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Chapter 220: The Defeat of the Primarch, Part 2

Chapter 220: The Defeat of the Primarch, Part 2
Carlos felt the scorching heat from his wings, as if they were burned by flames.

As a demon, he doesn't feel much pain, and the reason for his current pain is simple.

Because pain is a warning to living things of death, but demons cannot die.

Obviously, they don't need to suffer because pain is meaningless, so every time a demon screams and roars, it represents their poor imitation of humans.

Or maybe the attack really nearly killed him.

But to be precise, this feeling is called being expelled. Under normal circumstances, if their bodies are destroyed, they will return to the subspace due to lack of a carrier.

But now, Carlos felt that he would be killed if that metal behemoth killed him.

He will be exiled to the depths of the Warp, where only the Chaos Gods can reach him.

Until his master needs him again, he will never be able to turn over!
Carlos was frightened by this, and when he found that his wings had not grown again due to his command of the power of the warp, he was certain that the metal engine was something that could "kill" the demon.

He raised his huge staff and smashed it at Ferenstein, looking a little embarrassed, but he knew very well that the weakness of human vehicles was their lack of flexibility.

Every turn and every deflection is a test for those metal-cast war engines.

Now, a cunning smile flashed across his face, as if he had already seen the thing that disrupted his perfect plan turned into scrap metal.

But now, the engine quickly moved, and a man, an inconspicuous and timid man, emerged from the observation hole, raised a hot gun, and shot.

When that hot plasma exploded on Carlos' cheek.

The huge demon was caught off guard, and the sharp horn once again tore the muscles of his right bird leg, revealing a wound that was so severe that the bone was visible.

He felt pain, excruciating pain, whether it was the wound on his cheek that wouldn't heal or the chariot that cut through his body.

That's...waaagh stance?

He remembered the feeling of fighting orcs. It was an incredible use of psychic power, but this mortal?
He has an entire tribe of orcs praying for him?!
Carlos's mind gradually became unable to think because of the pain.

Screams echoed throughout the bridge, a feat countless loyalists had failed to achieve, driving a terrifying legendary archdemon into hysterics.

Guilliman, exhausted from the torture of magic, couldn't help but smile. He was not wrong about the person, at least not now.

But Taylor didn't think so. He kept muttering, "Emperor, we're not dead yet..."

He was well aware of Carlos's abilities. Being able to suppress the Primarch's Great Demon was an incredible achievement, even if it was accomplished after careful planning and the use of a large amount of resources.

But he also felt that Carlos seemed unable to use his full strength, which gave him a little courage.

In comparison, Carlos was now almost furious, but almost all of his best magic was used on the Primarch.

He was so afraid of the great power of the Emperor's Sword that he had to face the impact of Franstan with concern.

For a great demon skilled in magic, that feeling was like fighting with his hands and feet tied, but he had to endure being slapped by Franstein again and again.

The situation remained at a stalemate, but the demon's powerful vitality and mobility allowed him to dodge Franstein again and again and recite vicious spells.

Guilliman was in excruciating pain from the magic, but Taylor couldn't take down the damn birdman.

But for Carlos, the current changes are almost the biggest insult to this powerful demon who can know the future and the past.

He was almost angry, with both heads chattering at the same time, but there was nothing he could do.

But he was not in a hurry, because compared to his own physical strength, Guilliman would definitely collapse first, and at the same time, when the Primarch fell.

His demon army will then give up chanting spells with him, and his own magic power will be released.

He carried out his plan in an orderly manner. Guilliman also felt that something was wrong. He raised his head and looked at the battlefield, then threw the Sword of the Emperor out with all his strength.

At this moment, Carlos's mind stopped working.

The greatest threat flew towards him, and he subconsciously reached out to grab it, but was pierced painfully by the scorching power of the Emperor. The blade flew a distance and landed accurately above Frenstein.

The flames of the Emperor's Sword were extinguished at this moment, turning into a silver-white long sword. Although it looked sharp, it did not seem powerful.

Carlos became greedy and couldn't help but want to take it.

Taylor was confused. He didn't understand what Guilliman was doing, so he could only climb out of the car and try to recover the huge weapon.

Two people, or to be more precise, one man and one demon, stretched out their hands at the exact same time, and at the moment when the demon's sharp claws grasped the knife, Taylor also touched its handle.

At this moment, a trace of power spread from Taylor's hand to the Sword of the Emperor. Taylor felt as weak as if he had run 30 kilometers with a weight in a day.

At the same time, the Emperor's Sword began to burn fiercely. The Great Demon screamed in pain and loosened his hand, but the flames burned towards his arm as if it were alive.

Carlos was shaking his head and chanting vicious spells. He wanted to use the power of the warp to extinguish the Emperor's flame, but he didn't expect that this action would completely release his nightmare.

The Primarch's massive form rose to its feet, grasping Carlos by the throat to stop him from chanting the spell.

At this moment, the feeling of death spread from the demon's arm to his whole body. In this crazy moment, Carlos's brain gave the current response.

His huge body charged towards Frenstein at an astonishing speed. In that instant, his head was cut open by the sharp horns and blood splattered all over the ground.

Soon, the demon's body began to dissipate, as it should.

But Guilliman said wearily, "He escaped."

He was too weak. If he were given a little more strength, this damn monster would be killed, completely killed.

Now Carlos has paid the price of being banished to the depths of the Warp in exchange for his fate of being killed by the Emperor.

Such pain was also a great defeat for him.

The Primarch dragged his tired body and picked up the longsword on Frenstein.

He said earnestly, "Thank you, my timid yet brave friend."

"Now, does my miserable appearance reflect on your mind and make you confused about working hard for the empire?"

When he stood up, he was as tall as Ferenstein, which was quite exaggerated, but Taylor said.

"fear?"

"I saw a god-like giant who triumphed in the midst of crisis."

Guilliman smiled, and then Calgar and Sicarius also dealt with the enemy, and finally arrived and knelt before the Primarch, as if admitting their dereliction of duty.

The Primarch demanded that they rise, go to the aid of Cawl and the Living Saint, and continue their mission from here.

This was not a difficult task. Without the help of the Archdemon, those demons and Chaos Space Marines were just beasts and traitors to the Ultramarines Chapter Master and the Second Captain.

They completed the task with ease, and Caul also began to make space jumps.

But the moment they left the core area of the vortex and returned to the real universe.

Guilliman collapsed from exhaustion.

The powerful Primarch fell to the ground, all the pain Carlos had inflicted on him now erupting.

The entire fleet became leaderless, and Calgar tried to remain calm as he arranged a treatment room for his father.

Now, all they could do was to bring this expeditionary fleet, now only half its size, to Terra as intact as possible...

(End of this chapter)

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