He had also participated in the rescue battle at the daemon Forge Palace and had personally witnessed Emrys being possessed by the will of the "Emperor." Later, he had rescued the 'Dark Angels sub-chapter' surrounded by Chaos multiple times.
It could be said that Emrys' importance alone now surpassed that of the entire Dark Angels Legion!
It was precisely for this reason that he was so concerned.
If anything were to happen to Emrys, even if the Supreme grandmaster didn't punish him, he would have no face to meet the "Emperor" after his death!
"There's no time to rest now," Emrys rejected the Guardian's suggestion and instead asked, "How are the preparations with the Supreme grandmaster?"
"As you commanded, the Supreme grandmaster has already gathered all the Chapter Masters from the sub-chapters that can currently be contacted," the Guardian said in a deep voice. "The council can begin at any time."
"Very good."
Emrys nodded, and after a brief rest, he stood up again, a determined look in his eyes.
"Next—that's the most difficult part."
Soon, Emrys arrived at the temporary command center of the Dark Angels, a huge, hollowed-out stone chamber located within the mountain wall.
At this moment, many people had already gathered in this large, empty stone chamber.
They were all Chapter Masters from various Dark Angels sub-chapters. Emrys quickly scanned them, and they included: Angels of Absolution, Angels of Defiance, Angels of Redemption, Angels of Vengeance, Angels of Vigilance, Blades of Vengeance, Messengers of Judgment, Guardians of the Covenant, Consecrators, Disciples of Caliban, and so on…
Although the paint schemes, colors, and insignias of their power armor were different, they shared the same identity: sons of Lion, Unforgiven, First Legion!
The many Chapter Masters stood on either side of the stone chamber, looking like silent, unmoving stone sculptures, exuding an invisible aura.
All eyes, as if by prior arrangement, fell on Emrys, with expressions ranging from confusion and scrutiny to indifference and surprise… all different.
The Supreme grandmaster and the Chief Librarian stood at the end of these two lines, with a large Dark Angels banner and a double-headed Aquila banner symbolizing the Imperium behind them respectively.
Emrys took a deep breath, and then, under the gaze of the many Chapter Masters, walked through their midst, past one figure after another, finally stopping in front of the Supreme grandmaster and the Chief Librarian.
"We can begin."
The Supreme grandmaster looked at him and nodded slightly.
Emrys turned around, his vision widening, the entire stone chamber laid bare, including the dozens of Chapter Masters standing below, silent as stone sculptures.
"I believe you already know—" He looked at these Chapter Masters, sensing a heavy atmosphere from the subtle changes in their expressions, and so his first words were like a bombshell.
"—that I, on behalf of the Dark Angels, have forged an 'alliance' with the Warboss of the Ork greenskins."
After his words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the stone chamber suddenly became much darker and colder.
"Lord Emrys, your actions have violated the highest laws of the Imperium!" The first to speak was the 'Angels of Vengeance,' the most extreme among these sub-chapter Chapter Masters.
The Unforgiven, the Dark Angels, were often known for their "extremism," but even within such an "extreme" Legion, the 'Angels of Vengeance' were considered among the most notorious.
The Angels of Vengeance showed no mercy to the enemies of humanity, harboring extreme hatred not only for the alien but also despising traitors and Chaos Space Marines. They even, in their zeal to burn the Emperor's enemies, repeatedly placed themselves in battles with a zero survival rate, completely disregarding casualties!
The Chapter Masters of the other sub-chapters held the same view.
The Dark Angels signing a blood pact with the alien?
Even though it was a compromise made out of necessity in a perilous situation, this matter still made the Unforgiven feel greatly insulted!
This was undoubtedly a complete trampling of the 'First Legion's' honor, which they held dearer than life itself!
If it weren't for Supreme grandmaster Azrael, who, with an extremely firm attitude and decision, suppressed the Chapter Masters of those sub-chapters, they would have likely overturned the tables before Emrys could continue speaking.
"I know."
Emrys nodded, his face devoid of expression, as if he didn't care at all.
In fact, before coming, he had already considered that the plan he proposed was too 'heretical,' and convincing these stubborn Unforgiven, who valued honor above life, would be as difficult as ascending to heaven!
And there were quite a few Unforgiven with extreme views like the 'Angels of Vengeance.'
Even if he was a "Living Saint," he couldn't simply rely on a single sentence to make these 'Unforgiven' agree to his strategy and plan.
Using his status to pressure them wasn't very effective for the proud Dark Angels, who valued honor above life; at most, it would make them sit down and listen to him finish his words.
One must know, this was a group of madmen who even dared to consider how to kill a 'Primarch'; how could they care about the mere status of a 'Living Saint'?
Furthermore, Emrys' goal was to persuade the Dark Angels' sub-chapters to agree to his plan, not to conduct a purge!
Thus, military intimidation was useless.
Moreover, these 'Unforgiven' of the sub-chapters were not afraid of military intimidation; death could not make the Unforgiven yield!
That's why Emrys said.
Next, was the most difficult part of the plan, because he had to find a way to persuade these stubborn Unforgiven.
"Alliances with the alien are tantamount to trampling the honor of the First Legion, but we have no choice—" Emrys' face was stern, almost absolutely cold, as he met the gaze of the 'Angels of Vengeance' Chapter Master, a gaze that seemed capable of freezing souls.
He spoke in a clear, steady voice, each word like a stone dropped into a lake, creating ripples in the oppressive atmosphere of the stone chamber.
"This is the only chance to save the orphans of Caliban and spare us from destruction!"
The phrase "Orphans of Caliban" was like a knife, piercing the hearts of these Unforgiven.
The stone-like face of the Angels of Vengeance Chapter Master seemed to crack slightly, and in the depths of his ice-gray pupils, a subtle yet incredibly sharp cold glint suddenly flashed, as if an invisible blade had been thrust at Emrys above.
The air in the entire stone chamber seemed to freeze instantly at that word, heavy as if filled with lead.
But Emrys didn't pause; he knew that to persuade these stubborn individuals, he had to seize every single moment.
"The Daemon Primarch Angron and his world Eaters Legion have gathered unprecedented Chaos forces, targeting the Dark Angels directly. The fire of Chaos will burn everything, and the shadow of the Chapter's demise—has already hung over our heads!"
This was a fact, and the current reality!
They couldn't refute it, and it was impossible for them to refute it!
The Rock was enveloped by the shadow of Chaos; even the news of the Primarch's coming home couldn't dispel the gloom of the Dark Angels. The Unforgiven were at their wits' end, and the sons of Lion had paid a heavy price for their pride!
Almost every sub-chapter here had suffered unimaginable devastation!
"Even so, we should not abandon the honor of the First Legion!"
The voice of the 'Angels of Vengeance' Chapter Master seemed to crack, no longer cold as stone, but like a volcano suppressing its rage. His massive fist, covered by a power fist, clenched tightly, making his knuckles groan under the strain.
"The plan you speak of is the ultimate blasphemy against the Emperor's Angels! It is a complete betrayal of the Chapter's ten-thousand-year honor! I would rather lead the Chapter to die here than allow the Dark Angels to become a sacrifice in the alien's schemes!"
His voice seemed to resonate with the other sub-chapters, and the gazes of these Chapter Masters also contained a battle intent and rage that felt as if it had materialized!
"We are the sons of Lion, the proud lions, the Emperor's First Legion!"
The Guardians of the Covenant Chapter Master also stepped forward, his deep voice like a humming chainsword, each word carrying the weight of psychic power, causing dust to fall from the stone chamber's ceiling.
"Even death—is better than such an outcome!"
However, a much larger psychic energy suddenly surged from Emrys, transforming into a mighty torrent that directly suppressed the Unforgiven present. A visible gravity forced these proud sons of Lion to bend their knees.
"If all of you truly think that way—"
Emrys' gaze became much colder, and his voice held a hint of disappointment.
"—prioritizing these illusory honors over the future of the Imperium, the future of humanity, then I can only say—you are unworthy to call yourselves the First Legion, and even more unworthy to call yourselves the Emperor's Angels!"
"You—what did you say?!"
Even with Emrys' transcendent status, these words undoubtedly denied the First Legion's dedication and blood shed for humanity and the Emperor!
"You have no right to accuse us like that!" The 'Angels of Vengeance' Chapter Master was furious, enduring the psychic pressure and straightening his body, as if fire burned in his gray pupils.
"We have dedicated everything to the Emperor, but what about you? You are trampling our honor, blaspheming our loyalty!!!"
"Am I wrong?"
Emrys walked down step by step, coming before the 'Angels of Vengeance' Chapter Master, looking directly into his eyes that seemed to burn with fire, and let out a short, cold laugh.
"In your eyes, isn't the honor of the First Legion above all else? For the sake of preserving that pitiful and ridiculous secret, you can even disregard the interests of the Imperium and humanity!"
"The honor of the Dark Angels? The First Legion?"
He looked around, and amidst the furious gazes of these Chapter Masters, he uttered a shocking statement.
"No, you are unworthy! You are just a group of pathetic, homeless dogs who, to cover up your own mistakes and secrets, would even trample the Emperor's reputation!"
"I truly feel sorry for Lion."
"The Legion he was so proud of, the bloodline he regarded as his sons, are actually such a group of people?"
His contemptuous gaze and look were like a sharp knife, a blade, fiercely piercing their hearts and shredding their reason!
"Emrys—!!!"
Even with the psychic suppression, these enraged Chapter Masters almost broke free of their restraints, letting out heavy, gasping breaths like oxen, their eyes filled with terrifying murderous intent.
This isn't good...
Ezekiel frowned at the sight.
But just as he was about to step forward to stop them, Azrael raised a hand to block him, giving him a subtle look, signaling him not to act rashly.
Azrael's expression was calm; he was very curious how Emrys would persuade the stubborn core of the Dark Angels, which even he found difficult to change.
"Angry?"
Emrys chuckled, his gaze sharp as a scalpel, unflinchingly piercing the 'Angels of Vengeance' Chapter Master before him.
"Am I wrong? Look at the current situation—Angron's axe blade is already at your throats! The Chapter's continued existence, the oath of ten thousand years of guardianship, the last fire of Caliban—is all of this not more important than that 'secret' you yourselves have sealed away in the deepest part of The Rock, unknown to anyone, that illusory 'honor'?"
Including the Angels of Vengeance, the other Chapter Masters also seemed to freeze in place because of these words.
That sky-burning rage also seemed to be instantly frozen, leaving only a bone-deep stiffness!
"Do you think that even if the Dark Angels Legion is destroyed, as long as 'honor' remains, you are still the Emperor's First Legion?"
Emrys unceremoniously exposed the fear hidden beneath their 'hypocritical' masks.
"Wrong, completely wrong—your self-righteous sacrifices, the 'honor' and 'secrets' you protect, are worthless!"
"Aren't you asking me why I allied with the alien?" Emrys took a step forward, releasing the Angels of Vengeance Chapter Master from his restraint, looking into his eyes, and sternly said.
"Good, I'll tell you why!"
"Draconys is a conspiracy!"
"This place is a trap specifically designed for the Dark Angels. Do you think that by dying, you can repay the Emperor and return gloriously to the Golden Throne?"
"No, I'll tell you what will happen if the Dark Angels Legion is destroyed here!"
At this point, Emrys' emotions grew more fervent, his voice becoming hoarse and loud. He controlled his psychic power to manifest a world; it was Draconys.
And not far from Draconys's orbit was "The Rock." However, this remnant of Caliban was now being devoured by the shadow of Chaos.
"On The Rock, there is a 'key' coveted by the Chaos Creator. It is the key to controlling the Webway. Once obtained by Chaos"
As he spoke, The Rock, in the psychic simulation, turned into a scorched earth burning with fire, and Draconys—amidst powerful Warp fluctuations—actually split and collapsed, like a massive bomb dropped into a calm lake, causing an earth-shattering explosion in the physical universe. The material barrier was shattered, and an even more terrifying, massive rift tore across the star system!
"If we lose—"
Emrys' gaze was chilling, filled with surging rage.
"—not only you, but the Chaos Creator will get what it wants, and Draconys will become a second 'Eye of Terror,' completely isolating the dark side and plunging the Imperium of Man back into the Dark Age!"
"Now, open your eyes and look at me!"
Emrys roared, almost screaming.
"Which is more important—the honor of the First Legion you speak of, those ridiculous secrets, or saving the future of humanity and the future of the Imperium—answer me!!!"
The Angels of Vengeance Chapter Master was stunned.
He stared blankly at "The Rock," which had become a wasteland in the psychic simulation, and the chasm torn in the physical universe after Draconys's explosion, his heart chilling bit by bit, sinking to the bottom.
It wasn't just him.
The Guardians of the Covenant, Angels of Redemption, Angels of Absolution, Angels of Defiance, and other Chapter Masters were all deeply shattered by this scene, which had always been their life's honor and conviction!
"If, for the sake of saving the Imperium, my actions are deemed 'heretical,'" Emrys' tone was resolute, his gaze slightly lowered.
"Then—I am willing to bear the burden, to become this 'heretic,' without regret!"
In the Chaos Command Hall, the daemon Prince stood like a mountain, his head resembling that of some giant beast, burning with demonic fire, his two thick, crimson arms hanging naturally, covered in lava-veined carapaces. Around him, trembling Tech-Priests stood.
At this moment, the daemon Prince's gaze was fixed on a miniature model, seemingly cast in bronze, within the holographic projection before him.
"The world Eaters' Fifteenth Company has sent a report," the Dark Tech-Priest standing beside him said, his voice trembling.
daemon Prince Serragrim was extremely brutal; during his reign, the number of people he executed for minor mistakes alone could form a mountain. It was no wonder the Tech-Priest was terrified.
"Speak."
Serragrim's gaze turned to the Dark Tech-Priest.
"Great Prince Serragrim, the world Eaters' Fifteenth Company reports: the Dark Angels and the 'target' suddenly appeared on their flank thirty minutes ago—"
The Dark Tech-Priest paused.
"The result!"
A deep, oppressive voice emanated from the daemon Prince's mouth, accompanied by a terrifying gaze that fell upon the Dark Tech-Priest.
"The Fifteenth Company's flank—was routed by the Dark Angels, suffering heavy casualties, and the 'Absolvers' Chapter was rescued and vanished." The Dark Tech-Priest stammered through the report.
Bang!!!
The next moment, his head was smashed.
Bloody, viscous matter and mechanical parts splattered across the Command Hall.
"Useless! Useless! All useless!!!"
Serragrim unleashed his fury entirely on the Dark Tech-Priest. His sinister and enraged gaze ignited the air like a raging fire.
"I gave you six days, a full six days! But you have betrayed my trust! Even now, you haven't found out how 'Emrys' disappeared!"
The successive failures of the Chaos Legions had completely eroded daemon Prince "Serragrim's" already limited patience.
In his sinister, tyrannical blood-red pupils, a chilling killing intent emanated, seemingly solidifying into a bloody aura that swirled around his robust, massive body. Even the barrier of the material universe seemed to be distorted by this terrifying pressure.
Feeling this pressure, the many Tech-Priests couldn't help but tremble, and even their electronic voices were tinged with a deep fear.
Among them, the highest-ranking one dared not look directly at the 'daemon Prince', only able to lower his voice as much as possible and say.
"Great daemon Prince Serragrim, we have tried our best, but—that person disappears every time, and the Warp signal cannot be locked. Please give us a little more time. I assure you, we will definitely find his exact hiding place!"
"I have given you six days! How much longer do you want me, do you want the great Blood God, to wait?!"
Serragrim lowered his head, his terrifying, bloody gaze, filled with chilling killing intent, enveloped the Dark Tech-Priest.
"This is the 'Blood God's' anticipated feast, and you—you have already disappointed him twice!"
More importantly, the increasingly chaotic situation on Draconys, coupled with the arrival of the Green-skinned xenos, made him vaguely sense a hint of... failure!
Failure?
No, this was something he absolutely could not tolerate!
Serragrim was born on a world perpetually covered in ice and snow. He was once the leader of a human tribe on this harsh climate world. Having worshipped the Chaos Gods for many years, he finally received the 'Blood God's' blessing in a great war dedicated to the Chaos Gods, thereby ascending to become a 'daemon Prince'!
Since becoming a daemon Prince, he has been perpetually "Thirsty," possessing an extreme craving for war, honor, blood, and skulls. It was precisely this extraordinary craving that allowed him to gradually earn the favor of his Sir.
But he was far from satisfied with the status quo.
Serragrim was like a beast, his only desire to spread and propagate the renown of the 'Bloodthirsty Lord' through endless bloodshed and slaughter!
He wanted to receive more 'favors' and 'attention'!
If he could not fulfill his Sir's wishes, what was the point or value of his existence?!
Failure was absolutely unacceptable!
"Emrys! Emrys! Emrys!" Serragrim's huge hand crushed a head, his eyes filled with ferocity and brutality. Terrifying blood energy swirled around him, almost solidifying, causing the space of the physical universe to seem distorted, torn, and wailing.
Communications from various attacked strongholds and Daemon Forges mentioned that the opponent could freely enter and exit a mysterious 'Warp' domain.
It was precisely this point that allowed "Emrys" to frequently, and stealthily, lead a large number of Dark Angels to suddenly appear from somewhere, achieve tactical objectives with extreme speed, and then disappear before Chaos reinforcements arrived.
Just like a ghost, difficult to capture!
Adding to that, the damned xenos, the Green-skinned Orc clans, had suddenly joined, forcing them to divert a considerable amount of energy to eliminate these annoying 'Mushroom Sprites'.
Otherwise, these disgusting 'Mushrooms' would soon cover the entire Draconys like Moss!
And this led to the Chaos Legions being unable to focus their energy and strength to deal with the elusive Dark Angels led by Emrys!
More and more Dark Angel sub-chapters disappearing meant that the Dark Angel Legion, initially dispersed by Warp power during their descent, was recovering its original strength and scale!
And once the Dark Angels recovered to Legion-level scale, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven for them to capture "Emrys"!
"Manifest the location of the 'Giant Tower' from the Warp!!!" Serragrim was wreathed in terrifying blood energy, his massive body casting a shadow, as if projecting the shadow of the Warp into the real universe. In the terrifying, distorted halo, his voice was deep and hoarse, yet extremely impactful.
"There are two more days—until the 'Blood God's' feast. I have no patience, nor do I wish to wait for you to resolve this anymore!"
"Expose the 'Giant Tower's' location?"
The Dark Tech-Priest panicked and hastily said.
"Great Serragrim, if the 'Giant Tower's' location is exposed, it will definitely be attacked by the Dark Angels. That is the core of the entire Draconys!"
"I want them to attack!"
Serragrim sneered, his gaze fixed on the seemingly bronze-cast building in the projection.
"Since I can't catch him, I'll make him come to me. I refuse to believe—they can just stand by and watch the 'Giant Tower' gradually devour Draconys!"
Eight days was his bottom line!
He had to present this gift to his great Sir on this day, the 'Blood God's' sacred number!
The firmament of Draconys Star was eternally shrouded in the blasphemous runes twisted by Chaos, every breath of air filled with a pungent, scorched smell, and the murky green mist seemed to hold a deep malice!
And at the furthest reaches of the horizon, where it almost merged with the sky, was an endless steel jungle, like a mountain range, as if it were a continental divide, completely separating heaven and earth.
Within this gigantic steel jungle that bisected the continent, a massive tower, thick as a mountain's spine, pierced the sky, standing out as particularly awe-inspiring and eye-catching.
From the top of the giant tower, a torrent of crimson plasma continuously spewed forth, directly piercing the firmament. Its immense and terrifying energy wantonly unleashed the mighty power from Chaos and the Highest Heavens, churning the clouds and atmosphere. Bolts of lightning, thick as water barrels, rolled and roared, shaking the land for a hundred miles!
Even from this distance, one could still feel the earth violently trembling with each eruption of light from the tower's summit, a groan of unbearable strain emanating from deep within the world's geodetic lines!
"It's there."
Emrys' gaze fell on the horizon's edge.
"It — it is the 'heart' that maintains this world's blasphemous form, drawing torrents from the Warp to provide energy for hundreds of daemon factories!"
"This is a trap." Azrael, as the Supreme grandmaster, had fully recovered from his initial rage upon seeing the 'Draconys Star's' blasphemous appearance. Now, seeing the giant tower spewing energy and light, his heart was unperturbed, like a rock sculpture, his voice calm.
"You're right, this is a trap, and also — a bait." Emrys' lips curled into a cold arc.
Arcane psionic light flickered deep in his eyes as he turned to look at Azrael beside him.
"Angron doesn't have the brains for this. The one who came up with this plan — it should be the other daemon Prince from the daemon Forge Palace. Their target is me."
This wasn't him slandering Angron.
Although — with Angron's intellect, setting aside normal times, he would most likely not be able to devise such a complex plan. It could only be the other Khorne daemon Prince from the daemon Forge Palace.
"They're in a hurry."
Azrael was to the point.
"They can't find you, and it's even less possible for them to catch you, which is why they came up with this method to lure you into their trap."
It's no wonder Chaos was anxious.
Under Emrys' leadership, more and more 'sub-chapters' were returning to the Dark Angels. As the Dark Angels' scale grew larger and larger, the hope of catching Emrys became increasingly slim, so Chaos had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.
"I originally thought that with the Ork beasts holding them back, Chaos would be quieter —" At this point, Emrys' gaze turned back to the giant tower, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"I didn't expect them to be completely insane, willing to expose their 'heart' just to force me out."
That giant tower was undoubtedly the most important structure on Draconys Star.
It could be said that Draconys Star's 'blasphemous' form was inextricably linked to that giant tower.
The giant tower could continuously draw energy from the world's geodetic lines, providing an endless supply of energy for hundreds, even thousands, of daemon factories on Draconys Star.
But more importantly.
The "Giant tower" was like a 'Warp', a wedge hammered into the physical universe, a festering wound!
As long as it existed for a day, Draconys Star and even the Iconoclast System would never be able to prevent the Warp's energy from surging into the material universe through this "festering" wound!
Khorne's ability to exert such a great influence on Draconys Star, including the daemon Primarch and daemon Princes, and so many other daemons, could all easily pour into reality because of this 'giant tower'!
In other words, once this 'giant tower' was pulled out, Draconys Star's blasphemous form, including the power of Khorne and the daemons, would all roll back into the Warp.
The importance of the 'giant tower' was evident!
Previously, this giant tower had always been hidden by Chaos in the Warp domain, in an invisible state, but now, in order to catch the elusive Emrys, Chaos had clearly gone all out!
Chaos no longer hid this "Blasphemous" creation!
The giant tower stood so conspicuously at the edge of the horizon. Chaos' scheme could no longer be said to be imminent,
but rather, it was naked and undisguised — they wanted Emrys!
"We must destroy this 'giant tower'." Azrael's tone was slightly heavy, his gaze holding a hint of anger.
"We must cut off Chaos' 'heart', destroy their vital point, to gain a glimmer of hope."
"You're right." Emrys nodded slightly, agreeing with his opinion.
"This is an open conspiracy. If we ignore it, the power of the Warp will accumulate more and more on this blasphemous world, until finally — it turns the Iconoclast System into a second 'Curse Scar'."
Azrael continued Emrys' unspoken latter half of the sentence.
"But if we want to destroy it, we will inevitably fall into Chaos' trap. Their target — is you."
At this moment, Emrys was practically a hot commodity. Not only did Chaos want him, the Imperium wanted him, and even the Dark Eldar showed great interest in him.
It must be said, Chaos' move was indeed very clever!
Even the Supreme grandmaster was caught in a dilemma. If they were to destroy this giant tower, the Dark Angels could not do without Emrys; but if they really went, it would be equivalent to falling into the trap Chaos had prepared in advance!
Moreover, this time Chaos would definitely learn from the lesson of the previous daemon Forge Palace, preparing the largest lineup to ensure no mistakes. Even if Emrys had the Emperor's blessing, the opposing side was not to be underestimated, with a Chaos God also exerting its power!
No one could say for sure what the outcome would be.
But if they didn't go, this "Giant tower" would not take long to turn Draconys Star into a super "Bomb" that could blow the already split Imperium into four pieces — and perhaps even more!
By then, let alone one Primarch, even if three more came, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand the chaotic situation of the Imperium splitting into four.
"Isn't this perfect?"
However, Emrys, who had seen through Chaos' open conspiracy, showed no worry at all; instead, he revealed a confident smile.
"We need a valuable 'target'. Chaos wants to catch me, and the Ork beasts are seeking war. This is absolutely wonderful!"
"Lure those foul beasts here?" Azrael frowned, a hint of worry subtly revealed on his solemn face, like an ancient statue:
"But the question is, will they abide by the alliance?"
Counting on the Ork beasts to keep their word?
Even Inquisitors could be considered trustworthy, but Ork beasts — anyone who trusts them is a fool!
"Of course not, Hahahaha."
But Emrys seemed completely unconcerned, chuckling.
"That cunning beast will certainly not abide by the alliance. They will wait, wait until we and Chaos have fought to a bloody, exhausted standstill, having expended our last ounce of strength, only then will they pounce, tearing at what they believe to be the fattest piece of meat."
"Since you know they won't abide by the alliance, why would you —" Azrael's expression was somewhat strange as he stared at Emrys.
"Because from the very beginning, I never held the belief that they would abide by the alliance." Emrys smiled.
"Besides, I didn't plan to abide by it either."
...Azrael twitched the corner of his mouth.
God damn, so you guys just signed a piece of waste paper, neither side intending to abide by it from the start?
"They will come, the reason is simple —"
"Skullcrusher has lost many times. He needs such a great victory to prove his value in the beast tribes and clans, to prove that he is still an invincible boss, to prove the correctness of his decisions, and to prove his unshakable position!"
"If that's the case, then let him wait."
"Let him believe that he is the last hunter in this war!"
Emrys cast his gaze towards the giant tower.
The war had begun!