When Leman Russ's battle axe was only a millimeter away from Bonebreaker's mechanical spine, the entire sky suddenly groaned under the heavy burden.

He looked up suddenly, and the curtain of reality being torn apart was reflected in his wolf eyes.

The originally brilliant galaxy was now being dyed with some kind of sick purple-red color, spreading rapidly like poison dropped into clear water.

“The stench of Chaos.” Russ spat, and the orc blood that had not yet dried on the Frostfang Battle Axe suddenly boiled and evaporated. “It’s just in time.”

Bonebreaker's mechanical prosthetic eyes frantically adjusted the focus, and through the smoke, he saw the bows of the ships that protruded from the cracks in the warp. They were not crude orc garbage ships, but terrifying giant ships covered with wriggling flesh and blood.

On the bridge of one of the ships, a purple-gold banner fluttered in the invisible wind, the desecrated emblem of the Emperor's Children oozing pus and blood.

In the command hall of the Everlasting Joy, Fulgrim stroked the crystal ball with his four new arms.

His serpentine tail slapped the jeweled floor in delight as Russ's bloodstained visage emerged from the sphere.

"Look, my dear barbarian brother." His voice was like a poisonous knife wrapped in honey, "Still so...vulgar." His fingers suddenly tightened and crushed the crystal ball, "Your head is just right to decorate my new harp."

Thousands of twisted drop pods rained down.

The surfaces of these metal egg sacs are covered with human faces screaming in pain, and the friction in the atmosphere makes a shrill wail.

When the first batch of capsules that landed exploded, the soldiers who walked out made the entire battlefield silent.

That was the most elite "Noise Warrior" squad of the Emperor's Children.

Their power armour is inlaid with living speakers, and strings of sound extend from their joints like nerve cords.

The leader, the Noise Warrior, lifted his visor, revealing his throat that had been transformed into a resonance chamber: "Listen... to eternity!"

The roar of the sonic cannon caused the skulls of orcs within a hundred meters to explode, and even the steel began to twist.

But Russ, who was standing at the epicenter, just scratched his ears and said, "That's it? It's even softer than the songs in our Fenris."

At this moment? Ruth's communicator suddenly burst into a harsh noise.

He turned to see the Tech-Priest bleeding from all his orifices, his skull cracked open like an overripe fruit, and warp interference cutting off all long-distance communications.

What's worse, the Bonebreakers are quietly evacuating with their remaining troops.

Russ saw this and was about to take a step forward to give chase, but suddenly, three jewel-encrusted bombs came hurtling like meteors and hit his feet accurately.

There was a loud "boom" and the bomb exploded instantly, bursting into gorgeous pink and purple fireballs, like blooming fireworks.

Amid the fire and smoke, a teasing voice was heard: "Where are you in such a hurry to go, little wolf?"

Following the sound, dozens of Emperor's Children warriors slowly emerged from behind the burning ruins.

These warriors were dressed in gorgeous armor with dried leather bags hanging on the armor as if they were their trophies.

The power swords in their hands were curved like the tongues of poisonous snakes, flashing with cold light and revealing a hint of murderous aura.

On the shoulder armor of "Amethyst Blade", the leader of this group of warriors, the Roman numeral "III" is constantly dripping with corrosive liquid, as if it is a symbol of his evil power.

Russ's eyes swept over these Emperor's children. He noticed the flashy decorations on them, and suddenly a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ten thousand years have passed, and you are still so... sissy."

He spoke the last word deliberately in Fenrisian dialect, his tone full of sarcasm and disdain.

The Emperor's Children were clearly enraged by Rus's words. Their swords stabbed at a perfect angle, as fast as lightning, straight at Rus' vital points.

However, Russ just turned his head slightly and easily avoided the fatal blow. The blade brushed past his ear, bringing up a gust of wind.

Then, Russ raised the Frostfang Battle Axe in his hand and slashed at the opponent's breastplate like a ferocious shark.

There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the axe blade collided with the breastplate, splashing a burst of harsh sparks.

"Too slow." Russ said expressionlessly, and at the same time kicked a soldier who attacked from the side.

The soldier was caught off guard and was kicked by Ruth, flying backwards and falling heavily to the ground.

"After you fell, you can't even lift your sword?" Rus sneered and continued to mock.

When more than a dozen power swords stabbed at the same time, the Primarch suddenly fell on his back.

Just when his back was about to touch the hard ground, he stretched out a hand as fast as lightning and supported the ground firmly.

At the same time, his legs swept out violently like a storm, bringing up a sharp wind sound.

This series of movements was as fast as lightning, dazzling the eyes. There was only a crisp sound, and the knees of the dozen or so Emperor's sons broke one after another under his thunderous blow, making a heart-pounding sound.

Then, he took advantage of the powerful spinning force to raise the battle axe in his hand high, and then chopped it down with amazing speed and accuracy.

With a "click" sound, the battle axe easily split the helmet of an Emperor's son like chopping melons and vegetables, revealing an ugly face distorted by extreme fear.

"Haha, this is starting to look more like that!" Ruth couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw this.

The battle axe in his hand did not stop at all, and he chopped down the other sword with thunderous force again.

There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the sword blade broke.

However, Russ's attack did not stop there. His left hand was like an eagle's claw, and he went straight to the opponent's throat with lightning speed.

In just a moment, his fingers tightly grasped the opponent's throat like an iron clamp, making it impossible for him to break free.

"At least, you will bleed now." Ruth said coldly with a cruel smile on his face.

When Bjorn arrived with the Wolf Guard, this was what he saw.

Their Primarch stood atop the corpses of the Emperor's Children, wiping his axe blade with the cloak of his enemies.

There were dozens of corpses lying around, and the wounds on each were as precise as anatomical specimens.

At this moment? A shadow of Fulgrim suddenly appeared in the smoke, his four arms each holding a musical instrument, his serpentine tail swirling gracefully.

"Dear Riemann..." The voice was sickeningly sweet, "Why bother with a dying empire..."

"Stop it, you worm." Russ interrupted, "Your nonsense stinks worse than an orc's fart." He kicked the corpse at his feet, "These sissies are what you call 'art'?"

A crack appeared on the perfect face of the fallen primarch. Russ pressed on: "Remember Ullanor? You looked like a peacock courting a mate in that ridiculous purple armor."

He imitated Fulgrim's gesture back then, "Now it has grown a tail."

Fulgrim's nails scraped across the strings of his harp, producing dizzying waves of sound.

Ruth laughed and walked forward: "Are you anxious now? I haven't said you look like..."

The roar of the sonic cannon drowned out the rest of the sentence. When the smoke cleared, Russ stood there, blood oozing from his ears, but his smile became even more ferocious: "...like a castrated ferret."

Fulgrim's perfect face did not distort at Russ's ridicule, but instead revealed a smile that was almost pitying.

His long fingers gently stroked the harp-like nerve cords, producing a series of eerily pleasant notes.

"Ah, Ruth..." His voice slid like silk over a knife, "You are still so...straightforward."

The four arms of the Fallen Primarch stretched out gracefully, and its serpentine tail swayed slowly in the void.

He was not angry - on the contrary, he took a morbid pleasure in Ruth's rudeness and stubbornness.

It's like admiring the final struggle of a trapped beast; the more ferocious it is, the more beautiful it is.

"Lucius," Fulgrim called softly, his voice filled with languid anticipation, "go and play... with our brother."

Lucius stepped out from the shadows, his armor inlaid with countless faces twisted in pain.

Each one is a challenger who was killed by him and then reborn in his body.

His sword hung low, some corrosive liquid dripping from the tip.

"As you wish, my lord." Lucius' voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, with twisted pleasure.

He turned and walked towards the teleportation platform, followed by twenty elite members of the "Eternal Pain" gang.

The armor of these warriors is also covered with faces of pain, and their weapons are coated with a poison that prevents wounds from ever healing.

Lucius's mouth curled up into a cruel smile - he longed to see a painful expression on Rus's rough face.

As the teleportation beam lit up, Fulgrim's voice rang in his mind: "Don't kill him too quickly... I want to admire him a little longer."

Lucius' laughter was drowned out by the screams of the Warp.

Russ was just chopping open the chest of the last Noise Warrior with an axe when he suddenly felt a piercing chill on his back.

He turned around suddenly, holding the Frostfang Battle Axe across his chest, just in time to block a poisonous blade that was coming towards him.

"Lucius." Russ grinned, revealing his sharp white fangs. "I thought you had already rotted in some warp crack."

On Lucius's armor, the faces screamed silently at the same time.

His sword moved like a venomous snake, and every thrust was aimed at the gaps in Rus's joints.

"You're still so...loud, Riemann." His voice was full of twisted amusement, "But soon, you will learn to be...quiet."

Russ dodged a vicious stab and swept his battle axe across, forcing back Lucius' attack.

"Quiet?" He laughed. "You have enough human skin on your face, you don't need one more!"

The battle instantly became intense.

Lucius's swordsmanship was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, so fast that it almost left an afterimage, and Russ fought back with violent force.

Sparks from the collision between battle axes and poisonous blades flashed on the dim battlefield, and every clash was accompanied by the screaming of metal.

“Your sword is slower than before, Lucius.” Russ taunted, splitting a face on the other’s shoulder armor with his axe. “Have you been hollowed out by Slaanesh?”

Lucius did not answer, but his attack suddenly accelerated. The poison blade slashed across Rus's arm, leaving a bleeding wound.

However, Ruth didn't even frown, but laughed and fought back: "Is that all you can do? Not even enough to tickle me!"

Members of the Eternal Pain gang closed in from all sides, but Russ's Wolf Guards arrived in time.

Bjorn's Stormbreaker smashed the helmet of a Chaos Warrior and he roared, "For Fenris!"

On the bridge of the Everlasting Joy, Fulgrim reclined in his throne, watching the fight through a holographic projection. His snake tail swayed gently, and one of his four arms gracefully held a glass of scarlet wine.

"How... beautiful." He sighed softly, watching Lucius's poisonous blade slash through Rus' chest again, "Pain and anger, despair and wildness... This is true art."

He ran his slender fingers over the crystal ball, and the scene switched to Rus's bloodstained face.

There was no fear on that rugged face, only pure rage and fighting spirit.

Fulgrim's mouth curled up in a smile of pleasure. "Continue to struggle, my dear brother... Your pain is my most precious collection."

On the battlefield, Lucius gradually felt the pressure. Every swing of his battle axe brought devastating force, and although his poison blade left several wounds, it seemed unable to truly defeat the beast.

"You have become weaker, Lucius." Russ chopped off his breastplate with an axe, revealing the squirming flesh underneath, "Or... are you just a pet snake?"

A flash of annoyance flashed across Lucius's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by twisted pleasure.

"Pain... is pleasure." He hissed, and the poison blade suddenly stabbed Rus' throat at a strange angle.

Russ leaned back suddenly, and the battle axe went up and directly cut off Lucius's sword-holding arm.

The fallen warrior stumbled back, but a sick smile appeared on his face: "You can't kill me... No one can."

However, with a heavy blow from Russ, Lucius was completely knocked down.

Lucius's remains twitched on the scorched earth, pink flesh wriggling at the broken ends of his limbs.

His armor had been stripped away, revealing a horrific body covered with human faces underneath - each face was screaming silently.

Leman Russ hefted the Frostfang Axe onto his shoulder and looked down at the once proud swordsman.

Lucius opened his mouth full of blood foam and laughed in his throat: "Kill me... and you will become me..."

The cold light of the battle axe flashed, and Lucius' head rolled to the ground.

But Russ was well prepared. He took out a stasis field generator from his waist and sealed the still grinning head inside it.

"Sorry, bastard." Russ knocked on the force field shield, "No one can regenerate for you this time."

The air was suddenly filled with a sweet, rotten aroma.

The ground began to ooze pearly mucus, and the corpses around them suddenly twisted and danced strangely. Fulgrim came walking on the void, his six-meter-tall body casting a weird shadow. Each of his four arms held a musical instrument, and wherever his snake tail swept past, flowers bloomed from the steel.

"What a... rough way to deal with it." The voice of the Fallen Primarch was like a chorus of a hundred people, "You have taken away my favorite toy, dear Russ."