Raldoron gripped his power sword tightly. "Warlock Titan!"
Since the beginning of the Great Crusade, no force had ever defeated one in any engagement.
Whenever this terrifying xenos construct appeared, it heralded the annihilation of the entire Expedition fleet.
Nareth hovered in the air, his obsidian eyes taking in the blood-crimson-armored warrior standing firm, quickly identifying him.
One of the Three Paragons of the Great Crusade, Raldoron.
In his memory, he stood alongside Ezekyle Abaddon of the Luna Wolves and Sigismund of the Imperial Fists.
'Hmm... due to my presence, there are more than just three Paragons now.'
'Howard and Bukayo are also frequently mentioned alongside them, due to their conquest records.'
He gathered his thoughts, frowning at the elegant Aeldari Titan.
In its right hand, it held a shimmering Aeldar spear. A missile launcher was slung over its shoulder. Its left arm had been replaced by a heavy wraithcannon.
While Raldoron used the current Imperial designation, Warlock Titan, Nareth considered that a more fitting name.
Entombed within this Titan were not living Aeldari twins bound by life and death, but a powerful Warlock.
It retained all its former power and combat instincts.
Controlling a perfect body of wraithbone, its already formidable power was amplified to terrifying levels.
The Primarch extended his consciousness, sensing, over thirty kilometers behind him, numerous bound, powerful souls.
He withdrew his awareness.
'Can't wait for the Ordo Sinister's Psi-Titans.'
With Sanguinius nearby, Nareth, unable to unleash his full power, had planned to leave the Warlock Titan to the Psi-Titans, as in his memories.
But now, time was short.
The Ordo Sinister had arrived slower than he anticipated.
'Hmm, it might not be entirely their fault. After all, I'm here leading part of the Shadow of Order.'
As Nareth pondered, the Warlock's cold, merciless gaze fell upon the shimmering blue-white blade.
Its psychic scream, which had been subsiding, suddenly became shrill and explosive, rolling over them like a breached dam.
Kano, the Blood Angels' Librarian, leaned heavily against his force staff, its psychic field extinguished.
His vision swam with blinding points of light. Blood vessels burst in his eyes.
The Warlock Titan's face did not move. It was as silent as the legends said, but its supernatural psychic scream was piercingly shrill.
Kano struggled to look up, towards the center of the rippling waves, the black-armored, golden-winged figure.
The Warlock's attack was focused on Lord Nareth.
An eerie, pale light suddenly flared. Kano followed it.
A strange halo erupted from the Warlock Titan. Its missile launcher blazed with the concentrated brilliance of dozens of stars.
Pop!
Kano's vision went black.
Rumble!
The entire craftworld of Magc'Sithraal shuddered violently.
The psychic missiles and the telekinetic shield collided continuously, creating a rolling thunder.
The shockwave, like scattered lances, blasted a dome-shaped crater.
The shockwave spread, slamming into the Wraithknight.
Bang!
The Wraithknight, already weakened by Sanguinius's countless attacks, suddenly exploded.
Like shattered porcelain, its fragments sprayed down, clattering against the armor of unconscious Blood Angels and the struggling Shadows of Order.
Sanguinius beat his pristine white wings, sliding on the hurricane wind, then shot upward, flying towards the Warlock Titan.
He would fight alongside Nareth to destroy the terrifying xenos Titan.
As the light on the Warlock Titan's shoulder dimmed, it suddenly raised its left arm.
An eerie, starlight glow rained down.
A chill went through Sanguinius. His white wings pulled up sharply.
The starlight swept towards him.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
A dozen pristine feathers burned to ash.
His golden armor dimmed.
The soft starlight fell, completely erasing thirteen Blood Angels, stunned by the psychic scream, and four struggling Shadows of Order, as if they had never existed.
Ceramic-like fragments swirled around Nareth like a wreath, forming layered shields around him.
Bang!
As the wraithbone shield shattered, light and shadow flickered in the Primarch's eyes.
Boom!
The weakened wraithcannon blast was blocked by his telekinetic shield.
Feeling the death of his sons, Nareth's gaze turned cold.
'Warlock Titan, do you really think I can't kill you without using my more overt beyonder abilities?'
Nareth tucked the Sword of Vaul back into his belt. He flashed to a position above Etrich, the Vessorine chieftain who, unaffected by the psychic scream, had been evading calmly.
He reached up and pulled the Dionysian Spear from Etrich's back, then soared into the air.
Light and shadow flickered in the Primarch's eyes. As he moved away from the negative Omega-grade Blank, the black specks in his vision rapidly vanished. The spear in his hand grew brighter and brighter.
For the first time since digesting the "Mentor of Disorder" potion, Nareth drove the flickering light and shadow into a spin.
A dazzling, multicolored light blazed from the butt of the Dionysian Spear.
The Primarch raised the spear high. A pillar of light shot diagonally into the sky, passing over the three Warlord-class Psi-Titans.
The Blank pilots and the bound Alpha-grade psykers stared blankly at the brilliant light flashing tens of thousands of meters above, their massive mechanical bodies momentarily frozen.
The "Mentor of Disorder" swung his arm, hurling the Dionysian Spear with all his might.
The spear blazed as it screamed towards the Warlock Titan.
A brilliant light shot into its faceplate. The Warlock Titan raised its right arm.
Its own spear blazed, meeting the incoming projectile.
Spear tip met spear tip.
The shimmering spear collided with the Dionysian Spear.
Boom!
Amidst the thunderous detonation, a wave of destruction like a falling axe split the ground, carving a fissure dozens of meters wide.
The Warlock Titan swayed. Its elegant wraithbone body crackled.
Nareth beat his wings. Light and shadow flickered in his eyes. His fist was wreathed in layers of telekinetic force.
The Primarch's right arm thrust forward. His telekinesis drove into the hovering Dionysian Spear.
Whoosh!
The Dionysian Spear screamed forward, punching into the Warlock Titan's faceplate.
Boom!
The Warlock Titan exploded.
The Dionysian Spear slammed into the ground.
The psychic scream vanished. Raldoron looked into the distance.
The elegant, shattered bones were ground to dust, raining down.
The shimmering crystals were burned to molten glass, dripping down.
The terrifying Warlock Titan was destroyed, as if it had never existed.
Sanguinius beat his pristine wings, his gaze fixed on the black-armored, golden-winged figure hovering in the air.
He stared for several seconds, then slowly flew towards Nareth.
The golden-armored figure with pristine white wings approached the black-armored, golden-winged form.
"Nareth, Lupercal often praises your peerless martial prowess."
"Now I see, the reputation is well-deserved."
"You are the first to slay a Warlock Titan. This deed will be celebrated."
Nareth smiled, neither proud nor falsely modest.
"That depends on the Dionysian Spear, forged by the Emperor."
As he spoke, light and shadow flickered in his obsidian eyes.
His Primarch senses caught shimmering psychic lights, rapidly approaching from both ahead and behind.
His superhuman mind rapidly calculated distances and speeds.
'The Ordo Sinister's Psi-Titans made it this time.'
'Warlock Titan versus Warlord-class Psi-Titans.'
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