Warhammer Divine Throne

"Massacre! A complete massacre, Ruth brought his army and slaughtered my homeworld, killed every Thousand Sons warrior he saw, slaughtered every living thing they encountered!"

"Why? Father, I ask you, why? I had clearly given up resisting, I had accepted your judgment, why did you order Ruth to do this, aren't we all your children? Why?!!!"

Hearing Magnus's accusation, Roboute Kiliman sighed, his face full of sorrow, half of the former brothers had rebelled, but the vast majority had their own grievances.

Thinking this in his heart, Kiliman's hands did not stop, and more than a dozen Chaos Space Marines were chopped into pieces by him.

Evil must be eradicated, today not a single traitor will successfully retreat.

"...Ruth was deceived, under Tzeentch's schemes, he was blinded, he believed you had completely fallen." The Emperor's words were still cold, to Magnus's disappointment, the Master of Humans' face lacked any sign of remorse, instead, the Emperor calmly observed Magnus's appearance after becoming a demon: "Look at your current appearance, Magnus, do you think you have the right to say these things?"

Greater anger and madness surged in Magnus's heart, the Demon Primarch roared furiously, the single eye projecting endless hatred, the five-meter-tall Demon Primarch spread his wings, swooping across the battlefield, flying straight towards the Emperor.

On the battlefield of the Moon, the Thousand Sons were in retreat, the army with the Emperor and Kiliman was indeed too extravagant, traitors were shredded one after another, turned into debris.

Magnus seemed oblivious to all this, the Demon Primarch, in his fury, had almost forgotten everything, he raised his blade staff towards that supreme figure, scorching molten lava splashed from the Emperor's feet, subspace flames covered the Emperor's towering figure.

But the filthy energy could not harm the Emperor in the slightest, the Master of Humans easily shattered all of Magnus's efforts with just a thought.

"Father! You owe me an answer, I need an explanation! Why? Why!!!" Magnus charged straight at the Emperor, the raised Staff of Wandering expressing the son's anger.

The figure of the giant beast descended from the sky with overwhelming momentum, the Demon Primarch's blade staff moved so fast it was almost unbelievable, the tip of the whistling blade nearly appeared before the Emperor in an instant.

The Emperor flashed and retreated, calmly dodging the blow, leaving only a burst of witchcraft energy and sparks in the cold void.

"Don't you want an explanation, Magnus?" The Emperor finally raised his head, his brow furrowed, left hand holding his sword, right hand clenched into a fist, with no emotional fluctuation in his tone: "Don't rush, here it is."

The stars trembled, the earth shook, unparalleled energy was gathering on the Emperor's right fist, a colorful flow of light circulated around the Emperor, gradually transforming into a massive golden power.

No one could describe the power of this punch, in the dazzling white light, the Emperor's iron fist swept through the void of the Moon's surface like a cannonball, imprinted with overwhelming force on Magnus's crimson face.

The entire lunar surface trembled under the power of the Master of Humans.

"Boom!!!" Magnus's face was deeply sunken, the Demon Primarch was hit so hard he couldn't even make a sound, red skin rolled, forming waves, and two blood-stained front teeth flew out of his mouth.

"Ooh ooh! Ahhh!" The Demon Primarch was sent flying, rolling several times on the barren surface of the Moon, but the Emperor gave no respite to his rebellious son, his sword opened Magnus's chest, and every strike of his iron fist left fatal wounds on Magnus.

"Oh! Ah!!" Only Magnus's screams echoed on the battlefield.

"Taking yourself too clever." The Emperor's sword pierced through Magnus's chest.

"Indulging in depravity." The Emperor's iron fist smashed again on Magnus's face, the Demon Primarch's nose was hit awry, and his blood formed peculiar-shaped mushrooms on the barren Moon surface.

"Underestimating yourself." The Emperor's spiritual energy seared Magnus's soul, the Demon Primarch's wails were endless.

The demons and Chaos Space Marines on the battlefield had been completely annihilated, and those left witnessed a one-sided beating, Magnus had no power to fight back in front of his father.

Punch after punch, sword after sword, Magnus's whole face had no good places, the armor all over his body was battered to pieces by the Emperor, the father's fury burning across the entire lunar surface and in the hearts of all human troops.

This was the anger of the Master of Humans, his fury at Magnus for disappointing him.

The Demon Primarch was beaten by his father until there wasn't a single good tooth left in his mouth, the intense pain was unbearable even for Magnus.

Finally, the bloodied Magnus lost his strength to resist, he howled and fell to the ground in the distance, taking advantage of this gap, the Demon Primarch barely pulled away from his father, his face swollen and bruised, his crooked nose dripping two long trails of blood, the Emperor did not pursue further, instead, the reborn father raised his fist.