Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monster Horde

Horus's Light Giant form bloomed with dazzling silver-white light on the battlefield, milky white energy patterns flowing across his hundred-meter-tall body. The silver-white giant stood upon the earth.

He crossed his arms over his chest, then suddenly spread them—

"Light Judgment!"

A purifying light blade over seventy meters in diameter burst from his timer, melting plague mists along its path like snow. Any Chaos touched by this light was immediately purified.

This move was imitated from watching Rhodes's mechanical-type Ultra Warriors—that one called Ace had many powerful cutting techniques.

This move's name seemed to be Ultra Guillotine, capable of bisecting any opponent.

No matter where this Mortarion came from, daring to appear before him—before the current Imperial forces—meant death.

Mortarion's rotten dragon let out a scream, its wings carbonizing and peeling in the light blade, while the Death Primarch himself raised his giant scythe to block. The corrupting runes on the scythe flashed wildly, and Mortarion forcefully split the light blade in two!

"Horus! You think an attack of this level can harm the Grandfather's emissary? No, the Grandfather's Chosen."

Yellow-green smoke spewed from under Mortarion's respirator. Suddenly, countless maggots crawled from the seams of his decayed Terminator armor, weaving in the air into a sky-covering plague net. "Taste the gift of the Father of Ten Thousand Plagues—Corrosive Nebula! Corrode everything."

The maggot net suddenly burst, turning into billions of inky green spore bombs raining down.

Each spore landing exploded into a hundred-meter corrosion pit, boiling even rocks into pus. Sanguinius hurriedly spread his wings to shield the mortal troops behind, while Leman Russ struggled to form a shield of remaining flames on his body, his wolf fur still sizzling from corrosion.

"Petty tricks." Horus raised his right arm high, a giant war spear condensed from pure light energy forming in his palm.

He spun and threw it, the spear becoming a meteor piercing the spore rain, stabbing straight at Mortarion's chest!

The Death Primarch roared and swung his scythe to block, but the light spear suddenly split into hundreds of thin beams, dodging the defense like living entities and nailing into the joints of his armor.

Mortarion's massive body stiffened instantly, maggots spewing from the wounds—those were actually Nurgle daemons trying to repair the damage!

The Mortarion before them was merely a monster wearing Mortarion's likeness or memories.

Who knows what Nurgle had done to create such a disgusting twisted abomination.

At that moment, Lion El'Jonson, who had been commanding the fleet in space, descended and stood with the spectating Leman Russ and Sanguinius.

"This monster shouldn't be Mortarion; he's just wearing Mortarion's face," Leman Russ said.

As a Primarch brother, though the other had betrayed, he still knew his brother. The monster before them wasn't the real Mortarion.

"These damn Chaos scum used some method to extract Mortarion's memories, then created this twisted monster with disgusting, evil technology," Lion El'Jonson said.

"The real Mortarion is still locked in the underground prison," At that moment, a teleportation portal opened beside the three Primarchs, and Rhodes stepped out.

Rhodes had been monitoring the battlefield, so upon discovering this twisted Mortarion, he immediately went to Holy Terra's underground prison.

There, he saw Mortarion bound in chains, so the one before them wasn't the real Mortarion at all.

However, this matter piqued Rhodes's curiosity, so he came to see. The creature Nurgle had created using unknown means was indeed very powerful—stronger than the original Mortarion.

It even made Rhodes feel something odd, as if this thing was somehow related to his own beasts.

"But I'm more curious about Horus. What's Horus's situation?

Why? Why do our powers come from cosmic phantom beasts, while his is this Light Giant? This power feels terrifying to me." Wolf King Leman Russ looked at Rhodes and asked.

Only after witnessing the Light Giant's power did he understand the vast gap. Cosmic phantom beasts were indeed excellent, but compared to this Light Giant, the difference was enormous.

"Horus's situation is special. To revive him back then, we needed the Light Giant's power, and at that time, I didn't have cosmic phantom beasts yet." Rhodes shrugged.

Ah, back when reviving Horus, he hadn't obtained cosmic phantom beasts yet. Actually, cosmic phantom beasts weren't much inferior to Light Giants.

Horus was so powerful now because his compatibility with Daram was too good.

Moreover, the Emperor's power had transformed Daram from a dark giant into a Light Giant. If it were a top-tier cosmic phantom beast, it wouldn't be much weaker than this Light Giant.

"Don't rush, Russ. Cosmic phantom beasts can grow with us; they'll be lifelong companions.

Slowly bond with your cosmic phantom beast, and you'll discover something different." Sanguinius said.

He had the most say here—his cosmic phantom beast was a massive fire phoenix.

Moreover, it had fused with part of the Emperor's holy power and his own divine power. Now, it could not only release fire-based skills but also carry the Emperor's golden psychic power, with strong killing power against daemons.

Additionally, it had a special anti-Tyranid killing skill.

"Sanguinius is right. Light Giants aren't much stronger than cosmic phantom beasts. Cosmic phantom beasts are our partners—chat with your partner properly and coordinate in battle." Lion El'Jonson said.

"I understand. I'll bond with my cosmic beast." Leman Russ nodded.

This cosmic giant wolf phantom beast fused with him into a werewolf state, and its combat power was quite strong, but compared to Horus's current Light Giant form, it fell short.

"Watch this battle closely. I feel like this guy is a bit strange." Rhodes nodded.

At that moment, the two giants on the battlefield began their clash.

Horus's Light Giant form stood at the battlefield's center, his silver-white body emanating holy radiance, the timer on his chest flickering with pure blue light.

His eyes like twin stars stared directly at the twisted "Mortarion"—this monster created by Nurgle's sorcery, exuding rot and plague, pus dripping from his giant scythe that corroded all things.

However, Horus radiated scorching light from head to toe; these rotten Nurgle plagues couldn't harm him at all.

He charged forward with a combo of punches, sending the gigantified Mortarion flying.

"You're not Mortarion; you're just a fake pieced together by Nurgle's filthy methods." Horus assumed an Ultra fighting stance.

He gathered light energy in his palm, forming a gear-shaped disc, then hurled it. This was one of the skills he learned from Rhodes's mechanical Ultra Warriors.

Eight-Point Light Wheel! This skill had extremely fast attack speed and strong cutting power—in some ways, even better than the earlier Ultra Guillotine.

After being launched, the Eight-Point Light Wheel split into four, directly severing Mortarion's four limbs and his weapon. The attack was so fast it was unbelievable; Mortarion didn't even react before his limbs were cut off.

"Fake? No... I am the Grandfather's perfect creation!" Pseudo-Mortarion's voice was like a mix of a thousand dying wails. "I possess Mortarion's memories, power, even... his hatred for you!"

Before the words finished, thick green liquid flowed from Pseudo-Mortarion's severed limbs, quickly reconnecting with the detached parts. In moments, he was restored.

Pseudo-Mortarion swung his giant scythe fiercely, unleashing a dark green plague storm that rotted the earth and twisted the air wherever it passed.

Horus crossed his arms, instantly deploying a light barrier. The plague storm crashed against it with a piercing corrosion sound but ultimately couldn't penetrate.

"Your power comes from Chaos's distortions, while mine... comes from humanity's will!" Horus charged forward, the Light Giant's speed beyond imagination, closing in instantly and landing a heavy punch on the opponent's chest.

"Bang—!"

Pseudo-Mortarion staggered back from the punch, his decayed Terminator armor caving in, but the wound immediately surged with countless maggots, rapidly repairing the damage.

"Useless, Horus! The Grandfather's gift makes me immortal!" Pseudo-Mortarion grinned maliciously, sweeping his giant scythe, its blade's corrupting runes flashing, capable of severing the boundary between reality and the Warp.

Horus sidestepped, the scythe grazing his shoulder in a shower of sparks but not harming the Light Giant at all.

He countered with a hand chop to Pseudo-Mortarion's neck, but the opponent's body suddenly twisted like mud, causing the attack to miss.

"Partner, how about I take over? Let me play with him." In Horus's mental space, Daram spoke.

This twisted monster was a nice punching bag; he hadn't gotten out to stretch in a long time.

Horus pondered for a moment and nodded. The monster's regeneration was strong, but its actual strength was mediocre, only injuring the other Primarchs with Nurgle's toxins.

The silver giant Horus formed crossed his hands over his head, his star timer flashing with light. As his arms swung, Horus's appearance changed into a red-bodied Light Giant wearing imposing armor.

"Hahaha, next up, I'll play with you—Daram." After fusing with Horus, he hadn't come out for air in ages.

Now, he could finally fight this seemingly decent opponent.

Seeing this, Wolf King Leman Russ was stunned. This wasn't just a color change; Horus seemed like a different person.

Or rather, the red giant before them wasn't Horus at all.

"Just like cosmic phantom beasts can substitute in fights, Light Giants can too. Light Giants are living beings.

Like your phantom beast partners, this Light Giant is Horus's partner." Rhodes smiled, explaining Daram's origins to the Primarchs.

A Light Giant from ultra-ancient times, the Power Warrior with absolute strength.

Daram roared and charged toward the twisted monster, the entire earth trembling with his steps.

Daram—this Power Warrior from ultra-ancient times—had a body glowing red like lava, thick armor covering explosive muscles.

Each step shook the earth. He smashed his fists together, producing a metallic boom, and grinned at Pseudo-Mortarion:

"Nurgle's toy? Let me see how many punches you can take!"

Before Pseudo-Mortarion could react, Daram rushed forward like red lightning, landing an uppercut squarely on his jaw!

"Crack!"

The decayed respirator shattered instantly, Pseudo-Mortarion's head nearly folding back 180 degrees, yellow-green pus spurting from the broken neck vertebrae. Yet Nurgle's blessing kept him alive, maggots writhing madly to repair the damage.

The opponent's power was different from the earlier Light Giant Horus—this one's strength was terrifying to the extreme.

"Come on, witness absolute power." Daram roared, grabbing Pseudo-Mortarion's head and executing an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming his hundred-meter body heavily into the ground.

The shockwave blasted away plague warriors for kilometers around, cracking the corrupted earth in a spiderweb pattern.

Beyond power attacks, red lava-like energy also scorched Nurgle's power.

If you thought Light Giants were just brute-force barbarians, you'd be dead wrong.

The watching Leman Russ's wolf pupils contracted: "This... this is pure power! His fighting style... it's like a beast."

"No, more terrifying than a beast." Lion El'Jonson gripped his Lion Sword. "This is a war machine honed through countless trials."

Hearing this, Rhodes's mouth twitched. You two are the ones all Primarchs agree are the two beasts, yet you're calling it beast-like.

Russ, your giant wolf form makes you even more of a beast, okay?

On the battlefield, Daram had mounted Pseudo-Mortarion, raining down heavy fists like a storm.

Each punch carried red light flames, vaporizing the repairing maggots instantly. Pseudo-Mortarion's chestplate caved in completely, rotten innards squeezing from the cracks.

"Grandfather... grant me..." Pseudo-Mortarion struggled to cry out in agony.

"Flashy nonsense!" Daram's arm muscles bulged as he grabbed Pseudo-Mortarion's right arm and tore it off violently— Orıginal content can be found at novel·fıre·net

"Rip!"

The entire arm, along with half the shoulder, was ripped off, inky green blood spraying like a waterfall. Daram casually tossed the severed arm, collapsing a distant plague battery.

The combat scene was violence at its extreme.