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“Stop that, that laughter!” Fulgrim declared as he slithered to a piece of the carapace that was taller than the Omnissiah, “What do you find so funny?! I have killed your people, destroyed your lines, and now I shall kill you!”
The Omnissiah looked upon his brother and shook his head. Such a simple motion that did not have any words within it but it meant so much. That he was above Fulgrim. That he did not really care.
That he pitied him for what he was, a flea fighting a God.
Fulgrim charged, running towards the Omnissiah. His fury on full display as he was slighted for the last time in existence. Four knives strung out and ready to mince the Omnissiah, his dogs realizing that now was the time to eat the pray they had been looking at.
The only thing the Omnissiah needed to do to retaliate was raising a finger, to help the aim of a brother.
As Fulgrim was in mid swing, ready to remove the head of the Omnissiah, the entire area flashed with light. A teleportation beacon that was tied to the meteor that the Omnissiah had brought onto the planet finished the prepared tether. The Warp was calculated and placed down to a science, so orderly was it processed that not even Chaos could take hold of this moment. Geniuses whose ability will never be made again had finished their scheme.
As Fulgrim leaped, a Warhammer slammed him in the gut. Such strength was in this Warhammer that it had sent the Daemon Primarch flying across the ground. Anger gripped the weapon, a sheer anger that was beyond even Fulgrim’s for he only knew scorn. This one knew what true loss was, to know that he was failing at a task he had set out for himself.
Perturabo stood tall with his gauntlets already poised to shoot, <span class="mu-i">“There you are, Vermin.”</span>
And with those words the Iron Warrior fired his Bolters.
>Let Perturabo have this kill
>Join in the slaughter
>Raise Particep Semper
