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Chapter 327 Magnus Sauce

Horus swung his heavy hammer and smashed it down on Saint Gilles.

The archangel spread his wings in the air, dodging the terrifying attack unleashed by his enraged elder brother.

Immediately afterwards, he charged towards Horus with a terrifying energy.
Zheng! !

The spear came crashing down with tremendous force, and Horus raised his warhammer to block it.

The collision between the two sides unleashed a terrifying shockwave.

The earth trembled violently as a powerful energy swept across, briefly dispelling the shadows of the battlefield and sending demons and imperial warriors flying.

This attack caught Horus off guard, and he staggered back a few steps.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of pure energy erupted from Sanguiles' hand, sending Horus flying.

With a loud thud, Horus landed some distance away, making a dull impact sound.

"Surrender," Saint Gilles said calmly, looking at Horus lying on the ground.

“You said that before.” Horus stood up, stretched out his hand, and the Worldbreaker flew back into his hand.

“Things are different now,” Saint Gilles said. “Humans have gained the upper hand, and the balance of power has been reversed.”

"Really? I don't think so."

The words fell,

Horus charged toward Sanguiles with sudden and ferocious speed, leaving him almost no time to react.

The Hammer of the Worldbreaker contains the power of chaos.
The heavy hammerhead was shrouded in an unnatural, magical light, utterly malevolent.

As the hammer moved, the space showed signs of breaking apart.

His attacks rained down on Saint Gilles like a storm.
Each strike was powerful and heavy, full of strength.

Saint Gilles could only defend passively.

“You cannot defeat me,” Horus roared. “Even without the blessing of the Chaos Gods, you cannot defeat me.”

"I am destined to win, both in the past and now."

“You still have a choice, Saint Gilles. If you don’t want to repeat the same mistakes, then kneel down and submit to me.”

“You still haven’t grasped the reality of the situation.” Saint Gilles’ lips curled into a smile. “You are indeed very strong, and I may not be able to defeat you, but do you really think I would fight you one-on-one?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the wolf king, wielding the Spear of Dionysus, suddenly appeared behind Horus.
The sharp spear pierced his body instantly, causing him to cry out in pain.

Have you become so despicable that you actually want to gang up on me?

Horus was both shocked and furious. Black blood gushed from his wounds and splattered on the ground, a truly gruesome sight.

"Back on the Soul of Vengeance, you didn't give me a fair duel either."

"You used the home-field advantage that the Chaos Gods gave you to give me a good beating."

Saint Gilles looked at Horus with a cold gaze.

"See, I told you Saint Gilles is very cunning."

Hearing the Primarchs' conversation while slaying demons nearby, he spoke to his companion beside him.

"I agree with you."

"Isn't Saint Gilles always a scheming and ruthless character?! During the Great Expedition, he was always stirring up trouble and watching the show."

"........."

Saint Gilles: "…………"

His lifelong reputation is ruined. It's all the fault of those chroniclers who wanted to record everything.

This made these chosen ones know everything about him.

Horus, who was standing to the side, had no interest in listening to any of this. After swinging his warhammer to force the wolf king back, he adopted a defensive stance.

Facing two Primarchs with unparalleled combat power at the same time made him feel extremely troubled.

He was not afraid to fight any Primarch.
But if the other side joins forces, it will be very troublesome.

“Fenris’s bastard, your opponent is me.”

High in the sky, Magnus let out a deafening roar.

When its wings spread out, they stirred up a terrifying giant wave.

He swooped down toward the direction of the wolf king, attempting to deal with Leman Russ for Horus.

The next second, Vulcan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, wielding a warhammer, leaped up and swung his heavy hammer, slamming Magnus, who was charging towards the ground, into the earth with a loud thud.

"You didn't beat me hard enough in the online world before, did you? You still dare to show up in the real universe."

boom! !

The crater where Magnus was located transformed into a pillar of light that shot into the sky, bright and dazzling, stirring up the dark clouds in the sky.

The Primarch flew out from inside and floated in the air.

He stared at Vulcan on the ground, his eyes burning with the fire of witchcraft, revealing a terrible hatred.

"Vulcan, how dare you lay a hand on me?!"

“Magnus,” Vulcan said calmly, looking at Magnus, “you are still as arrogant and foolish as ever.”

“You’re the fool. This time, I’m going to kill you completely.”

Magnus stared at Vulcan, wanting to use witchcraft to crush his heart and then use his inner fire to burn him to ashes.

However, a green energy surged from Vulcan's body.

No matter what Magnus did, his magic had no effect on Vulcan.

"Your tricks are useless now." Vulcan stomped his foot, and the ground instantly cracked open.
He used the momentum to leap up and swung his warhammer down at Magnus.

Magnus erected a magical shield, intending to block Vulcan's hammer.

boom!
The hammer and shield collided, creating an extremely terrifying shockwave that quickly spread outwards, unleashing a horrific storm.

Next second,
The shield shattered, and Magnus was sent flying like a cannonball.
With a loud bang, it crashed into the ground again, creating a terrifying deep crater.

Vulcan was so fast that he left afterimages, stirring up a terrifying shockwave, and instantly appeared in front of Magnus.

Magnus had just gotten up when Vulcan, with all his might, swung the hammer upwards and smashed it into his chin.

The demonic entity's body flew up and then crashed heavily to the ground.

When Vulcan charged again, Magnus roared.

"enough."

He shouted as he unleashed his psionic hand, seizing Vulcan's heavy hammer.

"You cannot defeat me. My power is comparable to that of a god. I have embarked on the path to godhood."

Green flames surged from Vulcan's body, and the heavy hammer in his hand, as heavy as a star, crushed the psionic hand and smashed it down on Magnus's head again.

The heavy hammer head shattered half of his face, revealing his stark white bones.

"No!" Magnus cried out in anguish.

Vulcan did not stop; his eyes burned with rage.

During the online battle, Magnus used every means to torment him.

Magnus made him experience every possible way to die in this universe: crushed heart, burned, suffocated, and reduced to dust.

Vulcan had no intention of persuading the other party to change his mind.

Now, all he wants is to beat this former brother to death.

Magnus swung his scepter in a desperate strike, only to have it knocked away by Vulcan.

Then he swung the heavy hammer and struck him on the head again, making him cry out in pain.

Magnus knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his wounds, shattered bone protruding from his flesh.

He tried to rise, trembling and weak. Magnus used his severed hand to try and prop himself up.

But Vulcan's hammer fell again, this blunt blow shattering his shoulder.

He collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

“In the past, I always fantasized about bringing you back and getting you back on our side.”

"But after ten thousand years of reflection, I realized that some things, once lost, are lost forever. Even if you try your best to restore them to their original state, they will never be the same again."

Vulcan swung his heavy hammer, striking Magnus again and again.

It's like beating a dog, repeatedly swinging a hammer and smashing it down.

There was no skill, no patience, only anger—anger accumulated over millennia.

Magnus's armor was shattered, his ribs were smashed to powder, and his face was mangled beyond recognition, revealing stark white bones—a horrifying sight.

Tzeentch's power blessed Magnus, granting him unimaginable resilience, which also became the source of his suffering.

Vulcan did not stop. No matter how many times Magnus tried to revive, he would kill him again and again, turning him into a pile of mud.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Guilliman and Angron were also fighting.

Having awakened his true nature as a vengeful son, Guilliman has become incredibly powerful.

Fearless against any Primarch, and any demon except the four Warp Gods.

And Angron, blessed by Khorne, is equally formidable in combat.

A massive and powerful body, wielding a battle axe and a longsword.

Upon first meeting, they unleashed a barrage of attacks on Guilliman.

The fight between the two sides was truly earth-shattering.

Each collision unleashed a shockwave like a storm, sweeping in all directions and stirring up countless clouds of dust.

The battle ended in a victory for Guilliman.
It really can't be called a victory.

Because when he invaded Khorne's territory, Sirloko stole the humanity that Angron had stripped away.

In the heat of battle, Guilliman seized an opportunity and forcibly forced Angron's humanity back into his body.

When his humanity returned, Angron, unusually, broke free from his eternal rage.

In a daze, his consciousness fell into a blank world.

The souls of those gladiators who fought alongside him are all here.
They smiled at Anglong and told him.

During the final battle with those slave owners, they witnessed Angron being taken away, and they were happy and did not blame him.

“Death is not the end, Angron. Death is the end of the will. You are the embodiment of the gladiators’ free will. Wherever we are, we are with you.”

"Rise up, Angron! As always, neither gladiators, emperors, nor so-called gods should yield. The gladiators of Nukelia shall forever fight for freedom."

"........."

The gladiators embraced Angron one by one, hoping he would rebel against the powerful slave owners like Nukelia had.

The adoptive father reached out and placed his hand on Anglon's head, just like when they first met.

At that time, Angron had just been captured and was given to the gladiator Oino to raise.

"Never give up your desire for freedom, my child, no matter what torment fate may inflict upon you, never yield."

"........."

When consciousness returned, the Butcher's Nails continued to tear at Angron's brain, relentlessly inflicting pain and attempting to drive him to kill.

The intense pain caused Angron's mouth and eyes to twitch uncontrollably, but he did not, as usual, go on a killing spree without restraint.

"Why?" Angron looked at Guilliman.

"This is the only thing I can do, to give you one more choice before everything comes to an end: to become a slave to the gods, or to fight for freedom."

Guilliman spoke calmly.

After the Horus Rebellion broke out, he had a quarrel with Angron in Nukelia.
He once angrily denounced Anglon as a coward, believing that he lacked the courage to face difficulties and blamed everything on others.

But when he truly understood Angron's growth, he comprehended the despair of his Primarch brother.

Fate has been too cruel to Angron.

Therefore, giving Angron back his humanity and letting him make one last choice is the only thing Guilliman can do.

“I should have died in Nukelia.” Angron raised his head, his eyes filled with struggle.

Khorne's blessing amplified Butcher's Sting, and Angron's humanity was shattered once more, becoming fuel for his rage.

"If only I had been braver back then and had stood up to my father, how wonderful that would have been."

Angron looked up at the sky and saw the Emperor, Sirega, Void Dragon, Advocate, Elsa, and other god-like beings besieging the Warp Gods, led by the Chaos Four.

The two sides fought fiercely, revealing all sorts of bizarre shapes.
Spacetime was shattered, then reshaped, then shattered again.

In the end, the spacetime structure ceases to exist, leaving only eternal nothingness.

Khorne truly lived up to his title as the god of war and blood. He single-handedly fought against multiple Star Gods without being at a disadvantage, and even destroyed several of them.

"Unfortunately, nothing can be undone. Let's end it all today."

"I will never again be a slave to anyone, whether it be God or my father."

Angron spread its wings, creating a giant wave, and then soared into the sky.

In the name of the gladiators of Nukelia, he charged toward Khorne, toward the shackles that bound him.

The Butcher's Nail screamed and began to gnaw at his brain with even more frenzied force, trying to force him to change direction.

Angron roared incessantly, his cries of agony echoing across the battlefield, yet he did not change direction.

For the freedom he once sought.

boom! !

Angron rammed into the massive Khorne, his battle axe slamming deep into the body of the god of war.

The Crimson Lord's rebellion is just like the uprising in Nukelia back then.

It was destined to lose from the very beginning.

Angron's rebellion ignited an unprecedented fury in Khorne.

The mere sight of him consumed Angron's soul and flesh, making it impossible for him to be resurrected.

But Angron's impact bought the Emperor and his men an opportunity.

The emperor plunged his longsword into Khorne's body.

Annihilation flames roared within his blood-red body.

Khorne let out a scream of extreme pain.

But the next second, the Emperor was knocked away by Khorne.

Khorne then forcibly pulled out his sword, but his aura had visibly weakened considerably.

Their original advantages have vanished, and they are now besieged.

Meanwhile, Slaanesh is being hunted down by Eldar Death.

The five old women's swords were resurrected, and Death was fully born.

Because the Slaanesh were born from the destruction of the Eldar Empire and the Pantheon.

The birth of the Eldar Death God signifies the end of everything for the Eldar, thus enabling him to subdue Slaanesh.

With the help of other star gods, Slaanesh was beaten into a sorry state.

P.S.: The ending will be released in the next couple of days.

(End of this chapter)