Within the core passageways of The Rock, a Primarch-level clash erupted with a devastating roar.
The greatsword "Fealty" in Lion El'Jonson's hand blazed with the Emperor's radiant holy fire. Every strike was like a collapsing mountain, carrying an absolute will to purge all corruption.
Across from him, Perturabo had transformed into an engine of destruction driven by hatred, metal, and blasphemous technology.
Perturabo's immense Terminator armor, pieced together from twisted pipes, molten metal, and daemon engines, wielded power claws whose every swing carried enough force to crush a fortress.
Blasphemous gun barrels extending from his shoulders and arms continuously spat searing plasma beams, corrosive acid barrages, and warped force-field rays that tore through shields, melting through the armored walls on either side of the passage and corroding them into massive craters.
His enormous body seemed cumbersome in motion, yet it contained unimaginable explosive power. Each heavy footfall made the alloy floor groan.
"Lion—!!!" Perturabo's electronic compound eyes flickered with mad streams of data. His roar, mingling the scrape of metal and the stench of sulfur, echoed through the passage, drowning out the thunder of bolter fire. "Ten thousand years of silence! Ten thousand years of oblivion! You... hypocritical brothers! You forgot me amid the ruins of Olympia and the torment of the Warp! Yet you... you favored sons of the Emperor! You were allowed to sleep, to await awakening in glory?!"
Lion El'Jonson stood like a silent iceberg, unmoved amid the storm of steel.
The greatsword "Fealty" in his hand was no longer merely slashing; it had become an art of offense and defense combined.
Whenever he blocked Perturabo's power claw, the greatsword precisely cut into a weakness in its force field with a deafening detonation, deftly deflecting the tremendous power capable of tearing apart adamantium armor.
The Emperor's Shield