Chapter 1083 What does it mean that the Primarch is coming?
The Tau forces were still charging as Fulgrim stepped onto the battlefield.
These Tau fire warriors now believed they had victory in their grasp.
Because in front of them, apart from those Space Marines, there was only one target that looked a little taller and seemed a little difficult.
The Fire Warriors stepped over the bodies of their comrades, firing volleys of pulse rifles, and blue light cut through the smoke.
The battlesuits plodded forward, railguns charging, ion cannons locked, and the hydraulic hum of their mech joints. They thought this was going to be a massacre.
But obviously, they were wrong.
The massacre has just begun.
However, this massacre was directed at them.
Fulgrim moved.
His figure turned into a purple-gold afterimage, the flame-shaped sword cut through the air, and the plasma flame drew a gorgeous arc of death.
The first fire warrior didn't even have time to react - his head flew up and blue blood spurted out from his broken neck like a fountain.
Fulgrim's sword did not stop, and he slashed horizontally. Wherever the sword passed, five Tau soldiers were cut in half, and their internal organs and mechanical parts were scattered all over the ground.
The moment the sixth fire warrior raised his pulse rifle and pulled the trigger.
Fulgrim's left hand grasped the barrel of the gun and gave it a gentle squeeze.
The metal twisted, the energy overloaded, and the weapon exploded in his palm, blasting the upper body of the fire warrior into pieces of flesh.
"sad."
He commented quietly, then spun around and slashed down with his sword.
An XV8 battlesuit tried to block with an ion shield, but the plasma flames from the flaming sword melted directly through the energy barrier, splitting the Tau mech in half along with its pilot.
The fuel tank exploded, and flames engulfed the three surrounding fire warriors, whose screams were drowned out by the shrieks of tearing metal.
At this time, the combat uniform troops finally reacted.
Six XV88 heavy mechas opened fire simultaneously, with railgun shells approaching at supersonic speeds, and firepower powerful enough to penetrate the battleship's armor was concentrated on Fulgrim.
However, Fulgrim did not dodge or evade.
The sword flashed, and the first railgun shell was chopped off in mid-air. The shock wave raised dust, but failed to shake him at all.
The second shell grazed his shoulder armor, slightly charring the purple-gold paint, but the Primarch didn't even frown.
Just as the third shell was about to hit his chest, Fulgrim stretched out his left hand, and his five fingers were like knives, directly piercing through the shell of the Tau mecha and crushing the driver's head.
The railgun deflected at the last second, the shell grazed his temple and blasted an entire squad of Fire Warriors behind him into a bloody mist.
"Your skills and courage are nothing compared to us."
He exerted force suddenly, overturning the entire XV88, and then stepped on it, causing the chest cavity of the mecha to collapse, and a mixture of hydraulic oil and blood splashed out.
The Tau commanders finally realized what they were facing.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat--"
He didn't finish his order.
Fulgrim's sword had pierced his throat, and the tip of the sword came out from the back of his neck, carrying a trickle of blue blood.
With a flick of the Primarch's wrist, the Tau commander's head spun high into the air, the headless corpse falling to its knees.
The surrounding fire warriors began to flee.
Too late.
Fulgrim's figure flickered like a ghost, and every time he swung his sword, it brought up a rain of blood.
The first sword slashed horizontally, and the twelve fire warriors were beheaded. Then a thrust, the cores of three battle suits melted and exploded into fireballs. Then, a punch blasted out, the cockpit of the XV104 Storm Mech was dented, and the Tau elite pilot was turned into meat paste.
His battle is not a fight, but an artistic performance - a waltz of death composed of blood, steel and screams.
The battlefield has become a Shura field.
Fulgrim's steps were graceful and deadly, each step precisely calculated, each strike flawlessly executed.
His blade sliced through the air, emitting a high-frequency hum, and plasma fire reduced everything in its path to ash.
An XV95 Spectre battlesuit attempted a sneak attack from behind, its optical camouflage rendering it nearly invisible, but Fulgrim did not even turn his head.
His left hand suddenly reached back and grabbed the mecha's head with his five fingers like steel pliers.
“Bad trick.”
He exerted force suddenly, lifted up the entire mech, and smashed it hard to the ground. The war machine crafted by the Titanium was like a toy in his hands, the armor plate was twisted and deformed, and the dull sound of the driver's bones breaking could be heard from inside.
Fulgrim raised his foot and stepped down with his boots, crushing the mecha's energy core, and the explosion illuminated his perfect face.
The final resistance came from three XV109 battlesuits.
The behemoths deployed their full arsenal of weapons, ion cannons, railguns, and pulse cannons all locked onto Fulgrim. Energy readings soared to dangerous levels, and the air distorted with heat.
The Primarch smiled.
He charged forward, flaming sword raised high, plasma flames surging like a purple-gold sun.
Before the first Sun Suit's fire command could be transmitted to its weapon system, Fulgrim's sword had already pierced its core.
The sword blade pierced through the armor, plasma flames erupted from the inside, and the mecha exploded like a lit torch.
The second battlesuit's railgun finally fired, but Fulgrim dodged sideways and with a flash of his sword, the barrel was neatly severed.
The Tau mech stumbled back, trying to strike back with melee weapons, but the Primarch was faster.
His sword drew a perfect arc, breaking the arms of the battle suit at the shoulders, and then he kicked out, causing the several-ton mecha to fly up like a piece of paper and hit the third battle suit.
The driver of the last Yaoyang battle suit let out a desperate roar and channeled all his energy into the melee system. His power claws flashed with deadly arcs of energy as he grabbed towards Fulgrim.
The Primarch neither dodged nor gave way, and rushed forward with the flaming sword.
The sparks from the metal collision illuminated the entire battlefield. The power claw was split in half by a sword, and the sword's force did not decrease, splitting the entire mecha in half.
The driver was not dead yet. His lower body was still fixed on the seat, but his upper body had slipped to the ground.
Fulgrim looked down and with a single tap of his sword ended the poor creature's life.
When the last fire warrior fell, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
Fulgrim stood in a sea of blood and corpses. The plasma flame of the flaming sword had not yet gone out. The Tau blood on the sword was evaporated by the high temperature and turned into wisps of blue mist rising up.
His purple-gold armor was not stained with blood and was as perfect as new.
"boring."
He said softly, shook off the remaining flesh and blood on the sword, and turned away.
Behind him, hundreds of corpses burned silently, and the wreckage of the Tau army covered the entire battlefield.
The massacre is over.
"How... is this possible..."
The Tau Empire fleet in orbit watched this scene in horror. They quickly ordered their warships to carry out fire support missions, determined to kill the entire humanoid monster here.
