The Power of Khorne (Part 2)

BOOM!!!

The Power Fist wrapped in a Disintegration field struck the Daemon Primarch's armor, leaving only a shallow dent.

Belial, however, wasn't so lucky.

His heavy Power Armor caved inward in an instant, making a shattering sound that chilled the soul. Belial spat out a mouthful of blood, then shot across the ground as if struck head-on by a battleship's main cannon, carving a trench dozens of meters long. It was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.

Samuel seized the moment Angron paused and fired his Meltagun without stopping.

Scorching beams wove into a dense net of fire, precisely targeting the weak points in Angron's Butcher's Nails, armor, and joints.

But most of the beams were blocked by a flow of blood-red air before they could even get close, deflected away to strike elsewhere.

Of course.

As a Daemon Primarch blessed by Khorne, how could he possibly be killed by "guns"?

These ranged attacks weren't even worthy of touching him. His "blessings" simply deflected them.

Even when a few attacks did hit him, writhing flesh swallowed them in the blink of an eye, leaving behind nothing but a shallow dent, as if they were merely scratching an itch.

Samuel bit open the pull ring on a Melt Bomb. Though he had lost his left arm, at least he still had his legs!

Gripping the armed Melt Bomb, he braved the danger and charged into the Daemon Primarch's range, pressing the bomb directly against the wings on Angron's back.

Sensing someone behind him, Angron didn't even bother to turn around fully. With a casual, impatient swipe, as though crushing an ant, he swung his thick arm—covered in heavy layers of callus and bone spurs, and nearly larger than Samuel's entire body.

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The tremendous crash was the sound