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Enraged, Fulgrim exerted force with all four arms simultaneously, the immense power forcing Caesar to kneel on one knee.

Immediately afterwards, his thick snake tail suddenly coiled up and swept across the entire area with a whooshing sound.

"Watch out!" Solomon roared, and [Holy Shield] was instantly activated.

boom!

Solomon, shield in hand, stood firmly planted on the ground like a nail, managing to block the attack.

But others weren't so lucky.

Vlad tried to get close, but was struck by the tip of the tail and sent flying like a spinning top.

Caesar was thrown back by the immense force, taking more than ten steps before he could barely regain his footing.

Osiris was swept off the platform and fell into the pile of rubble.

The battlefield came to a brief standstill.

Rellano was so anxious that his assault gun was humming, but the four-man squad and Forgrim were too entangled, and he dared not fire for fear of accidentally injuring friendly forces.

As for the three Thousand Sons wizards, they were completely dumbfounded. They had never seen anyone fight the Primarch to such an extent in their lives.

Solomon peeked out from behind his shield, looked at his panting brothers, and knew something was wrong.

That snake demon is too powerful. Although we weakened her, our combat experience is still far behind.

If we keep fighting like this, we might not be able to win.

Something has to be done. These guys need a real shot of adrenaline!

Solomon's mind raced, and suddenly, a vulgar rumor he had read before his transmigration surfaced in his head.

He took a deep breath and opened his private channel.

Solomon: Brothers... are they all still alive?

Vlad: Cough cough... I won't die. But this snake spirit is too strong.

[Caesar: My hands are shaking... This guy's fierce.]

[Solomon: Listen, do you remember that rumor about Forgrim?]

[Osiris: What rumor? Why bring this up now?]

Solomon's voice became unusually heavy and serious.

Solomon: Rumor has it that after Forgrim's fall to demonhood, his body underwent a mutation. His current four arms are actually his original limbs...

[Vlad: What's the problem? Aren't all mutations like this?]

Solomon: The point is... the tail.

Solomon: That serpent's tail...it's said to be a mutation of his second brother.

Silence filled the private channel.

A full three seconds passed.

Vlad: ...What did you say?

Solomon: In other words, just now, the three of you... were sent flying by his penis.

boom!!!

It felt as if a nuclear bomb had exploded in the minds of the three of them.

Vlad stiffly got up from the ground, glanced at the breastplate that had just been drawn, and felt ants crawling all over his body.

Caesar's hands, which were gripping the twin swords, no longer trembled, but instead bulged with veins from extreme rage.

The most terrifying one is Osiris.

Upon hearing these words, this person with severe mysophobia lost all composure.

"Ugh!!!"

A dry heave came from Osiris's helmet, followed by a heart-wrenching roar.

"Damn it! You damned snake demon! I'll take your life!!!"

Looking at his brothers, who were full of fighting spirit, Solomon couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, thinking to himself, "I'm a really good priest; I've really done a great job of boosting morale."

Volume 1: Chapter 60 That Cursed Face

Osiris let out a furious roar, switched his plasma rifle to the highest setting, and charged forward like a mad dog.