Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 225:32, Mephiston and Horus

Horus looked at the lion lying beside the pedestal and strode forward. He turned his majestic body and swung his hammer with all his might.

This time the blow was fast and fierce. The spike on the top of the hammer tore through the air, making a whistling sound, and a light blue force field glowed - Horus knew that Lion was a terrible opponent, so he had to seize the hard-won opportunity and completely deprive the opponent of his combat capability.

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

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

The enormous energy contained in it almost caused the hammer to slip out of his hand, and Horus's tall body inevitably took several steps back when facing the recoil force.

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

Blood gushed out of his mouth, and the lion's power armor triggered the safety, automatically activating the protective force field. But even so, the lion king was still severely injured.

The lion fell heavily to the ground. Relying on his superb martial arts, he maintained his body's imbalance. After rolling on the ground for dozens of meters, he barely unloaded the power of Horus's hammer and avoided the damage of a second impact.

At this time, Horus had rushed up again, like a galloping bull, unstoppable.

On the way to the charge, he persuaded Leon again,
"Fight for me, brother, or you know the consequences. I will never back down."

"I have already told you the answer, Horus. It is the same no matter how many times you ask." Leon paused and shook his head slowly.

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

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

With the Primarch's extraordinary recovery ability, the Lion climbed out of the ground again, and he and Horus fought again.

The sword and the hammer collided violently in mid-air. The aftermath of the collision between the two divine weapons made the surrounding Space Marines unable to get up due to 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 destiny of the greatest race of mankind! My heart is burning and full of enthusiasm, but you are old, Leon!"

Horus roared, swung the hammer in his hand and continued his attack. His iron 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 Dukel's hands. No matter how difficult it is, I will not waver!"

Horus rushed through the laboratory covered with blood, flesh, mucus, and biological tanks, and rushed towards Leon again like a landslide.

The huge war hammer was swung wildly in his hand. The hammer was extremely flexible in his hand. With his superb martial arts, even Leon's Emperor's Shield could not completely block all the attacks.

Just when Horus decided that Lion was doomed to fail.

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

The shining tip of the sword pointed directly at Horus who was rushing towards him.

At this distance, Horus, who had already swung his sledgehammer, was no longer able to resist his own inertia and change his trajectory.

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

Blood gushed out from Horus' wound like a fountain.

And his heavy hammer, which carried a lot of momentum, also hit the lion's chest hard. The two primarchs collided with each other and both fell to the ground. They rolled for more than ten meters on the unclean ground.

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

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

He stretched out his giant iron hand to his chest with great effort, grabbed the blood-stained hilt, and pulled the sword out of his body.

Lion's appearance was even more miserable. The lion's breastplate was almost completely broken, and the original's blood was flowing out, soaking most of his body in blood.

Horus slowly stood up from his original position. Every slightly large movement caused him unbearable pain.

He keenly realized that this sword had a special function that prevented his wounds from healing.

He looked down at the nearly unconscious Leon, then raised the hammer in his hand again. He didn't want to leave any chance for the Lion King.

After not seeing the Lion King for ten thousand years, his power was now far beyond his expectations.

“Protect the Primarch!” With a loud roar, the Angels of Pardon on the side rushed over regardless of everything.

The roar of explosive shells rang out, and the Angels of Absolution opened fire together. The powerful bombs hit Horus' armor, causing him to stop in his tracks.

The Angels of Absolution forcibly rescued the lion and continued to shoot to stop Horus.

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

Even at the cost of their lives, they vowed to protect the lion king.

The grenade launchers spewed out flames like the roar of a lion, and with their superb shooting skills, each of their bullets hit the target accurately.

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

But this was the limit of what they could do. Beyond that, they were unable to cause any more damage to Horus, and 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 enraged Horus hit the first Dark Angel with his hammer, and the victim's body, wearing power armor, was thrown into the metal wall full of bullet holes.

The entire set of armor was smashed to pieces, and the flesh inside was almost bursting, with scarlet blood flowing out from the broken armor.

In just a moment, the angel of pardon's eyes lost their luster.

Then Horus moved like a rocket into an empty space, and the attacks of the Dark Angels and mortal auxiliary forces 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 for their master. They threw themselves in front of Horus and were smashed into pieces by the swinging hammers.

The rotting flesh and blood splattered everywhere, scattered in this laboratory full of flesh and blood mutations, without the slightest sense of incongruity.

A team of pardon angels lifted the Lion King and evacuated quickly, not daring to stop at all.

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

The rearguard troops used their lives to block Horus's way, while dozens of grenade launchers and countless laser weapons fired fiercely.

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

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

"Cough, cough, cough." Blood flowed from Leon's trachea into his injured lungs, causing him to feel unbearable pain with every breath.

As a Primarch, he wouldn't choke to death on his own blood, but it still made him feel painful.

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

"The captain is ready to meet us, we just need to rush out." A dark angel said. The other party's voice was so close that it seemed to be in Leon's ear. 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 rang out again, it was the strange cry that only Fabius's mutated humans could make.

They appeared on the Dark Angels' escape path and launched an ambush.

Under normal circumstances, these mutants are not worth mentioning and any Dark Angel can easily deal with them.

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

The Dark Angels had to divert some of their firepower to open a path of retreat.

Their speed was inevitably slowed down.

"Leon, stay here. It's good for both of us." Horus' voice was approaching rapidly.

Every step he took forward was over the skeletons of numerous imperial soldiers.

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

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

Just as the Dark Angels were ready to sacrifice themselves, they tried their best to buy time for the Primarch.

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

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

Densely packed dark red warships suddenly jumped to this dark planet.

The shrill buzzing sound continued to ring, and the destroyed city of flesh and blood made a piercing hissing sound.

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

"Horus? Horusa ...

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

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

The Blood Angels' chief think tank roared with red eyes.

The First Army was divided into too many circles, so the Lion only brought three cruisers when it operated in secret.

But Sanguinius is different. Due to his special nature, he is always surrounded by more than 5,000 Blood Angels to ensure his safety.

Five thousand Blood Angels, as well as their fleets and mortal legions, this size of army is more than enough to support an apocalyptic-level war.

Therefore, they did not care at all whose city-state this was. They overturned the walls of the City of Flesh and Blood and rushed in with fury.

Mephiston's figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, with a mutant's head under his feet. As the mutant howled wildly, he cut off the mutant's head with a chainsaw sword.

Even though all the Blood Angels had not yet arrived at the battlefield, only a few minutes later, thousands of grenade launchers opened fire on Horus.

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

There were densely packed Primaris Blood Angels, each of whom was nearly three meters tall. Even if Horus was very brave, he had no confidence that he could kill them all.

And the subsequent troops are still arriving in an endless stream.

But the Blood Angels had no intention of letting him go.

To this day, most Space Marines have long forgotten what Horus looked like.

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

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

Facing the Blood Angels who are chasing after them.

Unable to escape, Horus's face was gloomy. 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 across the world like thunder.

Horus swung his hammer, and the demigod's body was like an unshakable mountain.

Every step he took caused the laboratory to tremble violently.

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

The Chief Librarian calmed down when he saw him. He silently observed every weakness of Horus with his scarlet eyes.

"Kill on the spot."

After observing, Mephiston gave orders to the Blood Angels.

"That's it, brother!"

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

The Blood Angels bared their sharp fangs and quickly turned their guns to aim at the vital points on Horus' body.

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

The demigod's roar shook the entire laboratory.

A trace of disdain welled up in Horus' eyes. In his opinion, these Blood Angels were so ignorant of their own danger.

The Blood Angels team that first rushed into the laboratory had been completely disconnected from the main battlefield, and their numbers were even smaller than those of the Lion's Dark Angels.

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

This number of Space Marines alone is 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 realized something was wrong.

This Blood Angel think tank leader seems a little too powerful.
After only a few rounds of fighting, Horus, who underestimated his enemy, paid the price for his arrogance.

(End of this chapter)