The hooded figure said this, then swung the Lion El'Jonson's Sword, cutting down two Thousand Sons stretcher bearers who rushed forward.
Ahriman, now in a sorry state, crawled backward on the ground, trying to grab his staff which had been knocked away.
"You... you should have died! Should have died!"
Just as Ahriman's hand touched the staff on the ground... a dark green power boot stepped on the staff.
Ahriman looked up to see the hooded figure, holding the Lion El'Jonson's Sword, looking down at the disheveled Ahriman on the ground.
"It's time to end this... traitor!"
Just as the hooded figure was about to plunge his sword into Ahriman's neck... a plasma blast directly struck the hooded figure.
The hooded figure raised the Lion El'Jonson's Sword to block, but was directly knocked flying into the ruins of a nearby building.
"Fallen Angels!!!!! Judgment!!!!!!!"
Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai appeared, his right hand holding a crozius arcanum, his left a plasma pistol, accompanied by a group of hooded Inner Circle Supermen.
Seizing the opportunity, Ahriman picked up his staff and plunged it into the ground, a teleportation circle immediately appearing beneath him.
He instantly fell into it, returning to the Thousand Sons' battleship, where several Thousand Sons came over and helped the shaken Ahriman to his feet.
"Brother Ahriman!"
Ahriman, however, said in terror: "He's not dead! If he's not dead... does that mean those others aren't dead either?!"
At this, several Thousand Sons veterans of ten thousand years immediately said with puzzled expressions: "Brother Ahriman? Who are you talking about? Who isn't dead?"
"Cypher!"
...In the ruins, Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai and the Inner Circle Supermen quickly cleared the remaining Thousand Sons.
Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai stepped into the rubble of the building where the Fallen Angels had just flown.
The area was now empty, only ruins remained... Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai looked at the traces on the ground.
That plasma blast had injured the Fallen Angels... "He can't have gone far..."
The hooded figure was hiding in the wall cavity of a building, holding his breath...
Blood continuously flowed from a gap in his left arm armor, dripping onto the ground, drop by drop.
He listened to the footsteps outside; they were gradually approaching the wall, then suddenly stopped...
"Boom!"
The next second, a metal power fist suddenly punched through the wall partition, narrowly missing the hooded figure's face and embedding itself into the wall.
Then, the arm was pulled across horizontally, immediately sweeping towards the hooded figure.
The hooded figure chose to immediately smash through the wall, charging directly at Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai like a cannonball, violently knocking the black-armored Chaplain to the ground, his plasma pistol flying out of his hand.
The two rolled together, landing in the rubble-strewn ruins.
Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai quickly got up, his powerful and skilled arm swinging out, precisely grabbing the hooded figure's shoulder plate, forcibly lifting him, and slamming him onto the ground.
The floor shattered, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.
The hooded figure showed no weakness, using the momentum of the fall to quickly flip over, wrapping his legs around Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai's waist, his body coiling around his opponent like a snake, attempting to throw him.
Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai was as steady as a rock, letting out a low growl, fiercely striking the opponent's abdomen with his knee, then swinging his crozius arcanum towards the hooded figure's head.
"You won't escape, Fallen Angels!" Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai roared, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism, "Repent, and cleanse your sins in the glory of the Emperor and The Lion!"
The hooded figure extended his left arm, blocking the fatal blow of the crozius arcanum with his wrist guard, but the jarring impact still caused intense pain in his injured left arm.
He snorted coldly, his right hand quickly drawing a dagger from his waist and stabbing towards Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai's ribs.
The blade grazed the edge of Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai's power armor but failed to penetrate the deeper ceramite layer.
Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai roared and stepped back, simultaneously delivering a forceful punch, while the hooded figure, with extreme speed, flipped to his feet, confronting him head-on.
The two stood in the ruins, their gazes clashing like blades.
The remaining Thousand Sons Warriors had long been cleared by the Inner Circle Supermen, who were preparing to rush in to assist Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai, but Lord Li Feng immediately called them away to pursue Abaddon, who was being carried away by a Black Legion stretcher team.
Now, only these two warriors remained in the entire ruin, locked in a standoff.
"Fallen Angels, state your name! Even your crimes must be recorded in the Book of Judgment!" Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai pressed forward, his voice resonating like a bell.
The hooded figure let out a soft laugh, seemingly disdainful of the accusation.
He whispered: "You won't catch me, just as you will never grasp the truth about our father."
"Our father?" Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai froze, then his eyes blazed with fury, "You dare to desecrate...!"
Before he finished speaking, the hooded figure moved again.
He feinted an attack, seemingly intending to charge head-on, but then suddenly glided sideways, using speed and agility to create distance from Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai.
His left hand quickly pulled out a flashbang and threw it between the two.
"Boom!" The blinding light made Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai instinctively raise his arm to shield his eyes.
In the brief moment his vision was obstructed, the hooded figure charged forward, sliding into Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai and knocking him to the ground, then reversed and pressed down, holding the dagger to Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai's neck.
"There has never been any Fallen Angels! Listen carefully to me, we—uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh..."
The hooded figure was saying this, but the next second, an ultra-high-power stun baton was directly pressed against his neck... "Uh uh uh uh uh..."
The hooded figure collapsed onto Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai's body.
Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai looked up to see Leman Russ holding the stun baton, with Jaghatai Khan, Living Saint Celestine, and Lord Li Feng standing nearby!
Russ, holding the stun baton, turned to Li Feng: "Hey, Uncle Li! This thing is really fun!"
Interrogator-Chaplain Asmodai's vision went black... "Damn it! Our secret is exposed!"
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