He took a deep breath, leading the mortals to retreat, while Celestine turned around to face the approaching Daemon Prince Angron.
Angron's gaze was instantly drawn to the wings on Celestine's back. His steps abruptly halted, his pupils constricted, and memories from ten thousand years ago burned in his mind like a raging inferno.
It was the memory of his final battle with Sanguinius, Sanguinius flapping his wings as he charged at him, holding the Spear of Telesto, and grabbing the Butcher's Nails on his head, tearing them away along with his scalp and skull! That heart-wrenching pain seemed to invade his soul once more.
"Sanguinius!" Angron roared to the sky, his fists clenched, bloodlust consuming him completely once more. His eyes were fierce, staring intently at Celestine,
"Are you his bloodline? His Daughter?"
Celestine did not answer. She was inwardly speechless, wondering why everyone in that family asked her the same question.
Her wings trembled slightly, as if radiating a holy light. She knew that any words were meaningless at this moment. Raising her longsword slightly, she met Angron's gaze and said coldly,
"You face the will of the Emperor."
Before the roar had faded, Angron had already charged forward, swinging his massive chainaxe. Its sharp teeth tore through the air, emitting a piercing roar.
Celestine did not flinch. She spread her wings, leaped high, and directly confronted Angron. The clash of longsword and chainaxe erupted in dazzling sparks, and the roar echoed like thunder in every corner of the battlefield.
Angron's attacks were as wild as a storm, but Celestine's every sword stroke was incredibly precise, like flowing water, soft yet firm. She was not competing with Angron in strength, but rather using skill and speed to parry him, buying every single second for Li Feng and the mortals.
However, Angron's fury could not be suppressed. He swung his massive axe, his movements growing swifter, as if to utterly crush Celestine. He raged, he roared, and the hum of the Butcher's Nails seemed to urge him to greater madness.
"Your wings cannot save them! Sanguinius cannot save you! Father cannot save you!" Angron roared, bringing down an axe with force that sent Celestine sliding back several steps.
Celestine steadied herself, her gaze still calm. She whispered, "The Emperor's light will ultimately shine upon all."
Angron's roar was like thunder, Celestine's holy light like stars; two vastly different powers intertwined on the battlefield, as if freezing time itself.
On the burning battlefield, the clash of light and darkness unfolded like an epic. Celestine's wings, illuminated by holy light, appeared as if a deity had descended. The longsword in her hand emitted a faint but resolute glow, directly confronting Angron's furious power.
However, the gradually revealed disparity in power made the situation increasingly dire.
Each of Angron's axe swings carried an irresistible force, splitting the ground and tearing the air. Celestine was gradually forced into a desperate situation, attempting to use her flying advantage and skill to create distance from Angron. But the Butcher's Nails and Khorne's blessings drove Angron to even greater madness, each strike swifter and more precise.
Finally, a single mistake plunged her into peril. During an evasion, Angron suddenly reached out and seized Celestine's slender ankle.
She struggled, swinging her sword at Angron's wrist, but the immense strength left her helpless. With a roar, Angron slammed her heavily into the ground, shaking the entire battlefield.
"Boom!"
A massive crater was smashed into the earth, and dust billowed. Celestine lay in the deep pit, coughing up blood, her ribs completely shattered, some even piercing her internal organs. She tried to push herself up, her trembling hand gripping her longsword, but the intense pain forced her back to her knees.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Sanguinius's Daughter!" Angron's voice was low and hoarse, filled with mockery and rage.
He slowly walked towards Celestine, scarlet flames now burning on his body, symbolizing Khorne's gaze.
Celestine gritted her teeth, trying to spread her wings to fly away from this demonic enemy. However, Angron gave her no chance to breathe.
He reached out again, grabbing her and lifting her from the ground. Her wings furiously flapped, but she still could not break free from the Daemon Prince's iron grip.
"It's time! To say goodbye to your wings!" Angron roared, tearing with force. The pure white wings were ripped away in a spray of blood, emitting a horrifying sound.
"Ah!!!"
Celestine let out a painful shriek, her body thrown to the ground by Angron like a rag doll.
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