"Brother!" Scabeiathrax roared from the other side, trying to rush forward to rescue Ku'gath, but a vast golden figure blocked his path.
"Hey, fatty. Where do you think you're going?"
Liu Zhipeng flashed a savage metallic grin.
"Since the blue one took one, you're mine!"
End of Lament became a golden whirlwind in Liu Zhipeng's hands. He cared nothing for swordsmanship. It was simply strength and speed, combined with that absurd "true damage" passive.
"Ora ora ora ora!!"
Liu Zhipeng's greatsword rained blows onto Scabeiathrax. Every strike severed the connection between reality and the Warp. Every strike sheared away hundreds of pounds of daemonic flesh.
"No... this isn't fair... my regeneration..." Scabeiathrax discovered, in despair, that the regenerative powers of Nurgle he took such pride in were utterly useless against this golden giant.
"Die!!"
Liu Zhipeng's final horizontal slash cut the Greater Daemon clean in half at the waist. Then he seized the daemon's upper body with one hand and poured flames into him through his arm.
"Become fireworks!"
Boom!!
A mushroom cloud rose.
Just five minutes. Two Great Unclean Ones, banished.
Only the last enemy, and the strongest, remained pinned down at the center of the battlefield-Mortarion.
Mortarion had lost all his earlier arrogance. As he looked at the two giants, one blue and one gold, eyeing him with unmistakably hostile intent, sweat soaked the palm gripping his scythe.
"Two against one... Roboute, is this your honor?" Mortarion roared, his bluster masking his fear. "You used to care more about chivalry than anyone!"
"Times have changed, brother."
Guilliman spoke coldly, flicking the foul blood from his sword as he advanced step by step. "Besides, traitors don't deserve honor. Only execution."
"Why waste words on him?" Liu Zhipeng walked up beside Guilliman, sword in hand. The two giants were surprisingly