The Dragon laughed wildly, mocking the foolish bravery of this frail life.
The valiant Knight in golden armor, riding a steed as black as night, charged at the Dragon, his lance shimmering with silver-white light.
The sound of hooves and the lance cutting through the air seemed utterly insignificant before the storm the Dragon had summoned.
Vicious flames burned in the Dragon's eyes. He drew energy from the very structure of matter, propelling an electron through spacetime, transforming it into a blue-green lightning bolt.
He seized the lightning with his mercury-metal claws and hurled it like a javelin at the Knight.
Thunder, like a tsunami, engulfed the sandy ground, submerging the Knight in a sea of electricity.
The Dragon laughed savagely, preparing to devour the Knight's soul, filled with pain and despair from being scorched by the electric light.
But at that very moment, the sound of hooves rang out, louder even than the thunder He had summoned, like drumbeats on the earth, the roar of reality itself.
A neigh tore through the thunder. The steed leaped high, carrying the uninjured Knight out of the thunder.
The Knight's face was revealed beneath a helmet carved with an eagle: a brown face with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
His gaze and the spearhead converged, growing larger and larger in the Dragon's eyes until it pierced His face.
A colossal force from across the sea pressed down on the Dragon's scales with the spear.
The Dragon's body uncontrollably crashed to the ground, and jagged cracks spread beneath Him.
The Dragon felt bewildered, inexplicably so.
He, a dignified God of the material universe, a Dragon who had obtained eternal divinity since the universe's inception,
Was actually sent flying by a spear from a Knight on a backward, medieval planet?
What the hell, were there no laws of physics anymore?
The Dragon felt confused, and the Knight was equally confused.
The Knight was confused that his spear hadn't killed the Dragon.
He had noticed that when he touched the Dragon's body, the Psyker energy he had infused into the spear was suppressed.
The pure silver spearhead, which he had spent thirty years accumulating and had the best blacksmith in Rome forge, hadn't even pierced the Dragon's tough scales. How strange.
"You're even getting confused." Alexander looked at the brown-haired boy beside him, speechless.
Alexander was currently in the Dragon's dream, able to clearly feel the Dragon's emotions, and also understand the Dragon's bewilderment and shock.
The Dragon was like a child with a pot of boiling water, standing before an ant Hive, trying to play God to the ants.
To a C'tan, the Dragon was indeed as fragile as a child, but even a child could easily crush ant-like humans.
But now, that child, playing God with boiling water, was almost strangled by an ant. Of course, He would feel bewildered and shocked.
But Alexander couldn't understand the Emperor's confusion.
"Why can't I be confused? How many beings on Earth do you think could defeat me?"
"In that era, only a very few couldn't be killed by one thrust of my spear."
The brown-haired boy turned his head and said,
"I was riding a steed bred for three hundred years, carrying the best spear in all of Rome, and I was stopped halfway by an alien God of the material universe. Why can't I be confused?"
"That was the best spear in all of Rome!"
The Dragon was enraged. The dimension of reality began to tremble. From the dimensions folded in the microscopic world, energy itself was unleashed, transforming into scorching hot streams of light that shot towards the Knight's head.
The Knight's helmet was knocked off, his brown hair fluttering in the wind, but it was only the helmet that was knocked off.
The Dragon roared and collided with the Knight. Uncooled molten blackstone surged towards the Knight like a tsunami.
The Knight abruptly raised his shield. Molten blackstone and the shield collided, and intense Psyker and anti-Psyker forces clashed.
The Knight seized the opportunity to thrust his lance from behind the shield, the spearhead aiming directly at the Dragon's abdomen.
The Dragon's scales rippled like mercury, revealing the scorching blackstone hidden within His body. Instantly, anti-Psyker power spread out, acting upon the lance in the Knight's hand.
The lance shattered into a thousand fragments, scattering around like a silver downpour.
The Knight let out an angry war cry,
"This was the best spear in all of Rome! This was my savings from thirty years of service! You wretch!"
The Knight's face began to glow amidst the thunder and storm. Intense Psyker energy surged like a tide, swirling into a bright halo behind His head, like a newborn sun.
The Knight drew the longsword from his waist, and scorching Psyker flames ignited on the sword, crackling and burning reality itself.
The Dragon roared, unleashing His power to Warp reality. The Knight roared, unleashing Psyker energy from another world.
Their clash was like an encounter between the two dimensions of reality and the Warp.
The Dragon reshaped the laws of physics, causing the surrounding air itself to ignite. The lungs of the black horse beneath the Knight were set ablaze, and raging flames directly engulfed it.
"You dare to kill my horse?!"
The Knight, riding the black horse bathed in flames, charged forward. His burning longsword slashed at the Dragon's body, and the Dragon was pressed to the ground, rolling.
But the Dragon's body was so solid, so resistant to the might from the Empyrean, that the Knight's sword still could not pierce His silver scales.
The Dragon laughed savagely and maliciously,
Even though His body, authority, and power were shattered,
His body was still forged in His prime, a perfect fusion of living metal and blackstone, almost the most durable thing in the entire material world, and blackstone itself could weaken the power of the Empyrean.
He was almost impossible to harm, unless this Knight knew His weakness,
The gap that Vaul, the Eldar God of Forges, had created under His left wing with a blackstone fortress in the past.
Alexander also couldn't help but show curiosity, wondering how the Emperor had discovered the Dragon's weakness back then.
The Knight and the Dragon continued to fight on the sandy ground, eventually ascending to the sky, to the void.
In the void, neither had to worry about harming Terra itself or the humans on it, and they began to unleash their power without restraint.
They unleashed flames upon each other on the Moon, then used the Moon as a springboard to fight into the deeper void, until they crashed onto Mars, which was still a desolate wasteland at the time.
The Knight firmly held down the Dragon's head, slamming it heavily onto the crimson rocks of Olympus Mons.
But the Dragon was not to be outdone, condensing blackstone into a scythe, mimicking the stance of His former kin, the Nightbringer.
In the past, the Nightbringer had spread so much fear throughout the galaxy; His figure, as primal fear, was deeply etched into the minds of all races, even those who had never seen the Nightbringer.
As the Dragon had anticipated, the Knight's movements showed a very brief flaw.
"Actually, I just wanted to snatch His scythe to make up for my lost pure silver lance." The brown-haired boy explained.
Whatever the reason, the Dragon's scythe cut through the Knight's breastplate, leaving a wound on His chest. Bright blood continuously gushed out, spilling into the dry, hot Martian air.
The Knight let out a muffled grunt, again raising his flaming longsword.
And at that moment, a voice, a sharp voice with a strange laugh, a voice whose pitch seemed to constantly change, rang out from the Empyrean.
"Knight, stab Him under His left wing, that is His weakness."