Just as the blasphemous ritual reached its climax, and space was forcibly twisted and torn—
"BOOM!!!"
Hathor, like a hammer of divine punishment, plummeted into the hall directly from the breach she had violently torn open above the fortress!
The terrifying impact caused the entire hall to tremble violently, the corrupted floor beneath her feet instantly covered in a web of cracks, and even the blasphemous altar shook violently, causing a slight disruption in the ritual's energy flow!
"A… new… toy?" Grotesque's cloudy compound eyes turned towards Hathor, its viscous voice carrying a hint of annoyance and malice from being interrupted.
But when its perception of filth truly locked onto this invading giant, a tremor from the depths of its soul caused its massive body to imperceptibly pause.
The entity before it… that exceptionally tall, oppressive form, the sheer sense of power radiating from its very presence, hot and violent like the core of a furnace… made it feel a long-forgotten, almost instinctive dread.
"Toy?" Hathor's voice was as cold as the void's chill, her gaze sweeping over the still-operating blasphemous altar and the twisted spatial vortex, "I am the judgment come to end your pile of rotten flesh and its filthy tricks!"
Without further ado, World Breaker, carrying the might to shatter stars, whipped up a violent energy storm and slammed down on Grotesque!
At the same time, Horuss Claw tore through the air, five deadly silver streaks aiming directly for the Daemon Lord's vital organs!
Grotesque roared, raising its plague scythe to block.
"CLANG—!!!" A terrifying clang, far exceeding the limit of metal impact, exploded!
The ethereal blue disintegrating force field violently collided with the foul plague psychic energy, energy sparks scattering like shattered stars!
Grotesque's massive body was actually slammed back a step by the immense force contained within World Breaker, the viscous rotten flesh floor beneath its feet cracking and collapsing into deep pits!
Hathor's movements were so fast they left only afterimages on the retina, the shriek of Horuss Claw tearing through the air following close behind!
Although Grotesque struggled to twist its body to evade, its thick plague plate armor was still torn open in several bone-deep gashes, foul blood spurting out like ruptured pustules!
"Pain… is Father Nurgle / Nurgle's… gift!" Grotesque roared madly in agony, the corrupted flesh at its wounds writhing and proliferating wildly, attempting to heal.
Ignoring its injuries, it swung its scythe, unleashing a wave of foul blade light in a fierce counterattack, while simultaneously, from the gaps in its rotten torso, large clouds of highly toxic plague spores, like rolling waves of yellowish-green dense fog, spewed forth and surged towards Hathor.
However, the corner of its compound eye remained fixed on the altar—Hathor's overwhelming strength and speed, while enraging the Daemon Lord, also left an indelible, primal dread deep within its heart.
Hathor's energy shield instantly hummed, flaring to maximum intensity, as the deadly spore cloud crashed against it, emitting a dense, sizzling corrosive sound, completely repelled.
She moved like the most precise killing engine, evading and advancing amidst the Daemon Lord's frenzied attacks.
The heavy World Breaker was wielded in her hands like a Warhammer, each strike carrying the might to shatter mountains; the deadly Horuss Claw transformed into silver lightning tearing through space, each swing precisely seeking joints, tendons, and compound eyes.
The hall became a crucible of destruction: the deafening crashes of adamantium Warhammer and corrupted scythe; the ear-splitting shriek of energy annihilation tearing through the air; the Daemon's furious roars intertwined with the Primarch's cold, iron-like shouts, reverberating!
Walls cracked and peeled in large sections under the violent energy impact, and blasphemous statues were directly pulverized into dust by flying debris and shockwaves!
Just as Hathor pressed forward, attempting to completely suppress Grotesque with her furious assault, and simultaneously prepared to destroy the humming blasphemous altar, Grotesque suddenly took a direct claw strike, using the force to rapidly retreat a step, and violently sprayed a thick stream of pus-blood, saturated with its own primal filth and demonic power, onto the altar's core runes!
"Ritual… complete! Welcome… Father Nurgle / Nurgle's… bounty!" Grotesque let out a joyous, hoarse roar.
The altar's light suddenly surged, stinging the eyes with its intensity!
Accompanied by a viscous, massive sound that froze the soul, as if countless flesh and blood were being forcibly torn apart simultaneously, space was completely ripped open like a rotten sore!
A terrifying, bloated giant shadow, so massive it almost filled half the hall—the Great Unclean One "Father of Pustules" Ku'gath, enveloped in a plague wind capable of instantly rusting metal and dissolving flesh, forcibly squeezed out from the churning Warp rift!
Its rotten body oozed eternal pus, and its massive plague sword and rust-encrusted great hook exuded a destructive, blasphemous psychic glow.
Its appearance instantly exacerbated the hall's corruption, the plague in the air so thick it almost dripped!
Countless Nurglings cheered as they crawled out of its pustules.
However, when Ku'gath's multiple, pus-dripping compound eyes on its bloated head focused on Hathor, its sickly joy, which had been overflowing from its arrival, instantly solidified.
That tall, sturdy form like a living fortress, and the pure, scorching, destructive energy emanating from the other party, like a stellar furnace about to explode—this was the Primarch's oppressive aura!
The resilience derived from Father Nurgle / Nurgle's blessing deep within its foul soul felt a tangible threat for the first time; this power was so immense and direct, as if it could utterly incinerate the corrupted resilience it prided itself on.
A name almost escaped its lips, accompanied by churning bile—Mortarion! The Gene-Seed Primarch of the Death Guard, Father Nurgle / Nurgle's favored son.
But the entity before it… female?
This cognitive dissonance, like a clean flower growing from rotten flesh, caused Ku'gath's consciousness, composed of countless foul thoughts, to momentarily halt.
The core of this power, the echo of this Gene-Seed, was so clear, yet its external form was completely different from the pale giant emitting desperate toxic mist that it knew.
"A… Primarch?" Ku'gath's voice was like countless internal organs churning in a mire, carrying strong surprise, deep solemnity, and a brief confusion caused by the gender misidentification, "…A powerful… anomaly!"
"Another bug!" Hathor, facing the pincer attack of two Daemon Lords, did not diminish in aura; instead, like a ignited stellar core, her fighting spirit soared to its peak! She fearlessly took on both of them.
World Breaker, with the strength to shatter mountains, met Ku'gath's descending plague greatsword head-on without any fancy moves!
"BOOM—!!!"
The shockwave generated by the impact visibly spread out, the deafening roar making the entire fortress groan!
The violent energy maelstrom instantly tore apart the weaker Nurglings surging around them into foul mist!
At the same time, Horuss Claw, like a deadly silver serpent, under the cover of the storm bolter's precise suppression of Grotesque's vision, repeatedly and cunningly tore open Grotesque's attempts at healing wounds, severing its decayed tendons, and precisely gouging at its critical compound eyes!
Hathor moved as if traversing at high speed through a double storm capable of shredding a Titan, unleashing the Primarch's inhuman, terrifying strength, extreme speed, and battle-hardened combat skills to their fullest.
Amidst Ku'gath's blows, capable of flattening armored vehicles, and Grotesque's insidious and cunning plague scythe pincer attack, she coldly calculated every dodge, block, and counterattack, precisely seeking that fleeting, fatal opportunity to end one of them!
The battle instantly entered its most brutal, most frenzied, white-hot stage!
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