The fierce fire of the stars burned intensely in the Warp, and the sorcery woven from countless blasphemous runes dyed the entire star a twisted, grotesque color.
Two stars slammed heavily into the Webway's curtain, which separated it from the Warp. This ancient creation of the Old Ones, tens of millions of years old, let out a low wail.
This world, existing between matter and the Warp, began to shake; everything visible was disintegrating.
Time can destroy everything, and everything will eventually turn to dust. Even the ancient and powerful Webway created by the Old Ones was no exception.
The Sea of Souls let out a roar, surging towards the Webway, which was cracking under the immense pressure of the stars, like white blood cells clearing foreign objects from the body.
Waves of light, dimension, and pure energy undulated. Chaotic aether permeated the light-woven Webway, expanding the cracks forced open by the stars.
This section of the Webway shattered in an instant, turning into broken specks of light that vanished into the torrent of the Warp. Only a few large fragments, barely intact, floated in the torrent of the Sea of Souls, slowly disintegrating.
Ahriman, who had put his horned helmet back on, gasped as he gazed at this scene. Near-human figures of light flickered and swayed on his body, as if his material form was no longer sufficient to contain his existence.
He watched a broken, pinkish-red wooden door drift into the void, knowing that his actions had achieved their effect.
If he couldn't teleport the two Primarchs and the God of Death to Hallucinatory Hell, then he would teleport Ahriman himself, the nine Great Wizards, and the two blasphemous stars directly to their side.
To achieve this powerful and terrifying spell, Ahriman had to take another step further into the Warp, drawing more power from the Warp into his body, almost ascending to a Warp entity.
After all, Ahriman had long offered enough sacrifices to the Warp.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Ahriman controlled his existence, barely confining himself within his material body and preventing himself from becoming a Warp entity, otherwise everything would have been irreversible.
Relying on the immense power thus obtained, Ahriman, with the help of the two blasphemous stars, emulated Magnus of old and destroyed this section of the Webway.
This was much easier than before; this section of the Webway was not protected by the Emperor's Psyker power.
The immense pressure generated by the two stars directly destroyed the basic structure of the Webway, allowing the torrents of the Warp to sweep in.
"My Lord, even a Primarch shouldn't be able to withstand such an attack, right?" Astroth said, looking at the broken Webway with lingering fear.
The impact of the stars, the shattering of the Webway, the invasion of the Warp torrents—if anyone could survive such an assault...
Ahriman glanced at Astroth. This Rogues' Wizard Lord was born after the Great Crusade, a Librarian of a rebel warband, chosen by Ahriman and given the name of a former disciple. He was born too late to witness the might of a Primarch.
Even such an impact could not kill a Primarch—
Bang!!!!
A sharp, teardrop-shaped spear pierced through the void, striking directly at Ahriman and Astroth.
Ahriman instinctively dodged based on his precognition, but Astroth failed to get out of the way in time.
The spear pierced through his helmet, shattering his head, leaving only a body that plummeted into the torrent of the Empyrean.
White wings trembled. Ahriman hastily maneuvered the disc beneath his feet to dodge, Psyker flames erupting to propel him backward.
But the wings were faster than the disc bestowed by the Lord of Change, and that beautiful face beneath the golden hair reached Ahriman in the blink of an eye.
After ten thousand years, Ahriman once again saw Sanguinius' handsome face with his own eyes, and saw the sorrow in his eyes.
Sanguinius seemed to sigh softly, as if lamenting Ahriman's fate, but his spear did not stop.
What shocked Ahriman was that Sanguinius was completely unharmed by the recent attack.
Neither the scorching stars nor the torrents of the Warp seemed to have caused him any damage.
Being unable to gravely wound a Primarch was one thing, but being completely unharmed was another matter entirely.
The Warp torrents around them contained Tzeentch's blasphemous evil power; even the slightest touch would cause a mortal's flesh and blood to grotesquely mutate into a monster.
Even a Primarch should not be able to bathe in it without suffering any harm.
But before Ahriman could think further, Sanguinius' spearhead was already pressed against Ahriman's brow.
Blasphemous incantations rang out. The Psyker power of Ahriman and the eight Wizards behind him converged, forcefully erecting a barrier.
The spearhead of the Spear of Accomplishment flashed with scorching Psyker flames, colliding with the barrier supported by Ahriman and the eight Great Wizards like a fiery meteor falling to the mortal world.
Psyker energy howled and surged in the void. Ahriman let out a low Psyker shriek, barely holding back the spearhead of the Spear of Accomplishment.
The Red Letter Warriors under Ahriman's control quickly raised their inferno bolters, unleashing bolter rounds burning with blasphemous Psyker energy upon the Archangel.
The Archangel's wings trembled slightly. Protected by a barrier, a large number of bolter rounds struck his wings, only causing a few feathers to fall.
Such methods were utterly incapable of harming the Archangel, who stood firm in the Warp tides. In the Warp, will was everything, and no one present had a will that could surpass that of the most perfect Primarch.
Ahriman uttered a series of rapid, low incantations. The intense malice in the spell even caused the Warp itself to tremble.
A powerful arcane focus was created by Ahriman on his black staff. Intense Psyker links howled from the entire Red Letter network, constantly converging upon that arcane focus, decomposing everything around it to a molecular level.
However, before Ahriman could unleash the power within this arcane focus to confront Sanguinius, he suddenly felt the surrounding air become unbearably hot.
He whipped his head around, only to find that one of the two stars that had just been plummeting into the Webway was now flying towards him.
Ahriman had to hastily mobilize his Psyker energy to counter the gravitational pull of the approaching star.
Then, through his Psyker vision, he saw the human and Eldar God of Death, flying through the void with a propeller on his head, and a piece of red cloth passing through his hand.
Ahriman had expected Sanguinius to avoid this scorching star that was surging towards them, as the intense heat from a star was very dangerous even for a Primarch.
But Sanguinius seemed to be unconcerned. His figure flickered, almost instantly closing in on another Wizard Lord behind Ahriman. Ahriman hastily mobilized the immense Psyker power of the nine individuals and the entire Red Letter network, forming a barrier to block Sanguinius' spearhead.
The intense Psyker impact generated by the Spear of Accomplishment almost made Ahriman's soul ache with pain.
But he still hastily chanted several blasphemous incantations, and the arcane focus in his hand suddenly exploded. Intense Psyker energy instantly enveloped him, the eight Wizard Lords, and the surrounding Red Letter Warriors.
Almost in the blink of an eye, their presences vanished into the surging waves of the Warp, leaving no trace.
Looking at the two stars drifting in the Warp torrent and the shattered anywhere door, Alexander's eye twitched slightly.
Such an exaggerated attack! Fortunately, he had already shone the adaptation lamp on himself, Guilliman, and Sanguinius beforehand.
A scorching Psyker burning sound suddenly erupted. A Psyker spearhead, shining like a star, burned on Ahriman's black staff, fiercely stabbing towards Alexander's back.
But before Ahriman's spearhead could touch Alexander, his precognitive ability suddenly warned him of danger.
Ahriman spun around abruptly. The Psyker spearhead on his staff collided with the Emperor's Sword, which was burning with the Emperor's Psyker flames in mid-air.
But the eyes of this chosen of Tzeentch still couldn't see any trace of Guilliman, who wielded the sword. Guilliman seemed to be in Ahriman's blind spot, only locatable by his precognitive ability.
Intense Psyker flames surged towards Guilliman's location. Ahriman rapidly widened the distance, wanting to retreat to the side of the eight Thousand Sons Wizard Lords and Red Letter Warriors who had also teleported there.
But a flurry of Psyker sword light, constantly cutting through the torrent of the Empyrean, assailed him from all directions. The intense Psyker power and skill contained within it even made Ahriman marvel.
Then, a crude, clumsy, and utterly primitive Psyker impact, no different from a caveman swinging a club, also struck Ahriman. The abysmal Psyker manipulation of this attack made Ahriman feel nauseous. If this were Ahriman's student, he would surely smash her head with a book himself.
Mephiston and Reyna, who had been illuminated by the adaptation lamp, emerged from Alexander's four-dimensional pocket. At the same time, Greater Daemon, holding a baseball bat, also emerged.
Then came Rafen of the Blood Angels, Captain Finnie of the Crimson Angels, Sicarius of the Ultramarines, Kaso, the cursed Death Company Dreadnought, and Sylandri Shadowseer, the Harlequin Shadow Seer.
Ahriman watched more and more people emerge from Alexander's four-dimensional pocket, momentarily frozen in place. He wondered if he had been too rash and should have waited for Magnus and Abaddon to arrive before acting together.
But when he saw the massive Gloriana-class Battleship, the Macragge's Honour, also emerge from Alexander's small pocket, Ahriman simply couldn't hold it together.
It wasn't that he hadn't witnessed the Four Gods of Chaos or other god-like entities display their power, but the sight of a Gloriana-class Battleship emerging from someone's stomach was truly a bit abstract.
Just then, amidst the surging tides of the Warp, Sanguinius, with trembling wings, looked at the void ships that had appeared in the Warp.
The most striking among them was a ship like a Tizcan pyramid and another ship that was incredibly familiar to Sanguinius.
That Gloriana-class Battleship, once like a simple, sturdy iron ingot, Horus' bride, the void-home of the Luna Wolves, now lay ugly, twisted, and ferocious before Sanguinius.
The Vengeful Spirit tore through the void, standing alongside Magnus' flagship, Tizca's Revenge.