Chapter 1182: No Matter What! Return to Terra!

Sanguinius' wings spread out like a sword of the gods, and every feather burst into brilliant golden light.

This sacred light spread like a substance, instantly dispelling the swirling warp fog within a radius of ten thousand meters.

The demons illuminated by the light howled miserably, and their forms melted away like morning mist encountering the scorching sun.

The angel's flawless face was now as cold as marble, and his azure eyes reflected the ever-widening void crack.

“They want to cut off our escape route!”

Sanguinius' voice was like a clarion call, resonating in the soul of every warrior.

His slender fingers clenched the golden spear in his hand, and the golden flames leaping on the tip of the spear re-anchored the distorted reality around him.

On Magnus's crimson armor, ancient runes lit up one after another.

The psychic lightning bursting out of his pupils has condensed into a solid entity, forming a dazzling ball of light like a miniature star at his fingertips.

The red hair of the Legion Lord of the Thousand Sons Legion moved without wind, and the warp energy surrounding his body distorted the structure of reality.

"The Webway structure is collapsing! We must—"

His warning was interrupted by a pillar of purple-black energy that tore through the sky and earth.

This destructive beam from deep in the subspace has a diameter of more than a hundred meters, and even the air is ionized into plasma wherever it passes.

The three Imperial Titans that were gathering didn't even have time to activate their void shields before they were vaporized into powder in the light.

The aftermath of the energy spread out in a circular shape, lifting the entire Iron Warriors armored regiment into the air. Countless armored forces rolled like toys and smashed into the ruins in the distance.

In a dimension incomprehensible to mortals, the four Chaos Gods were enjoying this carefully planned feast of destruction.

On the brass throne of Khorne, the Blood God struck the skull armrests with fingers burning with eternal war.

He watched with satisfaction as the vampire legions tore the retreating Astra Militarum into pieces, and every drop of splattered blood condensed into tiny blood crystals in the air, adding new decorations to His throne.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Every brick and stone of the Brass Fortress resonated.

In Tzeentch's ever-changing labyrinth, a bird's beak made of blue flames opened and closed slightly.

With a spell that no one understood, conspiracies in millions of parallel universes were accomplished at the same time.

The structure of the Crystal Maze subtly changes, with each mirror reflecting a different way in which the Terran Palace fell.

"Everything is as expected..." Countless voices whispered in the void.

In Nurgle's Plague Gardens, the Father stirs the ever-boiling cauldron with his rotten fingers.

Lips made of green ichor hummed an off-key ballad as newly cultivated plague spores drifted toward the Webway rifts like dandelions.

“They’re all going to rot... They’re all going to die...” He looked lovingly at the Astra Militarum soldiers whose bodies suddenly rotted away as they marched.

In Slaanesh's amethyst palace, the Lord of Pleasure's slender form trembles with anticipation.

His fingertips gently stroked a mirror made of frozen screams, reflecting the extreme pain that the people of Terra were about to face.

"What a wonderful howl..." The purple-black tongue licked across the sharp canine teeth.

Horus's communicator suddenly erupted with harsh static. Dorn's voice came through like a broken tape recorder:

"Warmaster... Terra... the Webway entrance... is under attack!"

The Warmaster's pupils suddenly contracted, and the servo system of the golden power armor hummed in protest due to his suddenly tense muscles.

He looked up at the void rift that had expanded to a kilometer wide, and suddenly he understood the true chess game of the Four Gods as if he had been enlightened.

"The demons are going to cut off the Webway's retreat!" Horus' voice rang out like thunder, spreading across the battlefield through all communication channels. "They are going to stop us in Comoros! And then use the Webway to reach Terra directly!"

The Warmaster's power armor burst into dazzling light. He raised the Worldbreaker hammer high and shouted: "Whatever the cost! Break through! Break out!"

In response to his order, a dozen terrifying figures swooped down from the rift.

Each of these demon princes is ten meters tall, with the never-extinguished fire of chaos burning on their bat wings.

The Bloodthirsters of Khorne wield flesh axes powerful enough to split planets in half, the Lords of Change of Tzeentch are surrounded by an aura of paradox that can drive the wise mad, the Great Unclean Ones of Nurgle leave a swamp of corrosive ichor on the ground with every step they take, and the Keepers of Secrets of Slaanesh create beautiful illusions of decadence when they move.

Their target was clear, the golden figure floating in the air.

"For the Blood God!"

The bloodthirster's axe struck Sanguinius with devastating force.

The angel simply leaned sideways, and the spear drew a perfect golden arc.

The Demon Prince was shocked to find that his arm and weapon had been separated from his body, with an inextinguishable golden flame burning at the broken end.

Sanguinius's battles are a carefully choreographed ballet of death.

Every vibration of the wings brought about a demon's scream, and every spear pierced through a demon's core accurately.

When the last demon prince was nailed to the ground by the angel's spear and turned into ashes in the holy flame, the whole process lasted only seven heartbeats.

"Their target is Terra!" Sanguinius' voice echoed across the battlefield. "Notify Terra! Their target is Terra!"

The entire battlefield fell into chaos. The few troops that managed to break through immediately initiated an emergency jump, and the warships' engines spewed out ominous blue flames under overload.

But more legions were still trapped in the gradually collapsing webway, and demons pouring in from all directions were attacking the Empire's defenses like a tide.

"I will hold them here! Warmaster! You lead the main force and retreat!"

Magnus' figure suddenly rose into the air.

The red armor of the Legion Lord of the Thousand Sons Legion was completely wrapped in psychic flames, and the light bursting from his single eye was like billions of stars.

Following an ancient spell, he opened his arms and countless threads of psychic energy burst out from his fingertips, weaving into a giant net with a diameter of several kilometers at the entrance of the webway.

This barrier, composed of pure warp energy, is inscribed with ancient protective runes. Any demon that attempts to cross it will be broken down into elementary particles the moment it comes into contact with it.

Khorne's bloodletting army launched a suicide charge, but exploded into a bloody mist in front of the net; Tzeentch's horror demons tried to corrode the barrier with spells, but were burned to ashes by the rebounding psychic energy.

“Go!” Magnus’ voice was hoarse from trying so hard to maintain the spell. “This barrier won’t hold for long!”

Horus looked at his brother deeply, and no one knew his expression behind the golden mask.

The Warmaster raised his hammer and issued perhaps the most difficult order of his military career:

"All fleets! Evacuate immediately! Target - Terra!"

"Don't try to interfere with my brother and father."

An unprecedented light burst out from Magnus's eyes, and all the psykers of the Thousand Sons Legion joined in the defense, while the mortal auxiliary troops who were willing to stay here also chose to fight alongside the Thousand Sons.