know the truth.

He had thought Lorgar was his brother, but Lorgar, like him, was long dead. The one who could have calmed him down with kindness and forgiveness was gone. Now there was only a mad, blind maggot who groveled before Chaos, just as Angron was now.

In the whisper of chaos, he accepted the gift of Khorne, but he did not gain freedom. He did not even have the power to write a poem. The only difference between him and the bloodletter was that the bloodletter did not have to go through so much torture to become a slave of the blood god.

Now, after a long and arduous journey, the past has caught up with him again.

Now, his hallucinations intertwined with reality, the figures of Solkan and Nuceria's slave masters overlapping, as if mocking his failure. Fate always returns to these desperate situations.

This time, however, his tyrannical father couldn't interfere, and he didn't want to run away.

……

The flames on Angron's body went out, and his strength seemed to increase, not because of Khorne's teachings, but because he seemed to have... regained some of his nature.

The divine flame in Shorkan's hand rose again, and he hurled flames at Angron and Lorgar, and the Chaos Space Marines still trying to defend them, but the flames were extinguished in an instant.

The power of the flames persisted. Angron absorbed them, and half the Daemon Primarch's body was charred black. He could feel his very being consumed, his skin carbonized, his muscles scorched and cracked, revealing blackened bones. The agony made him want to roar, but he stopped. He was too exhausted.

He is now half a pain absorber and half a pain creator.

Angron gave a final roar, telling Lorgar to hurry, then rushed towards Sorkan with weapon raised.

The Daemon Primarch of Colchis looked on as Angron, who appeared to be shattered, was beaten again and again by the God of Vengeance with his hammer.

He left, heading for the very center of the ritual, where the power was still enough to open a door, a passage that would allow him to return to the High Heavens.

He convinced himself that Angron would not die, just as he had been saved by the False Emperor and the Blood God before. He was favored by the gods and already possessed immortality. At most, he would only be temporarily frustrated. Even in this situation...

He always felt that faith could solve all problems.

……

Watching the departure of that "brother", the most pathetic madman under the Blood God, the Demon Primarch Angron, actually felt a sense of relief at this moment.

At least after all these years, the Son of Red Sand had finally become someone's savior, even if the other person didn't thank him at all, and never would again.

Solkan's eyes, which could set even the soul ablaze, stared fixedly at the wounded Daemon Primarch. "Why are you stopping us?"

There was such a question in that look.

Angron wanted to let out a battle cry to cheer himself up.

But he didn't know what to say.

"For the Emperor"? How ironic.

"For the Blood God"? The monster loved him more than the nail in his head.

"For victory"? His comrades and descendants all hated him.

"For Nukeriya"? He had no home.

"To put an end to this."

He finally replied.

"Then we shall meet again, Gladiator!"

The spiritual ritual was fully launched, and all the power of the gods in the entire federation was concentrated on Solkan. Khorne could come to the rescue at this time, but it was too late for him to intervene.

A deafening roar and explosion occurred at the moment when the mace and rune sword intersected, and no one knew what happened.

On the other side of the planet, the recovery of Tuchucha has been completed and the warp storm here has dissipated.

Another Shadow Crusade has ended.

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