Chapter 568: The Manipulated Wa Banxian

Intense light and heat consumed an entire planet, reducing all things to pure plasma in an instant.

Vashthor hung in the void, watching this cataclysmic scene with an appreciative gaze.

Though Zhou Yun was Vashthor's rival, as the embodiment of destructive creativity, Vashthor could not help but admire the weapon known as the Earth Destruction Bomb.

He tried to comprehend its principles but found them profoundly obscure and complex—even Vashthor could not decipher even a fraction of a percent of its workings.

Though Vashthor's curiosity and thirst for knowledge drove him to continue unraveling its secrets, he knew he could not waste time here—he must return swiftly to support the battle above Korenal.

A wooden door, red with pink hues, suddenly opened beside Vashthor.

Vashthor's body stiffened as the door burst open, spilling out a muscular man with a shaved head, swinging a baseball bat wreathed in roaring Emperor's Fire straight at Vashthor's face.

Saint Doraemon seated—Panghu the Great Demon.

Through the prayers of Saint Doraemon's followers, Panghu the Great Demon had already reconstituted his body and reappeared in the material universe.

The bat, wreathed in blazing fire, slammed hard into Vashthor's face.

Vashthor, after all, was an entity of the Warp—Emperor's Fire was his natural antithesis; struck so suddenly, he staggered backward.

At that moment, another red-and-pink wooden door opened behind Vashthor.

Panghu the Great Demon thrust his bat into Vashthor's chest, shoving him straight into the portal.

Vashthor's surroundings instantly shifted—he opened his eyes to find himself inside a corridor woven from light.

The Webway!

Vashthor was slightly startled—the attack had come too suddenly, even he had been caught off guard.

How had Saint Doraemon foreseen that he would bring the Earth Destruction Bomb here?

This defied all basic logic!

But Vashthor had no time to think.

A Space Marine clad entirely in shadow emerged from his side, swinging a chainsword.

Simultaneously, a Battle Sister, her body scarred by burns, thrust forward a power spear wrapped in battle standards.

The chainsword and the standards both aimed for Vashthor's neck, as if seeking to sever his head in one blow.

Vashthor's mind operated at incredible speed—he completed a series of evasions in an instant.

Yet the Space Marine and the Battle Sister seemed to have anticipated his movements—the chainsword and standards were already waiting in his evasion paths.

The spear pierced Vashthor's hip bone; the chainsword bit into his ribs, instantly locking his movements.

Battle Sister Lenna and the Nightlord Tithus.

Their timing was perfect—Vashthor felt utterly helpless.

Vashthor struggled to resist, but then a shrill, piercing song rang out.

"I am Panghu!! I am the King of Children!!"

"Crimson Angels! True to the Blood of Sanguinius!"

"Monsters! You have betrayed it all!!"

Captain Finney roared, his bolter roaring as it shattered the skull of a grotesque, mutated beast.

Just before the General Cannon descended, the Primarch Leman Russ suddenly summoned a dense forest, drawing Finney and the Crimson Angels into its depths, transporting them to safety, while he himself vanished into the trees alone.

Finney led the loyal Crimson Angels and reinforcements who arrived shortly after, launching an assault on the corrupted, fallen monsters atop Korenal.

"Finney! Are you blind!? Can't you see the glory Sanguinius has granted us?!"

"You damned traitor! Repent now!!"

The former Chief Priest of the Crimson Angels rained bolter fire at Finney.

The Chief Priest's current state was grotesque—he had become a monstrous creature nearly five to six meters tall, his body covered in glistening black muscle oozing blood, fused grotesquely with his original power armor.

Most horrifying was his face—huge and riddled with holes, each hole hanging a chain that dragged a searing incense burner.

From those burners poured thick smoke reeking of blood, driving the bat-like monsters surrounding him into frenzied, suicidal rage as they charged toward Finney.

The most dangerous aspect was that the smoke not only stirred the monsters' fury but also awakened the rage of other Astartes who carried Sanguinius's blood—extremely perilous.

"You call this the glory of Sanguinius? Nazareth! Open your eyes! You've become nothing but ugly monsters!"

"Look back at the mortals you've slaughtered and farmed—did Sanguinius teach you to massacre them like this?"

Finney took cover, pouring out fire while cursing the Chief Priest named Nazareth.

Behind them lay the Crimson Angels' breeding pens for mortals—Finney's assault on this place was meant to rescue those humans.