The white light is Jaghatai. To be more precise, it is the light reflected by his sword when it dances rapidly.
Mortals cannot capture the speed of Space Marines, and Space Marines cannot capture the speed of Primarchs. There is also a speed gap between Primarchs, Jaghatai The fighting ability shown by during the rapid attack was as natural and smooth as breathing. He was like a human-shaped lightning, falling straight from the sky to the ground in an instant. After a shock was completely spread in the sky and reflected in the eyes for a long time, the roar was long overdue.
The narrow distance of 20 meters was not enough for the Thunder to spread out, but fortunately the front line Iron Hands attacked was long enough, which gave Jaghatai ample opportunity to warm up.
The banging sounds of metal collision were connected together, and these independent sounds seemed long and lasting under the pressure of speed, and the pictures corresponding to the sounds were one after another of Iron Hands people flipping on their backs, and a warning scar was cut on their chests. The power roaring from the back of the knife penetrated through this insignificant hole, and hit hard on Space Marines's flesh and blood body.
Although the mixed composition of meat and iron in Iron Hands's Space Marines requires Jaghatai to apply different strengths when chopping, he can instantly tell the difference between Iron Hands and Iron Hands from the subtle sound changes when the blade contacts the armor, and apply just the right amount of force.
Those Iron Hands who had not yet undergone large-scale transformation were stabbed by Jaghatai, causing chest tightness, shortness of breath, and black eyes. Those Iron Hands veterans whose bodies were half made of iron were struck by Jaghatai. The metal vibrated at high frequencies, shaking their brains so that they could not provide effective feedback to various parts of the body.
As soon as the Destroyer pointed his gun at the backs of their brothers, Jaghatai had already knocked the forwards of Iron Hands off their backs. He rushed unstoppably towards the Destroyers in the rear who were holding heavy weapons, and stopped their behavior with a roar.
"Stop!"
The roar entered the hearts of the Iron Hands Destroyers, and their rational and cold thinking was shocked for a moment. When they realized that they should fight back, they found themselves lying on the ground staring directly at the ceiling.
What happened?
All the Iron Handss lying on the ground asked themselves this, and those Iron Handss who had not entered the attack range of Jaghatai finally saw clearly who attacked them.
Jaghatai Khan did all this without even shedding a drop of sweat. He flicked two beautiful swords and put them back into the sheath. The buzzing sound of the blades cutting through the air woke up the stunned Iron Hands. Their brains, which were barely functioning, were finally able to make a clear judgment on the scene.
Three seconds, just three seconds.
At 0.2 seconds, Jaghatai suddenly launched an attack on Stunus, knocking Stunus down with a knife blow, and then rushed towards Iron Hands who was taking steps in unison.
At one point and five seconds, the four company commanders and 100 soldiers in the first row of the Iron Hands military formation were completely knocked down by Jaghatai.
In two seconds, Jaghatai's roar shocked the 40 Destroyers in the second and third rows of Iron Hands who were preparing to support the front line.
In three seconds, Jaghatai knocked the Destroyer holding the twin Melta Cannon and plasma cannon to the ground. As for the Destroyer using Heavy Bolter, he ignored it. Ordinary Heavy Bolter could not hurt the flesh of Fulgrim.
The sound of the soldiers lying on the ground trying to move their bodies could not stop the spread of silence. What finally broke the deadly atmosphere was White Scars's excited and passionate war cry. Although they did not see clearly how Jaghatai beat hundreds of Iron Hands to the ground, it did not stop them from shouting for their father's awesomeness.
Colvin and Raven Guard on the side felt even more uncomfortable. They were as depressed as White Scars was happy.
"For the great sweat and the Emperor! For the great sweat and the Emperor! For the great sweat and the Emperor!"
Jaghatai looked back at the cheerful White Scars, with an extremely clear sense of disgust in his eyes. Accomplishing all this is not something worth boasting and shouting about.
Eyes widened!
White Scars wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, and some White Scars did not respond. They only had time to lower their volume slightly.
"For the great sweat and the Emperor... for the great sweat...The Emperor..."
Stunus also regained his composure at this time. He covered his buzzing head and turned over with difficulty from the ground. He raised his head and subconsciously looked in the direction where White Scars was cheering, and saw the majestic back of Jaghatai.
"This... what the hell is going on..."
Stunus couldn't understand everything that happened in just a few seconds. The sudden changes in brothers Chapter, Emperor's Children, and brother Chapter made his thoughts confused.
A hand was placed on Stunus's shoulder, "I know what happens next may be difficult for you to accept, but I hope you can stay calm."
Looking along the sound, Fulgrim's apologetic face filled Stunus's vision.
All confusion was once again replaced by anger, and Stunus, who was lying on the ground, punched Fulgrim in the face.
Facing the oncoming iron fist, Fulgrim did not dodge or dodge. Moreover, he relaxed his body and calmly welcomed Iron Hands's anger.
The fist hit Fulgrim's face, and the force was so strong that the clenched metal fingers rubbed and sparkled brightly. Fulgrim's face tilted back slightly with the force. Not to mention scars, not even bruises appeared on that handsome and fair face.
Stunus's punch was followed by another one. He concentrated all the hatred towards Slaanesh, Emperor's Children, and Fulgrim for himself, Iron Hands, and Fulgrim into his fist.
The sound of beatings was like raindrops hitting the iron shed, and Stunus was punching Fulgrim in a rage and pressed on him. Fulgrim raised his head with a big font Lying down on his back, Stunus was sitting on Fulgrim's breastplate, grabbing his silver hair with one hand, and hitting Fulgrim's face hard with the other.
Iron Hands, which was made by Stunus himself, was damaged, and small metal parts were bleeding from the increasingly larger gaps.
Stunus didn't know how long he had been beating. He felt that his hands were on the verge of disintegration, and his body was sending out non-stop alarms due to excessive consumption.
Controlled by his anger, he felt tired. He moved his twisted fist away and saw a damaged face. Metal fragments were embedded in the flesh, and bloodstains and bruises were spread all over Fulgrim's face like camouflage.
"Are you dead? Traitor?" Stunus asked breathlessly.
Fulgrim opened his eyes. He was not angry because of Stunus's rough beating. On the contrary, he was very sad now.
A tear slipped down the corner of his eye, pushing away the blood and metal slag, Fulgrim said hoarsely to Stunus.
"I'm not dead, that's too bad."