Primarchs were renowned for their resilience. Making them break was nearly impossible. Fortunately, Magnus had Konrad Curze's help. The Night Lords' Primarch had seen the darkest futures through his gift of prophecy and knew how his brothers had fallen into irreversible corruption. Magnus only needed to follow his instructions.
Perturabo's Warp essence was freed from his humanity and flesh, then guided directly into Sanguinius's body. At that moment, Sanguinius and the Hand of Khorne were locked in fierce combat. He desperately needed a new source of power to reignite his fading divine strength.
A force melted into every part of his body. The deeply buried resentment and dissatisfaction made Sanguinius realize at once that this was Perturabo's power.
The Hand of Khorne swung his axe, nearly taking off Sanguinius's head. He knew he had no time to consider where this power had come from. He had to use it immediately!
Following his instincts, Sanguinius raised one hand toward the Hand of Khorne.
Hm? What was he doing? Telling me to stop?
The gesture seemed utterly strange to the Hand of Khorne, but he would not halt his assault over something like that. This battle had to end in death.
He brought down his axe, and all the blood across the battlefield was stirred by the strike, gathering behind him to form a bloody cloak.
"Bang!"
Sanguinius made a sound imitating cannon fire. In the next instant, countless densely packed holes appeared from nowhere in his palm. Upon closer inspection, they were unmistakably cannon barrels.
Those barrels defied all reason. No one knew where the shells came from as they blasted fiercely at the Hand of Khorne. Though each shell was smaller than an insect egg, the explosions they produced were still terrifyingly earth-shaking.
The Hand of Khorne possessed absolute resistance