The restoration of the Han Dynasty began with the Horus Rebellion.

Chapter 78 Do you still remember the story of "Leaping Horse across Tanxi"?

Chapter 79 Do you still remember the story of "Leaping Horse across Tanxi"?

"No!!!!"

Although Tomagadon has emphasized from the beginning that he is a mechanical being without emotions, it is clear that he, who ascended to demonic form as a machine spirit, is still unable to escape the influence of emotions.

His angry and resentful roar at this moment, fueled by his broken defenses, is the best proof of this.

"Are you insane! Angron, I've become one with you! You couldn't possibly survive without me; this is practically suicide!"

But whatever he wanted to do, it was already too late. With his true name already called, Tomagadon had no room to resist Angron's orders.

"I'm a little disappointed in you, Thomas Gaddon."

Angron spoke slowly in a calm voice, and the Butcher's Nail on his head, like Tomagardon's body, began to crackle and spark with electricity.

"I thought that you, who share my memories, could at least understand that death is not a threat to me, but rather a form of forgiveness."

Then Angron looked around and gazed at the World Eater warriors around him.

You can see that the Butcher's Nails on their heads are also constantly self-destructing, breaking, and dissipating.

When the last Butcher's Nail on a warrior's head is destroyed, their body disappears without a trace in a flash of white light.

Whether their physical bodies are still alive or not, at least they are no longer trapped in this mental network of butcher's nails.

However, none of them worried about their uncertain fate or the pain of the Butcher's Nail being destroyed. These tens of thousands of World Eater warriors simply watched their Gene Father silently until the very last moment.

"We will all remember your orders."

Kanuja stepped forward, seemingly as a representative of these World Eaters.

"I will not kneel down, nor will I regard you as my father!"

Angron closed his eyes, and he could absorb and synchronize the emotions of these offspring.

There was no anger, no hatred, only pure respect.

"I am unworthy of your adoration. I brought you eleven draws of destruction, led you astray, and cursed you."

"Perhaps that is true, or perhaps it wasn't you at all... but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you have just truly returned to our Twelfth Legion and led us to our most important victory."

Kanuja clenched his fist and placed it in front of his chest, giving Angron a standard military salute.

"At least for this moment, you are our only and most outstanding legion commander!"

Angron opened his eyes. The World Eaters had gradually disappeared, leaving only a handful of people, including Kanuja.

"In that case, I will give you my final orders."

"You are the Devourers of the World, no longer, and never should be, Emperors..."

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"And anyone's war dogs!"

Finally, the last World Eater disappeared completely, and Angron sighed and turned his head.

Finally, I don't know whether to thank you first or apologize.

However, Angron was immediately stunned.

Because only Liu Bei was still standing there, while Sun Qian, who had entered through other means without the Butcher's Nail, had disappeared without a trace.

He said...time was tight and the task was heavy, so he left first.

Liu Bei's expression looked somewhat strange, or more specifically, slightly embarrassed.

"Also, he told me to tell you that there's no need to make it so emotional..."

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"Otherwise, it might be a little awkward to reunite with them so soon after saying goodbye."

The Great Tyrant, bridge.

"How's the situation now?!"

When Loken arrived at the bridge, all he saw was an incredibly horrific scene.

The Astartes warriors, piled high and on the verge of death; Togadon and Noctua, severely wounded and their fates unknown; Liu Bei, pinned to the wall by a sword and unconscious; and Sun Qian, lying on the ground naked and unresponsive.

But Loken didn't even have the time to check their injuries, because he, or rather the entire Tyrant, was in a life-or-death situation.

"We've escaped the gravity well of Istvan III, but we're surrounded by the enemy in every direction—above, below, left, right, and directly in front!"

"The Twelfth Legion of the Rebels, the World Eaters, was originally providing us with defensive cover, but for some reason they all ceased operations just now, leaving us directly exposed to the firepower of the Sons of Horus's rebel fleet!"

"Based on calculations, the Void Shield Array will enter a defensive vacuum period of complete overload in a maximum of three minutes..."

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The news he heard from the mortal crew was getting worse and worse, and even though Loken was unwilling to further demoralize them, it seemed that all was lost in this situation.

If the enemy still wanted to recapture the Glory Queen-class battleship, Loken would still have a chance to lead his loyal warriors in a desperate fight. However, Horus's strategic objective at this moment was exceptionally firm and decisive.

Clearly, the Warmaster was willing to abandon the Great Tyrant and didn't even care about accidentally injuring friendly forces, as he was single-mindedly focused on shooting them down.

A net so tight, there's no escaping it.

Does this mean it has to end here...?

No, there's another way.

But that's no longer a solution.

Start the engines at maximum power and send the Tyrant hurtling towards the Vengeful Spirit at full speed!

The Great Tyrant would inevitably be shot down, but there was a very slim chance that it would pose even the slightest threat to Horus.

As a group of Astartes unafraid of sacrifice, this was a perfectly reasonable course of action, but...

Loken closed his eyes in anguish. He knew that if it were Sun Qian, he would never do such a thing—something that required sacrifice.

[Didi has received the command and will soon start the engine at maximum power. Please prepare for potential impact.]

Upon hearing the mechanical prompt, Loken jolted awake and opened his eyes.

"What's going on! Who gave the order?!"

However, the ordinary crew members in front of them also looked bewildered and panicked.

Loken felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be that the machine spirit had acted on its own again...?

"It was my order."

But just then, Sun Qian's slightly tired voice rang out behind Loken.

"All engines are running at maximum power."

"Including subspace engines."

The Soul of Vengeance.

"Is the volley of light spears ready, Malochist?"

"Yes, War General, once the Void Shield reaches its overload threshold, our fleet will simultaneously launch light spears to completely annihilate the target!"

When reporting to Horus, the warrior's attendant could not hide a hint of regret in his tone.

The Queen Glory-class battleships were of great strategic significance in space naval warfare, especially when the enemy was already trapped, and there were clearly more reasonable tactics to recover the Tyrant.

As if sensing Malohrist's thoughts, Horus spoke in a hoarse tone—at least that's how he saw it.

"Don't let your guard down. Do you remember the story of 'Leaping Horses over Tanxi'?"

Malohrist recalled all the ancient Terra stories in his memory, but in the end he shook his head in confusion.

Horus, on the contrary, raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

"You've never heard of this? It used to be common knowledge... Hmm? Why is even my memory of it a bit hazy... Did someone erase that history and knowledge?"

A strange light flashed in Horus's eyes that sent chills down Marohurst's spine.

"Never mind, it probably refers to some ancient Terran warlord who, with nowhere else to turn, rode a cursed mount across the chasm—so we can't let our guard down until the very end; we must ensure the Doomsday Sign is shot down no matter what!"

A sign of impending doom?

"Commander, that's the Great Tyrant!"

Just as Malohrist was about to correct the warlord's slip of the tongue, an urgent communication from the bridge interrupted him.

"Urgent report! The Great Tyrant... she..."

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"What's wrong? Has the enemy taken any action?"

Malohrist's expression changed, but in this desperate situation, it was understandable that the enemy would want to fight to the death; he had already prepared for this.

"No! The enemy... has vanished?!"

"Disappeared? Are you kidding me! There's a limit to nonsense!!!"

Malohrist roared in anger. How could such a large Queen Glorious-class battleship simply vanish into thin air? It couldn't have been directly transferred to the warp.

However, when Malohrist saw Horus's overly calm expression, which even seemed somewhat as if he had expected it—

He immediately had a bad feeling.

But this is impossible. Any ship that wants to travel in the subspace must first go to the Mandeville point in the star system and jump through a fixed subspace entrance.

This is common sense!!!

"No, it's true. Just now, a huge subspace rift suddenly appeared out of nowhere at the location of the Great Tyrant, and then..."

Malohrist stared blankly at Horus, who stood up calmly, seemingly able to see through the thick walls of the warship.

"When a powerful demon is banished, it naturally tears the barrier between reality and the warp for a brief period of time."

"Was this also part of your calculations? Another one chosen by the gods."

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