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.
