Fulgrim the Filial Son: Brother, how about we join in and give him a couple of kicks too?

"St—stop!"

The Dark Emperor's arm had gone numb from the elbow strike, and he did not even have time to counterattack.

His body shifted rapidly, transforming once more into The Emperor's majestic appearance as he again tried to use that image to exert some influence.

"You abomination, how dare you show off such petty tricks before me, The Savior? Have a taste of the Golden Fist!"

Ron was even angrier now, and he leaped straight up to attack.

Brilliant holy light erupted from his fists, and he slammed two cannon-like punches right into the Dark Emperor's face.

Simple and unadorned, every punch hit flesh.

Ron's fists, which contained numerous authorities and vast faith energy, were mightier than any weapon in the Galaxy.

His fierce attacks battered the Dark Emperor's daemonic body, which even ship cannons could barely damage, until it was covered in wounds, and even sent his teeth flying.

"What defiance! This is betrayal! This is rebellion! I am the Master of Mankind, ruler of the Galaxy, and also its final destruction!"

The Dark Emperor, in the form of Golden Armor he had conjured, flew into a rage, almost incoherent.

As a former king and the current God of Destruction, he had never suffered such humiliation.

The Dark Emperor had never imagined that a human would dare humiliate him, the ruler of mankind.

This was simply an outrage against heaven!

"Sorry, but times have changed. You are not The Emperor, and the Galaxy will not be destroyed. Dark King, no matter how powerful you are, you will no longer have any chance to be born. This Savior will stuff you back in, bit by bit!"

Ron fought with exhilarating abandon, even pinning the Dark Emperor to the Golden Throne and beating him savagely.

Even if his words sounded righteous,