His target, from beginning to end, had been the one standing off to the side, ready to enjoy the show... Mortarion!
"What?!"
Mortarion had never expected Horus to pull a move like this. He had only just climbed to his feet, his strength spent and not yet recovered. This was his weakest moment.
And Horus, carried by the gale and momentum of Angron's charge, appeared before Mortarion in an instant, like a god descending from heaven.
"Surprised? Didn't see that coming?" Horus's voice rang in his ear.
Worldbreaker smashed toward Mortarion's skull with thunderous force.
Mortarion barely had time to instinctively bring his scythe, Silence, across his body to block.
CLANG!!!!
A deafening crash rang out.
Under Horus's long-planned, full-power blow, further amplified by the [Glory of Bloodshed] buff, Silence's long haft snapped!
The warhammer's remaining force slammed into Mortarion's chest.
"Urgh!"
Black-green daemon blood erupted from Mortarion's mouth and nose like a fountain. His bloated body flew backward again like a kite with its string cut. This time, he crashed straight through the hall's wall and vanished into the poisonous fog outside, his fate unknown.
Meanwhile, Angron's attack had missed. Unable to stop the momentum of his charge, he slammed into the opposite wall of the hall, leaving a body-shaped hole.
"ROAR!!!"
The fury of being toyed with drove Angron completely mad. He turned from the hole in the wall with a roar, his blood-red eyes fixed on Horus as though he wanted to devour him alive.
"You... dare... ignore me?!"
Horus shook the green blood off his warhammer, then turned to face Angron with a smile.
"No, I was just... clearing out the small fry."
"Now it's your turn."
That utterly provocative remark poured oil on the fire, igniting Angron's rage, which had already been on the verge