Chaos Gods: Bu Hao, Where's Terra? Where's that Big Chunk of Terra?!

"Where is your courage? Weren't you going to swing your blade at me?!"

The Emperor looked at Angron's hateful state, his anger still not spent, and pinned him down for another round of slaps.

Brilliant golden arcs of lightning nearly covered the area around them, a mixed critical assault of psychic power and physical blows.

And the Psyker Slap struck at a rate of three hits per millisecond; even a High-ranking Warrior could only see afterimages.

Blows of such intensity were fiercer than any weapon, so much so that even a Chaos Demon Body could scarcely endure them.

Awooo, awooo!

Everyone could hear the howling screams coming from inside.

The Emperor's sustained, savage Psyker Slaps beat Angron numb; even the giant axe in his hand fell to the ground with a clang as he lost the courage to attack.

That Red Angel, The Breaker, went from a raging beast to a little quail beaten into shutting himself away by the Seven Wolves.

His eyes grew clearer and clearer as he shrank into the corner of The Veil, clutching his swollen face, not daring to make a sound.

"Stand straight!"

The Emperor barked another command at Angron, then passed him and walked toward Horus and the other Fallen Primarchs.

He did not have much anger left for this mad Primarch. The other party was now nothing more than a wisp of remnant soul, without even basic self-awareness.

The Master of Mankind paid Angron no further attention at all, continuing forward with his back to him.

And that Red Angel, The Breaker, stared at his back, still not daring to make any move to ambush him.

"Horus—" The Emperor looked at the pitch-black, twisted demonic shadow before him, irrepressible fury in his eyes.

He had once trusted this son so deeply, only