Horus: The Savior, you yellow-haired brat, let me have a look.

What did you think you were worth?!

In the firelight, Horus's demonic body, wreathed in Fel Energy, became even more intimidating, impossible to ignore.

He had gathered the Chaos Gods' unreserved Fel Energy, and he was stronger than he had been ten thousand years ago.

"Traitor!"

The Captain of the Blood Angels Legion crawled up from the ruins, his eyes red as he roared at the Chaos Warmaster, hatred surging in his heart.

He ignited his Power Sword and charged, attempting one final gamble.

The Captain knew he would be buried here.

But even if he was smashed to pieces, the sons of Sanguinius would leave scars on their enemy!

"Sanguinius was just as overconfident back then." Horus looked at the red-armored warrior charging toward him, as if recalling something.

He paid no mind to the incoming attack—or rather, he merely found it somewhat annoying, like a man encountering a buzzing mosquito.

Bang!

The hideous spiked maul Worldbreaker moved so fast it blurred beyond sight, then slammed down, crushing the Blood Angels Captain's head along with a small half of his body.

His raised hand drooped powerless, and the Power Sword fell to the ground as he died completely.

That illustrious Blood Angels Captain had not even touched the hem of Horus's garment before his death; he had not even seen how the attack had happened.

The two sides were no longer beings of the same dimension. With the blessing of the Chaos Gods, the other's power had already far surpassed that of any Primarch.

Infinitely close to another level.

Buzz—

The sound of some ten-million-ton metal colossus violently grinding against the air rang out, forming a low-frequency pressure like a moving mountain. Its metal shell and the turbulent flow squeezed against each other with a clangor of steel.

Horus