"Nooo!"
Wade let out a pig-slaughtering scream. He hated weapons with elemental properties most of all. Take his cousin's Godslayer, for example—it dealt physical damage while carrying a powerful electric current, and one hit could make someone lose control of their bladder and bowels.
The giant's longsword looked somewhat like Surtur's flaming sword. One slash from it would probably reduce him to black ash, leaving him unable to regenerate for quite a while.
Clang!
Just as Wade was calculating how long it would be reasonable for him to take to regenerate, a black-and-yellow figure draped in a black Cloak stepped in front of him. The silver-glinting Nightfall Greatsword collided with the other's Golden Flame Greatsword, and a shockwave suddenly erupted.
Wade rolled away in a tumble, while the Custodes nearby staggered in all directions.
Yet the throne atop dozens of golden steps remained completely unaffected. An invisible barrier had entirely blocked the energy blast, and the frail skeleton seated upon it did not move in the slightest.
"Lord Regent of the Imperium, why bother holding a grudge against my cousin? We are guests invited by the Emperor, after all."
Su Ming pushed hard with both hands, forcing the giant, four times taller than himself, back several steps. His tone remained calm and light.
The giant before him wore the blue armor of the Ultramarines. A golden Iron Halo hung behind his head, and a blue-green laurel wreath rested atop his head. Beneath his short, flat-cut golden hair was a weathered face.
He possessed an ordinary sort of handsomeness, like the nameless rulers stamped upon ancient coins. It was not the angelic beauty of Sanguinius, but a heavier, mountain-like beauty.
Su Ming recognized him: Lord of Ultramar, Avenging Son, Lord of Battle, Blade of Unity, Master of Order, supreme commander of