Smack!
Before Horus could even make out The Savior's movement, he took a huge slap across the face.
The ferocious blow was like a heavy hammer smashing hard into his face.
The Dark Emperor's hideous face warped in an instant, and his entire daemonic body lost its balance.
He crashed heavily to the ground.
"No!"
Horus was dizzy and dazed, and he found it even harder to believe he had been knocked down so easily. An unprecedented humiliation washed over him.
As the Imperium's former Warmaster and the Dark Emperor, never mind The Savior—even The Emperor had never disciplined him like this.
And more than that, it had happened in front of everyone, struck down in such a humiliating way.
"The Savior, I will kill you!" Horus's gaze was filled with venom. He crushed the alloy wreckage on the ground and threw himself at The Savior with no regard for anything else.
Right now, he only wanted to tear this bastard who dared humiliate him completely apart, granting him no mercy whatsoever!
"Sorry, but you no longer have any chance of defeating me."
Facing the reeking wind and the terrifying daemonic body lunging at him, Ron did not care in the slightest.
This so-called Dark Emperor's true strength was only a little stronger than a Primarch's.
Everything else was basically him borrowing the authority of the Chaos Gods to throw his weight around.
Now, according to his contract with the Chaos Gods, he had stripped Horus of that authority and transferred it to himself. There was no way the other party could cross the gap between ranks and defeat him.
"What use is brute force alone in this world? It's about faith and authority. All those skills of yours can't resist the greater tide at all!"
In Ron's eyes, Horus's