The Bloodthirsty Fiend's massive brass body erupted into a blustering, earth-shattering roar.
It raised the giant axe burning with hellfire high above its head, and with a posture meant to completely annihilate everything before it, it slashed violently toward Fogremia, who was maneuvering on the flank and causing it the most trouble.
However, this earth-shattering blow was merely a feint.
The very instant the axe blade swung out, its other intact arm had already viciously clawed at the void beside it!
Rrrrip!
The veil of the reality universe, like a fragile canvas, was forcefully torn open by a brutal violence from another dimension, creating a hideous, constantly writhing blood-colored rift.
Every one of its cells, every instinct composed of pure Chaos, was sounding the sharpest, most frantic alarm.
Escape!
Must escape immediately!
These monsters before it... that miracle capable of resurrecting the dead... had completely exceeded the scope of what it could understand.
This was no longer a battle that could be won through rage and slaughter.
It was a unilateral purification and massacre on the level of fundamental laws!
If it didn't leave now, this projection that had struggled so hard to descend here would not just be killed, but completely disintegrated, becoming the first insignificant, laughable sacrifice on the path of that black-haired goddess's rise!
"Want to leave?"
Just as The Bloodthirsty Fiend was about to squeeze half its body into the spatial rift, a cold, majestic voice, as if coming from the heavens above, exploded in the depths of its soul.
"Leave your chains behind!"
On the bridge, Leticia's black eyes, deep as the night sky, reflected the figure of the Daemon Prince fleeing in disarray, with not a ripple of emotion in her gaze.
She poured the torrent of faith, which had just been gathered through the "Divine Concerto," fused with the supreme divinity of Terrania, and was vast enough to Subspace reality, without reservation—like a bursting heavenly river—entirely into that figure burning with crimson-gold flames, who shared the deepest soul connection with her!
"Angronia!"
On the battlefield, Angronia's lithe body shuddered violently.
A terrifying power, unprecedented and even exceeding her limits as a Primarch, poured into every fiber of her being like the most violent stellar storm!
"Urgh... Aaaaaahhh!!!"
A roar mixed with extreme pain and extreme exhilaration erupted from the depths of her throat!
Crack... Crackle...
The dark red copper power armor, which perfectly fit the curves of her body, began to shatter inch by inch from the inside under the impact of this uncontainable divine power!
Shards of armor flew in all directions, revealing the bronze, perfect skin beneath, which flowed with brilliant golden holy patterns and was filled with a sense of explosive power.
Her strength, in this instant, surged tenfold!
No!
A hundredfold!
"This power..." Angronia felt the boiling ocean of power within her, and she even had an illusion.
As long as she willed it, she could even punch through this warship or split this starry sky with one axe strike!
But she did not indulge in this fleeting strength.
Her amber eyes, burning with pure flames, were locked tightly onto that massive brass back about to escape into the rift.
She transformed into a crimson-gold meteor, trailing brilliant light, impossible for mortal eyes to track.
She arrived before the target, having started after!
In just a blink of an eye, her lithe figure, reborn in fire and shining with holy radiance, had appeared ghost-like between The Bloodthirsty Fiend's massive head and the spatial rift, firmly blocking its only path to survival!
The chainaxe in her hand, its blade originally burning with Fire of Glory, was now completely enveloped by the four-colored genesis brilliance: pink-purple Divine Charm, emerald-green Vitality, deep-blue Intellect, and her own crimson-gold Battle Intent.
That axe was no longer a mundane weapon.
The aura it emitted seemed capable of severing fate and cleaving causality!
"No!!!" The Bloodthirsty Fiend's eyes, burning with hellfire, revealed for the first time an emotion called "fear."
It roared madly, attempting to shrink its entire body back into the Subspace.
But it was too late.
"Now, Angronia!" Leticia's guidance, like an oracle, became the most precise coordinate, deeply branded into Angronia's soul.
"Sever it!"
"Sever it from the root of pain! Sever that slave chain... that binds all angry souls!"
As this oracle fell, the world before Angronia changed.
In her vision, augmented by the power of Intellect, The Bloodthirsty Fiend's massive brass body began to become illusory and transparent.
In its place was an incredibly clear, illusory chain extending from the depths of The Bloodthirsty Fiend's soul, penetrating the spatial rift, and connecting all the way to the deepest part of the Subspace, to that brass throne piled high with billions of skulls!
That chain was pitch black as ink.
It was entwined with endless resentful souls filled with pain and despair.
It emitted the very same filthy, despairing aura that had tortured Angron for hundreds of years, making her sink into endless pain!
This was the root!
This was the ultimate source of pain for all souls enslaved by the Butcher's Nails!
Angronia looked at the chain, her face devoid of any anger.
There was only a cold, calm serenity that comes after a great realization.
She slowly raised the waraxe in her hand, gathered with the four powers of genesis.
She aimed at the chain, and at her own miserable past of being enslaved for hundreds of years, and let out the loudest, freest, and most resolute roar of liberation of her life.
"My rage..."
"is mine to command!!!"
The waraxe struck down!
This strike did not land on The Bloodthirsty Fiend's flesh, but precisely severed that invisible soul chain connecting reality and hell!
Sssshhh!!!
There was no sound.
No explosion.
Only a silent, piercing wail that seemed to be the soul being torn apart!
The Bloodthirsty Fiend, which was retreating madly into the rift, froze in place with its massive brass body.
The next instant, a scream, unprecedented and miserable enough to make the entire Subspace tremble, erupted from its mouth!
"ROOOAARRRR—!!!"
That was not the pain of physical injury.
It was a... permanent sense of loss and emptiness, stemming from the conceptual level, of being completely severed from the "root"!
Under the gaze of everyone on the battlefield, the illusory chain that pierced through dimensions, under the strike of the four-colored waraxe, shattered inch by inch like a demon purified by holy light, amidst violent twisting and wailing, finally turning into specks of black light and dissipating completely into nothingness.
The connection... had been severed!
With the breaking of the chain, The Bloodthirsty Fiend's brass body, which had been as solid as reality, seemed to have all its energy and support drained away, and it began to become rapidly illusory and dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The hellfire burning on its body, like duckweed without roots, quickly extinguished.
Its massive body could no longer maintain its form in the reality universe and was wolfishly and completely swallowed by the slowly closing spatial rift, as if it were being discarded as trash.
As the last ripple of the spatial rift vanished, the terrifying aura filled with the will of slaughter and tyranny on the battlefield also ceased to exist.
Dead silence.
An absolute silence that lasted for a full three seconds.
The next second,
"We won... we won!!!"
It was unknown who had first let out the cheer of survival, laced with tears.
This cheer was like a spark starting a prairie fire.
"We won!!"
"For the Goddess!!!"
"For genesis!!!"
The mountain-shaking, sea-roaring cheers resounded through every corner of the warship.
The surviving warriors, whether they were the girls of the Mortal Legion, or the Daughters of the Emperor and the World Eaters Sisters, all threw down their weapons, embraced each other, and wept with joy.
Angronia hovered quietly in the void.
The massive power on her body, capable of shaking the stars, was receding like a tide, revealing her perfect body, which, though scarred, was filled with divine radiance.
She looked down at her empty hands, feeling the pure Battle Intent within her, which, though weary, was now completely free of any pain or restraint.
The corners of her mouth slowly curled into a relieved, truly free smile.
Fogremia's figure appeared silently beside her.
Her purple eyes, always carrying scrutiny and pride, now looked at Angronia, and for the first time, revealed a trace of genuine, heartfelt approval.
The battle was over.
Just as everyone was immersed in the ecstasy of victory, a calm, clear, yet slightly grave voice echoed in the ears of every Commander through the bridge's communication system.
It was Valeria.
"Goddess."
Her voice instantly cooled down the fanatical atmosphere.
"The preliminary statistics are out..."
"genesis has structural damage exceeding forty percent, energy relay stations three through seven are completely destroyed, and there are multiple penetrating damages to the external armor..."
Valeria paused, and with a tone devoid of any emotion, stating the facts, she delivered the final conclusion.
"We... have lost the ability for interstellar navigation and can only perform one final Subspace jump."
"We urgently need a safe haven to perform emergency repairs for at least three standard months."
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