He Just Wants to Play with Orbital Bombardment

"My power has increased."

Calgar felt the surge of Smart Atoms within his body:

"The improvement was so significant after just a few extreme training sessions."

It seems the training intensity needs to be doubled.

"False Emperor lackey! Where did you get your power from?!"

The fallen Emperor's Children roared, his handsome face, bestowed upon him by Slaanesh, contorted with rage and a hint of fear:

"Was it that zombie sitting on the Golden Throne who blessed you?!"

"The Emperor's glory will always guide us on our path."

Calgar's voice remained calm, yet carried an iron will.

He swung his sword again, still with a seemingly simple downward slash.

But it was faster and more powerful; the trajectory of the blade seemed to scorch even the space itself with its blue-gold light.

The Emperor's Children gritted his teeth, pushing his lifelong swordsmanship and the unpredictable movement techniques bestowed upon him by Slaanesh to their limits, attempting to block or deflect the force.

However--

"Snap!"

His prized demon crystal sword was brutally severed!

The holy sword's momentum remained undiminished, leaving a deep, bone-revealing scorch mark on his exquisite breastplate!

The corrupted Sisters of Battle had been watching from the sidelines, had long since lost her playful expression, which was now replaced by solemnity and astonishment.

This Ultramarines... what's with this power?

This isn't Ultramarines!

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was the Emperor's Champion, imbued with divine power by the Emperor himself!

Without further hesitation, she transformed into a purplish-black afterimage, her demonic scimitar slashing ruthlessly towards Calgar's neck, attempting a diversionary tactic.

However, another blue figure intercepted her at an even faster speed.

"Bite!"

The Power Sword precisely parried the demon scimitar.

Cato Sicarius stood before her, his gaze behind the helmet visor icy.

"What, are you pretending I don't exist?"

This proud swordsman could no longer contain himself.

He inherited the genetic seed from the legendary Ultra Warrior Sear, which gave him a burning desire for combat, especially sword duels against powerful opponents.

The other party's neglect only fueled his anger.

Before the other side could respond, Sicarius launched an attack!

Although his Power Sword was a standard design, it seemed to come alive in his hands, transforming into a dazzling and deadly display of light and shadow.

The sword techniques flowed smoothly, and the transitions between offense and defense were flawless.

Each strike was precisely aimed at the weak points in the corrupt nun's offensive; it was a perfect combination of honed swordsmanship and astonishing combat intuition.

The bizarre swordsmanship and bewitching Psionic Energy bestowed upon Sicarius by the corrupted Slaanesh were utterly ineffective against his iron will and masterful swordsmanship.

In just a few rounds, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and the Demon Scimitar was knocked away!

Immediately afterwards, their vision was filled with a sharp sword light.

"Pfft!"

The Power Sword severed her waist without any resistance.

Sicarius didn't stop moving. His left hand shot out like lightning and grabbed her head, which was twisted in terror. His powerful strength instantly suppressed all her struggles.

He held the severed head, turned to look at the battle in Calgar, and the pent-up jealousy in his heart reignited.

Calgar was gripping the gleaming holy sword with both hands, and with an almost smashing motion, he was relentlessly hacking at the disheveled Emperor's Children.

The scene was full of power, but in the eyes of the sword saint Sicarius, it was a complete waste!

Such a divine weapon should be paired with the most exquisite swordsmanship to create an artistic killing, rather than being used as a hammer by a barbarian!

Waste!

What a waste!

Calgar seemed to realize that if he continued to cut, this precious "living specimen" would turn into mincemeat (Guilliman demanded that powerful Chaos entities be captured alive for "purification and absorption").

So, he decisively... sheathed his sword.

Then, to the astonishment of the Fallen Emperor's Children, Calgar raised his famous "Iron Resolve" Power Fist.

"For Macragge!"

Bang!!!

The powerful punch, imbued with the power of Vitruum, slammed solidly into the opponent's exquisite helmet.

The helmet, along with the handsome yet otherworldly face inside, caved in.

Without uttering a sound, the Emperor's Children fell into the deepest "infant sleep" and lay stiffly on the ground.

Sicarius watched the holy sword sway slightly in its scabbard as Calgar moved.

He looked again at the severed head and the standard-issue Power Sword he was holding, and felt a mix of emotions.

Calgar walked up to him and patted his shoulder armor:

"Well done, Second Company."

With our 'spoils' in hand, it's time for us to take charge of the overall purification.

Father... is still waiting for the sacred orbital bombardment.

"Oh, right, I spent time alone with my father yesterday."

He also mentioned to me that he hadn't played orbital bombardment for 10,000 years and now he really misses it.

For my father's sake, we should increase our efficiency now; I don't want him to be waiting impatiently.

Hurry up, Sicarius! Don't you feel sorry for your father who can't play orbital bombardment?

"..."

"Even if you heal him, you'll still be drooling..." Sicarius thought to himself.

But he acted quickly, glancing one last time at Calgar's sword, burying his burning desire and bittersweet feeling deep within his heart.

Someday.

He gripped his Power Sword tighter.

One day, he will prove himself worthy of the special attention of the Gene-Father, worthy of... that kind of sword.

And Calgar was right about one thing.

It's so pitiful that my father can't play with orbital bombing!

Other Primarch can play, so why can't mine?

In terms of biological age alone, my dad is over 300 years younger than me.

He's still a child!

He just wanted to try out orbital bombardment, what did he do wrong?

These damned Slaanesh followers actually tried to stop him!

As expected of a born evil Slaanesh, he has a way of courting death!

Calgar had already taken off with a roar.

With a speed of Mach 22, he charged through the city with his sword, leaving only a blue-gold afterimage in his wake.

It could be said that it lacked any finesse in swordsmanship, but under the effect of the powerfully thrown brick, this operation was surprisingly magnificent and destructive.

Sicarius:...

There was a profound reason why his father gave him this sword.

Calgar: Awooooo! Father, wait for me! Soon you'll be able to play with orbital bombardment!

Let's unleash a sacred orbital bombardment on this planet!!