"Ah!"
The Dragon Emperor cried out in pain. This cloud was merely his projection, yet the Dionysian Spear had still dealt grave damage to his soul. At that moment, the Dragon Emperor felt himself burning. He exhausted every means at his disposal, only managing to delay his destined destruction for a moment or two.
Under the threat of death, the Dragon Emperor could only devour the souls in his possession to mend his own. This was his unique secret art, one he had never revealed even in the slightest to his most beloved son.
The burning continued, but it was no longer the Dragon Emperor's soul that burned.
I survived. For now.
The Dragon Emperor was filled with hatred. His gaze turned toward Leman Russ, who was falling from the sky after that strike. The Primarch appeared incapable of fighting back now, but the Dragon Emperor could not summon even the slightest urge to attack. He feared that this Primarch had laid another trap.
Damn it... retreat!
The Dragon Emperor let out an unwilling roar. Then the cloud mass blanketing the sky dispersed, and not even the shape of a dragon could be seen again.
"Brother! Brother!"
Angron broke into a run, his eyes fixed tightly on the falling Leman Russ. At that moment, he could not even sense the breathing or heartbeat of his savage brother. He feared that Leman Russ had driven back the Dragon Emperor, who commanded hundreds of millions of souls, at the cost of his own life.
Leman Russ crashed heavily into Angron's arms. Angron had merely lost control of his body; his physical strength remained unchanged. There was no sound of bones cracking from the impact of Leman Russ's heavy body against his arms. Instead, the shell modified from a Dreadnought was beginning to