Chapter 675: Horus: Ezekyle! I'm going to kill you!

Hammer against hammer, *Breaker of Furnaces* collided with *Breaker of Worlds*, instantly setting off a fierce wind roar.

Fulgrim's speed was faster than the clone Horus; the power armor on his body was lighter, more flexible, and easier to exert the speed brought by the Primarch's extraordinary physique.

And the clone Horus was more ferocious; the heavy armor on his body was heavier, more powerful, and every time he swung the war hammer in his hand, it was like setting off a storm of destruction, a storm eye.

Fulgrim jumped lightly, dodging the fierce wind set off by Horus's heavy hammer, and at the same time, the *Breaker of Furnaces* in his hand rolled up a bright light like furnace fire, seizing the flaw exposed when Horus attacked and smashed down.

But Horus was Horus after all. Even though he was just a clone, the combat instinct engraved in his genes still made him make the correct decision.

Horus didn't dodge at all, but instead charged toward Fulgrim like a reckless metal giant.

The *Breaker of Furnaces* smashed onto Horus's body, the heavy hammer setting off light like furnace fire. The heavy armor on Horus's body twisted and deformed, but at the same time, the *Breaker of Furnaces* was also blocked by Horus's huge body.

The clone Horus crashed into Fulgrim's embrace, and the *Breaker of Worlds* war hammer swung up from bottom to top, smashing toward Fulgrim's delicate chin.

Fulgrim was shocked by the wildness displayed by Horus.

He looked at the eyes hidden between the layers of muscles of the Wolf God, as if seeing the manifestation of destructive power in the present world.

But Fulgrim laughed out loud. He felt his blood flowing at an accelerated rate, an indescribable excitement and joy erupting in his body.

Fulgrim didn't hesitate to abandon the *Breaker of Furnaces* war hammer, liberated his body, and relied on speed far beyond mortals to step back one step. His nose tip brushed past Horus's *Breaker of Worlds* war hammer by only a few millimeters.

Then, Fulgrim, empty-handed, swung his fists.

The fists covered in purple-gold gauntlets smashed toward Horus's face like a rainstorm.

The sound of flesh and metal colliding rang out, and blood points splashed from under the fists Fulgrim kept swinging—

*CRACK!! *

Fulgrim's left arm was suddenly strangled by Horus.

The clone Warmaster exerted force with one hand, forcibly prying Fulgrim's arm open, exposing his own bleeding face to Fulgrim's eyes.

"I—"

*BANG!!! *

Just as the Warmaster opened his mouth, Fulgrim punched Horus on the chin.

"YOU!!!" Horus's voice was furious.

Fulgrim punched him on the nose, followed by the eye socket, forehead, and cheek.

Fulgrim tried to use pain to force Horus to let go of his arm.

But Horus's arm became increasingly powerful, and his fingers even embedded into Fulgrim's arm armor.

He exerted force suddenly, and Fulgrim felt the world spinning. The clone Horus actually threw Fulgrim up with one hand, drew an arc in the air, and smashed him heavily toward the ground behind him.

The entire Murder planet seemed to be shaking, as if a thunderbolt had exploded under the ground. With Horus and Fulgrim as the center, the ground within three or four meters around them also sank.

Fulgrim felt dizzy, and every bone in his body was wailing and in pain.

But Fulgrim couldn't help but laugh.

Blood was flowing rapidly in his body, and joy was being produced in his body.

+We must destroy him!! +

That voice said in Fulgrim's mind.

Fulgrim nodded in agreement.

He wanted to kill the clone of the Warmaster to prove that he was far from just a clone.

He was a true Primarch, having long since embarked on the path of perfection.

The clone Horus gripped the *Breaker of Worlds* power hammer with both hands, and the rolling fierce wind followed the heavy hammer and smashed toward Fulgrim on the ground.

But Fulgrim rolled flexibly, dodging the heavy hammer that smashed toward his head, and then he rolled his body, stood up, and at the same time grabbed the *Breaker of Furnaces* war hammer on the side.

Fulgrim swung the *Breaker of Furnaces* war hammer and collided with the *Breaker of Worlds* in Horus's hand. The energy fields released by the two war hammers were like two stars colliding, fusing, and crushing each other.

And in the eyes of the Astartes around, Fulgrim and Horus themselves were as hot as stars.

Fulgrim was like a bright sun in his prime, hot, perfect, and flawless. Not even a sunspot could be found on his photosphere. The gold and purple light constantly released from his body made people feel their skin sting.

Horus was like the first star rising when midnight was approaching, hot, powerful, and angry, swearing to burn midnight into ashes. The destructive power constantly emanating from his body made people feel awe.

Hammer collided with hammer again, the Murder planet shook, the dark clouds tore apart, and the thin light of the setting sun passed through the cracks, sprinkling on the two true stars.

But besides these two hot stars on this battlefield, there were two planets whose intersection was equally hot.

The Helbrute Abaddon constantly poured bullets toward the Primaris-Head, and the "Xiongnu" daemon of the heartless slaughter domain residing in his body also constantly released fatal arrows, trying to shoot the Primaris-Head.

The Primaris-Head constantly relied on the teleportation ability granted by the superhuman training box and his own psychic power to constantly circle with Abaddon.

Psychic power coming from nature, from the cycle of life and death, and from the storm was woven into runes. If a Rune Priest of Fenris were here, he would definitely marvel at the power displayed by the Primaris-Head.

But it was not just the cold wind of Fenris; other types of psychic power were also circling around the Primaris-Head.

Spells intertwined with fate and woven with wisdom as the skeleton.

Curses that were almost indistinguishable from superstition and turned into curses based on numbers.

Storms mixed with the spirituality of nature and turned into storms with balance as the philosophy.

The powers of the Space Wolf Rune Priest, the Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard, the Death Guard Numerology Master, and the White Scars Storm Seer were all displayed on him.

The intense happiness brought by the navel gas shrouded him. He could perceive that his cells were being constantly torn by the surging psychic power, felt his muscles tearing because of over-mobilizing the power in his genes, and the pain brought by genetic defects was also constantly sprouting between his nerves.

But he couldn't perceive the pain. His body was entirely under his control. Pain could not restrain him, could not limit him.

The unbridled psychic power roared toward Abaddon. The psychic flames constantly burst out in the Primaris-Head's eyes, and the Helbrute Abaddon could hardly approach the Primaris-Head in the face of such wild psychic power.

Twelve minutes and thirty-one seconds left... the Primaris-Head calculated the effective time of the navel gas.

But at this moment, the Primaris-Head's nose tip smelled a faint floral fragrance.

In this instant, the Primaris-Head seemed to see thousands of weird scarlet flowers slowly blooming, drilling into his body.

Poppy, a Slaaneshi daemon born from addictive drugs that once had a significant impact on humanity, was venting its power.

This daemon silently infiltrated its will into the Primaris-Head's body, trying to drown him with pleasure, joy, and happiness.

"Hmm?" The poppy daemon let out a soft hum.

Its will felt something wrong after entering the Primaris-Head's body.

It... it felt immense joy within the body of the Primaris Primarch.