A shrill scream echoed through the galaxy as Slaanesh was struck by the Eldar Death God's sword.
The blade, signifying the end of all things, severed the Chaos God's arm, making him shriek like a newborn.
This sound reverberated throughout the Warp, stirring up terrifying storms.
Countless ships navigating the Warp were tossed about like leaves in a raging tsunami.
The crew members on board were paralyzed with fear, each praying for a safe return to Reality.
Races that had not yet ventured into space felt an innate sense of panic and unease, though they knew not the cause.
"Death God!!!"
Slaanesh stared at the Eldar Death God, a rare look of terror on his face.
The severing of his limb by the Sword of Death was permanent, a conceptual erasure and severance.
Even a Chaos God could not change it; he could not regrow an arm.
"It's over, Dark Prince."
With that, the Eldar Death God continued his assault.
Other divine beings also joined the fray, attempting to destroy Slaanesh in one fell swoop, to utterly defeat the Chaos God.
The ancient Extradimensional Old Gods were particularly motivated; they all yearned to personally kill a Chaos God.
For them, this would undoubtedly be a feat worth boasting about for the rest of their lives.
During the War in Heaven, they fought the Old Ones, and these Warp deities had caused considerable trouble, making them hate them to the bone.
Now, the Old Ones were gone, and the Eldar had become allies.
The only remaining targets for their wrath were these Chaos Gods.
But Slaanesh was, after all, a Chaos God, possessing unimaginable power and authority.
Even if he was outmatched, he could still retreat from the battlefield and escape back into the Warp using his own combat prowess.
The Eldar Death God, the Laughing God, and other deities pursued him relentlessly until Slaanesh returned to his own domain, where they finally stopped.
Within Slaanesh's domain, Slaanesh was invincible; entering it would be suicide.
"You're lucky you're fast."
After a round of threats, the gods turned and returned to the Moro Battlefield.
After humanity integrated the entire galaxy's powerful forces and achieved substantial unity, its strength had reached an extremely exaggerated level.
The Warp had to exert all its might to contend with it.
Slaanesh's escape back to his domain meant that the Chaos side had lost a crucial combatant.
Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle, the three Chaos Gods, facing the siege of multiple divine beings, found themselves outnumbered and quickly fell into a disadvantage.
The other lesser Warp gods were in a similar predicament.
Alex and Cortana led a contingent of Imperial heroes against these lesser gods.
They were utterly powerless to resist, being beaten back repeatedly.
"Die."
As Cortana spoke, she used her laws to tear apart an ancient lesser Warp god.
"No!!!"
That god let out a desperate cry.
He might have once been a god worshipped by some ancient civilization, but over time, he had become a demon.
Now, he was torn apart by Cortana's absolute power.
His soul shattered into countless pieces, just like the Bloodhand Kane of old.
In the past, he would certainly have had a chance to be resurrected.
However, with the exhaustion of Warp energy, even he, with his immortal characteristics, would be banished into eternal nothingness, never to return.
Alex, wielding a long sword and a war spear, frantically hacked at the lesser gods.
His combat power was sufficient to participate in the war against the Chaos Gods.
But after careful consideration, he chose not to participate, opting instead to deal with the lesser gods and relieve the pressure on the Imperial forces.
Beside him, the Warmaster and other high-level players also fought fiercely.
They continuously slashed and never dared to rest, relying on their power armor for nutrient and energy replenishment.
Handsome guy and Celestine, along with other powerful Imperial heroes like Spoor, also surrounded Alex, assisting him in sweeping away the greater demons and lesser gods.
Even Valdor, who had been missing for ten thousand years, appeared on the battlefield at the critical moment, consecutively slaying multiple lesser gods with the Spear of the Sun in his hand.
"The final victory belongs to us."
Seeing Valdor arrive on the battlefield, the Emperor's face showed a look of relief.
Then, he shouted, transforming into a golden giant.
He suddenly accelerated, carrying Khorne deep into the Warp, taking him away from the Moro Battlefield.
Khorne, in the form of a blood-red giant, and the golden giant dueled and fought deep within the Warp, locked in an inseparable struggle, neither able to defeat the other.
On the Moro Battlefield, only Tzeentch and Nurgle remained.
Such a lineup clearly could not break through the defenses and destroy the Aether Phase Engine.
The only reason they weren't utterly defeated was because Nurgle could absorb damage.
Even when besieged by the gods, Nurgle's body was battered and broken, yet he still did not fall, instead constantly maintaining his full vitality.
However, the hope of breaking through Moro and ending humanity's madness was completely shattered.
No matter how furiously the Warp demons attacked, it was futile; they simply could not breach the defenses.
As time passed, the Aether Phase Engine entered full power operation, and the Warp visibly depleted at an alarming rate.
The soul sea, maintained for countless years, would soon face the fate of being drained dry.
As the Warp's energy waned, the technology and psychic abilities of races in the Milky Way that had not allied with humanity rapidly declined.
They were terrified by this but had no solutions.
The Time Catastrophe and the Aether Phase Engine had siphoned off energy, causing physical laws to become unprecedentedly powerful.
In some areas where Warp energy was completely depleted, the speed of all spacecraft was limited below the speed of light.
Horus and the other traitor Primarchs also fought fiercely, trying to reverse their destined defeat.
However, no matter how much they exerted themselves, they could not change the final outcome.
They even struggled to protect themselves, simply unable to defeat the loyalist Primarchs.
Under the combined assault of the Wolf King and The Great Angel, Horus fell into decline, struggling to resist.
During the Horus Heresy, he had the blessings of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods, and no one could defeat him.
But now, the Wolf King and The Great Angel had each awakened their Warp essence, and possessed the most advanced technological power armor, as well as the blessings of the Emperor and other divine beings.
Overall, their combat power was superior to Horus's.
After another round of torrential blows, Horus was once again pierced by a spear, black blood gushing out, a gruesome sight.
Their greatswords and spears landed on Horus's body, splitting his skull, cutting his throat, and piercing his chest.
The Wolf King, holding the Spear of Dionysus in one hand and a battle-axe in the other, cleaved open Horus's gill-bones and stabbed through the bundled pipelines in his neck.
Blood gushed out, splattering into the foul air.
The Great Angel, meanwhile, wielded his war spear, piercing Horus's abdomen, chest, thighs, and other vital areas.
He pierced through the power armor, sub-armor, and flesh, all contaminated by Chaos, finally completely puncturing them.
Horus was struck down to his knees, letting out a painful cry.
"This is the final end, my brother," the Wolf King's voice carried both pain and relief. "It all ends here."
The roaring chainsword came down, and Horus's head flew up, then crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling in the dust.
Horus had already died during the climactic battle of the Great Heresy.
What appeared on the battlefield now was merely a lingering shadow of the past, and now even that shadow was shattered, his last vestige of existence gone.
Loken and the other returning Luna Wolves felt an inexplicable sadness in their hearts.
Their memories of Horus were rapidly fading, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not retain any recollection of the Wolf God.
The Wolf God was truly dead.
Even the concept of his existence was completely erased.
Everything about Horus was over, completely over.
Meanwhile, Magnus was still being brutalized by Vulkan, repeatedly, turned into a pulp.
Perturabo and Dorn were fighting.
Equally intense, each collision caused the ground to shake and terrifying energy to continuously surge.
Their grievances had accumulated for a long time, and now it was time for a complete reckoning.
"I never thought you could come out of that hellhole completely unscathed."
Perturabo blocked Dorn's greatsword, then spun and kicked him back.
The Lord of Iron had always known Dorn was trapped in Khorne's domain.
But he had never spoken of it, because he greatly anticipated seeing Dorn eventually submit to Khorne.
That way, he could cruelly mock his brother.
However, Dorn had been trapped for millions, even tens of millions of years, yet he had not changed in the slightest.
Dorn was still the same Dorn.
"The iron that prided itself on immortality has corroded, and silent stones have built the Empire's foundation."
These words echoed repeatedly in Perturabo's mind, causing him immense pain.
Perturabo could not tolerate such a thing; he was clearly the most excellent one.
In terms of technological insight, construction, siege warfare, and defense, how could Dorn compare to him?
But why was Dorn's reputation so high, while his was so poor?
Perturabo continuously swung his great hammer, attempting to defeat Dorn.
However, Dorn was like a mighty wall; no matter what kind of attack he launched, the other remained unmoving, calmly parrying his assaults.
"Are you so arrogant now? You don't even deign to speak to me?"
Perturabo roared.
Dorn, however, merely looked at him with calm eyes.
This caused the Lord of Iron to break down somewhat.
If Dorn had raged and shouted, or screamed that he would kill him, he could have accepted it.
But the other said nothing at all, and that was the most damaging approach.
Silence was the greatest contempt.
Perturabo attacked again and again, and Dorn blocked again and again; their collisions ultimately stirred up storms beyond imagination.
However, even when Perturabo poured all his strength into it, Dorn remained as calm as ever.
With Horus's demise, The Great Angel and the Wolf King came to support Dorn.
Perturabo immediately found himself besieged by three Primarchs.
He roared continuously, swinging his great hammer, wanting to defeat his three brothers.
However, anger changed nothing.
Ultimately, he was punched in the face by the Wolf King and fell heavily to the ground.
Perturabo tried to get up and continue fighting.
The three Primarchs swarmed him, punching, kicking, slashing with blades, and thrusting with spears.
They forcibly beat the Lord of Iron until he lost the ability to resist, taking him alive.
"Cowardly and despicable."
"Outnumbering me, what kind of hero is that?"
Perturabo shouted repeatedly, furious beyond measure.
The Great Angel ignored him, directly took out a dimension cube, and sealed him away.
Meanwhile, Fulgrim also faced his darkest hour.
His opponent was Ferrus.
"Before, I could cut off your head once; now, I can cut it off again."
Fulgrim had been unable to defeat Ferrus for a long time, making him extremely irritable.
"Is that so?" Ferrus's voice was hoarse but filled with unparalleled rage.
Each collision between the two stirred up terrifying energy storms.
Neither could overcome the other.
But when Guilliman joined the battle, the situation instantly reversed.
Fulgrim had already had an arm cut off earlier and had not recovered.
Now, besieged by two loyalist Primarchs, he immediately fell into dire straits, completely unable to fight back.
After an intense battle,
Guilliman plunged a short sword into Fulgrim's neck.
Instantly, blood with a strange fragrance gushed out, a gruesome sight.
"This is for you, Fulgrim."
Guilliman shouted.
Fulgrim tried to say something, but the gushing blood choked his throat, and he coughed up blood, unable to speak.
"This is for you too." Ferrus also roared.
He swung his flaming Warhammer upwards, striking the other's chin.
The Daemon Primarch's jaw instantly shattered, and his massive body flew backward.
Ferrus stepped forward, picked up his heavy hammer, and broke Fulgrim's limbs one by one.
Then, under the hateful gaze of the purple phoenix, he sealed him away using a dimension cube.
"You won't die so easily, because such a punishment is not enough to atone for the crimes you've committed."
Ferrus said calmly.
The Daemon Primarchs fell one after another.
Even Mortarion could no longer hold out.
"This time, no one will save you."
"Didn't I tell you last time to send Typhus to fight me? Why is it still you, you small fry!!!"
Jaghatai Khan's tone was mocking.
Every word was infuriating, making Mortarion's rotten lungs feel like they would explode.
But he couldn't defeat Jaghatai Khan.
Under the influence of various factors, Jaghatai Khan was already stronger than him.
Now, one person alone was enough to make him unable to lift his head.
After an intense battle, Mortarion was once again defeated by Jaghatai Khan.
"Defeating a waste really brings no joy at all."
Jaghatai Khan's voice was calm, yet it broke Mortarion's spirit.
When Mortarion tried to take them both down, he was frozen by the light emitted from the dimension cube in Jaghatai Khan's hand.
"Suffer slowly in nothingness."
With that, he locked Mortarion inside the dimension cube.
Lorgar goes without saying.
Even though Lion was white-haired, fighting this waste was still like child's play for him.
Not long after the battle began, he disgracefully pinned the Primarch to the ground and beat him savagely.
He once beat Lorgar to the point of a mental breakdown.
He tried to borrow power from the Extradimensional Old Gods, but the vigilant Lion interrupted him, then beat him up again.
He literally beat the shit out of him.
Then, he swiftly sealed him along with his own excrement.
Lorgar, trapped in the dimension cube, had an indescribable look of despair on his face.
Sealed away with his own excrement, he would surely become the laughingstock of all humanity.