Chapter Four: The Might of the Primarch

In truth, Wang Ming was simply cowardly. With the power and equipment of his original body, he really had little to fear. Even if he found himself outmatched, the system’s “Undying” buff would guarantee his survival—though he himself was unaware of this, and his character would never allow him to act so boldly. Yet now, with the Chaotic Tide looming before him, he had no choice but to stand firm.

The Chaotic Tide, upon spotting the gene-primarch ahead, paid no heed to the Space Marines or mortal troops behind him, surging forward en masse toward the primarch. Not far away, Abaddon too caught sight of this sudden appearance. He did not recognize this primarch; there was no memory of him in his mind. Still, he understood one thing with absolute clarity: this gene-primarch must die here. He must not be allowed to leave Cadia alive. Instantly, Abaddon issued orders to all nearby Chaos forces—abandon all other engagements and converge on the primarch.

As the Chaotic Tide crashed forth, Wang Ming gripped his power halberd with both hands and swept it at the oncoming daemons. When a primarch strikes, resistance is futile; his might is irresistible. Even the daemons of the Warp could not withstand the assault. In a heartbeat, those struck by his halberd were slain outright.

Countless Chaos beasts surged toward him, their blades and claws screeching against the sacred power armor he wore. The bolter rounds of the Chaos Space Marines could not penetrate the shimmering force field that protected him. Around the primarch, the daemons fell in waves, his presence overwhelming and unstoppable—until, suddenly, a cascade of explosions erupted all around him.

It was an assault from a Chaos Knight. Wang Ming’s attention snapped to the war engine. After dispatching the daemons at his flanks, he hefted his halberd one-handed and hurled it directly at the Knight. The throw pierced the cockpit, killing the pilot instantly. The Chaos Knight toppled, crushing several unfortunate souls beneath its bulk.

Deprived of his halberd, Wang Ming drew his golden power sword and bolter, charging toward the fallen Knight. With blade and bolt, he carved a path through the demonic horde. Inspired by the primarch’s valor, the warriors of the Imperium rallied, Space Marines and mortal soldiers alike forming defensive lines.

With bolters and lasguns blazing, they drove the denizens of the Warp back toward their own realm. The golden-armored Custodian—whose age and history were lost to the vaults of the Unending—joined in the assault, advancing at the primarch’s side.

When Wang Ming reached the fallen Knight, he recovered his halberd and slung it across his back, continuing the slaughter with sword and gun. Yet, even for a primarch, the tide of Warp-spawned monsters was overwhelming. He began to falter, forced to regroup with Imperial forces. At last, after carving his way through the demonic onslaught, he reached the Imperial lines, standing resolute with the loyal warriors of the Emperor against the Chaos tide.

No matter how mighty the primarch, he could not hold back such numbers alone. With every passing moment, mortals and Astartes alike fell to the relentless daemonic horde. Their numbers were simply too great, wave after wave crashing against the Imperium’s defenses—a mockery of humanity’s faith, as if the Ruinous Powers themselves scorned the loyal sons of mankind.

The daemons jeered at human frailty, exalting their supreme masters of the Warp. They believed that even the Emperor’s own sons would ultimately fall to their dark gods.

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