strictlysupreme Chapter 387: God War
Chapter 387: God War
Angron's body swelled, tore apart, and reformed in the twisted chaotic energy—his skin cracked, revealing surging black fire beneath; his spine pierced through flesh and blood, extending into ferocious bone wings; his head was elongated, his fangs pierced his jaw, and his eyes completely transformed into two burning blood-red fireballs.
He was no longer a warrior, but a pure beast of destruction.
"Brother—" His voice no longer belonged to humanity, but rather resonated from the abyss, "Now—die—!"
Lion's blade struck Angron's chest, but only managed to create a wound that healed instantly. The next second, a massive black flame claw swept across, and the Emperor's Shield finally succumbed, shattering with a piercing metallic tearing sound! The Lion King was thrown back by the shockwave, crashing through three alloy walls before coming to a stop, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Primarch!" The dark angels tried to help, but Angron simply flapped his wings, and a chaotic storm swept them all away.
No one can stop him now.
Angron strode towards the core of the Citadel of Light with earth-shaking steps. Each step he took caused the ground to cave in, and each breath he exhaled spewed corrosive black fire. The firepower of the defensive turrets was like a tickle to him, and the Space Marines' interception was crushed with a flick of his wrist.
His goal was singular—**that suspended ancient device, the source of the Nova Torch.**
"Stop him! At all costs!" the fortress commander ordered hysterically.
The suicide squad charged forward wave after wave, but all of them turned into a bloody mist. The Katachon jungle warriors' poison-blade tanks fired in volleys, leaving only scorch marks on Angron's skin; the Grey Knights' psionic spears pierced his back, but he grabbed them with his backhand and crushed them together, weapon and all.
This was a one-sided massacre.
When Russell arrived at the core area, Angron had already torn open the last blast door. Through the shattered observation window, he could see the Ancient Device on the platform a hundred meters away, its blue-white light illuminating the terrifying figure of the Primarch.
"Commander!" Valerian rushed over, dragging his injured leg. "All heavy weapons are malfunctioning! We must—"
“No,” Russell interrupted him, “you retreat.”
"What?"
Russell removed his helmet, and golden psionic energy began to seep from every pore of his body. His skin gradually became transparent, revealing the pure energy flowing beneath.
"This is no longer a battle you can participate in." His voices began to overlap, as if a thousand voices were speaking simultaneously. "Evacuate everyone from the core area, including..." He paused, "including the Lion King."
Valerian was shocked to see that not far away, Ryan was being dragged away from the battlefield by medics. His breastplate was completely dented, and his power sword was only half intact, but he was still struggling to stand up.
"But how can you manage all by yourself—"
"Execute the order, Imperial Guard." Russell's voice was no longer entirely human. "This is... the last line of defense."
As Russell stepped into the core hall, Angron was raising his massive claws, ready to shatter the Ancient artifacts with a single blow.
“Angron.” Russell’s voice echoed in the hall.
The Primarch slowly turned around, its bloodshot eyes locking onto the figure radiating golden light.
"You little—bug—!" he spewed a ball of black fire, "You—are—looking for—death—!"
Russell didn't waste any words. He gripped "Judgment" with both hands, and all the runes on the sword lit up simultaneously. It wasn't the mark of the Mechanicus, nor the blessing of the Emperor—it was **the writing of the Ancients**, now resonating with the device.
“You could have been a hero,” Russell said with a touch of pity, “but now, all I can do is offer you release.”
Angron responded with a roar that shattered the glass, and he charged like a volcano, black flames engulfing the entire hall.
Russell went to meet him.
The moment the golden light collided with the black fire, the entire Fortress of Light trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse.
After this exchange, Russell was sent flying backward, his golden armor shattered and covered in blood. He knelt there with difficulty and prayed to the "Emperor".
Soon, Russell's pupils transformed completely into a burning golden sun, his skin peeling away inch by inch to reveal the pure flames beneath. His form did not swell, but every inch of his flesh was filled with a power as vast as a galaxy—**the Emperor's will had fully descended.**
“Angron.” The voice was no longer Russell’s, but a thousand overlapping sacred words, causing the entire fortress’s metal structure to hum and resonate. “You were meant to protect humanity.”
The demonic primordial's black flames were suppressed by the golden light, and its ten-meter-tall body began to hunch. It tried to roar, but only a series of hoarse noises escaped its throat, as if some higher being had choked its vocal cords.
With the Emperor's possession, Russell raised his hand, and the "Judgment" greatsword flew into his palm on its own. The ancient holy runes on the blade merged with the Emperor's radiance, transforming into a spear of light that stretched across the heavens and earth.
"It's time to end this."
The light spear thrust out.
Just as the spearhead was about to pierce Angron's heart, the entire universe froze for a moment.
All sounds disappeared.
All colors faded.
Even time seemed to stand still.
Immediately afterwards——
Blood gushed from the void.
It wasn't dripping, nor flowing, but rather surged forth like a tsunami, instantly engulfing half the hall. From within this sea of blood, a massive brass axe pierced the air, striking the spear of light with pinpoint accuracy!
"clang--!!!!"
The deafening collision cracked the very fabric of reality, instantly turning the five closest World Eater followers into a bloody mist, their skulls flying towards some unseen dimension.
A sea of blood surged and rose, coalescing into a figure even taller than Angron—**the true form of Khorne**. His helmet was forged from countless screaming skulls, every inch of his armor dripping with the blood of eternal war, and eight scarlet eyes gleamed in the shadows.
"He—is—mine—" The Blood God's voice was not received through hearing, but was directly imprinted on the cerebral cortex of all living beings.
The emperor's radiance flickered slightly, but did not recede.
"He is still human." The Emperor's response also struck directly at the soul. "But you, you have long forgotten honor."
The brass giant axe clashed with the spear of light for the second time.
No skill, no fancy moves, just the purest clash of power. Each impact sent groans of unbearable strain through the real universe.
- The first hit caused one-third of the armor plates of the Bright Fortress to rust and crumble instantly;
- In the second attack, three hundred soldiers who were retreating suddenly began killing each other;
- The third strike activated the protective shield of the Ancient Device, and a blue and white light curtain enveloped the entire platform.
Angron knelt between the two gods, his body swelling and shrinking as if it might burst at any moment. His Butcher's Nail had melted, turning into molten metal droplets that flowed from his seven orifices.
“Father…” The corrupting influence of chaos prevented him from uttering complete words, but a deep-seated fragment of consciousness still struggled, “Kill…me…”
The emperor's radiance suddenly froze.
In that instant of vulnerability, Khorne's giant axe suddenly changed direction, not slashing at the Emperor, but **slashing at the Ancient Artifact**!
"You—can never—save—everyone—" The Blood God's roar shattered the void.
The spear of light hastily parried, but was still a moment too slow—the axe blade grazed the edge of the device, and a crack appeared on the flawless surface.
The entire Fortress of Light began to collapse.
The Emperor's radiance suddenly contracted, and Russell's body reappeared. He knelt on the ground, the "Judgment" greatsword snapped in two, and the golden light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
The embodiment of Khorne began to dissipate, but the roar of victory echoed through the warp: "Blood Sacrifice—Blood God—Skull Offering—Skull Throne—"
Angron's body was also crumbling, black flames engulfing him from within. Before he was completely annihilated, his gaze briefly met Russell's—for that instant, the noise of the Butcher's Sting vanished.
"roar…"