Battle of Karmas 16

Lion El'Jonson ignored the melee around him and strode straight toward Serafex.

Any Chaos Warrior who tried to stop him, whether Terminators or cultists, was reduced to fragments beneath a casual sweep of Sacrifice Loyalty.

His steps were steady and resolute, like a moving mountain—unstoppable.

Serafex let out a furious roar. He no longer placed any hope in his subordinates being able to stop the primarch.

He held his hands out as if gripping something, and two psychic swords formed from pure dark energy, wreathed in green flames, appeared in his grasp.

He leaped down from the throne and lunged at the Lion King with ten thousand years of hatred and madness.

"For the Dark Gods!"

The psychic swords crashed violently against the Power Sword Sacrifice Loyalty, erupting in a deafening boom and a blinding flash of energy.

Dark green evil energy clashed fiercely with the power of order contained within Sacrifice Loyalty's blade, creating a chaotic torrent of energy that hurled several nearby battling warriors away.

Serafex's strength far exceeded that of an ordinary Chaos Lord. Ten thousand years of Chaos blessings had granted him the brute force to contend with a primarch, if only briefly.

His attacks were savage and swift, his twin blades weaving a deadly curtain of green light. Every strike carried soul-rending malice and corrosive psychic power.

But Lion El'Jonson's swordsmanship had been forged across countless battlefields during the Imperium of Man's most glorious—and darkest—era of expansion.

His movements were simple and efficient, without a trace of needless flourish.

Every parry, every dodge, every counterattack was as precise as clockwork.

He seemed able to predict Serafex's every move. Sacrifice Loyalty always appeared in exactly the right place, deflecting or turning aside his opponent's attacks.

Blades met, scattering sparks.

Before the Lion King's cold reason, Serafex's