Slaanesh's sudden appearance and collapse caused a momentary lull, but such a brief pause was a luxury on Commorragh's bloody battlefield.
The instinct for battle had long been carved into the marrow of every living being. After their brief shock came even more savage slaughter.
At the very instant Fulgrim's original body hesitated slightly at the familiar sensation rising from the depths of his soul, the clone, who had been half-kneeling on the ground from system overload and appeared incapable of resisting, suddenly erupted with one final, desperate gleam of ferocity in his eyes!
This was his only chance!
Enduring the agony of his body about to fall apart and the weakness of depleted energy, he poured every last shred of strength and will into the greatsword in his hand. Like a dying venomous snake making its final strike, he lunged forward with a savage thrust!
But he was grievously wounded, and Fulgrim instinctively recoiled backward.
Squelch—!
The blade, carrying the Void Engine's remaining power and boundless hatred, stabbed with brutal precision into the fallen primarch's abdomen, which had been left slightly exposed by his shock!
"Aaah—!" Fulgrim's original body let out a roar mingling agony, fury, and disbelief. The sudden grievous wound instantly snapped him out of his confusion over the Elven woman.
He looked down at the blade piercing through his abdomen. Bewilderment first appeared on his face, only to be replaced by towering rage.
"You... damned inferior copy!!!"
He did not even pull out the sword first. Instead, he swung a backhanded punch, wrapped in surging Slaaneshi warp energy, and smashed it into the clone's breastplate like a siege hammer!
Crack!
The power armor, already on the verge of collapse, exploded completely. The clone was hurled away like a stone launched from a catapult, crashing heavily onto