Emperor Fist

At that moment, the ground of Nurgle's Garden cracked.

It is not a rough crack that is torn apart by force, but an orderly and textured crack like a flower blooming.

Starting from the feet of Guilliman, the charred crust rolled outwards, revealing the underground roots that were still burning underneath.

From the cracks in the earth's crust, golden flames spurted out. The flames were not spraying irregularly, but flowing, intertwining, and converging on the ground according to some ancient, array-like trajectory.

They drew a circle at Guilliman's feet, with octagons drawn in the circle, and countless fine runes in the octagons.

Those runes were engraved deep into the soul of Guilliman by Emperor himself, and they were the ultimate imprisonment given to him by Dark King, specifically designed to trap and kill the existence of Chaos.

Nine pillars of fire soared into the sky from the nine nodes of the formation diagram.

The fire pillar was as thick as an ancient tree and reached no top. After rising to a certain height, it began to bend, spiral, and intertwine, and gradually condensed into the shape of nine giant dragons.

It's not that they look like dragons, they are dragons.

Dragon head, dragon horns, dragon beards, dragon scales, dragon claws, dragon tail - each one is composed of golden flames, and each one is as big as Titans.

They opened their mouths and roared silently, although the roar could not be transmitted in Warp.

But the dragon's power crushed it down like a substance, turning the burning ruins on the ground into powder in an instant.

The nine golden dragons circled and shrank suddenly, trapping Mortarion in the center.

Mortarion's pupils suddenly contracted.

He could feel that these nine dragons were not ordinary attacks Psionic Energy.

They are manifestations of power projected directly onto Guilliman from the essence of Emperor - the wheel of Black Sun.

Each dragon represents a layer of imprisonment, and the nine dragons are stacked together, blocking all his escape routes.

It's not that his body is sealed, but his possibilities are sealed.

If he rushes to the left, the dragon will block him.

If he rushes to the right, the dragon will stop him.

He wants to commit suicide with Silence, and the sickle will be held down by the dragon's claws.

He wants to detonate his demonic essence, and those dragons will swallow all his burning Psionic Energy.

Guilliman started talking to him, reminiscing with him, and having a "deep brotherhood" with him - all to mobilize the golden flame accumulated in this Garden of Nurgle, all to set up this Nine-Dragon Formation.

He had already recovered.

"You..."

Mortarion's voice is hoarse.

"How dare you..."

Guilliman didn't look at him.

Guilliman's eyes fell in another direction - the figure who rushed out of the ruins, holding the iconic scythe and with pus flowing all over his body.

Father of Plagues Ku'gath, Nurgle The oldest, strongest and most trusted Greater Daemon.

The body, as bloated as a hill, ran wildly in the golden sea of fire. Every step made the earth shake, and every roar made the void tremble.

"How dare you bully my brother!"

The roar of Ku'gath echoed in Garden of Nurgle, and the voice was full of anger.

He is not a warrior, he is a gardener. He is good at pruning Skeleton Rose, grafting corruption tendrils, and sowing plague spores.

But at this moment, he looked at his brother trapped among the nine golden dragons, and looked at the golden flames burning Mortarion's long-decomposed but still painful body. He clenched his gardening gloves tightly, holding his sowing stick in his hand, and a dark green spore cloud had already spewed out from the small hole on the tip of the stick.

He wanted to rush in, and even if he died, he would drag Mortarion out of that damn cage.

Guilliman turned his head.

That look was not a human look.

It's not the look of an emperor, it's not the look of Primarch.

It was a look that transcended all of this, stood in a higher dimension, and looked down at the ants.

"Great Unclean One, who gave you the confidence to dare to bark in front of me?"

He did not draw his sword.

He raised his right hand and spread his fingers. Golden flames spurted out from his palm, condensed, compressed, and sublimated on his fist, and finally condensed into a piece of solid golden liquid light, like the core of a squashed sun.

That light is neither hot nor hot, because it has transcended the categories of heat and cold and has become a pure, indescribable entity of destruction.

"Emperor Fist!"

Guilliman's voice is extremely calm.

His body disappeared on the spot, and the next moment, he was standing in front of Ku'gath.

It wasn't teleportation, but the speed was so fast that Ku'gath's rotten, yellow pus-filled eyes had no time to catch it.

That fist burning with golden light, with enough power to penetrate Warp's barrier, slammed into Ku'gath's chest.

The sound disappeared in that moment.

It didn't really disappear, but the impact of the fist was so great that it compressed the sound of the explosion.

It cannot be propagated even in Warp.

A moment later, a dull, loud noise, like the cracking of the earth's crust, exploded over the ruins of Nurgle's Garden.

Ku'gath's chest is broken.

It didn't crack, it didn't explode, it just shattered.

Starting from the center of the chest, the layer of rotten skin that was thick enough to withstand the bombardment of the battleship's main gun burst apart, revealing the dark red, still squirming muscle fibers underneath.

Those muscle fibers were like red-hot iron wire in front of the golden flame, instantly curling, carbonizing, and falling off.

Below are bones, not white bones, but dark green, obsidian-like bones that have been blessed by Nurgle for 60 million years.

The bones were shattered under the bombardment of the fist, from the sternum to the ribs, and from the ribs to the spine, inch by inch, like the collapse of dominoes.

Finally there is the heart.

That's not a heart, that's an energy core that condenses a lot of Nurgle's blessings. It's dark green, like a pulsating tumor.

The moment it was exposed to the golden flames, it let out a sharp cry, like a baby crying.

Ku'gath lowered his head and looked at the burning hole in his chest.

Those cloudy eyes were full of astonishment, confusion, and a hint of grievance.

He is Nurgle's oldest Greater Daemon, the first child created by his loving father.

He accompanied Nurgle from the land of Warp where Chaos was first opened, and he used the plague he cultivated with his own hands to open up this land of Garden of Nurgle for Nurgle.

He exchanged his 60 million years of loyalty for the unconditional trust of his loving father.

He is Greater Daemon, he is a Primarch level existence, and he is the supreme creature second only to Nurgle in this Garden of Nurgle.

Then he was punched by a human and his chest was shattered.