He Was So Happy

Guilliman stood before Kabanha, who had been knocked to the ground, the tip of The Emperor's Sword hanging toward the earth.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell deathly silent.

Whether human or daemon, everyone was staring at the scene in the center of the arena.

The warriors stopped fighting, and the daemon army ceased its howling. Everything sank into an eerie silence, and no one moved.

"..."

Everyone stared at the Primarch's blue-and-gold figure and the enormous defeated cur sprawled at his feet, quiet as a mouse.

The victor had been decided.

Kabanha was still desperately trying to push itself up, but it could no longer lift its heavy body. In the end, it could only lie on the ground with its face turned to the side.

Its burning giant eyes stared at Prandium's hazy gray sky as it muttered to itself, sounding as though it was cursing someone, or perhaps calling its master's name.

Blood God—grant me the strength to face my enemy—

But this time, its call received no response.

The Brass Throne gave it no support.

The Blood God's gaze shifted away at that moment as well.

Because it had lost in a one-on-one fight against a human Primarch.

The Blood God no longer favored it. It had lost the Blood God's blessing.

For a follower of the Blood God, this was practically the collapse of heaven and earth.

Kabanha lay on the ground, barely clinging to life, both wings hacked away completely.

The victor had been decided.

The Greater Daemon sprawled across the rocky shell, panting as lava-like blood seeped from the scorched wound in its chest, burning the ground with sizzling smoke.

Guilliman glanced at Kabanha lying on the ground.

Then he raised The Emperor's Sword, aimed it at Kabanha's skull, and looked down at