A simple sentence almost shattered the Daemon Prince's Dao heart.
He painstakingly slaughtered billions of lives, sacrificed one hive city after another, just to seek the great "Blood God," even if it was just a wisp of a glance or attention.
But what was the result?
Someone else easily obtained the 'attention' that he had painstakingly pursued but failed to get, and he even looked disdainful.
Wasn't this a form of NTR?
The bitterness and sourness within were known only to him.
"Shut up!"
Selagrim growled. He refused to believe that the great Blood God would be so biased, and even more so, he refused to believe that a human who had never offered anything to the Blood God could receive the Blood God's favor and grace.
He wanted to prove to the Blood God who was the greatest champion and the strongest favored one of the Khorne Legion, the Lord of Skulls, the God of Slaughter!
"Your existence is an insult to the great Khorne! I have decided—I will cut off your skull to prove to my god who his strongest champion is!!!"
Every syllable he uttered carried the power to tear souls, and his battle cry agitated the air!
Selagrim's massive fist suddenly shattered the air barrier, like a cannonball, dragging the wailing of billions of souls, stirring up rolling waves of bloody aura!
His enormous body transformed into a brass and crimson lightning bolt tearing through the air, carrying the destructive momentum of crushing mountains, and blasted towards Emrys!
The air shrieked!
The fist, covered in lava-like black armor, was engulfed in a sulfurous heatwave capable of vaporizing steel and a nearly tangible bloody killing intent, even space itself groaned and twisted at this moment!
Emrys stood at the very center of that destructive storm.
His eyes were calm as he looked at the fist, which was like a meteor, coming with earth-shattering force, and he sneered, "I don't have time to play with you!"
Snap!
The string that had always controlled his rationality snapped at this moment, followed immediately by power!
Facing the fist that obscured his entire vision and seemed capable of shattering space, Emrys didn't even flinch.
He simply calmly raised his right hand, splayed his five fingers, and made a vague grasping motion towards the roaring, crushing, everything-destroying giant fist.
There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, nor was there any dazzling psychic flash.
Only an invisible ripple of pure will, centered on Emrys, instantly spread out, sweeping across the entire battlefield.
Time—it seemed to be forcibly distorted and stretched at this moment. The terrifying power of the Khorne Prince, potent enough to destroy a battleship, suddenly stopped a few steps away from Emrys!
At this moment, Emrys' body was filled with surging, terrifying Warp energy, and his soul projection, deep within the Warp, burst forth with dazzling light!
Like a torch, illuminating the darkness!
And in real space, the fist stopped in front of Emrys, driven by the Daemon Prince's blasphemous runes, carrying the power of Chaos blessings, its very 'structure' was forcibly decomposed by a completely incomprehensible, irresistible force!
Yes!
The Daemon Prince's source of power was decomposed!
Selagrim looked at Emrys in terror. He frantically tried to struggle but found he couldn't move at all, including his own body; even his will seemed to be "frozen."
"Sorry." Emrys' eyes were cold. He held "Atropos" and gently swung it.
Immediately, a strange scene occurred!
The pitch-black blade seemed to not exist, passing directly through 'Selagrim.'
"Your fate"—ends here."
Selagrim's pupils dilated.
He seemed to "See" that at some point in the past, when he was still in his tribe, his throat was cut by a pitch-black, transparent, illusory blade, and he fell into the snowy mountains, terrified and ignorant.
"I—am dead?"
Selagrim paused.
In a billionth of a second, the flesh, bones, and even soul that constituted his current body began to silently disintegrate and dissipate from the most microscopic particle level.
It wasn't shattering, it wasn't melting.
Instead, the matter and energy that composed him were completely "Denied" by a higher-level force, reduced to their most basic, most primitive particles!
Finally, he understood why the Blood God insisted on obtaining this human—how could anyone Sir such terrifying, insidious abilities?!
Too sinister!
"I—I refuse to accept this!"
Selagrim roared, but he couldn't resist this fatal strike from the 'past.'
His fate was severed.
If the past didn't exist, it naturally meant that his future self would also cease to exist.
But whether he wanted to or not, it was impossible to change this 'predetermined' fate; he could only die in resentment, unwillingness, and a heart full of hatred.
Looking at the Daemon Prince who had turned to ashes, every inch of Emrys' skin, including his soul, was in excruciating pain, seemingly enduring immeasurable suffering.
"Still, a little short."
But he endured the pain, holding the 'illusory' Blade of Atropos, and walked step by step towards the Daemon Primarch Angron; he had to save Dante!
Dante's full-power strike, while severely wounding Angron, couldn't truly kill him.
The Blood Angel Chapter Master lay in a pool of blood, his life unknown.
Just as Emrys decided to use "This move" to cut down Angron.
Suddenly, a hand, several times larger than an ordinary person's and covered in deep green armor, reached out from behind, resting on Emrys' shoulder, carrying an invisible force that forcibly suppressed the violent, cruel killing intent that lingered in Emrys' heart.
Even the tyrannical Angron stopped his charging and stomping, as if he had been restrained, watching the figure that had suddenly appeared.
"That's enough, stop."
At the same time, a steady and hoarse voice sounded.
The voice contained a comforting magic, but more importantly, it felt very familiar to Emrys. He was stunned for a moment and instinctively turned his head.
A familiar figure entered his sight.
The figure was taller than ordinary humans, even Primaris Space Marines, like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a vast and majestic aura that made it difficult to meet his gaze directly.
"Lion, Lion El'Jonson?"
Emrys, whose nerves had been tightly strung, felt the heart that had been in his throat slowly settle back into his chest upon seeing Lion El'Jonson's figure.
"You've worked hard."
Lion El'Jonson, with a look of relief, gently squeezed the hand on Emrys' shoulder, then shifted his gaze to his former 'brother,'
and now the 'Daemon Prince' with whom he must cross blades. He stepped out from beside Emrys, blocking the gaze of that figure.
"Leave the rest to me. You rest for a bit."
Buzz!!!
An invisible 'momentum' suddenly spread out with these words. The visible airflow, like tides crashing against reefs, emitted a low rumble.
This was not psychic power, but pure will and strength, drawing on the Warp to cause ripples in reality.
The Daemons, world Eaters, Iron Warriors, and other traitors, heretics, and vile beings who had once betrayed the Imperium and were closer to "Lion El'Jonson" bore the brunt of this pure will's impact, their senses even experiencing a dizzy spell.
It was as if the ground of the entire hive city groaned under this pure will's pressure, shattering and overwhelmed.
Just a glance.
The Chaos Legions opposing Lion El'Jonson subconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons, their breathing became heavy, cold sweat seeped from their glands, every inch of their skin tightened, and their hair stood on end, as if they sensed a great threat!
They had no doubt about the true strength of this returned Primarch, the former Lord of the First Legion, the King of the Silent Lions.
After all, his battle records were genuine; those xenos who had once questioned Lion El'Jonson had long since been buried in the dust of history.
Silence, oppression!
The air was like viscous oil, an invisible gravity pressed down, and the gasps around became heavier and more urgent.
"Angron—it's been ten thousand years."
The Lion's gaze fell upon the ascended 'Angron,' though there was no real brotherly affection to speak of, as he hadn't thought much of the bastard back then.
However, what he hadn't expected was that after sleeping for ten thousand years, the first 'acquaintance' he'd see upon waking would be this guy.
It was somewhat unlucky.
"Hahahaha!" Angron's eyes were once again consumed by savagery, a mix of scorn and mockery, interspersed with grating static, as he roared in a low voice.
"Lion El… Johnson, have you crawled out of your grave too? But now—what are you protecting? The decaying Imperium, or that nauseating, hypocritical Corpse Emperor?!"
The Lion's figure was like a dark green mountain, the lion-head emblem on his power armor reflecting a cold, sharp light against the surrounding flames. He ignored Angron's taunts, placing a hand on the hilt of the Lion Sword at his waist, his expression impassive, and responded with a steady, calm voice.
"The things I protect have never changed, from beginning to end. As for you—ten thousand years, and you're still a 'slave,' a 'beast.'"
"I am no slave!!!"
Angron roared in fury. Why did everyone he met call him a slave? He yelled, enraged.
"I am the Daemon Prince—the Red Angel, Angron!!!"
"Isn't that still a slave? Should I congratulate you on getting a new Sir?" The Lion raised an eyebrow, giving Angron a mocking look, and let out a cold snort from his nose.
"Or do you just like this feeling of being treated as a 'slave'? Does it make you feel like you're back on Nuceria? Do you need two more nails hammered into your head?"
Lion—Angron's blood surged with rage, the Butcher's Nails on his forehead flashing wildly with red light.
"No need to shout so loudly." The Lion said calmly.
"Though I am old, my ears can still hear. If you think I'm wrong, then I apologize—I shouldn't have called you a slave, because now, you're even worse than a slave on Nuceria."
Angron's knuckles popped wildly on the hand holding the great axe. Faced with the sharp-tongued Lion, he had no idea how to retort.
The Lion gave him no chance, continuing.
"Look at you now, you look just like a Chaos-bred hound. I truly pity you. Have the nails replaced your reason, your thoughts?"
That mouth was truly venomous!
Emrys, behind the Lion, almost couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up. Every sentence revolved around Nuceria, slaves, and nails—it was practically stabbing Angron in the heart!
He seemed to understand a little now why the original Lion wasn't accepted or liked by the other Primarchs.
With that mouth, who would choose him as Warmaster!
Angron looked at that figure, the Butcher's Nails shattering his reason, his fury erupting like magma. A shrill, piercing roar, like a storm, enveloped the entire battlefield.
"Lio—on—!!!"
The Lion unfurled his cloak, blocking the terrifying psychic storm, and then, under Angron's gloomy, murderous gaze, his mouth, as if poisoned, clung to Angron's sore spots.
"Shouting so loudly, do you think I'm right, mad dog?"
"Kill him!"
Angron decided to ignore him, for in terms of verbal sparring, he was indeed no match for the Lion.
The restless Chaos Daemons surged towards the Lion, with a Chaos Hellbrute leading the charge.
But.
Sla—sh!!!
The blade flashed, and the roaring, snarling Hellbrute had its head severed.
And that disgusting head was crushed under the Lion's foot. He held the magnificent Lion Sword, his expression utterly calm, as if what had just died by his blade was not some Chaos Hellbrute, but an ant.
Although Chaos Hellbrutes were inferior products manufactured in bulk, it was still a 'Dreadnought'! Was it really killed so easily in one blow?!
The hard armor of the Chaos Hellbrute was as fragile as paper in front of the Lion Sword!
Not just the Chaos Hellbrute, those who charged at the front didn't even see the trajectory of the Lion's sword swing before they were instantly killed.
Fast, too fast!
In just a few seconds, the ground around the Lion was littered with the corpses of Chaos Daemons, world Eaters, Iron Warriors, Dreadnoughts, and Terminators. At this moment, the weight contained within the term 'Primarch' was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.
Ordinary Astartes, and even Dreadnoughts, were almost indistinguishable from mortals in the eyes of a Primarch.
To say it was like slaughtering chickens and dogs would not be an exaggeration!
Chaos Daemons were strong, and Traitor Astartes were not weak, but—this was a Primarch!
The Emperor's ultimate creation, a demigod walking among men! His very existence was a declaration of victory, an absolute terror that brought despair to his enemies!
Looking at the Primarch's back, as steady as a mountain yet with a hidden sharpness like a sword about to be drawn, everyone had only one thought in their minds:
The sleeping Lion has awakened, and his claws will tear apart the Imperium's traitors!
The Lion wiped the blood from his blade and turned to look at Angron behind him.
"Is that all you've got, mad dog?"
Angron clearly realized something.
It was absolutely impossible to have these people surround the Lion, trying to wear down or hold back a Primarch.
A Primarch's enemy must be a Primarch!
Without dealing with the Lion, it would be impossible to take Emrys!
"Get out of the way!"
Angron strode forward with his massive feet, stepping on the ground, killing intent boiling in his daemon eyes.
"Come."
Lion's gaze was cold. He beckoned with a finger towards the enraged Angron.
"Let me see what power your Sir has bestowed upon you."
!!!
Angron stopped wasting words. His massive body erupted with terrifying speed, disproportionate to his size. The chainaxe let out a soul-rending shriek, bringing with it a crimson storm of destruction as it lunged at the Lion!
The ground cracked, the air roared!
The momentum was undeniably immense; even Emrys, hiding behind the Lion, felt as if he was facing a tsunami!
Boom!
With a loud bang, like a great bell.
In the terrifying impact, the great axe struck the Lion's shield on his left arm. The Lion's figure barely moved, using extremely refined skill to deflect most of the force. Although the ground beneath his feet cracked, his bent legs suddenly pushed off, from bottom to top.
Slam!
As the Lion Shield tilted, a burst of power erupted!
Angron's terrifying axe blow, striking the Lion's shield, not only failed to make the Lion retreat a single step, but instead caused him to be flung back by the force rebounding from the shield, landing heavily on the ground.
Shield… Shield counter?!
Watching this scene, Emrys' eyes widened. If he hadn't seen it wrong, the Lion seemed to have used a shield counter, returning all of Angron's power back to him!
The flipped Angron was stunned for a few seconds, his gaze falling on the shield.
"What is this thing?"
He had never seen such a strange object that, when struck, could return all of one's strength completely!
"Do you like it?"
The Lion, as if showing off, presented the shield engraved with a lion to Angron, then raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a wild smile.
"My father gave it to me, and this sword too."
—You're fucking crazy, aren't you?!
Angron's eye twitched, his brow ridge prominent, enraged. He burst out of the ruins and lunged with his great axe.
"I don't need the Corpse Emperor's blessings—!"
"Well, you don't have them either."
The Lion easily parried, deflecting Angron's great axe again, and said with intense mockery.
"Oh, I almost forgot, you were never favored by Father. It's alright, don't be jealous—look, your Sir also bestowed two things upon you, didn't he?"
…Angron said nothing, only attacking wildly.
As for Emrys?
What Emrys? He had long since pushed that matter to the back of his mind. What Blood God's mission, what Chaos' mission, today he absolutely had to kill the foul-mouthed Lion!
"Pfft, so easily provoked." Emrys watched Angron being gradually led away from the battlefield by the Lion, and decided that when he returned, he needed to learn more from the Lion.
That aggro pull was truly solid!
Angron had some brains, but definitely not much.
The Lion, as expected, was well-versed in military strategy; he provoked Angron right from the start, and without any effort, he pulled a major force of the Chaos Legion directly out of the battlefield.
Watching Angron and the Lion gradually leave, the Chaos Legion was completely dumbfounded.
What's going on?!
Just now, it was agreed to surround the Lion and then seize Emrys, so why did you run off?
But very quickly, the furious counterattack from the Blood Angels and Dark Angels plunged Chaos into an even more awkward situation.
In front were the Blood Angels and Dark Angels.
Behind were the brainless Ork Boyz, and the Bonegrinderz shouting 'mine, mine, all mine!', the Chaos Legion was practically paralyzed.
Even the Company Captain of the world Eaters couldn't help but ponder when the Chaos Legion, which had enjoyed all the advantages of time, terrain, and human relations, had become so easily manipulated.
Finally, he looked at Emrys, this miraculous human, and couldn't help but sigh.
That's right—it started with this human!
Ever since he appeared, the entire battle situation on Draconys had become strangely peculiar.
After obliterating the Daemon Prince, Emrys endured unspeakable agony, as if billions of cells in his body were being torn apart.
He gritted his teeth, stumbling under the cover of the Dark Angels, and reached Dante, who was protected by the Sanguinary Guard.
The Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, a legendary Space Marine of the Imperium, was now barely leaning against a collapsed ruin.
Seeing Emrys approach, Dante gestured with his eyes for the surrounding Sanguinary Guard to make way.
Once the Sanguinary Guard cleared a path, Emrys approached and realized that Dante's injuries were several times more severe than he had imagined!
An extraordinary amount of blood loss stained the nearby ground red, and Dante's Terminator Power Armor, which had endured a millennium of vicissitudes and countless life-and-death struggles, was ripped open like a can torn by a giant beast, from his left shoulder to his right waist, a massive, jagged, terrifying gap with edges flickering with profane energy sparks, almost piercing through his body!
Just a little, just a little more... this jagged, chewed, and torn wound could have cut this Imperial legend in half!
The Blood Angel Apothecaries were gathered around the Chapter Master, conducting various tests.
But as the test results came in, including the Sanguinary Guard, an extremely oppressive and sorrowful atmosphere began to spread.
Angron's Daemon axe not only split open the adamantium-ceramite composite armor but also, with pure destructive power, crushed the Chapter Master's clavicle, scapula, all ribs on the left and right sides, and completely pulverized his spine and thoracic vertebrae.
The Warp energy remaining in the Chapter Master's body, like bone maggots, was burning Dante's remaining, faint life energy.
The Larraman's Organ was completely damaged, losing its clotting function.
Although the primary heart avoided the most direct attack path, due to the immense impact, it suffered compression, leading to insufficient blood pumping and a sharp decline in efficiency.
The secondary heart was directly destroyed by Angron, but because Dante had injected hormone agents, it functioned like an overloaded engine for a short time, accelerating blood pumping to provide him with his last strength, and had now completely stopped beating and melted down!
The neuro-regulating system was completely ineffective, preventing Dante from entering deep hibernation.
And the most important organ, the 'Artificial Meninges,' was accidentally completely destroyed during the fierce battle with Angron, which means...
Dante could not enter a state of suspended animation, eliminating the possibility of receiving treatment.
And within all this, Dante's own will to live was extremely faint.
"Multi-system complete collapse, irreversible."
The Apothecary tried to report the test results in a calm tone, with a hint of sadness in his silence.
Although they knew in advance that this was the Chapter Master's own choice, when truly faced with this moment, they still found it difficult to accept.
"Eryx, do not be sad."
Dante already knew his end; he did not feel sad, even accepting it with equanimity, his voice very calm.
"Now, take my Gene-seed and bring it back to Baal. This is your duty."
The Apothecary lowered his head.
Dante then turned his gaze to the Sanguinary Guard.
"Isaac, do not feel dishonored. This is the outcome I desired. And do not inter me in a Dreadnought; I am too weary—let me rest here. This is my end."
This seemed to be his last will.
After saying these words, Dante finally fixed his gaze on Emrys, a dry smile barely gracing his cracked lips.
"This is the path I chose. Do not be sad for me, nor blame yourself. I have fulfilled my duty; now it is your turn."
"Dante—"
Emrys looked at the severely wounded Dante, a pang of bitterness in his heart.
He remembered when he first entered Baal, to persuade the many Blood Angels, how this Chapter Master had unhesitatingly and firmly chosen to believe him.
"I am too weary—"
Dante's eyelids slowly closed.
"Just let me—rest—"
Luis Dante.
His historical existence carried the glory of the Chapter, and also the future of the Blood Angels. If one were to quantify a person's importance for comparison, then this person named 'Luis Dante' was an indispensable and extremely important member of the Imperium.
In an era when the Primarchs had not yet returned and the Imperium was shrouded in darkness, it was Dante, it was Krast, it was Logan, who became role models for the Space Marines, standing like monuments in the history of the Imperium.
It was also they who, in countless desperate situations, led their Chapters to fight for the Imperium across the galaxy.
Seeing Dante fall into a coma, Emrys finally couldn't help but move his lips, softly saying, "Wait, I—I can save him."
Instantly, Emrys felt dozens of gazes fall upon him.
It was the Sanguinary Guard and the Apothecary.
"You—are you serious?!" Isaac, the highest-ranking officer of the Sanguinary Guard, who had followed the Chapter Master through countless hellish battlefields, now had a voice that trembled.
"You, you really have a way to save the Chapter Master?!"
Apothecary Eryx's eyes widened, looking at Emrys in disbelief, his throat bobbing as if a thousand catties pressed on his tongue.
"This—"
"Impossible."
"I do have a way, but—"
Emrys' eyes were somewhat complex.
On one hand, he could understand and empathize with Chapter Master Dante's thoughts, believing that perhaps death was indeed a release for Dante. But on the other hand, Dante's current status and identity determined his importance, and the Imperium absolutely could not lose this experienced and highly respected Regent of the Dark Imperium at this critical moment.
These two thoughts intertwined in his mind.
Leaving Emrys in a dilemma: should he save him, or not?
Eryx seemed to sense Emrys' internal struggle at this moment. After a few seconds of silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "The Blood Angels—cannot lose their Chapter Master, at least... not here."
"We just went through the Battle of Baal, and the Blood Angels urgently need a respected leader. Only Dante—can lead us to reunite the Blood Angels in this dark, chaotic era!"
Eryx said, looking back at the completely unconscious Dante, his tone complex.
"I know we are being selfish—but even if we don't consider ourselves, the Imperium's current Indomitus Crusade needs Dante!"
Isaac opened his mouth. He couldn't bring himself to tell Emrys not to save Dante, but he also found it hard to accept the Chapter Master's death. Caught between these two contradictions, he fell silent.
"If he wants to blame someone, let him blame me—"
Emrys sighed deeply. He still couldn't stand by and watch Dante die, and softly said, "I'm sorry, Chapter Master. You'll have to work a little longer."
When Emrys said this, he was already prepared for Dante to punch him when he woke up.
It's fine, he wouldn't be the only one getting beaten up anyway; aren't there still Isaac and Eris?
At worst, he would just say that those two tricked him, and with Dante's temper, he probably wouldn't bother with him.
Since they decided to save him, considering the risks involved, Emrys briefly discussed it with Eris and Isaac.
His method was very simple.
It was the Primaris Upgrade surgery!
In fact, this method was, before the plot was changed, when Dante was gravely wounded and near death during the Battle of Baal, the Regent's expeditionary fleet happened to arrive. They performed the Primaris Upgrade surgery on the gravely wounded and dying Dante, thus ensuring that the Chapter Master did not die yet again, and continued to work overtime in the galaxy.
This plan was also the only option at the moment.
There was no need to worry about the Primaris Upgrade surgery; the Blood Angel had already communicated with the Regent and fully mastered this technology.
However, whether to proceed with it still depended on Isaac and Eris.
After hearing about this extremely risky plan, Eris, as the Apothecary, only hesitated for half a second before agreeing.
"This is the only way!"
Eris took a deep breath, her eyes filled with worry.
"May the Emperor and Sanguinius bless him."
"But this is a battlefield. If we call for a Thunderhawk gunship to transport the Chapter Master" Isaac raised his concern.
Given the current intensity of the battle, the Imperial fleet in space was still at a disadvantage. They had fought their way through a bloody path to get to Draconys Star, and returning would not be so simple!
But if they didn't return to the ship, it would be impossible to complete the surgery with only the technology and medical equipment available here.
"Don't worry about that."
Emrys stepped forward and said.
"I will take him to a safe place for the Primaris Upgrade surgery. If you're not at ease, one of you can come with me."
Isaac and Eris exchanged glances.
"I'll go," Eris said. "I am the Apothecary. Your role as the Regent of the Sanguinary Guard is more important than mine on the battlefield."
"Alright."
Isaac didn't hesitate.
"Chapter Master, I leave him to you — Eris."
Time was short, so Emrys skipped the pleasantries. Seeing their decision, he immediately grabbed the unconscious Dante.
"Get a little closer to me, and be ready."
As soon as Eris got close, they were enveloped in a bright light and then vanished without a trace.
Even though Isaac had mentally prepared himself, he was still startled.
But before he could be shocked for long, Emrys reappeared, his face even paler.
"You—you came back alone?" Isaac's heart tightened suddenly. Could it have failed?!
"No, Dante is currently receiving treatment."
Emrys glanced at him. Although he was very tired, he still had something he had to do. So, on the comms channel, he called all the Dark Angels and Blood Angels.
"All Chapters, follow the path I'm transmitting and conduct an organized resistance retreat!"
Resistance retreat?
The Blood Angel didn't understand, but seeing the Dark Angel beside him obey the order without a word and begin an orderly evacuation, he could only follow suit.
"They're running away!"
"Catch up, surround them!!!"
"Don't let them escape!"
The Chaos forces also noticed the Dark Angels and Blood Angels retreating. Having been suppressed for so long, their pent-up fury finally found an outlet.
Among them, a Company Captain of the Iron Warrior noticed something was wrong.
"No, they're not retreating in disarray; it's an organized withdrawal—
Beware of a trick!"
But unfortunately, his warning was drowned out in the chaotic, bloodthirsty comms channel, and no one paid any attention.
The Chaos forces had completely gone mad.
From top to bottom, the shame of being repeatedly escaped and outwitted by the Dark Angel turned into deep rage, causing them to completely lose their minds. All they could think about was how to get revenge and chop off the heads of these Lions!
"We're everywhere here! Where do you think you can run now!!!" the world Eater Regent roared furiously, ordering his forces to press forward.
He wasn't wrong.
This was a Chaos stronghold, filled with twisted Warp energy everywhere. The Dark Angel's little tricks were useless here!
But was reality truly as he imagined?
When the bewildered Blood Angel followed the Dark Angels into a dead end that was blocked, they couldn't help but exclaim.
"This is your plan?!"
This was a dead end!
Ahead was a rift twisted by the Warp, and powerful Chaos energy permeated every part of this street!
And behind them were the pursuing Chaos forces; they were completely trapped here!
However, the Dark Angel remained calm.
Just as the Blood Angel were in an uproar, Emrys suddenly spread his arms and waved at the pursuing Chaos forces, as if saying goodbye.
"Goodbye, everyone."
"??"
The world Eater Regent looked utterly bewildered.
Was this guy crazy? This was clearly a dead end!
But the next second, Emrys brought his two fingers together, and a brilliant electric light burst from his fingertips, drawing a circle at an extremely fast speed.
Soon, the brilliant electric light drew a perfect circle in the void, and the space within the "circle" actually showed the Dark Angel's main camp, hundreds of kilometers away!
"Retreat!!!"
Emrys waved his hand and was the first to jump into the circle.
Immediately after, the Dark Angels, pulling the still-stunned Blood Angels, all plunged into the circle.
"Oh no, stop them quickly!!!"
Although the world Eater Regent still didn't understand what was happening, the facts before his eyes told him that these people were escaping!
After fighting for so long, with so many casualties, and so much effort, if Emrys still managed to escape, he could hardly imagine what the outcome would be.
"Chasing me?"
Emrys sneered.
"I was waiting for you to catch up. It's time to let you taste the Emperor's wrath!!!"
The next moment, the circle suddenly expanded!
Its diameter even reached hundreds of meters, like a giant portal.
And on the other side of the door, almost filling the entire plain, stretching as far as the eye could see, were cold gun barrels standing tall, and heavy tanks arranged neatly like a Wall of Sighs!
"Taste the might of the iron tide!"
A cruel smile appeared on Emrys' face.
"fire, and fire hard!!!"
"For the Emperor! Open fire!"
Upon receiving the order, the Imperial Auxilia of Holy Terra, the Twenty-Eighth, Twenty-Ninth, Thirtieth, and Thirty-First — a total of four armored regiments — in that roar, like a spark igniting a fuse, began a terrifying and desperate divine judgment upon the dense Chaos forces on the other side of the portal!
In an instant, the Emperor's wrath descended!