The murky air reeking of blood seemed to be burning fiercely, while the shattered ground, black as sand, appeared to tremble violently.
In an instant, a scorching laser beam nearly as thick as a barrel shot straight toward you.
Along its path, countless Salamanders and Raven Guard fighting desperately, along with some traitors, were all annihilated into wisps of drifting ash.
Before you could raise a hand to unleash Shadow Armour, the quick-eyed Ferrus suddenly drove his Power Armor forward. With two iron hands gleaming silver-white, he forcibly blocked the terrifying energy blast, one capable of severely wounding any Primarch present!
The next second, Corvus, his massive body wreathed in wisps of black shadow, immediately activated Shadow Step. The shadow claws covering his hands casually sliced the threatening Volcano Cannon nearby, along with the Alpha Legion traitors around it, into heaps of twisted metal and mangled flesh!
Rumble—
Vulkan, his skin dark as ink and his eyes blazing with fury, swung the Dawnbreaker Warhammer in his palm like a miniature Titan, sending countless traitor Astartes attempting to surround him flying. The blazing wrath pouring endlessly from the Forge Lord was nearly unstoppable; even the World Eaters, their minds consumed by the Blood God and devoid of any concept of fear, did not dare casually block Vulkan's advance.
Several dozen meters away, the Scythe of Blood clenched in your palm had become green rings of light too fast for the naked eye to distinguish. Every traitor unfortunate enough to touch their edges was instantly sliced by the sharp blades into neat, flat pieces of wreckage, like Grox Beast meat fed into a grinder!
At this moment, the four of you—Primarchs of immense combat strength—were struggling forward through a massive encirclement formed by eight rebel Legions.
Countless blood-soaked offspring of your bloodline