In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

Over the long years, he participated in countless expeditions against the Imperium, killed Space Marines, slaughtered Inquisitors, and even fought hand-to-hand with Daedric in the Warp.

But the black-armored giant in front of them was simply a piece of rotten, hard refined gold.

Whenever he attempted to use witchcraft, the repulsive golden aura surrounding the target would erupt like the sun, instantly evaporating all curses and shadows.

Each of his physical attacks only managed to strike the opponent's massive storm shield, having no effect other than making his own arm numb.

[Skill Effect: Divine Shield Protection]

[Skill Effect: Divine Aura]

Solomon maintained a steady and methodical approach. He didn't need any fancy moves; he simply raised his shield, parried, and then struck down with his scepter.

This simple and unpretentious fighting style, combined with his unreasonable and monstrous numerical strength, made the Dark Apostle feel like he wanted to vomit during the battle for the first time.

Worse still, with the destruction of the Khorne altar, the warp power that had enveloped Hive City was rapidly dissipating.

The Dark Apostle could feel the power bestowed upon him receding like a tide.

"That's it? It seems your master doesn't want you anymore." Solomon's deep voice came from under his helmet.

Before the enemy could react, Solomon swung his scepter backhand.

The golden flames wrapped around the scepter instantly ignited the opponent's body.

"what!!"

The excruciating pain of his soul being directly burned caused the battle-hardened Chaos Space Marine to scream in agony.

"Damn traitorous lackey of the false emperor! All you can do is hide in your shell?!"

The Dark Apostle lost his composure. He frantically brandished his blasphemous scepter, spewing out chaotic incantations powerful enough to drive mortals mad, attempting to disrupt Solomon's mind.

"Your faith is meaningless! Your persistence is a joke! Your so-called empire will eventually collapse..."

Snapped!

His response was Solomon's storm shield, as solid as a door panel, which slammed into his face.

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Solomon slapped the Dark Apostle with his shield, leaving him disoriented, and then kicked him in the knee.

Having suffered such a humiliating defeat, the Dark Apostle went completely mad. Ignoring all defense, he poured all his power into the tip of his scepter and unleashed a desperate attack.

Although Solomon turned his head in time, he still grazed Solomon's helmet.

With a cracking sound, the tactical display screen on the goggles went black instantly, and shards of glass cut his eye.

"It's in the way."

Without hesitation, Solomon, whose vision was obstructed, ripped off his damaged helmet and slammed it to the ground.

"Come on! Let's continue..."

Solomon roared and turned his head, his thick black hair flying in the wind, revealing a face with strong features and a faint golden glow.

However, before he could finish speaking, he noticed that the Dark Apostle opposite him had suddenly stopped moving.

The Dark Apostle, who was originally prepared to fight to the death, seemed to have had all his soul ripped out the moment he saw Solomon's face.

The scepter in his hand clattered to the ground.

Those eyes, peering through the red goggles, were fixed on Solomon's face, and extreme shock caused his body to tremble violently.

That golden skin...that contour between the eyebrows and eyes...that is the face etched deep within the genes of every Word Bearer, the face of their genetic father.

Except for that thick head of hair, they are exactly the same.

"Father...Father?"

The Dark Apostle's legs buckled, and he knelt down with a thud right in front of Solomon.

This sudden turn of events left Solomon completely bewildered.

He gripped the scepter, watching as the enemy who had just threatened to kill his entire family suddenly knelt before him and called him "father," his mind filled with questions.

"You even called him 'father' to beg for mercy? You bastard, I despise you!"

Why...why are you here?

The voice of the Dark Apostle was choked with sobs, a lament of despair and confusion born from the collapse of faith.

"You were the one who taught us to walk the path of the gods... You were the one who showed us the hypocrisy of that rotting corpse... Why are you fighting for him again now?"

"Have you betrayed us? Are you going back to that tyrant's feet? Father!"

Solomon was confused at first, but soon, as the Cloud Hammer, he understood.