Just as you were exchanging an intimate greeting between Primarch Brothers with the temporarily disadvantaged Night Haunter.
Squads of Blackarmoured Guards clad in Terminator Power Armour, along with Primarch attendants such as Shen, swiftly converged from the surrounding hive cities.
Seeing their Gene-Father repeatedly crushed and brutalized by you, this unfamiliar humanoid monster, they erupted with fighting strength far beyond anything they had shown before.
Large numbers of Night Lords either immediately set up devastating ranged weapons or drew the melee weapons they were more skilled with.
Without the slightest hesitation, they launched an increasingly fierce assault in your direction, swearing to reclaim their suffering Gene-Father!
Crack, crack, crack—
At that moment, as you swung him back and forth with all your strength, dense fractures had already spread across the Primarch-grade armour known as the Nightmare Cloak worn by Night Haunter Curze.
Even his pale face, whose expression had always radiated gloom, was covered in scars from the repeated impacts, with occasional gruesome wounds blossoming open as they squirmed and healed.
You casually let the Crimson Cloak, torn into strips, scatter across the ground around you, then drove your Adamantium Power Armour forward.
You had just raised the mysterious daemon sword clenched in your other hand, intending to teach Night Haunter Curze—who had suffered this misfortune because of the cloak—a profound lesson he would never forget.
Boom!
Whirlwind Bolters streaked across the pitch-black night sky and struck your massive body in rapid succession.
The immensely powerful explosions sent your entire body tumbling hundreds of metres away into the buildings!
With an unpleasant expression, you pushed your huge body, covered in tiny wounds, upright from the countless building ruins.
Your cold gaze fixed upon Night Haunter Curze, whom innumerable Night Lords had dug out of the crater and supported to his