My Turn

Perturabo's dagger pierced the joint of his left arm, where a burst of eerie green sparks erupted.

A slight smile appeared on his lips, "This thing is nothing special."

Dorn's fist slammed into the armor on his right leg, denting it in.

His voice was as calm as a rock. "Don't underestimate the enemy."

It hasn't exerted its power yet.

Angron's Chainaxe severed the root of the first energy wing, which detached from the Colossus's back and dissipated as a ghostly green speck of light.

His eyes were filled with ecstatic joy. "Awesome! Slaying these is way more satisfying than Necrons!"

Sanguinius ' sword struck the face of the Colossus, leaving a deep crack on the surface of the inverted pyramid.

His voice was gentle yet firm. "Brothers, focus your attacks on the head."

That's its core.

Lion's sword struck the tower's spire, shattering the crystals and unleashing a torrent of eerie green energy.

His voice was like a battle cry, "For Caliban!"

The Colossus finally moved.

Its left hand lashed out suddenly, so fast that Perturabo had no time to dodge.

His body was slapped away by the giant hand, tumbling dozens of times in the air before crashing heavily into the ruins.

Its right leg suddenly kicked out, Dorn was thrown back by the force, landing on the ground and leaving a long trail.

Its energy wings suddenly unfurled, flinging Angron away. His Chainaxe slipped from his grasp and spun through the air before falling to the ground.

Its face glowed with a ghostly green light, which transformed into a beam of light that shot toward Sanguinius. Sanguinius dodged to the side, but the beam grazed his wing, burning a few feathers to ashes.

Above its head, Lion was thrown back by the eerie green force field, his sword slipping from his hand in mid-air and landing some distance away.

All five Primarch were simultaneously repelled.

They crawled out of the ruins, stood up from the ground, and steadied themselves in the sky.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, their breathing was rapid, and their eyes were filled with shock.

"This thing..." Perturabo's voice held a hint of disbelief, "It really can fight."

Dorn stood up, brushed the dirt off his clothes, and said, "Again."

Angron picked up the Chainaxe, its blade still shimmering with a ghostly green energy. "Damn it, I'm going to take this apart today."

Sanguinius ' wings unfurled anew, the charred feathers reborn in golden light. "Its weakness lies in its head."

That star-like core.

Lion picked up the Sword of Loyalty, its blade still bearing the cracks, but his eyes still burned with fighting spirit. "Brothers, let's go!"

The five Primarch charged at the Colossus once more.

They are faster, stronger, and have better teamwork.

Perturabo launched a feint attack from the left, Dorn diverted attention from the right, Angron harassed from the rear, Sanguinius drew fire from the front, and Lion searched for openings from above.

Their attacks were like a storm, wave after wave, each stronger than the last.

The Colossus's shields are overloaded, its armor is cracking, and its energy wings are breaking.

Its processor was running at full speed, trying to find a way to cope.

But it cannot be found.

Because the attacks from those five Primarch had exceeded its computational capabilities.

Perturabo's dagger pierced the Colossus's left wrist, severing the energy circuit there. The left hand drooped, losing its power.

A slight smile appeared on his lips, "One."

Dorn's fist slammed into the Colossus's right knee, shattering the armor and exposing the internal structure.

His voice remained calm. "The second one."

Angron's Chainaxe severed the base of the third energy wing, which detached from the Colossus's back.

His laughter echoed across the battlefield, "The third one!"

Sanguinius ' sword struck the face of the Colossus, creating a huge crack on the surface of the inverted pyramid, from which eerie green energy surged forth.

His voice was gentle yet firm. "Just a little bit more."

Lion's sword pierced the crack, and the dark green flames collided with the eerie green energy, bursting forth with a blinding light.

His voice was like a battle cry, "For humanity!"

The Colossus's body began to tilt.

Its shields completely collapsed, large sections of its armor peeled off, and its energy core was overloaded.

Its processor is screaming, its emotional simulation system is alarming, and its logic array is crashing.

But it did not fall.

It still has a trump card.

The Colossus's head, with its eerie green star, suddenly expanded.

Its light grew brighter, more intense, and more terrifying.

That is the power of all the C'tan Shard, the energy accumulated over 65 million years, the most fundamental law of the Material Universe.

The Colossus's body began to reassemble; the shattered armor healed in the eerie green light, the broken energy circuits reformed, and the detached energy wings were reborn.

Its power is rising, its speed is increasing, and its killing intent is gathering.

Perturabo's expression changed. "It still has a backup plan!"

Dorn's voice remained calm. "Retreat."

Angron's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. "No retreat!"

Sanguinius ' wings suddenly spread open, golden light clashing with eerie green light. "Brothers, watch out!"

Lion's sword blazed with dark green flames. "Come on!"

The Colossus moved.

Its left hand slammed down on Perturabo with incredible speed, leaving Perturabo no time to dodge.

His body was sent flying, crashing heavily into the rubble, golden blood spurting from his mouth.

Its right leg kicked at Dorn, Dorn blocked with his arms, but the force was too great; his arm bones shattered, and he was sent flying backward.

Its back-mounted energy wings lashed out at Angron, the wingtips piercing his shoulder and pinning him to the ground.

Its beam of light shot towards Sanguinius, Sanguinius parried with his sword, but the beam was too powerful; his sword slipped from his hand, and he was blasted away.

Above its head, the eerie green force field suddenly expanded, sending Lion flying. His body tumbled through the air before landing on the ground, leaving a long trail.

Five Primarch fell simultaneously.