Real Men's Brawl!

Ravenwing stood in a pool of blood, clad in shattered armor.

The winged sword emblem symbolizing the Dark Angels on his chest had also been reduced to tatters, like petals on the verge of falling.

In theory, he should not be alive now, much less standing.

Even though the Emperor had granted the Astartes extraordinarily tenacious vitality and demigod bodies with two hearts and three lungs, the World Eaters' leader still could not understand how this Ravenwing warrior had managed to stand again?!

He was certain that his strike had completely destroyed the warrior's two hearts.

Even with an Artificial Dura implant, it should have been impossible for it to function. Moreover, his opponent had clearly never undergone the Primaris upgrade, so there should not have been a Belisarius Forge inside his body. How was he still able to move?

This was simply... a miracle!

The word suddenly filled the World Eaters' leader's mind. His pupils shrank abruptly, like the ground during an earthquake.

A miracle. Could it be...?

Before he could sort out his thoughts, he saw Sean lying in the pool of blood, his eyes filled with terrifying crimson. He seemed to have transformed into a Beast of Caliban, rasping out broken roars and furious howls from his shattered throat.

Those fragmented syllables could just barely be pieced together into a sentence.

"For Ryan! For the Emperor!"

His mag-boots slammed down, sending the surrounding earth and sand surging like waves.

Boom!

An extremely terrifying Stormfront wrapped around that shattered, blood-red figure as it closed in at a horrifying speed!

His already-broken Power Armor could no longer provide Sean with any assistance.

During the earlier bloody battle, he had lost all external support, including the electromagnetic coils, myomer coils, and Power Pack.

But so what?

"I am a Dark