vstars Chapter 348: Banishing the Primarch?
Chapter 348: Banishing the Primarch?
Chapter 348: Banishing the Primarch?
Russell stood amidst the ruins of the fortress, his "Bloodthirster" entrenching tool deeply embedded in the ground, golden psionic energy flowing along its blade, as if suppressing the rage within him. His gaze swept across the battlefield; the white wings of the Super Angel warriors were tattered, and the light of the power sword "Judgment" had dimmed. Carleon stood beside him, his white wings stained with blood, but his gaze remained resolute.
"Didn't I tell you not to fight?" Russell's voice was laced with rare anger, and his golden eyes flickered with complex emotions. "Magnus's power far exceeds our imagination. You are sending yourselves to your deaths!"
Carleon's white wings fluttered gently, his voice low and calm: "Russell, you are not only our company commander, but also our father. How can we stand by and watch you be killed by Magnus?"
Russell fell silent, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. He knew Carleon was right, but he couldn't accept such a loss. The Super Angels were his pride, his children, and now, many of them had fallen forever on the battlefield.
“That damned Magnus,” Russell said, his voice tinged with helplessness, “has caused us heavy losses.”
Gabriel approached, remnants of chaos still dripping from his power claws. His voice held a hint of relief: "Take it easy, Russell. At least from now on, Magnus won't dare face you so easily anymore."
Russell looked up, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "What do you mean?"
Gabriel smiled and patted Russell on the shoulder: "Didn't you notice? Although Magnus is powerful, he is also wary of your golden psionic energy. He personally took action but failed to completely defeat you, which is a huge blow to his prestige. From now on, he will never dare to underestimate you again."
A flicker of understanding crossed Russell's eyes, and he nodded: "Perhaps you're right. But the cost of this battle... is too high."
Carleon's white wings fluttered gently, his voice deep and resolute: "For the Emperor, for the glory of the Holy Blood Angels, we are willing to give everything."
Russell took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. Though the Super Angel warriors were battered and bruised, their eyes remained resolute. He knew that this defeat was not the end, but a new beginning.
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When news of Magnus's banishment spread throughout the galaxy, the entire Imperium was shaken. No one knew that it was the Emperor himself who had banished the Red Devil back to the depths of the Warp. All credited Russell—the warrior wielding the "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool, his body radiating golden psionic energy.
Within the high walls of Terra, the Empire's elite whispered the name of Russell. His deeds were sung in hymns, echoing in the churches of every planet. The banners of the Blood Angels fluttered in the wind, and the golden-winged warriors were imbued with new legends—they were the Emperor's sword, the nemesis of Chaos.
However, there was an uproar within the Chaos faction.
Inside Khorne's Crimson Fortress, Kahn's chain axe cleaved the head of the thirteenth slave. His armor was stained with blood, and scorching steam billowed from his respirator. "Impossible!" His roar shook the walls of the fortress. "I defeated Russell! He was just a mortal with a shovel; how could he possibly banish Magnus?!"
A Khorne berserker knelt on the ground, trembling, his voice filled with fear: "My lord, the news is absolutely true. Magnus has indeed been exiled, and Russell... he is hailed as the new legend."
Kahn swung his chain axe fiercely, severing the berserker's head. A bloodthirsty glint flashed in his single eye: "Legend? Ha! I'll show him that true legends are forged in blood! Assemble the fleet; I'll personally confront this 'legend'!"
On the Black Legion's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, Abaddon stood before the holographic star map, his brow furrowed. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his voice tinged with doubt: "Russell... that mortal I once regarded as an ant, can now exile Magnus?"
The Chaos Wizard beside him whispered, "My lord, perhaps he has mastered some new power. Golden psionic energy... we have never seen such a power before."
A cold glint flashed in Abaddon's eyes: "No matter what power he possesses, he is ultimately just a mortal. Pass down the order to keep a close watch on Russell's movements. If he truly threatens our plans, I won't hesitate to take action myself."
Even the wizards of Tzeentch began to reassess Russell's threat. Ahriman stood before the crystal ball, a complex light flickering in his mechanical eyes: "Russell... just how many secrets are you hiding?"
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Dante stood atop the tower on Baal, a battle report clutched in his hand. Golden runes flowed across the paper, recording Russell's glorious achievement in banishing Magnus. A look of satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, and a slight smile played on his lips: "Russell did a good job. He actually banished Magnus? Unbelievable."
Mephisto stood to the side, the light of the psionic vessel swirling in his hand. His gaze pierced through the void, as if peering into the depths of chaos: "Lord Dante, Russell may be powerful, but he could never have banished a Primarch alone. There must be other reasons."
Dante smiled, a hint of ease in his eyes: "Victory is victory, there's nothing more to say. Regardless of the process, the result is the most important thing."
Mephisto frowned slightly, his voice tinged with worry: "Lord Dante, we cannot let victory go to our heads. There may be a greater conspiracy hidden behind Magnus's exile."
Dante patted Mephisto on the shoulder, his tone slightly teasing: "You're always so cautious, Mephisto. But that's also why I trust you. But this time, let's celebrate the victory first."
Regardless, Russell successfully protected the Blood Ravens' Chapter this time, and they still have several important planets to celebrate.