Tzeentch, I Will...

A distance of two kilometers took a Primarch only two seconds to cross.

But that blue-feathered bird's attack was simply too fast. From bursting out of the spatial rift to striking its target, it took only an instant—too fast for even a Primarch to defend against.

You had to admit, Tzeentch was really sinister!!!

Guilliman could only watch helplessly as the Lin En was suddenly blasted away by the Tzeentch Greater Daemon.

Actually, Lin En had sensed something the moment he heard the crack of space shattering behind him. Danger Sense issued an early warning toward the sudden source of overwhelming hostility—

But the warning was useless.

The Greater Daemon was simply too fast.

Given Lin En's reaction speed, by the time the Danger Sense signal traveled from his cerebral cortex to his motor nerves, the Greater Daemon's attack had already struck him.

"Bang—!"

A tremendous force slammed into his back, sending his entire body flying.

The Scepter of Truth slipped from his hand and went clanging off to the side, while he spun several times through the air before crashing to the ground.

Ugh.

How embarrassing.

He tumbled violently through the air three and a half times. The Ultramarines' lines in the sky and on the ground blurred into a mass of colorful streaks in his vision.

After hitting the ground, he rolled several more times before finally coming to a stop.

His faceplate struck a rock with a loud clang, cracks bursting across it. Lin En then lay flat on his back, staring up at the sky.

The Power Armor over his back had been pierced by a massive hole.

That hole should have gone straight through to the front, but Thirty Days' Blood-Lock Mechanism activated in an instant, sealing most of the wound the moment he was