Three-in-One!
Angron's rage was like a never-ending volcano, erupting molten lava from his chest.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the blue-gold figure in the air— Calgar, the Ultramarines Chapter who harassed, dodged, and counterattacked like a fly.
This ant-like tenacity enraged him more than any direct provocation.
"Roar--!!!"
A roar that shattered the battlefield was no longer a simple battle cry, but a declaration that embodied all the hatred and destructive desire of the Daemon Primarch.
Angron's massive body suddenly unleashed speed and power several times greater than before, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed under the recoil.
He gripped the double-edged giant axe, almost as tall as himself, tightly with both hands, and began to "slaughter," no longer pursuing technique or worrying about openings.
All the blessings of Chaos and primal brute force were poured into this pure, top-down destructive strike!
Before the axe blade even arrived, a terrifying gale had already pressed down, scraping away a layer of the ground and locking away all of Calgar's space to dodge.
This is the full unleashing of Primarch- level power, the simplest violent philosophy of Angron —to crush all pretense with absolute power!
In mid-air, Calgar's expression instantly turned serious beneath his helmet.
He clearly "heard" the axe blade cutting through the air, compressing Psionic Energy, and even slightly distorting reality with its mournful cry.
You can't hide, and you can't escape it.
He gripped the "Loyalist's Glory" tightly in both hands and held it horizontally above his head.
The azure Smart Atoms on the sword's blade burst forth with unprecedented brightness, attempting to construct the most solid defense.
Clang--------!!!!!!
It was no longer a clash of metal, but more like the roar of continental plates colliding!
The moment the sword and axe clashed, a visible ring of destruction, a mixture of blue-gold and scarlet energy, exploded out, rapidly expanding in a spherical shape.
It pulverized everything within a hundred-meter radius—ruins, corpses, and even low-level demons—into dust!
Calgar's parry lasted less than a tenth of a second.
Immediately afterwards, that overwhelming force, which seemed capable of splitting stars, surged through his arms and torso like a raging torrent crashing down a dam, relentlessly pounding into his arms and torso along the sword!
"Well!"
Calgar let out a muffled groan, as if he had been hit head-on by the main cannon of an interstellar battleship, instantly turning into a blurry blue-gold streak of light and flying backward at several times the speed of sound!
It spun and tumbled wildly in the air, its Smart Atoms flashing and flowing frantically on its surface, doing its utmost to disperse and neutralize the terrifying impact, protecting its body from disintegrating instantly.
A few seconds later, nearly a kilometer away, Calgar finally managed to regain control of his body and hovered in mid-air, though his posture was no longer as composed as before.
He looked down at the web between his trembling hands; even through the Power Fist, he could feel the sharp pain and numbness emanating from his bones.
On the ground, Angron maintained his post-slashing posture and slowly raised his head.
His ferocious face actually stretched its muscles to reveal an extremely ugly "smile" that was full of cruel pleasure.
He finally swatted the annoying bug away.
However, when his crimson gaze focused and he saw Calgar's condition in the air, his smile froze.
Calgar was also watching him.
Moreover, through the helmet, Angron seemed to "see" behind the other person's visors a look that, far from being filled with fear, carried instead a hint of... mockery and anticipation?
Wrong!
A rare, chilling warning flickered across Angron's Chaos mind, scorched by the Butcher's Nails and filled with endless rage.
But it was too late.
Call--!
A sound even more violent and swift than when he charged came from his side and above!
The sound was sharp and short, a burst of speed breaking through some kind of limit!
Angron only had time to slightly raise his giant axe--
A knee encased in heavy blue Power Armour slammed into his temple with the force of a mountain collapsing!
Bang!!!!
A dull, resounding clang, like the striking of an ancient bell!
Angron's massive, mountain-like body was sent flying backward by the knee strike, his feet leaving the ground, his head tilting back, and his entire body staggering backward!
"I am Malum Kaido!"
The attacker—the "Sky Tyrant"—flipped backward with the force of the impact, landing steadily with a thunderous roar:
"Inherit the will of Guilliman! For courage and glory!"
Before Angron could fully recover from the sudden and powerful sneak attack, an extremely sharp sword cry rang in his ears!
A chilling, relentlessly sharp aura of death was already aimed at his throat!
"Before you stands the Ultimate Sword Saint, Cato Sicarius!"
The arrogant voice, like a drawn blade, declared, "Declare war on me, Primarch! In my eyes, you are no longer the ancient myth, but merely a mad, withered skeleton in a tomb!"
In the face of life and death, deep within Angron's mind, which was completely dominated by the Butcher's Nails and rage, a warrior's almost instinctive sense of crisis forced out a sliver of clarity!
His tattered, fleshy wings suddenly flapped, tilting his neck backward by the slightest margin!
Hiss--!
The sharp sword energy grazed his chin, severing several strands of his red hair that were as thin as steel wire, and even leaving a faint white mark on his demonic skin, which was comparable to Adamantium!
The mere aftershock of the sword energy caused Angron to feel a bone-chilling cold and stinging pain in his throat!
Using the momentum, his massive body retreated dozens of meters, finally escaping the perilous situation of being attacked from both sides.
He stopped, breathing heavily, his bloodshot eyes no longer fixed solely on his initial opponent Calgar.
Instead, he slowly, with a hint of disbelief and astonishment, glanced at the three blue figures that were now surrounding him in a triangle.
Ahead, hovering in the air, wielding a sword and fist, Calgar —the former Chapter Master, a master of tactics and power—was wounded but his fighting spirit burned even brighter.
On the left, silent as a mountain, Malum Kaido —the newly crowned "Sky Tyrant," whose skull still throbs from that knee strike—is the embodiment of pure violence.
On the right, holding a sword in one hand, his posture appears casual yet flawless, his eyes haughty as if looking down on weeds— Cato Sicarius, the ultimate swordsman, the pinnacle of skill and speed.
Three Space Marines.
There are only three Astartes.
However, the oppressive aura emanating from them, their eerie and powerful strength, and their exquisite and complementary combat skills were all undeniable.
And the gleam in their eyes—a gleam devoid of any reverence, only burning fighting spirit and chilling killing intent...
For the first time, a strange yet incredibly clear feeling arose in Angron's heart, which was filled with endless rage—it was uncertain, a bit uncertain.
These three guys combined... he seems... outmatched.
This realization was like a bucket of ice water, mixed with excruciating pain and humiliation, choking his furious roar in his throat.
He actually felt a definite threat, even a hint of... retreat, in front of a simple triangular formation of three "ants"?
"For courage and glory! Brothers!"
Malum Kaido's deep, strangely rhythmic prayer rang out once more, breaking the brief silence.
Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a blue afterimage once more, charging towards Angron with agility and explosive power far exceeding his size!
This time, his movements were even more unpredictable and elusive; with each shift in his footsteps, he left a faint afterimage along his charging path!
Angron roared, swinging his "Slaughter" giant axe with the force to cleave the earth, and smashed it fiercely into the trajectory of Malum Kaido's charge!
The speed and power of this axe strike were enough to smash a heavy tank, along with its crew, into a bloody pulp!