coobybook Chapter 347: I have parents too!
Chapter 347: I have parents too!
Chapter 347: I have parents too!
When Magnus's colossal figure fully emerged from the warp rift, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze. His red skin gleamed metallically in the starlight, and a vortex of psionic energy, powerful enough to tear reality apart, swirled in his single eye. Russell stood atop the fortress ruins, his "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool trembling slightly, golden psionic energy flowing around him, yet he appeared so insignificant.
Russell Magnus's voice boomed like ancient thunder, making the air tremble. "Your golden psionic energy has indeed surprised me. But do you think you can contend with me with this little bit of power?"
Russell took a deep breath, his golden eyes flashing with determination: "Magnus, I know I am no match for you. But even so, I will not back down. I will defend the glory of the Empire with my life."
A hint of mockery flashed in Magnus's single eye: "Foolish courage. Let's see how long you can last."
Magnus's first strike was earth-shattering. With a gentle wave of his hand, a psionic shockwave powerful enough to tear a planet apart rushed towards Russell. Russell's golden psionic energy erupted instantly, and his entrenching tool "Blood Drinker" carved a golden barrier in front of him. The barrier trembled violently under the shockwave, yet miraculously withstood it.
“Interesting,” Magnus said with a hint of surprise, “your psionic barrier actually managed to block my attack.”
The second strike was even more lethal. A blazing beam of psionic energy shot from Magnus's single eye, tearing space apart wherever it passed. Russell's feet sank deep into the ground, golden psionic energy forming a spiral shield around him. The instant the beam collided with the shield, golden blood seeped from Russell's ears and nose, but he still stubbornly held on.
“You’re more interesting than I thought,” Magnus said with a hint of admiration in his voice, “but how many more times can you last?”
The third strike was a pure psionic crushing. Magnus clenched his fist, and the space around Russell began to collapse, with countless warp rifts opening around him. Russell's golden psionic energy reached its limit at this moment, and his entrenching tool plunged into the ground, golden flames erupting from the earth and forcefully stitching the collapsed space back together.
“Three attacks,” Russell’s voice was tinged with weariness, but still firm, “I blocked them.”
A flash of anger crossed Magnus's single eye: "Your stubbornness annoys me. Now, let's end this."
He suddenly opened his palm, and a psionic storm powerful enough to destroy a galaxy condensed in his hand. The storm was filled with the roars of countless warp creatures, as if trying to tear Russell's soul apart. Russell's golden psionic energy seemed so insignificant at this moment, and his entrenching tool "Blood Drinker" trembled violently in the storm before finally flying out of his hand.
“It’s over,” Magnus’s voice was tinged with coldness. “Your soul will become part of my collection.”
Just as Magnus's hand was about to strike, a white lightning bolt ripped across the sky. Carion's white wings unfurled amidst the psionic storm, and his power sword, "Judgment," pierced straight for Magnus's wrist. The Super Angels followed closely behind, their wings forming a web of death that tore Magnus's psionic storm apart.
"If you want to touch him, you'll have to get past us first!" Carleon roared, his voice filled with boundless rage. His power sword left a deep wound on Magnus's wrist, and red blood dripped onto the ground, turning the rock into lava.
A hint of surprise flashed in Magnus's single eye: "Super Angel? Interesting... but you still can't change the outcome."
He swung his hand sharply, and the psionic storm condensed once more. Carleon and the super angel warriors were forced back several steps, but they still stood firmly in front of Russell.
Magnus's single eye blazed with fury, his red skin appearing eerily bright in the psionic storm. He glanced at the super-angel warriors blocking his path, a disdainful smile playing on his lips: "A few mere winged birdmen dare to block my way?"
With a gentle wave of his hand, the energy of the warp condensed at his fingertips into a devastating psionic storm. The storm swept through, scattering the super angel warriors like fallen leaves; their white wings shattered in the storm, and the light of the power sword "Judgment" was instantly swallowed up.
Then, a vortex of psionic energy, powerful enough to tear a planet apart, coalesced at Magnus's fingertips. Russell's golden psionic shield had already shattered, and the "Blood Drinker" shovel, broken in two, lay embedded in the scorched earth. The Primarch's single eye looked down at the dying mortal beneath him, his voice carrying a cruel pleasure: "Your struggles pleased me. Now, become a speck of dust in the warp—"
Just as the final blow was about to land, Carrion's tattered wings suddenly enveloped Russell. The Super Angel Warrior's spine cracked under the immense pressure of psionic energy, yet he still held Magnus's ankles tightly with both arms: "To kill him... first step over... the blood of Saint Gilles!"
"Insects!" Magnus waved his hand, unleashing a psychic tsunami that swept the surviving superangels high into the sky like withered leaves. Their white wings burned in blue flames, and fragments of armor mixed with golden blood rained down. Carrion's chest was pierced, but his bloodied teeth still clung to the Primarch's boot treads.
Russell's pupils suddenly flashed with an unprecedented golden light. He grabbed the half-shovel stuck in the ground and leaped up with his last strength—the blade pierced Magnus's knee! The Primarch let out a mountain-shattering roar, grabbing Russell's head with his other hand: "You dare—!"
Just before the sound of bones shattering rang out, the battlefield suddenly fell into absolute silence.
All the burning flames froze into gold, the fallen debris hovered in mid-air, and even Magnus's psionic energy solidified into blue crystal. A figure composed of pure radiance rose from Russell's body; His appearance was too dazzling to behold, except for the thorny crown that scorched the laws of reality in the void.
"My son," the Emperor's voice echoed simultaneously across the material world and the warp, "how much more glory will you tarnish before you cease?"
Magnus's single eye burst forth with blood and tears, and his staggering body shattered three mountains. The Primarch's proud psionic power melted away like snow meeting the blazing sun before the Emperor's phantom, and the covenant runes Tzeentch had planted deep within his soul began to violently backfire.
"This can't be... possible..." Fear was tinged with fear for the first time in the Red Devil's roar. "You clearly already..."
The Emperor's phantom fingers gently brushed across Russell's battered body, golden psionic energy instantly reshaping every inch of his bones. When His gaze turned to Magnus, the Crimson Demon's skin began to peel away, revealing the writhing chaos beneath: "Go back to your crystal labyrinth and tell your masters—humanity—that they are never their playthings!"
The warp rift swallowed Magnus with a shriek, and before the Emperor's phantom dissipated, it branded the mark of holy blood onto Carion's forehead. The surviving superangels discovered that every feather on their wings bore a miniature Imperial Eagle emblem.
Russell knelt at the bottom of the seemingly bottomless crater, his broken shovel now fully restored, the newly inscribed imperial maxim on its surface gleaming with golden light: "You are the torch."