What had I just seen?
Russell's lips trembled. She had thought that even if the united Silverlance Pegasi Knights could not defeat these two mysterious Sarkaz, they could at least force them back.
But now... what had she seen?
Was this even a battle?
Russell smelled a steaming, fishy stench. Turning her head, she saw a severed intestine beside her, its owner embedded in the ground just like she was.
The difference was that she had been sealed there by a spell, while that person had been punched into the ground by Leman Russ.
Sturdy armor and a powerful body could not save him from a Primarch's punch. Like a tin can beneath a hydraulic press, he had been ruthlessly crushed, his juices exploding in every direction while the remaining wreckage was embedded too deeply in the ground to remove.
And... this was the work of only one man. Russell had not even seen Magnus take part in the slaughter. The scarlet giant stood before her with his arms folded, only occasionally helping her deflect flying stones and fragments of armor.
This place had become a Slaughterhouse. All glory and splendor had turned into blood scattered everywhere.
The Silverlance Pegasi Knights would not retreat. Their comrades' gruesome deaths only drove them to charge at the Primarchs with even greater grief.
Leman Russ would not show mercy either. One unstoppable crushing assault could silence a great deal of clamor.
Another knight died beneath Leman Russ's fist. Her chest was punched through as a crimson fist slowly withdrew, ice crystals clinging to the frost-cold armor.
"No! Ophina!" Another knight went mad at her death, letting out a shrill scream as he broke from formation.
The next instant, the Primarch slapped his head clean off. It flew freely through the air like a