Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

By this time, the situation on the battlefield had also changed. Relying on their vast numerical advantage, and after paying a heavy price, the World Eaters' fleet finally approached the Imperial Fist fleet, and a fierce, large-scale close combat was inevitable. Meanwhile, while commanding his fleet to resist the enemy's attack, Pollux led his fleet towards the Star Fortress, using it as a support point to resist the enemy's offensive.

"Fire!" With a furious roar, Kahn's flagship, the Brutality, unleashed a barrage of fire on the Imperial Fist cruiser to its left, using its ferocious large-caliber cannons. A barrage of shells easily overloaded the enemy's shields, shattering the entire deck. Simultaneously, all boarding bays were mobilized to launch a boarding maneuver against another Imperial Fist warship to the right. Countless cultists and a large number of World Eaters engaged in a brutal boarding battle.

Kahn tried his best to suppress the Butcher's Nail in his head to avoid falling into madness. He commanded the battle tenaciously. As more and more World Eaters fleets arrived from other parts of the galaxy, the fleets of both sides fell into a chaotic battle, and the crazy World Eaters seemed to gradually find their own rhythm!

"Push them! The remaining ships, follow the flagship, break through!" Faced with the increasingly unfavorable situation, Polux ordered his flagship to charge forward, clearing a path for the fleet behind. While the Emperor's Spear was a Queen of Glory-class battleship designed for long-range engagements, it was nonetheless a massive battleship, over 20 kilometers long. Furthermore, it was designed by the Iron Warriors. While Perturabo's aesthetics might not be top-tier, his crafts were undoubtedly strong and durable! When a massive battleship, nearly five times longer than a typical cruiser, decided to charge, it was a moment that no cruiser could stop.

The Emperor's Spear unleashed its full firepower, blasting the surrounding enemy warships to smithereens with the ease of a furious god. Polux strategically concentrated the fleet's firepower to first cripple the enemy's large warships. As for the cruisers? A single tap of their rams would shatter them to pieces! Elsewhere, Loken actively coordinated Polux's actions, concentrating the carrier's aircraft and using immense explosive power to carve a hole through the World Eaters' fleet!

A trail of burning wreckage formed as the Imperial Fists moved. The World Eaters fleet attempted to attack from all sides, but with the Imperial Fists' efficient coordination, every step forward came at a heavy price.

However, at this moment, Torgaddon led a small fleet towards the Orbital Dockyard. This was a feint, but it could also be the main attack. The World Eaters would not abandon their flagship. Torgaddon's attack would inevitably distract the World Eaters fleet, allowing the Imperial Fist fleet to reunite with the Star Fortress. Of course, the best outcome would be to capture or destroy the warship.

Under the cover of friendly forces and its own high speed, Torgadon's flagship successfully rushed to the side of the Blood God, and then fired countless landing capsules at this huge battleship!

"The whole battle situation has gone haywire, our fleet is like a group of wild beasts!" Lotara Salin pulled his hair angrily. He tried to command the World Eaters fleet whose rhythm had been disrupted, but at this time, the World Eaters who were already caught in a bloody battle were rushing around like crazy and were not obedient at all!

"Damn these nails!" Salin cursed, but she was powerless and could only try her best to get the battleship moving, even if it was just to temporarily avoid the murderous fleet on the opposite side! But unfortunately, the first batch of loyal legion soldiers had already successfully boarded the battleship!

The rest was simple. Torgaddon fought his way smoothly from the landing point to the bridge. Without sufficient Legionnaires or a full-fledged Mechanicus Skitarii, the few mortal troops were little more than a nuisance to Torgaddon and his Luna Wolves. This didn't take Torgaddon long, as he finally faced one of Angron's most trusted mortals, the former captain of the Conqueror.

"Lotara Salin, you betrayed the Empire. Do you acknowledge your guilt?" As a former high-ranking member of the Luna Wolves, Torgaddon knew her. After all, she had been to the Conqueror more than once.

"I do not plead guilty. The Emperor is a tyrant! We are rebelling against this tyrant and his executioner!" Salin drew her sword and responded loudly.

"May the Emperor purify your filthy soul." Without further ado, Togarton pulled out his plasma gun and turned the opponent into a ball of ashes.

"Angron! Save me!" When Salin's soul dissipated, her last cry for help seemed to travel hundreds of thousands of kilometers to reach the ground and reach Angron's ears.

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"Rage is the most addictive breath of war." Khorne smiled. But then it faded, for he was curious. Why had the Traveler not stopped him from transmitting Salim's final echo when he could have? Was there some conspiracy?

"You don't understand war at all. You narrowly believe that blood and skulls are everything in war. There is a saying in ancient Terra, 'A lord should not raise an army in anger. A general should not start a war in anger! Rage often does not win a war, but will lead to a worse loss." The traveler smiled and said.

"That is but the law of mortals," Khorne sneered.

"I ascended to godhood through mortal wisdom, which allowed me to stand before you. You are merely powerful, but your tactics are far from perfect," the traveler retorted.

"Hmm, perhaps you have a point." Khorne fell into deep thought. "Tactics, skills, the art of war."

"Traveler, don't you know that doing this will increase my power?" Khorne asked doubtfully.

"No, you don't have those powers. Your powers are only blood, slaughter, and skulls." The traveler laughed. "Do you want these powers? You know where they are!"

"You..." Suddenly, an extremely strong thought suddenly emerged in Khorne's mind.

He wanted to wage war against Tzeentch to seize the power of conspiracy and change, because such tactics were needed in war. He wanted to wage war against Slaanesh, because Slaanesh's ultimate skill and craft were also needed in war. He also wanted to crush Vashtor! Because the latter's power of forging and technology was also necessary for war. Khorne realized that the scope of the power of war was too great, and he had previously been too narrow!

"You plotted against me, Traveler!" Khorne roared angrily. He realized that the Traveler's words were meant to incite a fight between the evil gods! The Traveler's words were like a nail that pierced Khorne's heart, leaving him unable to forget. The most difficult thing for people to convince is themselves, and the same is true for gods. Once Khorne felt the urge to perfect his power over war, he could never forget it.

"I'm just stating a fact." The traveler still had a smile on his face.

"I also desire the travel and partial forging powers you hold, as well as the Emperor's power of destruction," Khorne said.

"We are old enemies. We will fight to the death. Come on!" The traveler was not afraid.

The conversation between the Traveler and Khorne had a profound impact. They were gods, their words carried the law! In a mystical way, fate was transformed. Tzeentch, hidden within the Crystal Palace, suddenly raised his head and gazed upon Khorne's divine domain. He could sense Khorne's chilling murderous intent. Yet, facing Khorne's threat, Tzeentch remained undaunted.

In the Six-Ring Silver Palace, Slaanesh trembled in fear at Khorne's gaze. As the weakest of the Chaos Gods, Slaanesh had suffered huge losses in this game and was beginning to lose control! Nurgle, in the garden, sighed, realizing that the Chaos Gods would fall into true chaos in the future.

"Enemies can sit down and talk, but there's no room for reconciliation between hunter and prey," Nurgle lamented. Indeed, hunter and prey. At this moment, Khorne had already identified Tzeentch and Slaanesh as his primary prey. Perhaps He would hold off on taking action for now. But for a god, once this thought came to mind, it was difficult to suppress it.

But the traveler wasn't worried about all this, for there was a saying in Ancient Terra: "To destroy a person, you must first drive him mad." So what if Khorne was the strongest evil god? When he simultaneously fought against Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and the gods of order, the outcome was certain! Khorne was isolated!

"Perhaps the tacit understanding or some protective mechanism between the evil gods has been broken." At this moment, the Traveler also had a sudden realization. Khorne despised conspiracy and psionics, preferring close combat. It turned out that the Traveler didn't understand some of the reasons. After all, wasn't ranged attacking better? Psionics and conspiracy were also necessary for war.

But now, the Traveler understood a little. Khorne's former love of slashing, blood, and war, even confining his power to these few things, was probably a subconscious restriction and protection from the Chaos Powers. Khorne had previously believed that his disdain for conspiracy and psychic powers was due to his belief that they were cowardly.

The Traveler bluntly told Khorne that he did not understand war and was not a god of war, which invisibly awakened Khorne's hypnosis. After all, when it comes to the breadth of the concept of war, the Eldar God of War, Khaine, is even more comprehensive than Khorne.

After all, the Eldar warriors represent Khorne's war techniques. Khaine is the god of war, but also the god of murder, which represents Khaine's conspiracy. The so-called Bloody Hand God is actually the Phoenix King's punishment for Khaine.

As a result, the situation in the Warp has changed. Originally, several gods would sit together and play cards. Everyone would win and lose, but they all had a bottom line, or in other words, they didn't have the will to kill each other. For example, when the three families raided Tzeentch's home, they didn't kill him.

But now it's different, Khorne has the reason and idea to kill Tzeentch and Slaanesh... As Nurgle said, there is no room for maneuver between hunter and prey, but at the same time, hunter and prey can actually be transformed!

"Am I too good at causing trouble?" In an instant, the traveler also felt that this time he had gone a little too far.

"How about we continue to see how the fight goes down there?" The traveler said with a little guilt.

"Hmph." Khorne frowned. He was even more dissatisfied with Angron, whom he had already disdained. If Angron's tyranny had previously enabled him to obtain skulls and kill for him, now that he had a deeper passion for war, this fellow was no longer effective.

At this moment, upon learning that his most admired mortal subordinate had been killed, Angron was instantly awakened by anger. He furiously demanded that his subordinates immediately rescue Salin, but of course, all this was impossible. However, when Torgaddon was about to systematically destroy the warship, the traveler's message made Torgaddon realize the crisis he faced.

"A Primarch? I am willing to face him," said Torgaddon.

"Retreat, Torgaddon. You don't have time to destroy this battleship now. Instead of sacrificing yourself here in vain, it's better to set a trap for Angron." said the traveler.

"Follow your orders, Supreme." In the end, Torgadon chose to retreat.

Chapter 408 Emperor's Champion Black Knight

"Your people gave up the loot that was within their grasp and chose to escape." Khorne's words were full of contempt.

"This is called a strategic shift. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." The traveler said calmly.

"You have a strong tongue! Angron will tear apart those whom you favor."

"Then keep watching. Don't underestimate mortals," the traveler said nonchalantly. Honestly, in the traveler's eyes, a Glorious Queen-class battleship was not as good as an outstanding legion commander like Torgaddon.

Thinking of this, the Traveler couldn't help but lament the Emperor and the Mechanicum's technological prowess once again. How could a Primarch like him use a Queen of Glory-class battleship as his flagship? "Once I've finished researching the Randan War Moon, I'll give one to each of my nephews!" It's not that the Traveler can't make one, but he's just wondering how to mass-produce these things!

"Sarin!" Angron was furious, looking at the corpse of his most admired subordinate. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had been this angry. Perhaps the last time was because his rebellion had failed, his brothers had been slaughtered by the slavers, and the Emperor had taken him away. The time before that, it seemed, was because those hateful slavers had demanded that he kill his adoptive father, and he had refused, and was then given the Butcher's Nail.

"Emperor, I will never let any of your lackeys go!" Angron roared loudly, the deafening sound echoing on the bridge of the battleship, and under the stimulation of extreme emotions, a wave of anger arose in the hearts of all the World Eaters who followed Angron. They felt the wrath and regret of the Primarch, and they felt the urge to avenge the Primarch!

In an instant, the originally chaotic World Eaters Legion gathered together again under the influence of one will. Angron looked at the battlefield outside the porthole. He saw the Spear of the Emperor killing people indiscriminately. Then, he raised the battle axe in his hand and let out a battle cry of desperate charge!

"Destroy it, my sons, destroy the largest battleship! Go, everyone! Destroy it! I will board this battleship and chop off the heads of all the enemies!" Following Angron's order, the entire World Eaters fleet rushed towards the Spear of the Emperor without caring about their lives.

At this moment, all the loyalists were stunned. They weren't shocked by Angron's vengeful reaction, but rather, how could this guy choose the wrong target for revenge? It was clearly Torgaddon's doing! For a moment, all the loyalists wondered if Angron's mind was racing.

However, no matter what, because of Angron's violent actions, the entire battle situation fell into further chaos. Hundreds of Chaos warships of various types attacked the Spear of the Emperor and the surrounding warships using wolf pack tactics. Their reckless charge repeatedly shook the defenses of the Imperial Fist fleet, and the latter's fierce firepower smashed the enemy ships into pieces, and millions of souls were dissipated in space.

However, the World Eaters' reckless and brutal charge also caused heavy losses to the Imperial Fists. Although the loss of one of the latter's warships often meant the demise of several World Eaters warships, and although the Imperial Fists fleet that was not affected had better conditions for attack, the Emperor's Spear was still in great crisis.

"We seem to have caused a big trouble for our friendly forces." The projection of Torgaddon appeared in front of Loken.

"The plan has completely changed. The World Eaters rushed towards the Emperor's Spear like a madman. If we handle it properly, we can bleed the World Eaters fleet dry, and the rest will be easy. If we don't handle it well, I'm afraid the Imperial Fist Legion will suffer irreparable losses." Loken said seriously.

After all, the loss of that ship was a shame, but the Plux aboard was a rare treasure to the Legion. Loken understood this all too well. After all, everyone was a skilled worker, and while each Legion had many strong men, there were far fewer capable of fine-tuning the craft and farming.

"It seems that it will be difficult for Polux to evacuate." Looking at the Spear of the Emperor surrounded by the World Eaters fleet like a school of sharks, Loken sighed and said.

"I hand over command of my fleet to you. I'm heading aboard the Emperor's Spear!" Loken stated firmly. It was clear the World Eaters intended to board the ship, and since Plux couldn't evacuate, they had no choice but to board it themselves, to avoid being left with no answers.

"You stay, I'll go," said Torgaddon.

"You're not as good as me at boarding battles." With just one sentence, Loken silenced Torgaddon. It was clear that Loken, favored by the Traveler in this plane, was indeed very strong. Back then, among Horus' many sons, he was ranked second only to Sejanus. He was even ranked higher than Abaddon.

"Move, Torgaddon, take care of our fleet," Loken said, then closed the communication. "Prepare your armor!" Loken said to his attendant. Loken's full armor was different from the others'; he had a license to pilot a Titan mecha...

Just as Loken was about to move out, Sigismund had already begun to act. To be honest, the Black Knight would rather get into trouble himself than let Plax get into trouble.

"Let's go!" After making the basic arrangements, the Black Knight and his guards returned to the Emperor's Spear via teleportation. Just as the teleportation ended, the Black Knight encountered one of his nemeses, Kahn, the World Eaters' most outstanding captain!

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"Our Primarch is about to board this battleship, and all of you will become his prey, including you, Black Knight!" Kahn sneered, wielding his chainsaw axe.

"Get lost!" Sigismund, disdaining to waste time with Kahn, charged headlong into the World Eaters' ranks like a raging beast. Swinging his sword, countless bolts of lightning gathered on the blade, accompanied by the Black Knight's roar. Then, with a single, beautiful slash, a terrifying tidal wave of psychic energy swept across all the surrounding World Eaters. The enemies caught in the storm were like being sliced ​​by millions of sharp blades, reduced to clumps of minced flesh and even bloody foam.

The scene before them not only stunned the World Eaters, but also the Imperial Fist. They remembered that the Black Knight was only the Legion's top swordsman. It seemed that he didn't have psychic powers?

"This is even possible?!" The Traveler was a bit surprised. After all, the Black Knight had been constantly mentioned in the background as not having psychic powers, and even his descendants were extremely averse to psychics. Who could have imagined that, in extreme anger, the Black Knight could awaken psychic powers? However, in the Traveler's opinion, the unexpected was not unexpected. It was actually quite easy for those who had contact with the Traveler to awaken psychic talents, and their abilities were generally not low, after all, they had the guidance of the Big Dad.

"Shit..." Kahn was so stimulated by the Butcher's Nail that he was almost going crazy, but he was awakened by this sword. The Black Knight was really powerful at this time.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" But Khârn didn't retreat. He prayed to a red entity, then charged forward, brandishing his chainsaw axe. The tidal psychic storm suddenly dwindled upon contact with Khârn's Bloodson Battle Axe. (Faith in Khorne, increased magic resistance.) The two weapons collided fiercely, and the immense force transmitted by the weapons further stimulated Khârn's spirit. A madness rose from his heart, constantly tempting him to fight with all his might!

"Anger, blood!" Kahn took two steps back, raised his battle axe again, and swung it like a windmill. The huge force caused such strong winds that even made people feel pain on their faces.

"Feel the power of anger." Kahn swung his battle axe repeatedly, striking the Black Knight's sword, forcing him back. His bloodthirsty fury greatly enhanced Kahn's melee ability.

"All of you will die! Including Pluckers, your dear brother, whom Dorn cherished. Everyone will die!" Kahn roared. He sensed the Black Knight's weakness. He felt that he would soon achieve victory.

"Huh?! Everyone can do it, but Pollax can't." As the battle axe in his hand was blocked by the sharp sword, Kahn heard the black knight's icy voice, and he subconsciously looked into the black knight's eyes.

At this moment, there was no fanaticism or anger in the other's eyes, only absolute rationality and desolation. The Black Knight's eyes were like black holes, seemingly able to suck everything in, then crush and destroy it completely! This absolute destruction made Kahn feel terrified. Not even the bloody existence and the butcher's nails in his head could dispel this fear.

"My anger is my strength!" Kahn roared, as if to give himself courage, and swung his battle axe again. However, this time, the Black Knight's movements were so fast that even he could not see clearly. He only felt that the opponent's sword seemed to point at his axe, and then a great force pulled him to the side, and at the same time the battle axe was broken into two pieces.

At this moment, Kahn's three views were reshaped. He really couldn't understand how a power sword could become so powerful.

"Your anger is worthless!" The Black Knight's attack was like a life-threatening one. Kahn subconsciously dodged it, and then he saw a scar on his chest that was about ten feet long. Originally, this attack was intended for his head.

"Scum!" The Black Knight thrust his sword a third time, nearly severing Kahn's leg. But just as Kahn felt his death approach, the Black Knight suddenly sheathed his sword and walked away without a backward glance. At that moment, he sensed Angron's presence.

At that moment, in the Black Knight's heart, no one on this battlefield was more important than Polux. Absolute rationality led him to forgo the glory that was within his grasp. "I cannot let my father grieve, and I cannot let the Legion weep," the Black Knight thought, then took a step and vanished from the spot.

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"My lord, let's go! We can't hold on any longer!" Meanwhile, on the main deck of the Emperor's Spear, Polux was commanding his men to hold back the surging World Eaters. In the distance, a massive figure appeared, leading hordes of enemy troops to crush the Imperial Fist's defenses.

"Never! I can't let the crystallization of friendship between the Fourth and Seventh Legions fall in my hands, and I can't tolerate it being seized by the rebels!" Polux operated the special giant mecha and pulled out the force field sword.

Polux also had his own aspirations. This was Dorn's favorite ship of the Glorious Queen. Besides her time aboard the Phalanx, it was Dorn's most frequently used flagship. It represented a century-long friendship between the two contractors. Perhaps Dorn and the entire Legion could forgive him for the loss of this ship, but Polux himself could never forgive himself.

"I was once an excellent swordsman, but I never had the chance to prove myself on the battlefield!" Pollax said with emotion, his words silencing his subordinates because they were the truth. Before Pollax switched to technical skills, his swordsmanship was indeed very good, but he didn't have the opportunity to show it later.

Once, Pollax had a chance to demonstrate his swordsmanship, but just as he drew his sword, Dorn grabbed Fate by the scruff of the neck and threw him back. Since then, Pollax has gotten a driver's license, but still rarely sees the front lines. This experience left Pollax with many regrets.

"Open fire, kill them!" Under the command of Pollux, the front line composed of the Mountain Guards (the elite among the elites of the Imperial Fist) and the Templars, plus the long-range output and Mechanicus in the back row, blocked the opponent's offensive like a wall. At this moment, blood and killing filled the entire battlefield.

The Imperial Fists' fearless demeanor shocked the World Eaters. If the World Eaters were a bunch of madmen charging forward, the Imperial Fists' elite Templars would charge forward strapped with explosives. Once locked in close combat, unable to escape, they would detonate their vortex grenades. Then, they would wipe out the world, along with a large number of cultists and World Eaters. They upheld the will of the Emperor's dark side: pure destruction and silence, leaving not a drop of blood or a scrap of bone for the Blood God!

"You're being too extreme. This isn't good." At a higher level, Khorne felt a sense of unease. In his view, if he couldn't obtain skulls and blood, then what was the point of fighting? This was un-Blood God! He just wanted some blood and skulls, whether they were from the enemy or his own people. What was wrong with that?

"You can let them kill the other evil gods' followers." The traveler sneered.

However, the Imperial Fists' efforts were ultimately unable to stop the wrath of a Primarch. When Angron crashed into the Imperial Fists' formation like a meteor, the entire battle line was thrown into turmoil. The Titan Legions originally deployed on the Emperor's Spear proved to be insufficient, as the World Eaters also had Titans. The Knight Mechs could only delay time in the face of the siege of the angry Primarch and the traitorous Knights.

When Angron jumped onto the cockpit of a Predator Titan, cut through the armor with a chainsaw axe, and wiped out the people inside, as the God Machine fell, Angron could already see Polux and his giant mecha.

Chapter 409 Pull out his nails!

"I know you, son of Dorne!" Angron's voice echoed like thunder across the battlefield. "You are Dorne's favorite son. Your men killed my subordinates, and now, I will kill you! You cannot escape." Angron finished his words, slicing his throat with a gesture, and his action caused the World Eaters present to roar.

"I will fight to the bitter end!" Polux decided to face his fate. He charged at Angron in his mech, his meter-long power sword piercing him like a bolt of lightning. Facing the sword's downward force, which felt like a door panel, Angron grinned and slammed his left-handed battle axe down.

The giant mech, powerful enough to easily overturn a Leman Russ tank, seemed to tilt to one side like a child being toyed with by an adult. Angron then delivered another powerful blow with his right hand, slamming it hard into the leg. As an accomplished butcher, Angron had extensive experience battling giants.

What Angron hadn't anticipated, however, was that the mech could fly... With the jetpack behind it suddenly activating, the entire mech soared, barely dodging Angron's fierce attack. Then, it barraged the mech with lasers and plasma at close range.

"You can't avoid this!" Polux sneered. "Soldiers never tire of fighting. Put the muzzle of the cannon in their face and see what you can do." However, Polux still underestimated Angron, or rather, underestimated Angron blessed by Khorne. A burst of flames engulfed Angron's form, but soon, a blood-red object flew out of the smoke. Its speed was so great that it surpassed Polux's reaction time, sending his mech crashing to the ground!

"You vile fellow, you're as vile as your master!" Angron emerged from the smoke, his entire body shrouded in a bloody haze. However, Polux's attack hadn't been ineffective. Angron's power armor was punctured by the explosion, and his face was covered in blood and blisters from the intense heat.

(The physical strength of the Primarchs is a mystery. Guilliman could be injured by a grenade launcher. Angron was hit by a power weapon, but only had his skin broken. He was then stepped on by a Warhound Titan and eventually pushed the Titan back.)

"You're just the beginning." Angron, holding his other battle axe, walked towards the fallen Polux. "You..." Just as Angron was about to utter a harsh word, an unprecedented sense of danger stopped him in his tracks.

"This..." Angron was shocked. He was shocked by the aura of destruction emanating from the man before him. It was a determination to destroy everything, even himself. Although Angron was tyrannical and had experienced many battles, he had never seen such a resolute destruction.

"Haha, you are being watched and favored by that tyrant." Angron suddenly felt his throat dry.

"You are a pure machine of destruction, a butcher, a puppet," Angron continued, trying to find a hint of emotion in the other. But there was none!

"I have never seen such an evil existence." When Angron spoke again, he finally noticed that there seemed to be a slight change in the other party's mood, and then the Black Knight spoke.

"Are you fucking annoying? Get started!" Sigismund was annoyed. He doubted he could even be annoyed at this moment. But then again, a Primarch had been rambling on about this for ages. Didn't you come here to fight? In the end, one would stand, one would fall, or both would fall, and that was it. Why are you wasting your time?

After saying this, Sigismund charged at the much taller Angron like a black whirlwind. The longsword and chainsaw axe clashed fiercely, making a terrifying sound. Sigismund's charge even forced Angron to step back several steps.

Having struck successfully, the Black Knight continued his assault. The black blade flew up and down, leaving a scar on Angron's body. A black line appeared on Angron's body. The Primarch's extraordinary healing ability tried to close the wound, but with little success. Even more terrifying, the wound did not bleed. Blood, muscle, and even other tissue seemed to have vanished into thin air. Angron did not even feel the pain!

"The path of annihilation, without even pain or feeling. Destroy everything on every level." The high-dimensional traveler felt the Black Knight's power. Though this power was extremely rudimentary, not even divine, he had a direct sense of its terror. The Emperor had a special fondness for the Black Knight, a blessing that was subtle and insidious.