Artillery fire raged.
The battle raged on.
The Inquisition began withdrawing from the battlefield step by step. The warships in the sky firmly seized the orbit while repeatedly breaking through the Chaos Fleet's attacks. But the latter showed no sign of stopping. They tried everything they could to bypass the Inquisition's defenses and attack the planet directly.
And some of them actually succeeded.
A pitch-black figure emerged from the blizzard, as if this dark world were a part of it. It roared as it charged forward, the Power Claw in its hand tearing through the howling snowstorm.
Then it was blocked by a Thunder Warhammer blazing with lightning.
"You're still not all dead?"
Duanmu Huai raised the Thunder Warhammer and looked at the enemies before him. They wore thick black Power Armor, their helmets painted with twisted skeletons and bright-red wings. They were neither familiar nor unfamiliar.
"Tell me, Koz's bastards. Even your father despised you, cursed you, and abandoned you. What meaning is there in your continued existence?"
"False Emperor's lackey!"
Perhaps seeing the golden Double-Headed Eagle and skull emblem on Duanmu Huai's chest, the black giant's eyes grew even redder.
"Don't you dare say that name! This world will be destroyed in the end, just like countless others, and return to Chaos!"
"I'll say it anyway. Cursed, abandoned, and rejected even by your own father."
Duanmu Huai let out a maniacal laugh.
"Your existence has no value whatsoever. It was like that from the very beginning, and it will be like that until the end. You longed for your father to look at you, but that idiot could only wallow in self-pity and fall into ruin. You thought that as long as you followed in his footsteps, that arrogant depressive would finally notice you. And what happened? You