Humiliating a Fan

The Word Bearers Dark Apostle gritted his teeth in fury.

He had fought countless battles, but this one was making him more and more agitated.

One man had held off a whole pack of Enchanted Warriors for this long. Had he eaten the False Emperor?

Ordinarily, daemon-possessed Enchanted Warriors were stronger than regular Astartes. Possession granted the host superhuman strength, speed, and regenerative ability. One Enchanted Warrior could usually take on two or three ordinary Adeptus Astartes at once without losing ground.

Yet this Ultramarines captain had withstood an assault by so many daemon warriors?

Captain or not, he was still an ordinary Astartes!

How long had they been fighting?

Time was hard to measure in the Warp, but he had already spent nearly half his Psychic Pool.

Damn Ultramarines.

He had lost nearly half his daemon warriors, too.

What the hell?

The Holy Light Greatsword in that Ultramarine's hands was a daemon's worst nightmare. Any daemon it struck screamed as its soul was annihilated.

The corpses of the Enchanted Warriors fell and reverted to their original forms.

Damn it. Could that sword be destroying every daemon it struck outright?!

The remaining Enchanted Warriors' equipment was battered and torn. Wary now, they tried to parry the Ultramarine's attacks with their weapons, afraid to let that sword touch them.

Daemon Weapons were damaged when they met those Holy Light weapons, too. After enough clashes, they shattered.

...What the hell was this? Was this fight even possible anymore?

The Ultramarine had suffered wounds as well, but they healed almost immediately.

No human healed that fast!

An ordinary Astartes should not have that ability. The problem had to be...

That conspicuous Golden Aura.

The Dark Apostle clenched his teeth and turned his gaze toward the black-armored priest behind the Ultramarine.

A priest.

Strictly