Boom—! Crash—!!
As the clash between the two Primarchs intensified, the central plaza of New Argo was engulfed in a vortex of violent combat.
Pink-purple and golden psychic shocks tore through the air like a shattered sky, uncontrollably spreading and destroying everything in their path.
Each collision of their weapons was accompanied by deafening roars, as if the entire battlefield trembled under the weight of this "god" versus "demon" confrontation.
The ground of the plaza cracked, buildings collapsed, and debris scattered like rain.
This earth-shattering battle forced both the Sons of the Emperor and the 2nd Assault Squad of the human forces to retreat urgently, distancing themselves from the core of the combat zone.
To avoid being caught in the surging psychic energy, the Sons of the Emperor and the human forces quickly dispersed, navigating through the war-torn ruins, with explosions echoing relentlessly behind them.
Meanwhile, as the battle raged on, the veteran Sons of the Emperor finally regained their clarity.
Their vision was filled with the figures of Chaos creatures and heretics, and they began to "strike back."
It seemed that these veteran Sons of the Emperor had made up their minds to return to the embrace of their "father" and the Imperium.
However, many Sons of the Emperor had long been consumed by darkness and corruption, utterly betraying their former oaths and glory.
Although the veterans did not immediately open fire on their fallen brothers, their emotions were deeply conflicted and tangled.
When the veterans discovered that their brothers, who had sunk into the abyss of desire, were attempting to continue wreaking havoc in New Argo to satisfy their endless inner void, their dissatisfaction finally erupted.
Former "comrades" and "brothers" had become enemies, and anger and resentment spread like wildfire. The line between the veterans and their fallen brothers became increasingly clear.
"For the Emperor!"
"For glory!"
With these roars, the "civil war" erupted.
They took up arms against each other, blades and beams crossing, blood spraying through the air. The once-close bonds were instantly torn apart by blood and hatred.
Those Sons of the Emperor who sought to return to the righteous path could no longer tolerate their fallen brothers and were determined to purge them completely from this corrupted battlefield.
The entire battle became even more chaotic and bloody, as if the heavens and earth were offering a final sacrifice to this war of "betrayal."
?
The sudden change left the remnants of the 2nd Assault Squad momentarily stunned.
"What are you all standing around for?!"
However, Tarviz's voice cut through the chaos of the battlefield, filled with urgency and resolve.
He had been rescued by the Primarch and, along with the Terminator squad, had successfully escaped the "divine-demonic" battle in the central plaza.
With his helmet open, Tarviz stood atop the war-torn ruins, his eyes burning with determination. His voice was like a sharp blade, piercing through the silence of the battlefield:
"Counterattack now, reclaim the occupied zones! For humanity, for the Imperium!"
"For humanity!" the 2nd Assault Squad responded in unison, their voices resolute and powerful.
"For the Imperium!!" The soldiers' voices echoed across the battlefield, intertwining with the endless explosions and psychic roars in the plaza, forming a stirring battle hymn.
This glorious counterattack unfolded under Tarviz's command.
As the remnants of the 2nd Assault Squad charged forward, the warriors surged toward the Chaos forces like a tidal wave.
The enemy, which had seemed to hold the advantage, was caught off guard by the sudden "rebellion" and the counterattack of the 2nd Assault Squad.
At that moment, the light in the sky suddenly changed, as if countless stars were falling simultaneously.
Drops pods descended like meteors, illuminating the sky with a brilliant glow. Tens of thousands of drop units and combat equipment rained down from the heavens like a sword of judgment—
The defeat of the Sons of the Emperor was inevitable.
Fulgrim's arrival signaled that the 1st Company of the human forces and the elite fleet under the direct command of the Primarch had also reached low orbit above New Argo.
Among the "meteor shower" were over four thousand adult Astartes, tens of thousands of ODSTs and elite veterans, and countless biological and mechanical weapons.
Once these units reached the surface, no matter how many forces the Sons of the Emperor had, it would be futile.
After all, they were already caught in uncontrollable internal strife.
As for the millions, or even tens of millions, of daemons and Chaos creatures, they would not follow orders or coordination. They only sought to act on instinct.
At this stage, the 1st and 2nd Companies of the human forces, along with the Primarch's direct troops, had arrived on the scene. Coupled with the Sons of the Emperor veterans slaughtering their own, the best choice for these creatures was to flee back to the Warp as quickly as possible.
Once the Primarch of the human forces freed himself, they would face utter annihilation.
Most importantly—
Whoosh—! Whoosh—!
With flashes of cyan-blue light, the Honor Guard of the human forces, the Phoenix Guard, directly used company-level short-range teleportation devices to "teleport" to the 2nd Assault Squad's position, joining the counterattack.
The three hundred Phoenix Guards were second only to the Primarch within the legion.
Their arrival undoubtedly injected powerful confidence and strength into the remnants of the 2nd Assault Squad.
The counterattack, which had seemed slightly faltering, now became unstoppable.
The tide of the counterattack surged forward, and under the fierce assault of the human forces, the Sons of the Emperor, Chaos creatures, and heretics were pushed back step by step.
The battle erupting in New Argo seemed to be nearing its end. Blood and fire intertwined as the Sons of the Emperor completely "faltered," crushed under the tide of the Imperium.
Clang—!!!
With a piercing metallic screech, the air seemed to be torn apart by a blade.
Ssshh—!!
Then, the sound of flesh and blood tearing echoed throughout New Argo.
A blinding flash followed, and the central plaza seemed to fall into a suffocating silence, as if time and space had frozen at that moment.
Daemon Fulgrim's chest had been pierced by the flaming curved blade, the scorching edge mercilessly cutting through its corrupted flesh and organs.
Flames raged at the blade's edge, burning its fallen body, releasing a foul stench and sending up a cloud of black smoke.
Moreover, Fulgrim's left hand gripped one of Daemon Fulgrim's right arms, and with a powerful pull—
Riiip—!!
A terrifying tearing sound echoed across the sky as Daemon Fulgrim's right side was forcibly ripped apart, its corrupted fluorescent blood spraying like a fountain.
The "flesh" of the right side instantly became deformed and twisted, like a piece of rotting garbage, melting into a black liquid under the scorching flames and splattering onto the ground, forming a pool of horrifying filth.
"Roar————!!!"
Daemon Fulgrim let out a scream of agony, its roar like a thunderclap torn asunder, filled with endless rage and despair.
Its voice carried a deep fear, no longer the fervent zeal of Chaos and corruption.
"..."
Fulgrim remained silent, his gaze as cold as ever.
He swung his right hand lightly, the arm holding the flaming curved blade whipping through the air, flinging Daemon Fulgrim's twisted body a short distance away.
His emotionless eyes looked down at this fallen existence, his gaze filled with scrutiny of its corrupted fate.
Fulgrim stepped forward, his powerful and composed presence pressing down like a mountain.
Then, he raised his right foot and stomped heavily on Daemon Fulgrim's chest.
He lowered his head, his expression showing an indescribable pity as he calmly observed the "him" from another universe.
Then, Fulgrim spoke in a calm yet sorrowful tone:
"Rest in peace. May your soul find forgiveness from our father."
Before the words had fully left his mouth, Fulgrim raised the flaming curved blade once more, its edge shimmering with a blinding golden flame, descending like divine punishment toward Daemon Fulgrim's neck.
The sharp blade carried an inescapable fate, the golden flames bursting forth as if from the blade itself.
"No—no—I am the Prince of Slaanesh—I am a true god—"
Daemon Fulgrim's roar nearly tore through the fabric of space, brimming with unparalleled anger and terror. It thrashed wildly, desperately attempting to escape the inevitable fatal strike.
But it knew that no matter how it resisted, it could no longer escape the shackles of fate.
In theory, as a Daemon Prince, Daemon Fulgrim had transcended limits, becoming an eternal existence.
All who tread the path of Chaos seek so-called "apotheosis," shedding their mortal shells to become enemies of all material worlds and members of the eternal Warp.
This also meant that countless lives and souls would be slaughtered and sacrificed, or these "seekers" would become Chaos Spawn, ending their journey toward godhood.
As a transcendent gene Primarch, a "demigod," and a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, even if severely injured or killed in the material universe, it would only be banished to the Warp.
It would only need to gather strength and wait a while before it could continue to wreak havoc in reality.
However, Daemon Fulgrim now keenly sensed that Fulgrim's flaming curved blade brought not just death but complete "annihilation."
If killed by Fulgrim, everything it possessed—all its corruption, blessings, and the souls and dark powers it had consumed—would vanish forever, becoming nothingness.
It frantically stretched its limbs, trying to break free from Fulgrim's hold, its muttered words mixed with fearful cries.
But no matter how it struggled, it could not change the course of fate.
Fulgrim's movements were concise and deadly, the curved blade in his hand carrying an irresistible force, like true divine judgment.
Thud—! Ssshh—!!
The flaming curved blade easily severed Daemon Fulgrim's neck.
Whoosh—! Boom—~!!
As the blade passed through the Chaos-corrupted flesh, it ignited a burst of golden flames.
Wherever the blade struck, countless golden flames erupted like extinguishing stars, illuminating the entire plaza and even the night sky over New Argo.
Daemon Fulgrim's massive body was instantly consumed, the flames reducing it to ashes.
Blood, flesh, and soul seemed to be completely purified at that moment. The golden flames of pure psychic energy devoured everything, leaving no trace of the deepest corruption.
Yet Fulgrim remained standing, his right foot firmly planted on the last piece of corrupted remains, allowing the flames to rage around him.
In mere seconds, Daemon Fulgrim was utterly consumed, reduced to ashes and dissipating completely within the divine inferno.
As the flames dissipated, only smoke and silence remained in the air.
Fulgrim still stood tall, the lingering glow of the blade reflecting off his armor, illuminating the supreme majesty of the true son of the Emperor.
If one were to look down on New Argo from above at this moment, they would see that the rhythm of the entire battle had slowed with the fall of Daemon Fulgrim.
Both the Sons of the Emperor and the human forces could clearly sense Daemon Fulgrim's annihilation, falling into a brief "stupor."
But soon—
"Crush those scum into pieces!"
"Hahaha! Die! Die!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The human forces' morale soared. Though they were not prone to hysterics, they roared with metallic battle cries that echoed throughout New Argo, much like the Space Wolves.
As for the Sons of the Emperor, they seemed to accept their fate.
Those who sought to continue indulging in the pursuit of extreme sensations, pain, and pleasure either perished under the combined assault of the veterans and human forces or fled back to the Warp in panic.
As for those Sons of the Emperor who sought to return to the embrace of their "father" and the Imperium, they chose to lay down their weapons, standing still and awaiting the final judgment of their "brothers" (the human forces).
The portal linking the Warp and the material universe—the pillar of light at the city's core—also vanished with the fall of Daemon Fulgrim.
These veteran Sons of the Emperor, who held considerable prestige, naturally could not return to the Warp through ordinary means.
Moreover, countless auxiliary troops, ODSTs, elite veterans, and various human forces' weapons and armored units were rapidly reclaiming the Chaos-ravaged occupied zones, dealing with the heretics and Chaos creatures still "lingering."
The sound of gunfire continued unabated.
At this moment—
Thud, thud!
Heavy footsteps echoed along New Argo's central thoroughfare.
Having successfully "killed" Daemon Fulgrim, Fulgrim, surrounded by his Honor Guard, Tarviz, Rylano, and a group of human forces officers, approached the veteran Sons of the Emperor, who knelt on one knee in salute.
Fulgrim frowned slightly, scanning the "sons" before him.
It seemed he was unsure how to handle these severely mutated and twisted Sons of the Emperor who had lost their way but now sought redemption.
Most importantly, he could not yet determine whether these "sons" genuinely wished to return to the side of humanity.
—
Meanwhile.
Daemon Fulgrim, who had thought itself utterly annihilated, found its consciousness plunged into endless darkness after being slain by Fulgrim.
Until a voice, both familiar and unfamiliar, echoed in its ears:
"Child, welcome to hell."
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