The Black Hand That Destroyed Caliban Was Truly Too Wicked!

A colossal crimson arm shattered the veil of reality, sweeping in with psychic power akin to a Warp Torrent.

The powerful attack even drove the Void Shield of the Gloriana-class Battleship Crimson Tear to its limit in an instant, nearly causing it to collapse and disintegrate.

Golden light surged from the blood-tear-like prow of the Crimson Tear. One red and one golden angel circled the Crimson Tear as they flew out.

Sanguinius's figure appeared above the prow. His pure white wings trembled lightly, carrying white-hot radiance as they collided with the colossal crimson arm.

Reality wailed. Wings woven from crimson, blue, and over nine thousand other ever-shifting colors spread wide. That well-trained crimson body was soaked in sweat, gleaming in the void like a dark red Gemstone.

"Muscles on wings can be trained too!?"

Magnus watched Sanguinius use his wings to block his well-trained arm and sincerely cried out in amazement.

Only then did he realize that his training had not been perfect. He had neglected the fact that the pair of wings behind him could be trained as well.

"As expected of my brother!" Magnus laughed heartily, flashing his bright square teeth as he gave Sanguinius a thumbs-up.

Sanguinius hovered in the void, staring at Magnus blocking his path. His lips moved slightly as he voiced his confusion.

"His control over you has weakened considerably. Why aren't you working out properly on your Steroid Planet? What are you doing here blocking me?"

Sanguinius's words made Magnus fall silent for a brief moment. The smile at the muscular Primarch's lips vanished in that instant as well.

"I still have sons. I still have family."

"I want them all to be free to take their shots."

Magnus spoke as though answering an entirely unrelated question.

"Sorry, brother. Someone who can take