In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

Volume 1: Chapter 59 What did you say made us get hit?

Caesar exerted a sudden burst of strength and actually managed to push away Forgrim's sword.

"Brothers! Work!"

As Caesar roared, the other three figures also moved at the same time.

With a wave of his scepter, Solomon unleashed a divine halo, instantly enveloping everyone in a golden barrier that resisted the Slaanesh corruption emanating from Forgrim.

Vlad appeared like a black lightning bolt on Fugrim's flank in an instant, his claws aimed straight for the giant snake's tail.

Osiris's plasma rifle began to charge, its muzzle aimed at the four arms of the Primarch.

"interesting."

A cruel thrill flashed in Forgrim's eyes as he looked at the four "ants" who dared to draw their swords at him.

"Since you're so eager to challenge me, then I'll grant your wish!"

Battle is imminent.

Amidst the ruins, a battle worthy of being recorded in history is underway.

Caesar's twin swords moved with lightning speed, weaving an impenetrable net of blades through the air.

Each clash between the blades and Fugrim's produced a piercing sound.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Sparks flew, and Caesar's power armor servo system emitted a strained scream, but he did not retreat an inch.

"Hey! Snake demon!"

Solomon roared and charged forward, his body propelled by the storm shield that was half his height.

The Divine Aura was operating at full power, and golden psionic flames scorched Forgrim's serpentine body like maggots, causing the corrupted Primarch to hiss in disgust.

"Get out of here! You charlatan!"

Fugrim swung his longsword with one arm and slammed it hard against Solomon's shield.

The immense impact caused the ground beneath Solomon's feet to crack instantly, but he remained as steady as a rock, slamming his scepter down with his right hand, striking Forgrim heavily in the side.

"Roar!"

Fugrim winced in pain and lashed out with his snake tail.

In the blink of an eye, a dark figure descended from the sky.

Vlad, like a falcon, aimed his sharp talons at Forgrim's stunning face.

"too slow!"

Forgrim didn't even look at him directly, casually waving his other arm as if swatting away a fly.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous stream of plasma swarms grazed Vlad's scalp and struck Vograim's raised arm with pinpoint accuracy.

Osiris knelt on the high ground of the ruins, his plasma rifle firing without stopping for a moment, showing no sign of ceasing fire.

However, the purple psionic shield on the Primarch's body was indestructible, and even with the weakening effect of Solomon's aura, it was still difficult to cause any substantial damage.

"Long live the Lord of the Night!"

Edward suddenly appeared from some corner, brandishing his power claws, attempting a sneak attack.

"Get out of here, little bat."

Fugrim didn't even turn his head, casually flicking the end of his snake tail.

boom!

Edward was hit like a baseball and crashed into an abandoned building hundreds of meters away, his fate unknown.

"Edward!" Vlad adjusted his posture in mid-air and landed, glancing in the direction where Edward was, his red light intensifying.

But this did not dampen Forgrim's spirits. He parried Caesar's attacks while displaying an expression of utter delight.

"This swordsmanship...this style..."

Fugrim's eyes were fixed on Caesar. "The Chanabal Saber... the perfect twin swords... is that you, Akulduna? My proudest child! Have you risen from the dead?"

"Shut up! You pervert!"

Caesar crossed his twin swords, parrying the sword aimed at his head. Sparks illuminated his eyes beneath his helmet. "What right do you have to call him by his name? You shameful traitor! You bastard who betrayed the Legion!"

These words seemed to have really stung Fogrem.

"Betrayal? I'm pursuing perfection!"