You're Not Worthy; I'm Just Not Interested

Alvin, who was grappling with the Daemon Prince in the distance, had naturally noticed the scene. He was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out. "Holy shit, Sanguinius is back from the dead?!"

"Your angel is dead!!!"

Angron roared, unable to believe that his power could lose to a mere Astartes. His blood-red chainaxe swung with even greater force, tearing through the air toward that tiny yet dazzling figure!

"No! As long as the Blood Angels remain, the Angel will never die!" Dante's eyes were bloodshot as he pushed himself to his limits.

BOOM!!!

The metallic impact rang out louder than thunder!

A visible shock wave exploded outward in a ring, instantly pulverizing the rubble, wreckage, and even the lesser Daemons within dozens of meters.

The ground beneath Dante collapsed with a roar, cracks spreading wildly like a spiderweb. His bones groaned, sparks burst from the Power claw's servos, and the immense force drove him down onto one knee, smashing it into the earth. Golden blood seeped from the gaps in his armor.

"Only power! That's what freedom is!"

Angron laughed wildly. The Butcher's Nails in his skull glowed brighter red, a sign that his reason was slipping further away as his strength continued to grow. "The Emperor? Nothing but a hypocritical, rotting corpse! The Great Angel you speak of is just a lump of flesh! And I—I will endure forever!"

An even more terrifying force surged through the chainaxe. Its teeth gnawed furiously at the Power claw's armor, making a grating noise. This was sheer, overwhelming violence!

The Daemon Primarch's strength was an endless sea of blood, ready to drown Dante completely.

"Death is not our destiny!"

"Daemon, you will always be Chaos's slave. Freedom? You never escaped your servitude. You were once a Primarch, but now—you're just a