Warhammer Divine Throne

His mood seemed to have improved a lot: "Magnus, do you have anything else to say?"

The Demon Primarch was heavily surrounded by an immense human army, the Wizards of the Thousand Sons had long been reduced to dust under Kiliman's fury, and now Magnus was isolated and without aid. The Demon Primarch suddenly laughed and directed the most venomous curse at the Emperor: "Father, do you think you've won? My all-powerful father, have you not noticed that an unprecedentedly large fleet is approaching here?"

What? Kiliman's eyes widened, but the Emperor signaled everyone to remain calm. The Master of Humans nodded: "That's right, Magnus, are you still hoping someone will come to rescue you? Who are you depending on? Abaddon?"

Having said that, the Emperor raised his hand.

In the Subspace, under the will of the Master of Humans, a massive psychic storm was unleashed, engulfing the entire Chaos Space Fleet advancing towards Holy Terra, crushing them, turning them into dust.

The Emperor's wrath burned across the Galaxy.

"Now, no one will come to save you." The Emperor raised his Longsword ablaze with flames.

"You are next."

......

At the peak of the stars, with golden light shining brilliantly, on a giant Imperial Guard Battleship, the Emperor and Kiliman stood facing each other. On one side of the ship cabin, the soul and energy of Red Son Magnus were trapped inside a device made of black unknown material and countless cables. It was evident that the Demon Primarch was not resigned to his fate of failure, but he was powerless over his own predicament.

Great Sage Kaur approached from behind: "Your Majesty, the technology you have brought back is stable enough and performs excellently in practical use. I believe there is a need for continued development."

The Emperor nodded, and Kiliman seemed to have an illusion, as if he saw his father smiling: "Father, what is this?"

"This is a device recorded by the Ancient Saints to seal the Star Gods," the Emperor casually replied. "As of now, it seems to be a very practical technology, perhaps after Kaur's improvements, it could serve an even greater purpose."

Kiliman did not understand the technology, but as the Genetic Primarch of the Ultimate Warrior, he did not dwell on it. He looked worriedly at Magnus's painful struggle and continued to ask: "Can Magnus really be restored to his original state?"

"Yes, we've already completed this experiment on Angerong. After being restored, Angerong now seems to be living very happily with your brother... Fortunately, he still remembers he is a Warrior." The Emperor's tone was filled with an indescribable flavor: "Believe me, Kiliman, one day, your brothers... as long as they are still alive, everyone will reunite once again."

"I'm looking forward to that day, Father," Kiliman's eyes were full of eagerness and hope. "So, what should we do next?"

"You will once again become the Imperial Regent, my son." The Emperor glanced at Kiliman. "I will stay on Terra to continue completing the great inventions I couldn't finish."

"Father, are you talking about... the Net Dao?"

"Yes, from the Ancient Saint's technology there's a way to isolate Subspace influences to perform Net Dao repairs. It turns out that even after millions of years, the technology of the Ancient Saints is still ahead of us in many aspects. I will continue my unfinished plans, but don't worry, Kiliman, you can enter the Throne Hall anytime to seek my help with any questions. When necessary, I will leave the Imperial Palace to support you, I no longer need to sit on the Golden Throne for long periods, especially with this guy around."

Having said that, both the Emperor and Kiliman turned their gaze to the imprisoned Magnus. Standing behind them, Great Sage Kaur suddenly felt their previous glances were full of ill intentions.

"The urgent task now is to quickly send Magnus over there to let your brother purify him."

"Once everything is completed, are you interested in taking a trip with me? Kiliman?"

"Of course, my Father."