Autocannons fired like thunder, and steel shells the size of buildings streaked toward the surface below. tal lted and hissed before cooling into twisted chunks of iron.
The Primarchs pushed deeper toward the sphere's core where the Outsider waited.
Lion El'Jonson moved fastest among his brothers while Luther and the Dark Angels followed behind him. The Lion's sword cut down every Necron construct that blocked their path.
They descended through kiloters of alien architecture, and the temperature rose with each step. The closer they got to the core, the deadlier the star's heat beca, until even the deathless Necrons couldn't function in this furnace.
Eventually, the constructs abandoned their posts because they couldn't survive the stellar radiation.
Lion El'Jonson pressed on alone while Luther and his battle-brothers had to stay back. Their second-generation gene-seed enhancents weren't enough to withstand direct stellar exposure.
The captive star raged inside its tal prison, with nuclear fury erupting again and again as it tried to break free. Each explosion could have sterilized entire worlds, but the Dyson Sphere absorbed every blast, converting stellar energy into power for its systems.
Near the star's heart, sothing glowed as it fed on the star's energy like a parasite drawing blood from its host.
Strange whispers filled the space, carrying madness and chaos that would shatter mortal minds.
[Detecting special life form: C'tan]
[Unable to parse target data]
The glowing entity was Tsara'noga, the Outsider, one of the four remaining C'tan Star Gods.
It had countless forms, shifting constantly through shapes that hurt to look at. The Outsider was the most mysterious of the surviving C'tan, driven mad after being tricked into consuming its fellow Star Gods, so mortals who saw its true nature would scream until their throats bled.
Even Lion El'Jonson felt discomfort at first sight, but his Gene Engine activated protective protocols within seconds. The ntal safeguards shielded his consciousness from the Star God's influence.
"Switching to combat mode," the Lion said as his enhanced body adapted to face the cosmic horror.
"Another tyrant falls to my blade today."
The Gene Engine gave him abilities beyond mortal understanding, he could bend ti and space, and he could step between dinsions like crossing thresholds.
His form flickered, and suddenly the Lion stood above the Outsider. His sword erupted with destructive energy, expanding into a weapon of pure annihilation.
[Judgnt: Sanction activated, target elimination]
The blade fell with universe-splitting power.
The Outsider's energy form contracted rapidly, then reshaped into a towering construct of midnight-black tal. A massive hand caught the Lion's strike with contemptuous ease, part energy, part living tal.
The Primarch strained with all his strength, but his weapon wouldn't budge in the Star God's grasp.
The entity had no face, only green flas that burned beneath its helm. Through that soulless regard, Lion El'Jonson felt terrible wrath and frenzied intelligence beyond mortal comprehension.
The Outsider crushed the energy blade to nothing, then backhanded the Lion with enough force to shatter reality itself.
Space cracked like glass around the impact.
The Lion's defensive fields flared desperately as he flew through the sphere's interior like a teor. He smashed through city-sized energy converters in thunderous explosions before finally slamming into a tal bulkhead thick enough to armor a battleship.
Only his Primarch physiology and Gene Engine saved him, for any lesser being would have been atomized.
As a C'tan Star God, the Outsider wielded reality-warping powers beyond mortal understanding.
"How is it so strong?" the Lion gasped while pulling himself from the twisted tal.
Space rippled, and the Outsider, monts before thousands of kiloters away, appeared right in front of him.
Its fist descended like a falling moon, intent on crushing the presumptuous mortal to paste.
A golden figure streaked through the void and hit the Outsider's fist with bone-jarring impact. The deflected blow hamred into the bulkhead beside the Lion's head while terrible force spread cracks through tal never ant to endure such punishnt.
The deck beneath them groaned and split.
Lion El'Jonson stared at the crater where the blow had landed, his throat going dry. That strike would have obliterated even his enhanced form, and only Gene Engine resurrection could have saved him.
He turned to see who had helped him, and surprise flickered across his face when he saw Horus Lupercal.
The Warmaster could have just watched or could have let his rival fall and claid victory by default. Instead, he'd risked everything to save his brother.
"Only I can defeat you, Lion El'Jonson," Horus said, with absolute conviction. "No one else gets that honour, not even a god."
The Outsider's shriek shattered reality.
Space fractured like crystal while ti froze mid-flow, then crumbled to dust. The Star God moved with impossible speed as a gleaming tal tentacle carved through dinsional barriers, hurling Horus across thousands of kiloters.
The impact spider-webbed his ceramite armor with stress fractures.
The Outsider extended its palm, and green flas danced between its fingers. Terrible suction locked onto Horus, dragging him back like a fish on a line.
Psychic force pinned the Warmaster helplessly.
tal fragnts scattered throughout the chamber suddenly flew toward Lion El'Jonson, and they reassembled in his hands as a blade wreathed in annihilation fields. The weapon contained world-ending power, and just its overflow warped local space-ti.
The Lion's strike carved deep into the Outsider's tallic body while energy discharges lit the chamber like a newborn sun.
The Star God cried out in pain, and its massive form staggered backward.
Freed from psychic restraint, Horus broke the entity's hold. He raised his thunder hamr and channeled devastating electrical fury while both Primarchs attacked together now.
They switched their Gene Engines to combat overload, and terrifying energies flowed through their enhanced fras. Not just material forces, but power drawn from creation's deepest wells.
In this desperate battle, they began awakening to their true nature. This was their Father's most precious gift, and if they could grow and develop, they would possess wisdom and might second to none.
Their three-way fight resembled divine warfare.
Reality buckled and twisted until natural law beca negotiable. The imprisoned star generated apocalyptic fluctuations from their battle and spewed scorching plasma that raised temperatures to murderous levels.
Outside the combat zone, Luther, Astelan, and the Mournival witnessed scenes beyond understanding. The Dyson Sphere's core structures disintegrated under the strain while titanic support pillars of black tal snapped like kindling. Terrible cracks spread across the artificial world's surface.
Strange energies mingled with stellar fire, erupting through the fractures in blinding displays.
But for all their skill and fury, the Star God proved superior.
After another thunderous exchange, Horus's war hamr shattered completely, and the Outsider hurled him into a massive support column. His armor exploded into fragnts before reforming in flashes of light.
Soon after, Lion El'Jonson joined his brother in defeat when he smashed into a bulkhead with teor force.
Then the other Primarchs arrived.
Sanguinius led the descent through the sphere's ruptured shell, his pure white wings spread wide as he dropped into the stellar core's prison. Behind him ca Angron, Guilliman, Dorn, and the rest, nine demigods united in common cause.
They saw the Lion's defeat and imdiately joined the battle.
Nine Primarchs against a Star God. Such a conflict would echo through history forever, and future chroniclers would record it as humanity's gods fighting the ancient deities of a dying race.
"RAAAAAGH!"
Angron's bestial roar shook the chamber's foundations as his dormant essence began its first true awakening. His form swelled to titanic size while red armor blazed with inner fire as unprecedented power burned through his enhanced body.
He transcended normal constraints of space and ti, becoming truly a War God in every sense.
In the Warp's depths, his awakening stirred terrible storms. The Chaos Gods watched with hunger and envy. This should have been their chosen champion, an avatar walking among mortals to embody their twisted will.
But the Emperor had stolen these demigods away.
[End of Chapter]
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