"Only a few hours left. Hurry!"
Vulkan's voice echoed through the ruins. He did not look back at Corax; his gaze was already fixed on the towering fortress ahead.
He strode forward, each step leaving a footprint burning with green flames that corroded the soil, melted the rock, and reduced all life to decay.
He entered the fortress.
The Word Bearers around him spotted the intruder immediately.
They rushed from cover, surging toward Vulkan like a tide.
Their Bolters fired at close range, their Chainswords roared in their hands, and their Power Weapons swept through the air.
Fanatical faith burned in their eyes, and they shouted Lorgar's name.
They had only one task.
Stop him. Stop him at any cost.
Yet a Primarch facing ordinary Space Marines was like an adult facing a crowd of infants.
And they were facing not one Primarch, but two.
Vulkan, the corrupted Primarch who had received Nurgle's sevenfold blessing, harbored the souls of seven Great Unclean Ones within his body. His power had reached the pinnacle of realspace.
Corax, the Raven Guard Primarch who had become the Everchosen, possessed enough power to contend with a Lesser God.
The two Primarchs advanced shoulder to shoulder, their combined power enough to annihilate anything in their path.
Even so, the warriors charged.
Knowing they were certain to die, the Word Bearers still hurled themselves without hesitation at those two invincible enemies.
Faith gave them courage, loyalty gave them strength, and their devotion to Lorgar made them ignore their fear.
They built wall after wall of flesh with their bodies, trading their lives for even a single second.
Three hours remained.
The two Primarchs slaughtered thousands of Word Bearers Space Marines within the fortress.
The warriors' corpses piled up in the corridors, blocking the passageways. Blood pooled