Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Horus looked at the lion lying beside the pedestal, strode forward, spun his majestic body, and swung his war hammer with all his strength.

This time the blow was fast and hard, the spikes on the top of the war hammer tore through the air, making a whining sound, and the light blue force field lit up - Horus knew that Leon was a formidable opponent. Therefore, he must seize the hard-won opportunity to completely disable the opponent's fighting ability.

At this critical moment, the lion used his newly recovered strength to reluctantly hold the Emperor's Shield on his chest.

With a roar that shook the entire experiment, golden light flashed on the surface of the Emperor's Shield, and the warhammer was knocked back.

The huge energy contained in it almost made the war hammer fall out of hand. Horus's majestic body inevitably took a few steps back when faced with this counter-shock force.

The lion was even more miserable. Although the shield blocked Horus' attack, he was still inevitably knocked away.

Blood spurted out from his mouth. The lion's power armor triggered the insurance and automatically opened the protective force field. But even so, the lion king still suffered heavy injuries.

The lion fell heavily to the ground. He relied on his superb martial arts to maintain his body's imbalance. After rolling dozens of meters on the ground, he reluctantly removed the power of Horus's hammer and avoided a second impact. harm.

At this time, Horus had charged forward again, unstoppable like a wild bull.

On the way to charge, he persuaded Leon again,

"Fight for me, brother, or you know the consequences, and my will will never flinch."

"I have already told you the answer, Horus, no matter how many times you ask it, it will be the same." When Leon said this, he suddenly stopped and shook his head slowly.

"No, maybe you are not the real Horus. My brother has been buried in history thousands of years ago, and you are just a plaything of those dark existences, a weapon and a tool used to destroy the empire!"

"You just happen to be somewhat similar to the brother I once was, but completely different on the inside."

Thanks to the primarch's extraordinary powers of recovery, the Lion rose from the ground again, and he and Horus fought together again.

The sword and the warhammer collided violently in mid-air, and the aftermath of the collision between the two divine weapons made the surrounding space warriors unable to stand up in the violent shock.

"I am not a tool of the so-called "god". To this day, I still love the empire and our father. I am loyal to the great ideals of the past and eager to take over the manifest destiny of the greatest race of mankind! My heart is burning, Full of passion and you are old, Leon!”

Horus roared, waving the war hammer in his hand and continuing to attack. His steel boots trampled on the ground, leaving solid footprints with every step.

"I will save this universe, save the Empire, save our father, and you brothers - from the hands of Dukel, no matter how difficult it is, I will not waver!"

Horus rushed up in the laboratory covered with flesh, mucus, and biological storage tanks, and rushed towards Leon again like a landslide.

The huge war hammer was swinging widely in his hand. This huge hammer was extremely flexible in his hands. With his superb martial arts, Leon's Emperor's Shield could not completely block all attacks.

Just when Horus concluded that Leon's defeat was certain.

However, the proud lion was no longer blindly defensive at this moment. He bent one knee at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, and at the same time used his entire body to resist the blade of the Yajin sword.

The shining sword tip was pointed directly at Horus, who was charging forward.

At such a distance, Horus, who had already swung his heavy hammer, could no longer resist his own inertia to change his trajectory.

His own inertia caused the tip of the sword to pierce his body. The sharp arim sword cut through Horus' heavy armor like cheese, and then penetrated his entire body.

Along with a fountain-like blood, it spilled from Horus's wound.

And the heavy hammer he carried with momentum also hit the lion's chest hard. The two original bodies collided with each other and both fell to the ground. They rolled a distance of more than ten meters on the unclean ground. .

Horus lay on his back, his black cloak pressed beneath him.

Even with the original body's powerful physique, the injury caused him to lie down for dozens of seconds before he recovered.

He stretched the giant steel hand to his chest with great effort, grabbed the bloody hilt, and pulled the sword out of his body.

Leon's appearance was even more miserable. The lion's breastplate was almost completely broken, and the blood of the original body flowed out, leaving most of his body soaked in blood.

Horus slowly stood up from where he was. Every slightly larger movement caused him unbearable pain.

He was keenly aware that this sword had a special effect that prevented his wounds from healing.

He looked down at Leon, who was almost unconscious, and then raised the warhammer in his hand again. He didn't want to leave any chance to the Lion King.

Not seen for thousands of years, the Lion King was now even more powerful than he had expected.

"Protect the original body!" With loud roars, the Angels of Absolution on the side rushed over desperately.

The roaring sound of explosive bombs sounded, and the Angels of Absolution opened fire together. The powerful explosive bombs hit Horus' armor, causing him to stop in his tracks.

The Angels of Absolution forcibly rescued the lion and continued to fire, blocking Horus's progress.

Leon had just returned to the Dark Angels, and they would never allow anyone to take him away again in any way.

Even if they sacrificed their lives, they vowed to protect the Lion King.

The bolt guns spewed flames like the roar of a lion. With their superb shooting skills, each of their bullets hit the target accurately.

The bolt bullets dented Horus's armor, and some even exploded on his face, leaving bruises on the Primarch's face.

But this was the limit of what they could do. Apart from this, they could not cause more damage to Horus, but instead completely angered him.

If Horus had not been pierced by the Lion before, mortal weapons alone might not have been able to stop him.

During the raid, the angry Horus hit the first Dark Angel with a war hammer. The body of the person who was hit was wearing power armor and was thrown onto the metal wall full of bullet holes.

The entire set of armor was smashed, and the flesh inside almost exploded, and scarlet blood flowed out of the broken armor.

In just a moment, the eyes of the Angel of Absolution lost their spirit.

Then Horus was like a man in a deserted place. The attacks of the Dark Angels and the mortal auxiliary army could not stop him at all.

The slaves and servitors of the First Legion rushed forward, using their flesh and blood to build a defense line for their master. They threw themselves in front of Horus and were then smashed into pieces of flesh by the swinging war hammer.

The rotten flesh and blood splashed everywhere, scattered in this laboratory full of flesh and blood mutations, without any sense of disobedience.

A team of pardon angels lifted the lion king and evacuated quickly, not daring to stay.

A corpse flew over their heads, and the broken flesh and blood of the servitors mixed with scrapped metal fell heavily to the ground like a discarded ugly doll.

The troops responsible for the rear guard used their lives to block Horus, and dozens of grenade guns and countless laser weapons fired fiercely.

The squeaking sound of the laser cutting through the air echoed in the channel made of flesh and metal.

When the lion woke up, he felt several strong hands lifting his heavy body together.

"Cough cough cough" blood flowed from Leon's trachea into his injured lungs, making him feel unbearable pain every time he breathed.

As a Primarch, he would not be choked to death by his own blood, but it still made him feel pain.

"Prepare to teleport and evacuate, hurry up, upload our coordinates." The Angel of Pardon shouted on the voice channel.

"The captain is ready to welcome us, just rush out." A dark angel said.

The other party's voice was so close that it seemed to be in Leon's ears. The lion could even smell the blood emanating from the other party.

"You will be safe soon, my lord." He assured the Primarch.

The shrill cry sounded again, which was the strange cry that only Fabius's mutant humans would make.

They appeared on the path of the dark angels' evacuation and launched an ambush.

If it were normal times, these mutants would not be worth mentioning, and any dark angel could easily deal with them.

But now, the appearance of these ugly monsters is like a death warrant.

The Dark Angels had to allocate part of their firepower to open a retreat route.

Their speed was inevitably slowed down.

"Leon, stay here, it's good for us all." Horus' voice was approaching rapidly.

Every step he took forward, he had to step on the bones of a large number of imperial soldiers.

The Angels of Absolution desperately took Leon and fled around in the maze-like Flesh and Blood City, but this was the city-state belonging to Fabius. No matter where they fled, they could not escape the pursuit of mutants.

With mutants in front and Horus behind, they were almost in despair.

Just as the Dark Angels were ready to sacrifice, they did their best to delay time for the Primarch.

"Boom!" The dazzling light fell from the sky like thunder.

The intensive orbital bombardment cleared tens of thousands of mutants in the Flesh and Blood City in almost an instant, and blasted a huge gap in this huge blasphemous city-state.

Densely packed dark red giant ships suddenly jumped to this dark star.

Sharp buzzing sounds continued to sound, and the destroyed flesh and blood city made a piercing hiss.

"Look, it's Horus, it's really him!"

"Horus? Horus ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"In the name of Sanguinius, I swear to make you pay the price!!!"

Drop pods and transport planes descended like a meteor shower, and Mephiston, holding a chainsaw sword, teleported to the battlefield and stood between the Dark Angel and Horus.

The chief think tank of the Blood Angel roared with red eyes.

The First Legion was divided into too many circles, so the Lion only brought three cruisers when it was secretly operating.

But Sanguinius was different. Due to his special nature, he almost always had more than 5,000 Blood Angels around him to ensure his safety.

Five thousand Blood Angels, as well as the fleet and mortal legions they carried, such an army size was more than enough to support an Apocalypse-level war.

Therefore, they didn't care whose city-state this was. They overturned the walls of the Flesh City and rushed in with rage.

Mephiston's figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost. He stepped on a mutant's head. With the opponent's crazy howling, he cut off the mutant's head with a chainsaw sword.

Even at this moment, the Blood Angels had not all arrived at the battlefield, but after only a few minutes, thousands of grenade launchers opened fire on Horus.

Faced with such firepower, Horus, who was already seriously injured, retreated.

Those were nearly three meters tall, densely packed Primaris Blood Angels. Even if Horus was brave, he had no confidence in killing them all.

And the follow-up troops were still coming in an endless stream.

But the Blood Angels did not intend to let him go.

To this day, most Space Marines have long forgotten Horus's appearance.

But the Blood Angels were not among them. Whenever they were tortured by the Black Rage, they would see the other's ugly bald head and hideous face.

Mephiston rushed towards the direction of Horus in the laboratory. He violently opened the way. No mutant could last a round in front of him.

Facing the Blood Angels who were chasing him.

Horus, who had no choice but to avoid it, had a gloomy face. His expression was like a howling storm in the sea of ​​souls, with uncontrollable anger, "I will make you pay the price."

His roar swept the whole world like thunder.

Horus swung his warhammer, and the body of the demigod was like an unshakable mountain.

Every step he took caused the laboratory to tremble violently.

But Mephiston did not stand in fear and at a loss in the face of Horus's angry roar, as the enemies he had encountered before did.

When the chief think tank saw him, he calmed down instead. He silently observed every weakness of Horus with his scarlet eyes.

"Kill him on the spot."

After observation, Mephiston gave the order to the Blood Angels.

"That's it, brother!"

"I will bite open the sinner's artery and drink his sinful blood. I will suck his bone marrow, dig out his heart and offer it to the Holy Father, and finally peel off his skin for sleeping."

The Blood Angels showed their sharp fangs and quickly turned their guns to aim at the vital parts of Horus' body.

Their anger turned into violent firepower, and even the machine soul of the grenade launcher was roaring at this moment.

The roar of the demigod shook the entire laboratory.

A trace of disdain surged in Horus' eyes. In his eyes, these Blood Angels were so ignorant of life and death.

The first Blood Angel team that rushed into the laboratory was completely disconnected from the main battlefield. Their number was even less than that of the Dark Angels of the Lion.

And among them, there was no Primarch who could fight against him.

With only this number of Space Marines, it was not worth mentioning in Horus' eyes.

A fierce conflict broke out between the two sides in an instant.

But as soon as the battle began, Horus noticed something was wrong.

This leading Blood Angel think tank seemed a little too powerful.

After only a few rounds of fighting, Horus, who underestimated the enemy, paid the price for his arrogance.