Chapter 1165: The Iron Hand Attacks

Ruth spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Stop using those tricks, you worm. Hit me if you want!"

Fulgrim suddenly played the neural harp, and the sound waves turned into physical blades that swept over.

Russ rolled to avoid it, and the ground where he was standing was cut into a gully several meters deep.

What's even more terrifying is that where those sonic blades passed, the structure of reality began to collapse, revealing the wriggling subspace behind it.

"You still don't understand." Fulgrim sighed and plucked the second string. "Pain can be so... beautiful."

Ruth suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and the wound there began to mutate, with the flesh and blood twisted into the shape of a miniature human face.

He swung the axe without hesitation to cut off the rotten flesh, and laughed as the blood spurted out: "That's all the trick you can do?"

"Of course not only that, the battle between us has just begun, my dear brother." Fulgrim sneered.

As Fulgrim's voice fell like a loud bell, the sword blade, which was already flashing with cold light, seemed to be given new life, and it rushed towards Leman Russ again like lightning!

Leman Russ's chest rose and fell violently, and his heavy breathing seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet space.

From the wound on his abdomen, dark red blood was constantly oozing out from the hideous crack, as if the vitality in his body was draining away from the wound bit by bit.

However, despite the severe damage his body had suffered, Leman Russ's eyes were still fixed on Fulgrim, who was only ten steps away.

In his wolf eyes, there burned a ball of cold yet fiery rage, as if he wanted to completely burn the fallen Primarch before him.

Opposite Leman Russ, Fulgrim stood leisurely in a distorted halo like an elegant dancer.

His four arms each held a different blasphemous weapon, and the evil aura emanating from these weapons was chilling.

The snake's tail behind him was swaying slowly, and the scales covering it emitted a sickening iridescence under the refraction of light.

"You are still so... barbaric, my dear Russ." Fulgrim's voice seemed to be made of the finest honey, so sweet that one could almost be intoxicated by it.

But beneath this sweet appearance, there is a sneer as sharp as a knife. "After so much time, you still only know how to use your pitiful brute force to solve problems."

Russ raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a ferocious smile, and his bloody fangs looked particularly dazzling in the darkness.

"It's better than becoming a monster like you, Fulgrim." He deliberately called the other party by his old nickname, with undisguised sarcasm in his voice.

A trace of gloom flashed across Fulgrim's perfect face for a moment, as if Russ's words had pierced his heart.

However, he quickly regained his composure, and his four eyes, two of which were human eyes and two of which were vertical pupils of snakes, narrowed almost at the same time, revealing a cold murderous intent.

"You don't understand... the meaning of perfection." Fulgrim's voice was low and cold, like a demon from hell.

Before he finished speaking, Fulgrim suddenly moved.

His movements were as fast as lightning, so fast that they were beyond the limits of human vision.

The neural whip in his right hand was like lightning, lashing towards Rus' eyes at an astonishing speed; the poisonous blade in his left hand was like a venomous snake coming out of a hole, piercing Rus' throat; the magic harps in his upper hands played at the same time, emitting a hallucinogenic sound wave that made people dizzy; and his snake tail was like a deadly stinger, aiming at Rus' knees.

This series of attacks came like a violent storm, catching people off guard.

Russ showed no sign of retreating in the face of Fulgrim's fierce attack.

His body seemed to have merged with the Frostfang Axe. The memory of his muscles was activated in an instant, and the axe drew a silver arc like lightning, accurately blocking the whip of the neural whip.

At the same time, he quickly turned his head and narrowly avoided the attack of the poisonous blade, but the blade still left a shallow blood mark on his cheek.

Immediately afterwards, the sonic attack came like a surging wave, but Russ was not afraid. He opened his mouth and let out a deafening wolf howl.

The roar sounded like that from an ancient beast, full of primitive power. It collided with the magical sound waves and produced a violent shock wave.

At this moment, the snake's tail attacked like lightning. Russ was prepared, he quickly raised his leg, and the spikes of his power boots collided fiercely with the poisonous needles of the snake's tail, splashing a dazzling spark in an instant.

"Too slow!" Ruth spat out a mouthful of blood foam, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, "Is this the limit of your 'perfection'?"

Fulgrim's mouth curled up slightly, outlining a dangerous smile: "This is just a warm-up."

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and rushed towards Ruth again like a ghost.

The sword in his hand danced like a storm, and the four weapons coordinated with the snake's tail to form an impenetrable attack net.

Each sword contained blasphemous energy, and wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to hiss in pain.

Ruth responded with violence in its purest form.

Every swing of his battle axe carries the power to split mountains and split rocks. The simple and direct chop contains thousands of honed fighting skills.

When Fulgrim's magic sword stabbed at him, he deliberately blocked it with his shoulder armor. At the moment the blade was stuck in the armor, he hit the opponent's nose with a headbutt.

"boom!"

Fulgrim stumbled back, his perfect nose collapsed and pale golden blood dripped down his chin.

But the next second, his wounds began to heal.

"See?" The Fallen Primarch wiped the blood away. "This is evolution."

Rus sneered: "Regenerate like a maggot? I would rather die like a warrior."

During the break in the fight, the two men faced each other at a distance of ten steps.

Russ could feel the poison spreading through his veins, and hallucinations began to form at the edge of his vision.

He saw the dead Wolf Guards standing beside him, and heard the cold wind of Fenris howling in his ears, but he gritted his teeth and suppressed these visions.

"You will not hold out much longer," Fulgrim said quietly, his voice traveling directly into Russ's mind. "Join us... you can fight forever, hunt forever..."

Russ suddenly laughed: "Is this your trick? Using sweet words to seduce me?" He raised his battle axe and taunted him without hesitation.

For the first time, Fulgrim's face was completely distorted, and his four arms trembled at the same time: "You!..."

"Have you hit me where it hurts?" Russ took the opportunity to charge forward, aiming his battle axe straight at the opponent's neck.

Fulgrim's snake pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting the cold light that split the air.

His four arms tensed at the same time, and the amethysts embedded in the joints cracked due to the sudden force.

With the axe blade just inches away from his throat, the Fallen Primarch displayed amazing flexibility.

His body bent backwards as if it had no bones, and his snake tail drew deep grooves in the ruins, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

"My brother, I never meant to deceive you..."

Fulgrim's voice still maintained the aria-like rhythm, but the ending note was already trembling slightly.

His slender fingertips brushed across the gorgeous shoulder armor that was torn by the axe wind, and the mother-of-pearl that was originally inlaid there was now falling off.

Leman Russ's nostrils twitched, smelling the sweet smell of fear in the air.

His thick fingers tightened on the axe handle, and his knuckles made a popping sound: "Haha, shit." This Fenris swear word was spoken by him in Gothic, with a kind of rough poetry.

Just as Fulgrim's snake tail was about to recharge its power, Russ suddenly jumped up.

His charge was completely unskillful, yet carried the terrifying power of a collapsing glacier.

Before the Fallen Primarch could even form an elegant sword stance, a giant hand with rough calluses grabbed his neck.

"you..."

Fulgrim's harp nails scratched Russ's cheek, leaving a string of blood, but it could not prevent himself from being thrown to the ground.

When his six-meter-long body smashed into the ruins, the entire battlefield shook.

Countless exquisite gems burst out from the armor, drawing sad parabolas in the pale sunlight.

Russ's knee pressed hard on Fulgrim's breastplate, and spider-web-like cracks immediately appeared on the ornate adamantine plate.

For the first time, the Fallen Primarch showed a look of panic. His flawless face was only inches away from the barbarian's blood-stained face, and he could clearly see the cold anger burning in the other's wolf eyes.

"Russ! You still..." Fulgrim's four arms struggled frantically, and the magic sword was about to pierce the opponent's kidney, but was interrupted by the sudden shock.

The Frostfang Axe smashed into the ground beside his ear with tremendous force. This was no ordinary chop.

Russ poured all his strength into it, and the moment the axe blade touched the ground, the surface within a hundred meters rolled like waves.

The ruins where the two men were located suddenly collapsed several meters, and the shock wave blew away the soldiers from both sides fighting nearby.

Fulgrim's eardrums were shattered and pale golden blood oozed out of his seven orifices.

His proud silver hair was covered in dust, and most of the scales on his snake tail had fallen off due to the intense friction.

What frightened him even more was that the battle axe pressed against his chest was slowly being raised, and the barbarian was preparing to launch a fatal blow.

In that moment when time seemed to stand still, Fulgrim's thoughts were unusually clear.

He saw the bulging veins on Rus's muscular arms, the cold light flashing in the gap of the battle axe's blade, and even the path of the white mist exhaled by the other party condensing in the cold air.

But there was no time to dodge.

“Take my punch!”

Russ's left fist came with a sonic boom. This attack did not contain any fancy techniques, but only the purest brutal force from the Fenris Icefield.

The moment his fist touched the visor, Fulgrim's purple-gold helmet, which was carefully forged by the Dark Mechanicus, shattered like glass.

The fallen primarch's mind went blank. He vaguely realized that his nose was collapsed, his lips were torn, and the vision of his left eye was stained with blood.

Even more terrifying were the gems inlaid on his facial armor, the teardrop-shaped rubies that symbolized his eternal beauty, and the diamond-shaped amethysts that represented the grace of Slaanesh.

At this moment, it was turning into shiny powder, mixing with blood and sliding down his cheeks.

"Haha! Now you look much better! Traitor!"

Russ's laughter struck Fulgrim's eardrums like a blunt force weapon.

The fallen Primarch's remaining sanity collapsed at this moment.

He didn't care about tactics or elegance. His four arms frantically grabbed the enemy on top of him, and the poisonous stinger of his snake's tail stabbed out recklessly.

But the Wolf King had anticipated this reaction. He easily dodged the chaotic attack and smashed Fulgrim's deformed face with another heavy punch.

This time he heard the crisp sound of cartilage crushing and felt the touch of his knuckles and the bridge of his nose completely collapsed.

“You know what?” Russ gasped, raising his fist covered in golden blood to examine it. “This is the real you—ugly, fragile, and vulnerable.”

Fulgrim's mind palace was crumbling. Tens of thousands of years of self-hypnotic illusions of perfection, lies about eternal beauty, were now shattered by the barbarian's iron fist.

The face he was so proud of now looked like a doll torn by a bear, and what was even more terrifying was that he was actually afraid, afraid of death, afraid of failure, and afraid of being seen like this by everyone.

As Russ's axe rose once more, Fulgrim made the most humiliating decision in ten thousand years.

His snake tail suddenly broke off by itself, and what spurted out was not blood but pink mist.

At the moment when Russ was affected by the hallucinogenic gas, the Fallen Primarch used the last of his strength to tear open the Warp rift.

"This is not the end..." Fulgrim's broken body slowly sank into the rift, but his voice was unclear due to the damage on his face, "I will... come back..."

Russ swung his axe at the closing rift, only cutting off a few strands of silver hair.

He stared at the hair that was still wriggling in his hand, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Run, worm! Tell your master -" The laughter stopped abruptly, and the wolf king's face became extremely ferocious, "It's the next one!"

In the eyes of the surviving Space Wolves around, their Primarch stood on top of the ruins, with the shattered snake tail remnants and gem powder under his feet, and the gradually dissipating Warp fog behind him.

This scene will be forever engraved in their genetic memory, this is the moment when the wolf king tears apart perfection.

"For Fenris! For the Primarch!"

"Praise the Primarch! Woohoo! Woohoo!"

The Space Wolves shouted excitedly, victory was just around the corner.

"Wait a minute, where's that bastard Bone Crusher?"

Just as everyone was cheering, Leman Russ suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Damn it! He let this guy get away!"

"Come on!"

Only then did Leman Russ realize that Bonebreaker had quietly left here while he was fighting Fulgrim. At this moment, only the remnants of the Orcs, Space Wolves, and Chaos Space Marines who had not yet retreated were left on the battlefield.

"Pursuit!"

On the other side, Fulgrim fled back to the battleship in a panic. He used the power of the warp to repair his twisted body. Purple and fragrant smoke filled the room.

Just as Fulgrim was recuperating from his injuries, a figure he had never expected appeared in orbit. A Queen of Glory-class battleship belonging to the Iron Hands launched a boarding attack on the battleship Fulgrim was on.