Real Men's Brawl!

Ravenwing stood amidst the pool of blood, clad in tattered armor.

The winged sword emblem on his chest, symbolizing the "Dark Angels," was also broken and tattered, like a petal about to wither.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be alive now, or even standing up.

Even though the Emperor bestowed upon the Astartes an incredibly tenacious life force and a demigod body with two hearts and three lungs, the leader of the World Eaters still couldn't understand why this Ravenwing could stand up again!

He was quite certain that his strike had completely destroyed both of Ravenwing's hearts.

Even with the implanted "Artificial Dura," it would be impossible for them to function, and since the other party clearly hadn't undergone the "Primaris" upgrade, the "Belisarius Forge" shouldn't exist within their body. So how could they still move?

This is simply... a "miracle"!

The word suddenly occupied the mind of the World Eaters Devourer leader, and his pupils shrank abruptly, as if an earthquake had struck.

Could it be a miracle?

Before he could gather his thoughts, he saw Sean lying in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with a terrifying crimson, as if he had transformed into a beast from the planet Caliban, emitting fragmented roars and howls from his shattered throat.

Those fragmented bytes can vaguely be pieced together to form a sentence.

"For Ryan, for the Emperor!"

The magnetic boots suddenly landed, causing the surrounding mud and sand to surge like waves.

Boom!

An extremely terrifying Stormfront enveloped the shattered, blood-red figure, approaching at an alarming speed!

The shattered Power Armor could no longer provide any assistance to Sean.

He had lost all external assistance from the previous bloody battle, including the electromagnetic coils, tendon coils, and even the Power Pack.

But so what?

"I am the Dark Angels! Son of the Lion! Knight of Caliban!"

"I am Ravenwing, son of Ryan!"

Sean's shattered throat could no longer produce normal sounds, yet his meaningless battle cries seemed like the most terrifying words.

He frantically swung his fists, smashing them at the enormous, blood-red figure before him.

"Why are you still alive? What gives you the right to be alive?!" The leader of the World Eaters was horrified, but also shocked by the other party's madness.

He couldn't understand what kind of belief was supporting this fading body!

But the leader of the World Eaters also gripped the Blood Axe again, his thick, pillar-like arm stretching out wildly, every muscle swelling under the blessing of Chaos, dragging a blood-red arc, like Mount Tai pressing down, fiercely cleaving towards that figure.

"Too slow—heretical!"

Sean's pupils followed the trail of the blood axe, recalling the colors of the opponent's previous taunts.

He could feel that his senses had been fully activated. Trajectories that were previously difficult to see were now so clear, and even every cell in his body, including his mind, was in a state of extreme excitement.

Sean suddenly lunged forward, throwing a punch from below, intercepting the falling axe blade mid-air.

The leader of the World Eaters felt frustrated because he couldn't unleash his power, but before he could retaliate, Sean moved even faster, throwing a punch before he could.

Bang!

The power contained in that punch caused the leader of the World Eaters to feel pain.

However, what caused him even more pain was the strange power that surged into his body with that punch.

"Aaaaah!" He became even angrier, abandoning his blood axe and throwing punches at Sean.

He is the great World Eaters, the warrior of Khorne, how could he fear a coward?

Both sides seemed to have completely abandoned technique, relying solely on their physical strength and willpower, under the watchful eyes of numerous Chaos Legion.

It turned into a pure brawl.

You throw a punch, I throw a punch, neither of us tries to dodge.

It's as if whoever hides will be at a disadvantage.

But gradually... the leader of the World Eaters felt something was wrong; this guy seemed to have no limits whatsoever.

No matter how many punches he took, this Ravenwing warrior seemed completely unaffected, yet each punch from his opponent became increasingly heavy, to the point that even the World Eaters leader could hardly withstand it.

"Why! Why! Why?!"

The leader of the World Eaters roared in fury, his bloodshot eyes bulging, his entire face contorted in madness, yet tinged with a fear he himself barely recognized. "Why won't you fall? Why won't you die?!"

Is it faith?

It seems he once had such a belief... In a daze, a heavy iron fist struck the face of the leader of the World Eaters.

The fist, carrying immense force, shattered his helmet.

The helmet he considered his pride, adorned with a skull and badges, along with the feathered armor on his back, was shattered by that punch.

Staring intently.:::

The leader of the World Eaters staggered back several steps, his helmet shattering to reveal a ferocious and twisted face.

Looking at Sean, the burning flame in the Square Eye and that moving determination made him feel a sense of satisfaction.

There was a time when he was just as resolute, but when exactly did he become like this?

The leader of the World Eaters Devourers was so shaken that he forgot to retaliate and was repeatedly hit by the berserk Ravenwing Warrior, forcing him into a retreat.

To the leader of the World Eaters, Sean appeared to be draped in golden flames.

That burning, intense, and unwavering determination, along with the belief in protecting him to the death, was like an invisible flame, searing his heart!

It hurts, it really hurts... The leader of the World Eaters avoided eye contact; he didn't know why, but he couldn't bring himself to look the other person in the eye.

It's as if there's a fear of seeing the past... oneself, through those eyes!

However, Sean pressed on relentlessly. He had lost his weapon and knew very well that his ability to move was entirely due to the Emperor's mercy.

He must seize every opportunity, make the most of every fleeting moment!

"Why... what exactly are you persisting for?"

The bloodlust in the eyes of the World Eaters leader seemed to have faded somewhat, and as he gazed at the still-standing figure, his tone was full of complex emotions.

"Because I am the Angel of the Emperor, a son of Ryan, and bear the responsibility of... guarding the Imperium and protecting humanity!"

Sean staggered, his fists shattered and dripping blood, yet he still walked towards him unwaveringly. When he looked up, his gaze was unyielding. "If I am destined to die here today, then my destiny is the Golden Throne, and you...:::... pitiful, pathetic heretic, your destiny is eternal Purgatory!"

The next moment, Sean moved like lightning, unleashing a powerful punch that slammed into the World Eaters Devourer leader.

Amidst the sound of bones shattering, the figure of the World Eaters leader collapsed to the ground.

He gazed smugly at the sky, now distorted by the Warp, and murmured, "Faith? I've actually lost to you, lost to this ridiculous reason... But why don't I feel ashamed?"

The leader of the World Eaters wasn't powerless to resist, but rather... he felt so tired, so exhausted that he didn't want to move.

Seeing the World Eaters around him stirring, he suddenly spoke up, "Let him go; this is the reward for the victor."

The Blood God revered honor above all else, and Sean's actions earned him his respect.

Sean heavily, under the watchful eyes of the World Eaters around him, he staggered out openly.

Watching that departing figure, the leader of the World Eaters lay quietly on the ground, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

Suddenly he shouted loudly:

"Remember my name, Ravenwing!"

"I am Barrett Ryan, Company Commander the Third Assault Company of the World Eaters Chapter!"

After a long while, a weak voice came from the direction they had left.

"Dark Angels Ravenwing, Second Company... Sean Kruger!"