Too Blasphemous!

They are not Primarch.

They are just clones.

Just a desecrated body.

"Fourth Company, Fifth Company, Sixth Company. Purify them."

Three thousand Ultramarines rushed towards those clones.

A clone of Fulgrim rushed forward waving a sword. The swordsmanship was indeed exquisite, indeed gorgeous, and indeed carried the elegance of Emperor's Children.

But that Ultramarines didn't even look. He cut off his sword with one sword, and then cut off his head with another sword.

The clone of Lorgar tried to use Psionic Energy, and golden flames condensed in his hands.

But before he could be released, three Ultramarines appeared in front of him at the same time, and three swords pierced his chest at the same time.

Angron's clone is the strongest, his fighting instinct is still there, his madness is still there, and his power is still there.

He waved Chainaxe, slashed one Ultramarines away, and knocked another one away.

Then he was pushed to the ground by the remaining eight.

Eight swords pierced his body at the same time.

Six Primarch clones, taking five minutes.

At the last moment when he fell, Titus said softly, "Rest in peace."

Deep in the battlefield, the last line of defense was breached.

In the core area, only the last exhibition hall remains.

Trazyn stood in the center of the exhibition hall, looking at the approaching blue ocean.

Behind him is a huge sealed container.

In the container, a piece of C'tan Shard is slowly rotating.

That is his most precious collection in 65 million years, and it is also his last trump card.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the container.

"Let it out." His voice was calm, "Let it fight those humans."

An overlord looked at him in horror. "Are you crazy? That's C'tan! The first one it kills when it comes out is us!"

Trazyn smiled, and the smile was full of madness, "Then let him kill him. Anyway, if he falls into the hands of those humans, he will die."

The container opens slowly.

A terrifying wave of energy surged out from inside, and the energy was so strong that it made the entire Solemnace tremble.

A huge piece of C'tan Shard rose from the container. It burned with green flames and exuded energy that could distort reality. It opened its eyes.

There was no emotion or reason in those eyes, only hunger.

Pure, hunger for life energy.

"Food." its voice rang in everyone's mind. "Lots of food."

It rushes towards those Ultramarines.

Titus raised his head and looked at the approaching C'tan Shard.

There was no fear in his eyes.

There was only one thought in his mind.

Finally, a decent one came.

"Disperse the whole army." His voice was calm, "I will deal with it."

He rose into the sky and faced the C'tan Shard.

The energy of Power Sword and C'tan collided together, bursting out with dazzling light.

The intensity of the light stunned the entire battlefield.

Titus was knocked back hundreds of meters, but his sword was still in his hand and his body was still intact.

C'tan Shard was stunned for a moment.

It was the first time it encountered a mortal who could withstand its blow without dying.

"What are you?" There was a hint of confusion in its voice.

Titus has no answer.

He rushed forward again.

This time, his speed is faster, his strength is stronger, and his sword is burning with golden flames.

That is Emperor's blessing, that is Primarch's blessing, that is Imperium of Man's most powerful power.

C'tan Shard released energy crazily, trying to stop him.

But those energies were torn apart like tissue paper in front of Titus's sword.

He rushed to C'tan Shard and pierced its core with his sword.

C'tan Shard let out a scream, and the scream was full of unwillingness, "How could it be possible... how could a mortal... hurt me..."

Titus looked at it and said softly, "I am not a mortal. I am Ultramarines. I am the descendant of Son of War."

He stirred the hilt of the sword vigorously.

C'tan Shard exploded into countless tiny light spots, floating in the void.

Like a dark green snow.

In the exhibition hall, Trazyn looked at the floating C'tan Shard and fell silent.

His last line of defense was shattered.

Thirty minutes.

Those exhibits only bought him thirty minutes.

A blue figure has appeared at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

The leader is Titus.

His Power Sword is still stained with the residual light of C'tan Shard, and his eyes are burning with cold murderous intent.

"Trazyn." His voice was calm, "You are under arrest."

Trazyn looked at him and suddenly smiled.

In that smile, there was fear, despair, and a hint of relief.

"You crazy people." He said softly, "You are really crazy."

Titus has no answer.

He stepped forward, grabbed Trazyn's neck, and lifted him up.

Trazyn made no resistance.

Because he knows that resistance is meaningless.

The entire Necrons army has been wiped out.

Two million Necron Warriors, now only fragments remain.

And none of those blue figures fell.

None.

He suddenly remembered the time of War in Heaven 65 million years ago.

At that time, he was also like this, watching his comrades fall one by one, watching the enemy approaching step by step, and watching the invincible force crushing everything.

But at that time, it was his enemy who was crushed.

But at this moment, he was the one being crushed.

"Take me to see Guilliman." He said, his voice hoarse, "I want to return that woman to him with my own hands."

On the surface of Solemnace, the battle is over.

The two million Necrons army was completely wiped out.

All released exhibits have been purified.

And those blue figures, 2.5 million Ultramarines, are all alive.

No one was killed.

Not almost, but absolutely zero.

Their Power Armour was covered with the residual liquid of Necrons, their swords were still dripping with the light of Living Metal, and their breathing was slightly rapid.

But they stood, all of them.

Titus stood in the center of the battlefield, holding Trazyn in his hand.

Surrounding him were countless cheering warriors.

"For Gene-Father!" someone shouted.

"For grandma!" more people responded.

"For Son of War!" everyone roared in unison.

The sound shook the heavens and the earth, echoing in the void.

The sound passed through Warp, reached Macragge, reached Terra, and reached every corner of Milky Way.

That voice told everyone that Ultramarines was coming.

Son of War is here.

And their enemies have only one fate.

death.