There was no finesse to this strike. The twelve-meter-tall metal colossus swung his eight-meter Ship-Splitting Blade, imbued with the true damage of [Golden Judgment].
The two squads of Noise Marines charging at the front, along with their prized sonic weapons, were smashed flat into a two-dimensional painting mixed with fragments of Power Armour. Golden flames burned backward along the paths of the sound waves, instantly igniting the souls of dozens of Chaos Space Marines behind them.
"What is this fire?! Aaaaargh!"
For the first time, those depraved lunatics who reveled in pain let out screams of genuine despair.
Liu Zhipeng landed, his immense momentum unleashing a shock wave that blasted several nearby Daemonettes into bloody mist. Holding his sword in one hand, he stood atop the ruins like an insurmountable golden mountain.
"Hmph. A bunch of tone-deaf losers."
He shook the residue off his sword and raised his head. His eyes, burning with golden flames, locked onto the figure slowly descending from the sky, the very embodiment of extravagance and depravity.
"Fulgrim."
The name ground out of his metal throat, carrying a chill that transcended life and death.
In his previous life, when he had still been Horus, he had carried that perfect infant on his back. That child had been the future he wanted to protect, the "little brother" he would defend even if it meant standing against the world.
And now...
"Well, look who we have here. A tiny, golden, furious little... toy."
Fulgrim hovered in midair, his four arms stretching gracefully, each hand holding a Daemon Sword that radiated blasphemous light. His violet, serpentine eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Liu Zhipeng, a sickly smile on his lips that could almost be called "affectionate."
"Your soul... has such a distinctive flavor." Fulgrim flicked out his forked tongue