Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

Such a terrible scene, all people feel fear.

Even though many traitors were tortured by the ether storm, they still looked happy.

They were pleasantly surprised by the power Magnus possessed.

The army of traitors onlookers roared and cheered.

"Kill him, Magnus.

"Rip this bird apart."

"I will devour her soul and banish her to the subspace to torture her for ten thousand years."5

Countless demons and traitors uttered profane and threatening voices.

Facing these ugly things, Keisha just smiled and said: "Execute the blocking procedure.""

Her voice is not loud, only the people next to her can hear it.

For cross-universe communication, the size of her voice does not matter.

The transmission speed and distance will not change due to the size of her voice.

With her voice down.

Everyone subconsciously noticed something passing through their bodies.

It's hard to express that feeling.

Like at the consciousness level, like at the soul level.

As if something had been cut off.

The ether storm that was still raging just now calmed down in an instant.

It was as if the bubbling spring had been cut off from its source.

The blood-colored giant eye created by Magnus flickered in the sky, and then disappeared.

The strange smell also dissipated in the air.

With the negative universe the link is severed.

The demons and eerie that ravaged Terra are also gradually dissipating.

The demons controlled by the evil god were sucked into the gap between the subspace and the real world while screaming angrily.

Their entities in the real universe are just some special projections, and the real bodies are still in the subspace.

If the link is cut off, they cannot continue to exist in the real universe.

The influence of the gods' power in the physical universe has been weakened.

Those supernatural plagues and demons also disappeared.

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Even the eerie bloody sun in the sky has returned to its former glory.

The bright and warm golden sun pierced through the clouds and reflected on the tired, blood-stained bodies of loyalists, as if soothing their pain, telling them that the darkest struggle has passed and hope is coming.

The sight left the Traitor Primarchs dumbfounded, panic-stricken expressions appearing on their faces carved with Chaos runes.

Without the power of the gods, how could they be opponents of the loyalists just relying on them.

The shouts of killing from Guilliman's troops came, and they were close at hand, and it only took a few minutes to kill here.

Without the demons, their attacks are more fierce and their advances are faster.

Desperate Rebel soldiers and Legionnaires dropped their weapons.

They can only surrender to loyalists, and any resistance is meaningless.

It will only make them suffer a more tragic fate.

The majestic rebel army collapsed, melting like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

The cheers of victory came from the ruins, from the ruined hive.

The light has come, but there is still hope.

The throne room.

The advance of Horus gave the Emperor a last-ditch chance.

Magnus has turned to the evil god.

The only one who could replace him was Malcador.

Malcador will not be able to support it for a long time, and it will kill the prime minister of the empire.

But this is enough for him to have the time and energy to defeat Horus, weaken the offensive of the gods, and let them roll back to their subspace.

Fortunately, such a terrible thing did not happen.

Some powerful force interfered with the development of things.

Not only sent a helping hand to the real war, but also intervened in the false struggle.

In the endless darkness, the gray wolf that Horus embodied has disappeared.

He has thrown himself into the field of reality, trying to crush the Loyalists before Guilliman arrives.

Give the emperor's body a fatal blow from the outside world, completely disintegrating the loyalists.

More importantly, only the simultaneous strike of the two worlds can truly kill the Emperor.

Bring the Emperor to his hour of destruction and end.

The Emperor is still struggling to hold on, resisting the dark tide that keeps crashing against him.

In the illusory dark forest, a skinny old man was walking slowly.

His body was dry, and his walk was shaky, and no one knew that he could still hold on.

His clothes were worn and worn, his skin was wrinkled and wrinkled with time, and his hair was grey.

Only his eyes are pitch black, as deep as the eyes of the portraits of those legendary figures left over from the dark ages.

Leaning on crutches, he limped through the dark forest.

Sharp and cold whispers came out in the dark forest, and malicious eyes watched when the skinny old man would fall down.

The old man looked into the endless darkness and remained silent.

Looking down at the road he was walking on, it was a road of death composed of countless corpses and flesh and blood.

Horror alone is not enough to feel scary.

What's more frightening is that this road is full of thorns, every step taken, the old man's withered skin and flesh and blood will be hurt, bringing unparalleled pain.

His feet were stained with blood, and his skin was festered. In some places, he was about to see bones, but he still had a long way to go.

The road stretches far, far, into the mist.

No one can see the end of the road.

The creatures lurking in the shadows whispered strangely, leading the old man to deviate from the road of flesh and blood.

Rumored whispers promised him a better path.

As long as he gets out of that way, he will be spared suffering.

The old man turned a deaf ear to these strange voices and just staggered along his own way.

Countless darkness tried to overwhelm the poor old man and eat his flesh and blood.

The old man was dying, and he couldn't go far.

However, in the next second, the sound of panic resounded through the entire darkness, and a change occurred in the dark area without a trace of light.

The dense darkness is like broken glass, with countless cracks appearing in the darkness.

The dazzling light burst out from the crack, like a sharp sword cutting through the darkness.

Those weird whispers seemed to be harmed by something terrible, and the piercing screams were deafening.

An unspeakable horror permeates these eerie things that feed on fear. (acfe)

In front of the continuously bursting golden light, any darkness is no match.

Those weird whispering creatures were easily wiped away by the light, and became dust that drifted with the wind and no one remembered.

Afterwards, the entire dark space also collapsed.

The world has become a confrontation between darkness and light.

But this is only temporary, and there is no balance at all.

The light undoubtedly crushed the dense, whispering and eerie darkness.

Everything receded.

The old man lowered his head and found that the road paved with flesh and bones has turned into a bright crystal road, and the thorns that hurt the dry skin have also turned into flowers that emit fragrance.

A man came from the light, his eyes were full of curiosity and inquiry, looking at the skinny old man.

The man's appearance was extremely handsome and tall, and bright light burst out from his body, as if every inch of him was made of light.

After looking around a bit.

The man smiled at the old man, and then continued to walk towards the dark side.

Those miserable voices also went away.

The old man smelled the fragrance of flowers and looked down.

The road under his feet is still long.

But there are no more horrible flesh and thorns, only luminous crystals and fragrant flowers.

Even the fog disappeared.

He could clearly see a splendid and beautiful tower at the end of those roads.

A strange feeling emerged in the old man's heart.

He knew that as long as he went there, he would enter the tower.

the end of the road is the place

The future is no longer confused and unpredictable.

Nor is it full of flesh and thorns.

Everything has changed.

These all stem from the terrifying light emitted by that man.

in the real world.

Terra, Throne Room.

The Emperor snapped his eyes open.

There is an inconceivable look in the firm eyes.

Who is that mysterious man?

The evil god that he had been working hard to fight against since the start of the war was defeated by him with ease.

"My lord, have you won the victory?"

Malcador who stayed beside the throne asked in a low voice, "I can feel that the darkness in the subspace has disappeared, and the boundless and terrifying malice has disappeared. 99

"It is replaced by light, unparalleled light, and what people feel are tenderness, kindness and happiness. Did you drive those guys out, my lord?

The emperor shook his head, "The victory on the battlefield was not achieved by me, Malcador. There is a mysterious power that has helped us, and that power is much stronger than us. Compared with it, it is like a firefly competing with a bright sun. ""

"How is the battle outside? My spiritual power was cut off not long ago. I don't know why. I can no longer spy on the real universe. I don't know how far the battle outside has developed. 99

The emperor's questioning voice just fell.

A forbidden soldier with armor full of scars walked in, saw that the emperor had awakened, and hurriedly saluted respectfully.

"My lord, we have won. The Traitor Primarchs Horus and Fulgrim have been captured. The Traitor is over.

"Now our troops are controlling those traitors, and those damned horrible demons have also been driven back into the warp, my lord, everything is over."

The Custodians spoke news that pleased Malcador and the Emperor.

The gods have been defeated.

Those traitorous Primarchs were also brought under control.

Not long after, several scarred Primarchs also walked in from outside.

Guilliman came too.

Along with them were Valdo and other imperial guards.

Traitors like Horus and Magnus have been chained up.

Even Curz, who was captured earlier, was escorted up together.

In addition to these, there is also a female warrior with white wings behind her, a handsome appearance, and a royal aura.

A smiling, elegant male scholar.

Valdor saluted the emperor, and then said: "We have won, my lord, these are the primarchs who rebelled against you, and they have all been bound up, waiting for your judgment and end."

After saying this, Valdor looked at the elegant scholar and the angel warrior who exuded the aura of a king.

"These two are envoys from multiple empires, they came with good intentions, and it is because of their help that we can control these rebellious primarchs and stop this war that makes us feel desperate.

"They claim to confront the Supreme Ruler and read the will and constitution of the Multi-Empire in order to bring peace, well-being, and the future we dream of to this universe.