The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Fulgrim!"

Appearing before Solzhenitsyn was none other than the Primarch of the Third Legion, and the only other Primarch besides Horus to commit patricide during the Great Heresy, the Daemon Prince Fulgrim.

In fact, Fulgrim had secretly slipped out with Zarakynel when she appeared, but he disguised himself as a harmless demon, hiding in the shadows to observe and wait, because he knew someone would come.

And would inevitably come.

"It seems you've been expecting me for a long time?"

Solzhenitsyn glanced at the slightly curved longsword in Fulgrim's hand and chuckled.

"You've been expecting it too, haven't you?"

Staring into Solzhenitsyn's eyes, the Daemon Primarch's smile grew even wider.

"Want to kill me?"

"Want to."

"Why? Don't deceive yourself, you are no longer a loyal servant of my father."

Solzhenitsyn also smiled.

"I just want to kill you, and other things I hate, does that need a reason?"

"Arrogance is a virtue, ah, actually we are very similar, haven't you noticed?"

"No, I'm far from it, especially—"

As he spoke, Solzhenitsyn exerted force in his arm, instantly shaking Fulgrim away.

"Strength!"

The longsword whistled down, Fulgrim restrained his smile and retreated rapidly.

He didn't come here to fight Solzhenitsyn to the death, now is not the time.

Accompanied by the wild laughter from the vortex, Fulgrim raised his weapon high, then rose from the circles of scarlet light bands, and rose on the top of the serpentine scarlet energy coils, searching, turning back and forth, until he locked onto Solzhenitsyn.

A moment of silence spread across the battlefield, like a drawn breath.

Having transformed into his Daemon Prince form, Fulgrim stood high on the tens of meters tall serpentine body, sending a heartless laugh to Solzhenitsyn, mixed with mocking words, the voice like the dry whispers of billions of dead souls.

"Your pride will lead to your destruction, remember these words."

Although close at hand, Fulgrim's voice was like distant rolling thunder, followed by purple energy rolling around his four arms, pouring down from his fingertips, turning into countless blades, but not shooting at Solzhenitsyn, but at Kanelli and Salania.

"What a cunning dog!"

Cursing angrily, Solzhenitsyn knew that no Aeldari present could withstand Fulgrim's attack, so he could only retreat and, as the storm of blades approached the two, raised the Flame Sun Sword and drew a circular ring of fire, followed by harsh impacts and friction.

Salania looked at the tall figure standing in front of her, the ground around her was cut open by the blades like tofu, but it could not penetrate the ring of fire and blades, it could only blow out gusts of strong wind, carrying the scorching breath and raising the silver-white cloak.

"Phoenix King, Your Highness."

Just as Solzhenitsyn was saving people, Fulgrim also grabbed the limp Zarakynel on the ground and was about to leave.

But a spinning fireball leapt out and was split apart by Fulgrim's sword.

"Stay!"

Duran wielded his battle halberd to face the Daemon Primarch, Fulgrim grinned, his four arms spread out, and then in one second, hundreds of swords fell.

Faced with the overwhelming offensive, Duran wielded his battle halberd to parry left and right, but his strength was far from that of the Daemon Primarch, and perhaps even the Daemon Primarch who most restrained the Aeldari.

Four seconds later, he and his battle halberd were blown away together, with a deep wound on his chest, spilling white blood that turned into flames, but the Phoenix Chalice also spilled a piece of flame at the same time to cover Duran, and he immediately stood up again, the wound on his body restored as before.

"Stay!"

Not only him, other Custodes also rushed over, Fulgrim no longer loved to fight, and left.

"Did I allow you to leave?"

A blood-red fireball swelled into a miniature star, exploding in front of Fulgrim.

Fulgrim's reaction was also extremely fast, raising his four arms at the first time, and a hemispherical shield flashing with evil power also appeared around him as the blazing nova swept towards him with its original swift momentum.

The inferno swept through, shaking all the Aeldari present so that none of them could stand firm, all kneeling on the ground clutching their heads, and even the barrier filled with the power of the Dark Gods crackled like frosted glass when resisting this rough and powerful attack.

Knowing that this attack was no small matter, Fulgrim gritted his teeth, and even the wings behind him were opened.

However, the explosion did not end, but intensified, turning into a roaring firestorm.

The face of Khaine, symbolizing anger, appeared, and Solzhenitsyn turned into a giant wearing molten armor. This was the first time he used the power of Khaine, or rather, the power of the C'tan Outcast, but it showed a difference. Asuryan's calmness and Khaine's anger were both revealed, and the wings of the Fire Phoenix rose behind him, corresponding to Fulgrim's demon wings.

"You and him, both have to stay!"

Fulgrim was already sweating profusely at this time, he poured all his strength to fight against Solzhenitsyn, feeling as if he was resisting a fortress gate, the door trembling under the attack of monsters from the outside.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the attack was still raging and roaring, and the intensity did not diminish.

Just as Fulgrim showed signs of decline, he heard a whispering response, and a surging, immense power, an unspeakable power, swelled in his mind.

"Ha!"

With a low roar, Fulgrim pushed forward with force with his four arms, and finally burst out with great power to push Solzhenitsyn away.

"Solzhenitsyn, do you really think you are invincible!"

With a wild laugh, Fulgrim, wrapped in purple smoke, suddenly grabbed Solzhenitsyn's arms, and then two more things similar to shackles suddenly appeared in the other two hands. It looked as if it was made of blackstone, with fine runes engraved on the chains, and the handcuff heads were shaped into ferocious dragon heads.

In a flash, the roaring dragon heads simultaneously clasped Solzhenitsyn's wrists, and Solzhenitsyn immediately felt a stagnation in his whole body's strength.

"Hehe, didn't expect it? This is a self-inflicted joke. The crippled Craftsman God created this chain, originally wanting to trap the mad Khaine, but was defeated by Khaine instead, becoming his own prisoner."

Seeing Solzhenitsyn's hands bound, Fulgrim's laughter turned into billions of responses, then his hands slowly pinched Solzhenitsyn's neck, bringing his face close to him.

"My brother, don't hide, come out... Eat you, and I will get true perfection."

As he spoke, Fulgrim's head slowly cracked open, turning into six snake heads of different colors and shapes, some wearing crowns, some smooth and scaleless, symbolizing the six "virtues" of the Dark Prince, then their necks stretched out suddenly, biting Solzhenitsyn's shoulders and chest.

"No Aeldari false god can escape the fangs of the Dark Prince!"

In an instant, Solzhenitsyn's consciousness stagnated, and he felt a sense of weakness spreading through his body.