Guilliman? He's Nothing Special

The blade carried the Emperor's sacred will and burned with an indescribable light. Its searing flames made Abaddon feel as though he were being roasted by a star. His flesh, his armor, and the dark power within him all melted away like spring snow as they struggled against it!

"H-how is this possible?!"

Abaddon was terrified.

The power the Chaos Gods had granted him was no match for that damned "False Emperor"?!

He roared in agony and fury unlike anything he had known. Under the Primarch's strength, the servos whined as though pushed beyond their limits, and every inch of Abaddon's Power Armor creaked.

The metal deck beneath his feet buckled and cracked. Terrifying golden flames poured over his body like a waterfall. Even metal melted in that heat, turning into something that flowed like lava.

Abaddon's prized Demon Sword, Draconis, which could slay a Primarch and had been born from the first "murder" in human history, developed a crack where it met the Emperor's Sword. The crack looked tiny, yet it was horrifyingly clear!

Black blood seemed to seep from its depths, only for the golden flames to burn it away in an instant, turning it into acrid smoke!

Crack! Crack!

The clash of divine weapons made the stronger one obvious!

Against the sword bestowed by the Emperor, the Demon Sword born of humanity's first "murder" trembled as though crying out, like a beast on the verge of death.

The truth was clear: neither the blessings of the Four Gods nor the weapon born of humanity's first murder could make Abaddon a match for a Primarch.

Under the holy sword's overwhelming might, Draconis, too, showed signs of weakness and fear!

While Abaddon was still reeling, the Primarch shifted his stance with lightning speed. The Emperor's Sword scraped against the