After the Main God Space Goes Bankrupt

Immediately, on the corona of the star in the center of the solar system, a storm containing high-energy X-rays, gamma rays, and huge pulses of charged particles responded to the call that was close at hand, and released a large amount of energy and matter.

A terrible sense of oppression fell on the moon.

In the face of the sparks that dotted the vast galaxy, the Thousand Sons and the Scarlet King, who were limited to material bodies, also felt deeply tired and powerless.

This is not some weird witchcraft, but a simple output of energy and matter.

Abbreviation: Dali Flying Brick

If he is in the subspace, Magnus, who has ascended to the devil, may be able to use the advantage of the home field to gather endless energy in the subspace to counter it.

But in reality, he can't, and it's impossible, to compete with a thriving star with his own strength.

Moreover, it might not be the Scarlet King who really has the home court advantage in this idealistic dimension of subspace.

Survival has begun.

Before they appeared in the subspace, they were clearly told by the army of demons that Thousand Sons and Magnus would suffer a devastating blow. burning in it.

The Scarlet King, who no longer had any shameful thoughts, also abandoned his plan of throwing the moon on Terra, raised the wandering blade staff in his hand, and extracted as much energy as possible from the subspace, quickly chanting cast a life-saving spell.

The wizards of the Thousand Sons dedicated all their psychic powers to their father, while the rest of the warriors rushed towards the rising sun while firing wildly.

Then, all resistance and struggle are futile.

The figure bathed in the radiance waved the holy spear lightly.

The dazzling light flashed away, and everything in front of my eyes turned into a piece of pure white. After the light faded, the scene in front of my eyes was that the entire Thousand Sons was motionless like a statue, as if frozen in the amber of time.

The Crimson King is among them.

"The lion king's specimen skills are simply weak compared to mine."

Gray-haired, golden-eyed visitor from Terra ten years ago, he raised his holy spear and stabbed at the portal, closing all the entrances and exits of the webway, and completely trapped Thousand Sons and Magnus. above the moon.

Golden fighter jets gushed out from the void, and the belated Terra guard fleet sailed into a near-moon orbit.

The teleportation matrix outlines the shape of a vortex in the flying dust, and the imperial guards in golden armor holding up their war halberds step forward.

The expeditionary force, who had gone through various difficulties, lowered their weapons when they saw this scene, even Guilliman was no exception.

This war is over.

"what--"

When everyone was relaxing, a battle cry pierced the sky, only to see that the demon primarch, who had been solidified into a statue, broke free from the shackles of his body with the help of a dark energy from the subspace.

Magnus put the Wandering Blade Staff in his hand heavily on the ground.

The last spell stuck in his throat when he was solidified into a specimen by the Holy Lance before became his only life-saving straw at this time.

Just like when he was severely injured by the wolf king, he used a spell to send himself and all the thousand sons to the wizard star of the eye of terror. With the help of the power of the subspace evil god, the scarlet king is about to repeat what happened 1 years ago. feat.

"Snapped"

A crisp finger snap interrupted the fluctuation of the space forcibly.

Nothing happened, nothing changed.

Magnus froze in place.

"It's just a dimensional anchor."

"Specially aimed at villains like you who want to make a sequel to cheat money."

The visitor who passed through the formation of Thousand Sons at some point in time leisurely came to Magnus with the Holy Lance infused with stellar energy and matter.

"Playing spells... Hehe, oh, my dear nephew, little fifteen, do you know what is the scariest, most anti-human, and most inhuman spell in history?"

The tall and burly giant-like Scarlet King shivered and shuddered slightly in front of the short figure of only 1.7 meters.

When the spell was interrupted, he heard angrily cursing from the depths of the warp.

"Star Maker"

The Miscalculated Lord of Change seemed to be stabbed by someone with a small stick to the point where he couldn't take care of himself, but his curses and abuse were clearly heard by Magnus.

"Oh, it's okay, nephew, your master was just blocked by me and your father in an alley in the subspace, and there was a mixed doubles game full of humanitarianism."

The visitor smiled and pointed at the Primarch with the Holy Lance.

"The Great Crack"

A gloomy light spread from the tip of the gun, covering Magnus's whole body in less than a breath.

Click.

The gleaming golden armor became old and worn out. After struggling for a while, it suddenly turned into a pile of broken copper and iron, which fell off from the demon primarch.

Except for the wandering blade stick in his hand, Magnus's whole body was as clean as new, and he was impoverished, not even a fig leaf left.

The fall of the Demon Primarch also greeted the cold of the moon naked.

"It's mine."

The visitor snatched the wandering blade staff, confiscated the spoils he deserved, and then kicked Magnus' dick fiercely in the wind.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"