Horatio stood with his head bowed in the dark vision, as pristine white feathers slowly drifted down from the ink-black sky.
With a grim expression, he looked up and caught a small piece of one.
Even from that tiny piece, he could feel a powerful force surging.
This feather seemed to indicate that his Psyker Harmonization could only borrow a very small portion of its power now.
But even this small portion of power was quite formidable.
Savage blades and axes drew closer, as Khorne Warriors roared and clamored at him.
He seemed to see the wicked Daemon Prince Angron swinging his axe to strike him down.
The Chainsword instantly moved from Horatio's hand to block in front of him.
Whir!! —
The clash of their weapons ignited dazzling sparks.
Both men and their weapons were filled with immense hatred.
After several exchanges, the Khorne Warrior's mind could no longer distinguish whether he was fighting a Space Marine or the mortal he had seen with his own eyes.
This mortal's movements were more agile and swifter than before, even making him feel difficult to parry at times, and his immense strength was able to push back this berserker who served Khorne.
Even more terrifying, having stayed in the Eye of Terror for a long time, he could clearly feel a unique and terrifying psychic power emanating from this mortal.
This psychic power was clearly not Khorne's might, yet he could feel an overwhelming and terrifying intent for slaughter, along with intense hatred and Fury.
Just as he was distracted by his astonishment, Spotless Angels Scourge broke through the cross-guard of the two axes at a speed beyond his imagination, striking directly at the shoulder with a ferocity akin to a great crimson angel lashing him with a whip of punishment.
The sharp teeth of the sword rotated rapidly, and the scarlet ceramite armor emitted a piercing shriek.
The subtly golden-glowing teeth gnawed through the Space Marine's massive and solid shoulder pad, followed by the rough roar of tearing flesh and the splattering of blood.
In just the blink of an eye, his forearm, which was tightly gripping the Chainaxe, fell to the ground.
[How is this possible! I was actually dismembered by a mere mortal!!??] He looked at the blood-splattering wound, astonished and disbelieving.
This psychic power greatly enhanced Horatio's senses and reactions, and most importantly, this power, combined with the Precognition Shard, revealed his opponent's moves two beats in advance, largely compensating for the weaknesses of his mortal body and power-feedback power armor.
The Khorne Warrior quickly retreated to gain distance.
Horatio walked towards him, exuding an extremely oppressive aura, and swung the Holy Blood Chainsword downwards, splattering blood on the ground, then re-assumed his stance.
He gradually accelerated, from a jog to a sprint, leaping up and striking towards the Khorne Warrior's head.
The berserker fought back with all his might, blocking the sword teeth with his remaining Chainaxe.
Horatio forcefully pressed his hand down, and a powerful force, like a ten-ton boulder, pressed down on the Khorne Space Marine.
The strong man, blessed by the Warp's evil gods, began to tremble, and the arm clamping the Holy Blood Chainsword went from a slight tremor to a violent shaking.
Thud! —
One of his legs knelt to the ground, and soon after, the second leg also buckled.
"You mere mortal! You are nothing but a lamb destined to be slaughtered by us!" he roared.
He roared in Fury, the psychic readings around him began to rise sharply, and his eyes emitted terrifying red light.
Whatever he intended to do, Horatio would stop his evil plan.
This time, he would not let this guy harm anyone he intended to protect.
'+Maximum Power+'
Fine cracks suddenly appeared on the Chainaxe.
The Khorne Warrior looked in horror as the bloodthirsty battle-axe, which had followed him through countless battles and severed countless heads, was slowly shattering.
A violent shattering sound erupted, and the Chainaxe exploded into countless fragments, some of which directly pierced the Khorne Warrior's helmet visor, bursting his crimson eyeballs.
"Ah!!!" he shrieked.
Countless mortals had once screamed in terror as they were slain under his iron hand, but he had never imagined that one day he, himself, would be overthrown by a mere ant-like mortal.
The Holy Blood Chainsword pressed down, its high-speed rotating teeth splitting his horned war helmet, and blood and flesh burst from the back of his head.
Amidst screams and wails, Horatio mercilessly reached out his iron hand towards the 'Butcher's Nails' on the forehead of this 'Daemon Prince Angron'.
Before everyone's eyes, Horatio violently pulled upwards, tearing apart the Khorne Warrior's skull with his bare hands, and the fragments and blood plasma that flew into the sky drenched his armor.
Whether it was Shawei Arbitrator, or Sergeant Major Valina, or Louise, and the Blood Angels veterans who witnessed this scene, all felt an incredible astonishment.
"How could he do that…" The injured Arbiter covered his wound and looked at Horatio; the last time he saw him tear apart a lesser Chaos Spawn, he knew this kid was unusual, but tearing apart the skull of a Khorne Chaos Space Marine was just too exaggerated.
"Now, I'm afraid I can't beat this kid." Sergeant Major Valina supported Louise, chuckling self-deprecatingly.
"Horatio…" Louise frowned, her gaze worriedly fixed on Horatio, who was covered in blood.
She feared he would be corrupted, but the faint golden light, vaguely appearing around Horatio, seemed to reassure her.
Only the Blood Angels veterans participating in the battle found that a strange illusion seemed to appear before their eyes—they saw that on the head of this young man, a golden-armored angel was performing the same actions.
That masked angel was so much like their Gene-father, Sanguinius; many Blood Angels were invigorated by it, shouting 'For Sanguinius!' and launching fierce attacks against the enemy.
The Khorne Space Marine's corpse swayed and fell, and Horatio crushed the skull fragments in his hand into dust, scattering them on the ground.
He turned to look at the tide of enemies surging towards him; Blood Angels and subsequent Imperial reinforcements, as well as Battle Sisterss, were fiercely fighting against daemons and Khorne Space Marines, with thousands of people clashing in the massive cathedral.
Every colossal pillar in the cathedral could spark hundreds of people contending with daemons.
In his eyes, it was as if he was standing before the Eternity Gate during the Siege of Terra.
Everything was too similar; countless enemies were about to be annihilated.
Horatio silently swung his sword, striking down every enemy before him; whether it was a Bloodletter or a Space Marine, he was fearless.
Sanguinius's Fury overshadowed all other emotions.
Only a surging and resolute will to fight remained.
He charged to the very front, to the position where Roman Roland was raging, which was also the most dangerous place on the battlefield.
The Brother, deeply engulfed in the Black Rage, had already torn apart three Khorne Space Marines.
Even though his armor was battered and broken from the encirclement, and his helmet shattered, this warrior, who had witnessed the Primarch's death with his own eyes, still retaliated tenfold, unleashing the most terrifying despairing Fury.
His furious peripheral vision caught sight of Horatio fighting beside him.
But in his eyes, it was merely a blurry, peculiar golden light, not Horus, the killer of his Gene-father.
"Ugh ah!!!" The Khorne Warrior wounded by Roman Roland screamed.
The Brother used his sharp teeth to tear off the traitor's ear, ripping the flesh from his face.
His fangs pierced the Khorne Warrior's bone, and with a dull thud, red and white brain matter gushed out.
The next second, the Brother's hand tore off the traitor's entire face, crumpled it into a ball, and, along with his fist, stuffed it into the screaming mouth of the Khorne Warrior.
He unleashed violence while roaring, vowing to repay whatever pain his Gene-father had endured to the 'Horus' before him.
The veterans nearby noticed Roman Roland's abnormality; they knew very well that this was the complete eruption of the Bloodthirst accompanied by the Black Rage.
But soon, as the intensity of the battle continued to escalate.
Under the dual blessings of Khorne and the Angel's power, these Second Company Blood Angels veterans, one after another, experienced the most intense Bloodthirst.
The slaughter in the cathedral was like a melee of gods; destruction impossible for mortals was transforming the solemn and majestic front hall of the entire cathedral into a frontline battlefield.
A daring Thunderhawk Gunship even risked crashing, flying through the wide main entrance and pouring a rain of fire onto the Bloodletters below.
From the aggressive and reckless bombardment, it was clear that even the Space Marine pilot had fallen into the Bloodthirst Fury.
"Mortals, stay back, do not approach!" a Blood Angel Sergeant with golden shoulder pads issued his final roaring warning before the Bloodthirst.
The Blood Angels transformed into devils; their movements were no longer elegant, their entire bodies were their weapons, and they slaughtered daemons and Khorne Chaos Space Marines without regard for consequences, even causing casualties among the frontline mortals at times.
But they were undoubtedly efficient slaughtering machines.
Even the Bloodletters, who had regained their strength, appeared so weak before the dozen or so Blood Angels embracing their genetic flaw.
A red wall, accompanied by bursts of explosions, steadily pushed towards the red tide, until it reached the cathedral's entrance.
Some battle brothers, whose Bloodthirst was at its peak, simply grabbed the corpses of mortals from the ground and drank deeply, allowing their genetically modified bodies to unleash even greater combat power.
"Hold the portal! Our master does not permit our failure; cut off their heads and offer them to Him to adorn His throne!" A Khorne Warrior grabbed his Chainaxe and roared, pointing at the approaching Blood Angel red wall.
"Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the skull throne!"