Horus's heart tightened.
Sanguinius had clung to him at point-blank range, pinning his body fast, greatly restricting his movements; even his hands could hardly launch an attack.
This was extremely dangerous.
In a battle at the Primarch level, even a millisecond's mistake could lead to defeat, let alone a restriction of this degree.
The Dark Emperor struggled, falling into the ruins together with Sanguinius, the figures of darkness and light tumbling through the steel wreckage.
For a moment, he actually found it difficult to break free, and his current wretched state made him feel humiliated.
"Get off!"
Like an enraged bull, he slammed his hard forehead viciously into the Archangel.
Bang!
The headbutt was so savage that a dull, heart-stopping sound of flesh colliding rang out—not the clang of metal, but a violent impact between flesh and bone.
Sanguinius only felt as if his skull had been struck by a heavy hammer; even his cranial bones cracked in that instant.
And it was not merely a physical impact. Savage Chaos Fel Energy surged madly into his brain along the point of collision, trying to tear apart his mental defenses.
A stifled groan of pain squeezed from Sanguinius's throat. A wound deep enough to reveal bone split open on his forehead, and blood kept streaming down.
The blood blurred his eyes, dripping along his high nose bridge and jawline, making his whole face look utterly battered and pained.
"You're always so naive, thinking that sacrificing yourself of your own accord can save everything."
Horus's smile grew increasingly ferocious. "But even if you die, you won't change a thing. Everything's fate was decided long ago, just as I was born to become the Emperor of the Galaxy!"
"No. The Emperor of the Galaxy could be our father, could be Guilliman, could be