Boom!
Ron's powerful elbow strike landed like a ten-thousand-ton hammer, sending the Dark Emperor flying into the Golden Throne.
The throne took the impact and erupted with even more black arcs of electricity.
Guilliman and the other Primarchs kneeling on the ground looked up and saw The Savior send the Dark Emperor—their father—flying, and their pupils shook violently.
It was beyond imagination. They had never once imagined that their almost-invincible father would be knocked flying in front of everyone just like that.
In such a miserable state.
"H-How is this possible—"
Even Horus in his cage found it unbelievable. It was as though something had lodged in his throat, and he could not get a word out.
Even when he had dueled the False Emperor back then, he had never left that father of his in such a sorry state.
In truth, during that duel, the Emperor had never fallen. Even after being ambushed, even with a blade driven into his body, he had remained standing and endured to the very end.
The Emperor, the Master of Mankind, the Dark King—he was synonymous with absolute strength, always appearing before the world in his mightiest form. And yet he had been elbowed away by The Savior, in utterly humiliating fashion!
It was not only the Primarchs, the Imperium's elites, and the Chaos Daemons who saw all this; even the Chaos Gods in the Warp felt a jolt in their hearts.
They had not expected The Savior to be so powerful. Using the gathered faith and Fel Energy, he had shattered the blockade of the Authority of Destruction in the most violent way possible!
In an instant, the entire battlefield fell silent. Even the cold Dark Legion of the Damned Warriors were no exception.
Every being gazed at this scene and sank