Despite Azgoth's agonized screams, despite everything else, Dominate's claws were still gripping Angar's psyche somehow. He could sense them, almost feel them.

He unleashed a crackling torrent of Electrokinesis, severing the connections.

As he did, a pulse throbbed near his core. He now understood what happened last time, why he couldn't access his Abilities. Azgoth had sealed off his core with a psychic stranglehold.

Angar's mind probed the blockage, a foul knot of profane energy, and crushed it with a surge of psionic power.

Huddled behind the workers' barracks corner, Angar took a quick glimpse at Azgoth. The Fallen still clutched his grotesque head, his wails of unholy anguish tearing through the air, buying precious seconds for the fleeing Layfolk.

All Angar could do was wait.

Half a minute later, Azgoth's screams cut off with a jarring abruptness as he lunged aside, his serpentine tendrils scorching the earth with sizzling ooze. The rocky ground to Angar's left exploded in a shower of stone and dust, leaving a smoldering crater.

Both he and Azgoth scanned the distance, hunting for the hidden assailant.

Angar assumed it was the Hierarchs from the rift-site, stumbling into this slaughter. They'd be torn apart along with him.

There was no time for hesitation. He offered up a silent prayer of tribute, channeling an Energy Point into his maul, its Graviton Pulse Amplifier thrumming, warping the air, then activating Lightning Strike, a shimmering shield encasing him, finally triggering Ground Current.

His form shattered into electric sparks, racing through the earth, reforming behind the Nofelim.

A bolt of yellow lightning tore from the sky, ripping into the Fallen's mouthless helm with a searing flash, eliciting a bellow of rage.

That was three blows landed. A grim smile cracked Angar's ruined face, causing pain to spike along his shattered jaw and cheekbone.

His lightning changed from white to yellow after attaining the Trumpets Blast Capstone, with 25% of its damage now Holy.

Electrocute's effect was invisible, but when he forced his Electrokinesis to manifest as Arc, Chain, and Flow, it had crackled blue-yellow instead of blue-white, as plasma formed by electricity in the air should. He hoped that meant it also did Holy damage too.

He swung his maul, aiming to land his fourth strike on this foul abomination.

Psychic chains lashed out, Azgoth's Pin snaring the hammer mid-arc and binding Angar in an iron grip.

Angar's will flared, breaking the telekinetic grip with a burst of Electrokinesis. The maul crashed into Azgoth's hunched back, and the graviton distortion erupted in a plasma-charged shockwave. Another bolt of Holy lightning streaked down, scorching the Fallen's frayed hide.

The Nofelim didn't budge, but his roar shook the ground, and a psychic surge, the Throw power, hurled Angar skyward.

He shattered its tendrils, and just in time.

Gravity reclaimed him, and he twisted mid-air as a green beam of fell energy lanced past overhead, heating the air.

He crashed to the earth, his cybernetic legs absorbing the impact, and froze for a heartbeat, gripped by surprise.

Dark ichor sprayed as Azgoth's face erupted, a chunk of his cyclopean eye shredded in a splatter of gore.

The wound was catastrophic. It would've been mortal for any creature not steeped in Hell's vile might.

Angar knew no Hierarch or non-ship weapon system on planet could've dealt that blow. Something else was here, with attacks powerful enough to penetrate straight through a Nofelim.

Azgoth's face knit together, the wound closing with unnatural speed, but his baleful eye dimmed, dazed.

Angar, seizing the opportunity, infusing an Energy Point into his weapon again. Tempest required two hands, but his left arm hung useless, the shredded sinew and splintered bone dangling.

Gritting his teeth against the agony, he flapped his dangling hand over his right, both on the maul's haft with desperate resolve.

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He spun, the Ability igniting, his maul hammering into Azgoth's flank with a thud. The strike landed once before the Blast power sent Angar hurtling through the air like a rocket.

He slammed into the barracks, the impact ending Tempest prematurely, lodging him in the prefab's metal wall. Pain flared anew, his ruptured abdomen screaming, his shattered arm a grinding torment.

A wide blast of fell energy followed, washing over him in a torrent of unholy fire. His exposed skin blistered, his cybernetic eye flickering wildly before stabilizing.

The force of the energy drove him through the wall, crashing into the barracks' interior in a heap of twisted metal and scorched flesh.

Angar howled, a bellow of both pain and fury entwined, as he fought to rise, his will unyielding despite his broken body, wondering where his hammer was.

Psychic chains seized him, wrenching him from the barracks' shattered interior. The Nofelim's Pull power yanked him through the ragged hole in the wall, hurling him at blinding speed toward a cocked piston-fist.

The rune-studded knuckles glowed with profane light, a meteor of unholy force primed to crush his skull.

Angar's mind clawed at the telekinetic bonds, his will surging to shatter them, but before he could break free, a second explosion tore through Azgoth's flayed chest.

Dark ichor sprayed, and the psychic grip faltered. Angar tumbled across the rocky ground, his mangled body screaming in protest, unconsciousness clawing at the edges of his vision.

Azgoth roared, his cyclopean eye sweeping the horizon for the unseen assailant. A distant, thunderous crack of the attack's report rolled across the battlefield moments later.

Angar struck swiftly, his Psy Crystal blazing on his mangled arm. He bent reality to his will, channeling Electrokinesis into Flow. Arcs of blue-yellow fury erupted beneath Azgoth.

The crackling energy bathed the ground, scorching into the Fallen, burning its serpentine tendrils. They writhed, retreating from the sanctified electricity, leaving trails of sizzling corruption.

As he fled, Azgoth's mouthless helm loosed a shriek of pain, and his Psy Crystal pulsing with a violet glow that fouled the air.

An indescribable scream, a sonic blasphemy, tore from Azgoth's grotesque head, slamming into Angar's mind like a thousand barbed hooks, a brutal surge of Dominate seeking to overwhelm with forceful entry, unlike its earlier stealth takeover.

Angar roared back, pouring his soul into Electrocute.

Invisible psionic currents chained through Azgoth's flayed hide, locking his massive frame for a fleeting moment. The Fallen's jagged spines flickered, his cyclopean eye spasming with erratic fury.

But the Nofelim shook off the assault with terrifying speed, his resilience a testament to Hell's dark vitality.

Then another blast ripped through his shoulder, spraying ichor across the scarred earth. The distant crack of the shot echoed a second later.

Azgoth's roar of rage rippled through air, almost tangible, his baleful red eye locking onto Angar with hate-fueled malice.

A crushing pressure enveloped Angar's mind, body, and soul. His frame froze, no longer his own, as a slithering corruption wormed its way into him, hungering, seeking to warp, to devour, to dominate.

His Resilience, drained now, teetered on the edge, but he clung to it, praying it held against this dark tide that probed him, seeking desires to twist, weaknesses to exploit.

The corruption latched onto the same lies as last time, forcing them to take root.

But Angar had already rebuked these blasphemies.

He was still God's hammer, superior to all others, forged with the blood of kings and conquerors, and blessed by Divine wrath. His soul would not be profaned.

As this absolute truth blazed within him, Angar's heart swelled with a righteous fury that burned away corruption's grip once more.

The lies crumbled like dry clay, their seductive whispers silenced. He tore free from the darkness, his will unbowed, his glory radiant.

Free of the corruption, Angar's cybernetic eye flickered as awareness returned, his vision snapping back as his body was jostled painfully.

Azgoth held him aloft, the chomping mouths of the tentacle-limb clamped onto his chest, grinding into the cracked armor.

The piston-fist cocked back, poised to obliterate his head.

Angar clamped down on his nerves. He channeled Electrocute, a torrent of psionic fury surging through his Psy Crystal as he lurched backwards and kicked upward, infusing an Energy Point into each cybernetic leg, the Digiti Terebrantes whirring to life.

Invisible currents seared into Azgoth's grotesque helm, locking the Fallen's massive frame in a shuddering convulsion as twelve-centimeter claws extended, spinning into high-penetration drills with a piercing whine.

Azgoth broke free from Electrocute's grip, shaking off the psionic assault with a roar, and the piston-fist rocketed forward. It scraped over Angar's breastplate with a screech of tortured metal as he continued lunging backward.

Then Angar's drill-toes found their mark, boring into Azgoth's mouthless face and cyclopean eye. Black ichor sprayed in a viscous arc, and the Fallen snarled as the chomping mouths released their prey.

Angar crashed to the ground, the overwhelming, throbbing agony from the midsection threatening unconsciousness.

As Azgoth's face knit together, the drill wounds closing with unnatural speed, a new blast tore through his head, shredding flesh and bone in a spray of dark gore.

The Nofelim spun, blazing with rage as he searched for the unseen assailant, and a thunderclap of a weapon report sounded nearer.

Angar smiled grimly, sending pain lancing through his broken face.

Then the slithering darkness of Azgoth's Extinguish coiled into his mind, a profane tendril seeking to drain his life. Angar's Psy Crystal flared, and he shattered the coils, their malevolence dissolving like sin in a church.

Angar struggled to rise, only to be slammed down by the Fallen's brutal tentacle-limbs, the grinding mouths pinning him to the gritty earth with relentless force.

Azgoth turned back to him, the baleful red of his cyclopean eye flashing brighter as he loomed over Angar's prone form, poised to unleash a point-blank blast of fell energy at his head, promising annihilation.

Knowing it was too late, that he'd never unleash it in time, Angar desperately tried summoning Electrocute again.

But before the beam could obliterate him, a loud roar of an engine and the thump-thump-thump-thump of a turret blasting shattered the air.

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