Outmatched

However, just before Malum Kaido's axe blade struck his body, his massive form displayed a flexibility and agility that defied the laws of physics.

With a sudden downward thrust, using the toes of his Power Armour as a pivot, he completed an incredibly swift 360-degree spin!

He not only narrowly avoided the deadly axe blade, but also the roaring Chainsword in his hand.

Using the force of the spin, he slashed hard at Angron's waist and abdomen before he could react!

Sizzle--!!!

A deafening explosion of metal cutting and energy tearing sounds erupted!

This time, Malum Kaido compressed and poured all the Smart Atoms in his body into the serrated teeth of his Chainsword in that instant!

The blue light on the blade was so dazzling it was almost white!

Angron's battle-hardened, blood-soaked, and Khorne brass armor, along with the incredibly tough demonic skin and muscles beneath it.

This sword strike actually cleaved a nearly half-meter-long, deep, and gruesome wound that exposed the bone!

Dark red, lava-like demon blood gushed out like a high-pressure water jet!

"Ugh--!!"

Angron let out a roar of pain mixed with extreme shock, his massive body staggering back a step.

He looked down at the bleeding wound on his waist, and for the first time, a clear tremor appeared in his scarlet eyes.

How many centuries has it been since he suffered such real, tangible trauma from a weapon of "mortals"?

"No enemy is spared..."

Just as Angron's mind was momentarily distracted by his injuries...

That haughty and authoritative voice, which sent chills down his spine, sounded again from his side and behind him, like the Whisper of Ynnead.

Angron turned his head sharply.

Cato Sicarius had somehow managed to distance himself from him by several dozen meters.

He leaned slightly forward, his left hand lightly pressing on the hilt of the longsword "Zhan" burning with blue-gold flames at his waist, while his right hand held it loosely.

A simple, ancient pose that gathers all the body's energy and power to the extreme, all for the ultimate explosion in the next moment.

"... Nothing can be cut off!"

The recitation is complete.

Cato Sicarius's figure seemed to blur for a moment.

No, it's not vague.

It was a brilliant, condensed golden thread, as if it contained the first rays of dawn piercing through the eternal night, that shot out from his waist!

That's too fast!

It was faster than sight could perceive, so fast it seemed like nothing more than a stinging sliver of light remaining on the retina!

Angron felt a flash of golden light before his eyes, followed by an indescribable, soul-piercing pain and burning sensation!

"Golden Skyline..."

Cato Sicarius's soft whisper, as he sheathed his sword and placed it on his waist, finally reached his ears.

Angron instinctively raised his hand to cover his face, and thick, hot blood gushed out between his fingers!

His vision was instantly stripped away, plunging him into a blood-red and dark abyss.

Not only were his eyes injured by the sword energy, but the sword, which contained the Primarch's blessing and the Atomic Law, even severed his Psionic Energy connection with part of the vision shared by the Khorne's Realm!

panic.

A long-lost emotion, almost forgotten by him, an emotion he only felt when he was "weak," suddenly gnawed at his heart, which was burning with anger, like a cold, venomous snake.

Two Space Marines... just two!

He was severely injured, bleeding profusely, and blinded?!

However, before the panic could spread, before he could even recover from the chaos of excruciating pain in his eyes and the loss of his vision—

Boom!!!!

A familiar yet unfamiliar, extremely concentrated, violent force slammed into the side of his head, which was already badly injured from the sword strike!

It's a fist!

Power Fist enveloped in the radiant glow of azure Smart Atoms!

"For the holy Guilliman --!!!"

Calgar's roar, like the final judgment bell, exploded in his ears!

This punch embodied all of Calgar's strength, combat skills, beliefs, and his determination to defend his father's honor.

The timing was impeccable, catching Angron at his most vulnerable moment—when his old wounds were still healing, he was in excruciating pain from a new injury, and he was completely out of his mind!

Angron's massive body flew sideways off the ground like a rag doll struck by a battering ram.

It tumbled through the air and crashed heavily into a pile of palace ruins that had not yet completely collapsed, a hundred meters away, kicking up clouds of dust and rubble!

Calgar hovered in place, maintaining his punching stance, his chest heaving violently.

He looked down at his gauntlets, which were emitting faint blue smoke and Smart Atoms were flashing violently to alleviate overload.

An indescribable, intense thrill, a mixture of supreme glory, ultimate exhilaration, and transcendence, swept through my entire body.

Cool!

An indescribable feeling of exhilaration!

A Daemon Primarch was defeated head-on!

What an achievement!

How...

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

A sudden, extremely strange sense of emptiness and powerlessness came from his waist without warning.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the continuous flow of Smart Atoms within his body, as if it had received a mandatory command of the highest priority.

It surged towards his waist and abdomen area with unprecedented speed and scale!

Smart Atoms will only converge so recklessly, with repair as their sole objective, under one condition:

When a host's body suffers a massive injury that could be fatal instantly, all resources must be concentrated immediately for the most intensive repair, otherwise life will perish instantly.

I... am I injured?

Calgar remained conscious, though somewhat dazed.

when?

How did you get injured?

The recoil from that punch just now?

No, impossible. Smart Atoms can withstand it perfectly well.

That is...

His thinking ability is still there, but his control over his body is rapidly diminishing.

The levitation force disappeared first, followed by sensation in the limbs.

He fell straight down from mid-air like a puppet with its strings cut.

Bang!

The heavy body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Calgar lay on his side, his vision beginning to blur and spin.

He tried to move his arms, but couldn't feel them.

Finally, what entered his gradually dimming eyes was the smooth, mirror-like surface of his waist armor, a huge cut that shimmered with a filthy spiritual light, cleaving his entire torso in two.

And the internal organs and mechanical parts, mixed with blood and engine oil, slowly flowing out from the cut surface.

His body was almost completely severed at the waist.

Only the armor on the back and a few remaining fragments of the spine and tubing, which were not completely severed, barely connected the upper and lower sections.

Angron... when?