2nd Primarch

Most, no, all of the Primarchs were aloof and paranoid.

80% of the Primarchs, led by Lorca, were confident they could defeat 80% of their brothers.

The remaining 20% were confident they could defeat all their brothers.

Obviously, Number Two and Number Fifteen now belonged to that 20%.

Magnus' body continued to expand, and unimaginable energy surged within him. During the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, he had used this tactic even when he could clearly defeat his opponent with psychic power. He made himself extremely large and tore apart an Ork Warlord-class Titan with his bare hands.

Now, after ten thousand years, he had been sublimated and was far greater than before; the original power of the Supreme Heaven continuously flowed into the Primarch's body. His form covered the sky and the sun. His power was boundless, and he was an incomprehensibly majestic giant! The air he exhaled stirred storms, his eyes became thunder, and his wings covered the sky.

But his pride was short-lived, as Magnus soon realized in panic that no matter how his figure grew or how much his strength increased, he could never surpass the brother in front of him.

The descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion had long been accustomed to fighting and bickering over the long years, and few things could move them.

However, at this moment, all their common sense was overturned.

They stared at the two majestic Primarchs in a daze, fear and shock making them forget to breathe.

Two infinitely tall figures stood in the warp like ancient gods. The boundless Sea of Souls was the stage they trampled upon, the turbulent warp storms the breeze blowing past their ears, and the terrified screams of countless warp creatures were their battle songs.

Two powerful energies struck the surface of the Sea of Souls like heavy punches. The psychic tides stirred, gathering into a raging tsunami that swept everything in its path—even in the nearly infinitely vast subspace, every corner could feel the brothers' confrontation.

The Father paused stirring his soup. Khorne roared excitedly on his brass throne, Treachery laughed uncontrollably, and Slaanesh stared at the Primarchs' bodies hungrily.

The cold, merciless sun emitted infinite light at this moment, and the dazzling golden glow enveloped everything, as if day had risen in the highest sky.

The dark lords hiding in the depths lowered their proud heads. Before they could prepare fully, they dared not look directly at the Primarchs' majesty.

But the two brothers in battle had no time for such concerns. In the eyes of the great demigods, only victory was worth pursuing at this moment.

"No, this is impossible! Number Two, how could you do this?" Primarch Number Fifteen seemed to have glimpsed a truth that was difficult for him to comprehend, and his only remaining eye burst into dozens of colors of light.

"Put away your boring tricks, Magnus." Dukel said calmly. The scarlet cloak representing countless bloody battles fluttered behind him, and his whole body burned with a spiritual flame between reality and illusion.

His tall, strong form stood straight. His bright eyes were filled with passionate fighting spirit, and his long black hair danced wildly in the storm of infinite energy.

Dukel stepped forward, and in just a few steps, he was in front of Magnus.

The descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion hurriedly avoided Dukel's path, feeling fortunate to escape his wrath.

Helpless, they wanted to move closer to their genetic father, but Magnus signaled them to retreat.

Even though they were Astartes, the battles between lesser gods in the High Heavens were far beyond their ability to participate in.

"I have always been myself, and I have always been consistent. But you, Magnus, when did you become so arrogant as to think you could defeat me?"

Dukel's eyes were so bright they could not be looked at directly. "I am the symbiosis of all things, and the end of all things. I am the original walker and the creator of the intersection. In this space beyond the real universe, our essence is clearly visible. Through the human skin created by the Emperor for us, this is our true appearance."

"Now that you know this, are you willing to pledge allegiance to God?" Magnus asked.

"I do come with an oath, but I am not like you, who can only wag your tail and beg for mercy. I swear to illuminate the universe with the light of human will, and my flame will burn away all the evil of chaos in the galaxy for me!"

"And you, my brother, are as lowly as an ant and as stupid as a pig. You are not even worthy to be my enemy!"

"Hahaha, so that's how it is, Duke. I understand. I completely understand." Hearing Number Two's ridicule, Magnus did not get angry, but instead laughed. He even laughed wildly.

"They all thought you had woken up from a state of loss of control from which there was no return, but in fact, you never woke up! You were just crazy! Completely crazy!"

"My brother, you are so pathetic!"

"There is no point in saying more. Let me see what you have gained from your master." Dukel raised the scarlet chainsaw sword, The Devil's Weeping Blood, in his hand.

"I promise you won't be disappointed!"

What kind of battle broke out between the Primarchs in the short period that followed is unknown to the mortals present.

In fact, all the senses of the descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion were completely disrupted by the flames ignited by Dukel's charge. They could only vaguely see a large amount of storm and thunder erupting from the top of the demon Primarch's staff.

Before these fallen Space Marines could recover from the blow, they were knocked to the ground by the sweeping storm, even though they were already countless miles away. And this was just the aftermath of the fight between the two demigods.

The primordial might of the Supreme Heaven continuously poured into the bodies of the two demigods. Magnus' entire body surged with brilliance like a supernova explosion, radiating tremendous energy.

Dukel was completely transformed into an endless, indiscriminately burning wildfire, emitting the light of tens of millions of stars, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Magnus, wrapped in flames, fluttered his wings, and vortexes of azure runes rolled around him. The magic power of the Wizard King dispersed the flames like a meteor, stirring up storms and thunder in the red wildfire.

As soon as the two Primarchs clashed, the aftermath of their battle smashed the Great Pyramid and collapsed the magnificent palace. The mortal slaves kept by the Thousand Sons were reduced to ashes because they could not escape in time.

Dukel pressed forward step by step. In the red firelight, the scarlet chainsaw sword moved like a snake, buzzing and leaving tears in the robe of the Crimson King.

With the power of the Primarch, the ferocious chainsaw slashed through Magnus' supernatural body again and again, each tear accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream.

A loud noise, enough to make the Thousand Sons panic, echoed on the battlefield. Magnus' staff, carrying the thunder of destructive power, collided with the flaming chainsaw sword.

An impact like a planetary explosion suddenly erupted, and the brutal shockwave vented its fury. The metal walls carved with runes were torn into pieces, and the surrounding palaces were all razed to the ground.

The heirs of the Thousand Sons spat out the blood stuck in their throats. They struggled to stand up, shook off the debris on their power armor, and tried hard to look towards the battlefield.

Magnus angrily mobilized his psychic energy and cast countless psychic spells in the void. He wanted to fight against the invasion of fire, but he was so powerless.

Soon a huge hand stretched out from the flames, grabbed his head, and crashed him to the ground.

Boom!

The two demigods fell from mid-air, hitting the ground heavily like meteors. The aftermath blew away the Thousand Sons who had just stood up.

"Protect my Lord!"

The Thousand Sons screamed one after another. Unclean chants rang out from the mouths of the wizards, and ominous runes filled with blasphemy began to mobilize the energy of the High Heavens.

The Great Pyramid of Tizca began to crumble under the ravages of the Primarch's power, and the rune shield enveloping the entire Thousand Sons fleet flickered, as if it would be completely shattered in the next second.

"The rune shield is maintained by the power of my father," a Thousand Sons Blood Heir shouted. "The current situation shows that our master is getting weaker!"

The dust and smoke that stirred up the gravel gradually dissipated.

In the center of an extremely huge meteorite crater, the figures of the two demigods appeared again.

Magnus lay on the ground. The arcane runes that had been flashing in various colors dissipated, revealing his miserable figure. His chest had completely collapsed, leaving horrifying lacerations on the great demigod's body. His head was stepped on by iron boots, and one of the wings behind him was torn off, revealing broken white bones.

Dukel still held his bloody wings in his hand and had not put down the chainsword in his right hand. He looked down at his brother, as if waiting for him to pick up the will to fight again.

"Can you stand up and fight me again, brother?"

The Primarch asked with great interest, his bright eyes still showing an unfinished passion for battle.