At this moment, Angron, the Daemon Prince of Khorne with the Butcher's Nails buzzing above his head, repeatedly soared and darted through an incredibly dense barrage of energy beams.
His enormous, blood-red body continuously performed evasive maneuvers impossible for ordinary mortals, nimbly avoiding the terrifying firepower of the Fleet of the Gods.
At the same time, he seized every opportunity to use the massive black sword in his claws to destroy the exposed gun emplacements or more vital engine systems of the gigantic warships.
Until those colossal warships, battered by devastating blows, slowly sank into the abyss of nothingness beneath the cold void!
In truth, aside from Angron, who could destroy warships alone,
a considerable number of Khorne Greater Daemons, bolstered by Khorne's blessings and their own combat power,
had also turned most of the gigantic warships, which had lost their mobility, into helpless metal targets.
All it took was the successive assault of a dozen or several dozen Khorne Greater Daemons to easily bring down gigantic warships that posed a tremendous threat to Chaos Daemons!
Rumble!
Yet at that moment, just as Angron and the Khorne Greater Daemons' fierce offensive was achieving some results,
the four humanoid powerhouses who had remained floating in the cold void behind the Fleet of the Gods seemed to exchange silent glances.
One of them stood atop a shimmering silver board.
Even his exposed form resembled a Star Eater born from Living Metal. He suddenly spoke:
"Those irritating things are Chaos Daemons from the Warp. I hear they are incarnations condensed from the conceptual power leaked by the Chaos Gods of the Warp... And that big fellow wielding the black sword should be one of the so-called Primarchs."
"The great Creation Gods never expected these fleets and cannon-fodder servants to achieve anything significant, but