Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 544 Life and Death Fight

An invisible, overwhelming pressure suddenly spread out from Hathor's center.

This was not an attack, but a pure and powerful suppression that instantly bound Felus's will, actions, and even soul.

The air suddenly froze, gravity doubled, and the ground groaned under the strain.

Felus's massive body suddenly stopped, and the servo mechanism on his shoulder armor emitted a shrill, forcibly suppressed cry, like the wail of a wild beast.

The raging fury surging in her eyes was forcibly suppressed by this powerful spiritual force, transforming into a distorted expression mixed with astonishment and resentment.

Her silver-gray metallic face was taut, every atom resisting the powerful constraints acting on the core of her being.

This power far exceeded Feralas's expectations! It was something no ordinary governor's secretary could possess! This instantly alerted her; the terrifying strength of this "brother" cloaked in administrative garb might be even more unfathomable than Horus in her memory!
"Look at the situation, Felus!" Hathor's voice was like a glacier breaking, carrying a soul-piercing majesty amplified by psionic energy, piercing through the frozen air. "I am Hathor, the Governor's Administrative Secretary, one of the Guardians of the Rostov Subsector!"

Horus Lupecal has long been buried beneath the dust of history, decaying along with his ambition and betrayal!

Her gaze, like a tangible lightning bolt, pierced Feralus: "Your hatred, your deep-seated loathing for the past that this body of mine carries—I understand, and I accept it! This is the judgment you deserve! But—"

Hathor's voice suddenly rose: "—This is not an excuse for you to act recklessly in matters of vital importance to the Governor, to prioritize personal gain over public duty, or even to attempt to damage the assets of the Inquisition! Your anger should not be paid for by the future of the Empire!"

"An excuse?! The future of the Empire?!" Felus roared like a beast under the suppression of psionic energy. His silver-gray iron fist clenched tightly, and his knuckles made a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound from the excessive force. A deep and dangerous roar came from inside his power backpack.

"Horus! Traitor! You have defiled the 'Empire'! You have torn it apart! Your very existence is the greatest threat to the future of the Empire! How dare you use it to question me?!" She tried to break free of her restraints, and with each effort, the adamantite floor beneath her feet cracked into a spiderweb of fissures.

Hathor stared at Feralus, who was struggling like a trapped beast, knowing full well that his former brother would never easily let go of his hatred.

The problem had to be solved; she couldn't let Ferrus continue with this hatred that could explode at any moment.

This would ruin Chen Xi's career and also extinguish that slim chance...

She gritted her teeth, as if making a final decision, and said to Olegana beside her, "Sage Olegana, I trouble you to contact the Governor. Tell him that I and Ferus Manus will have a life-or-death duel. This will settle the grudge of ten thousand years and prevent any future troubles!"

"A life-or-death duel?!" Aurejana's mechanical eye instantly contracted, and the data stream flickered wildly, but she immediately understood the key point and nodded quickly: "Understood, I will contact Governor Chen Xi immediately."

At the same time, Hathor's gaze locked onto Feralus again, his voice cold and resolute: "Feralus Manus! I know you wish you could grind me to dust! I'll give you that chance! Just you and me! One-on-one!"
No restrictions on means, no restrictions on weapons, until one side is completely defeated! Let this life-or-death struggle settle everything between us!

"Fine! As you wish, traitor! A duel to the death!" A terrifying glint flashed in Felus's eyes, and without any hesitation, he immediately responded to the blood-red invitation! The volcano, suppressed for millennia, had finally found its outlet!

Instantly, the atmosphere in the entire core design room became extremely tense, and the invisible killing intent almost solidified into a tangible form.

Just then, Chen Xi's voice came through the communicator in Olegana's hand, carrying a deep weariness and an undeniable determination: "Forced relationships are never sweet, and forcibly suppressing your conflicts is not a long-term solution."

Since you've decided to resolve this in the most primitive and direct way... then it's settled, this is a one-time exception!
After this battle, regardless of the outcome, neither side shall use today's events or old grudges from ten thousand years ago to provoke the other again! You agree on a time and place, and then... fight to the death! Clearly, Chen Xi also believed that letting these two destructive forces completely unleash their power and collide once more might be the only way to break the vicious cycle.
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Rostov III, the core test area of ​​the silent furnace in the world of casting.

The air was heavy and suffocating, a mixture of intense ozone, burning promethium fuel, and terrifying pressure originating from the Genetic Prototype.

Towering, cold light sources cast pale beams of light from the dome, illuminating the vast, empty steel field.

In the center of the arena, two figures, as large as moving mountains, faced each other from afar, their mere existence distorting the surrounding space.

Hathor Lupeka shed all pretense of being an administrative secretary.

Flawless ivory-white Terminator power armor covered her towering five-meter-tall body, every inch of the armor reflecting a cold luster, while a silver-gray wolfskin cloak hung down.

The "Worldbreaker" warhammer, tightly gripped in his left hand, had a dark blue disintegration field enveloping its heavy head, emitting a deep and dangerous energy hum; the "Claw of Horus" in his right hand gleamed coldly, its five adamantite claws opening and closing slightly, tearing through the air with a subtle shriek.

Her molten gold eyes calmly gazed at Felus opposite her, her invisible aura as a War Commander now unleashed, pressing down on the entire space.

Ferrus Manus stood like an iron tower of adamantite, his ring-plate power armor heavy and precise, the servo humming deep at the joints, and the living metal of his arms gleaming with a cold, flowing silver light under the lamps.

The massive power backpack on its back resembled a mobile miniature armory, emitting a low, preheating roar.

Her enormous metal hand gripped the battle-worn giant power hammer—the "Forge Hammer"—its head enveloped in a pale, high-frequency vibrating energy field that emitted a chilling buzzing sound.

His silver-gray eyes were devoid of any emotion, only filled with a chilling rage that had been brewing for millennia and a pure will to destroy.

A thick defensive force field barrier kept spectators at a safe distance.

Chen Xi's gaze was deep and focused, while Aurejana's mechanical prosthetic eye flashed rapidly; countless highly sensitive sensors silently protruded from the massive mechanical body of the Great Sage Kaul; Ash Knights Chapter Commander Shi Dong and a host of the chapter's high-ranking commanders were all present, their eyes fixed on the scene.

The air froze, leaving only the low hum of the energy circuits and the heavy, drum-like thumping of the two Primarch hearts.

They've made their move! Feralas struck first!

That enormous, mountain-like body unleashed terrifying speed!

She slammed her legs into the ground, and the special adamantium floor instantly shattered and caved in! The heavy "Forge Hammer" tore through the air, emitting a deafening shriek!

The hammerhead, wreathed in a pale field of destruction, transformed into a blur, carrying the immense power to shatter stars, and hurtled straight toward Hathor's head!

(End of this chapter)