King Against King, General Against General!

About dozens of kilometers away.

A massive mushroom cloud filled with vaporized matter was slowly rising.

The shattered ground, blasted into a lake of lava by the Soul-destroying Missile, seemed to glimmer faintly beneath the dim light.

And following Guilliman's challenge.

Thick, increasingly foul smoke and unknown toxic gases began to swirl repeatedly around the two Primarchs before being completely scattered by an invisible gale!

The next second, a pair of enormous pale-scaled wings beat continuously.

A massive figure wrapped head to toe in green toxins capable of corroding all things slowly descended from the sky!

"Hehe, greetings, brothers."

Mortarion's sinister laughter echoed beside Rorschach and Guilliman.

"You actually dared to accept my invitation to duel. I truly do not know whether you are arrogant and conceited or simply confident!"

"You know nothing of the death trap prepared to receive you. Even if Guilliman's little brain comes up with some way to break the deadlock, you will still die by my hand today!"

A rolling toxic fog, like thick smoke, immediately gushed from the respirator concealing most of Mortarion's face.

Guilliman, utterly unafraid of his traitorous brother's venomous words, immediately drove the Armor of Fate forward.

The Golden Flames burning fiercely along the Emperor's Sword clenched in his massive palm seemed to surge even more violently!

"We found you, brother. The two of us have pinned you here, and you can no longer command your legion to run rampant!"

"The situation is now two against one. Even if we take turns fighting you, you will not be able to hold out for long, will you?"

At that moment, Guilliman's calm words echoed through the foul air around them.

Rorschach took a deep breath and swiftly activated the faintly golden Vibranium Power Armor.

He instinctively tightened his grip on the Scythe