Golden light shook the sky, and a True Dragon Lord let out a mournful cry as it fell from the heavens.
"Damn it, the Frost Dragon Lord is dead!" The other True Dragon Lords cried out in alarm. For a moment, they forgot to continue attacking the Titan Legion, which had begun to tremble, and instead looked toward the ground, searching for the source of that light.
"It's that wolf-like Primarch!" A True Dragon Lord roared, then gathered souls and launched them at him.
Leman Russ saw the screaming torrent of souls. He paid it no mind, instead examining the Dionysian Spear in his hand. After killing a True Dragon Lord, this powerful weapon had returned to his grasp, and Leman Russ had been completely unable to perceive the process of its return.
This was practically a curse...
The visions surfacing in his mind made Leman Russ furrow his brow. Compared to the exhaustion in his body, the pain in his mind was far harder to endure.
This battle... could not be dragged out any longer.
Leman Russ thought to himself, casting one last glance at the Depiction of Nature and Society slowly burning on the ground. The Imperium's forces sealed within still needed a little more time to escape that false world.
Now, let me protect you.
Leman Russ tightened his grip on the Dionysian Spear and hurled it with all his might. The spear traced a vast golden line through the sky and collided with the shrieking souls.
This complex, chaotic current of souls posed no threat whatsoever before the Dionysian Spear. Human souls were devoured by the spear, while alien souls burned fiercely, displaying The Emperor's unwavering will to loathe aliens.
"Wha..." The True Dragon Lord attacking Leman Russ could not believe what it was seeing.
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