Inside The Rock Monastery.
Azrael stood in the command hall.
Wearing his helmet, he stared intently at the projection of Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels.
Although Dante didn't notice anything unusual from the front, during their conversation, many Dark Angels could still be seen glancing at the back of Azrael's head from time to time.
Dante looked a bit puzzled by this, but Azrael pretended not to see it, trying his best to maintain a normal demeanor.
In his heart, he wondered over and over again what kind of monster he had encountered in that secret chamber.
Because right at the back of his head was a scar clearly dented by a massive force.
Azrael had been discovered when the Dark Angels reinforcements arrived, only to find their Supreme Grand Master had actually been knocked unconscious by a single staff strike.
Looking at the battle scene, aside from the few Plasma rounds Azrael had fired at the beginning, there were no traces of any counterattacks in the entire environment.
In other words, their Supreme Grand Master went all out, their Supreme Grand Master charged in, and their Supreme Grand Master was knocked out by the opponent with a single blow...
The observant Dark Angels realized this fact almost instantly, and then they couldn't help but feel curious about what on earth Azrael had encountered to be beaten like this.
"So you're saying our father is on Longlin Star, hunting those traitors?"
Azrael changed the subject. Seeing this, the surrounding Dark Angels quickly withdrew their gazes. Dante also carried a suspicion deep in his eyes that was hard to suppress; his eyes even wanted to shift to see what that group of Dark Angels was looking at.
However, the projection couldn't show it. Dante gave up after a while and then nodded very sincerely.
"Yes, Lord Lion El'Jonson is on Longlin Star."
"If nothing unexpected happens, he should have hunted down many traitors by now."
Dante wouldn't lie about such a thing. Although he hadn't seen Lion ElJonson yet, Azrael instinctively chose to believe him.
At the same time, he waved his hand to signal the equally shocked Dark Angels around him to immediately go to the surface to search for the Lion's traces, while responding to Dante:
"Of course. Our gene-father, in the form of a lion, will eliminate any..."
Azrael was about to affirm his gene-father, but before he could finish his sentence, an urgent request for a projection connection suddenly came from the other side.
Azrael was stunned because a conversation between the Chapter Masters of two original Legions would never be interrupted unless it was extremely urgent news.
Azrael knew something was wrong and quickly connected the communication. A live feed from the ground was immediately displayed before Azrael and Dante.
Then, on both bridges, bodies stiffened almost simultaneously.
The Lion, whom they claimed could eliminate any enemy, was holding his shield and kneeling on the ground, while a Mortal held a demon sword high and smashed him into the earth, strike after strike.
The bridges on both sides were dead silent. Even the combatants on the surface who witnessed this scene experienced a brief moment of shock.
Azrael, looking at that familiar figure, was completely frozen.
Then he bowed his head slightly, and the brow under his helmet couldn't help but furrow.
"Back then..."
"Was I planning to duel this guy?!"
Compared to the shock of finally seeing the Lion with their own eyes, seeing the Lion being suppressed and beaten by a Mortal was a sight that made everyone's jaws drop in disbelief.
Until the remaining divine power on Sith grew increasingly dim, and seeing that the Lion before him was still stubborn and focused solely on killing him, the 'traitor', Sith could only deliver one last strike to smash the Lion a bit deeper into the ground before suddenly pulling away to create distance.
Then the Lion, half-buried in the ground, suddenly rose, sending steel shards flying in all directions as he continued to pursue Sith closely.
Under everyone's gaze, a powerful demigod, a Primarch also wielding a divine artifact, had actually chased and slashed all the way without killing this Mortal!
On the entire battlefield, aside from the mindless Necron minions, only Van Roth and the others had expressions that took this for granted.
Even on the orbital bridge, Azrael watched for a long time, truly not knowing where this Sith had come from. He even looked inquiringly at Dante, who had lived long enough to perhaps know.
Facing Azrael's gaze, Dante was dazed for a moment and quickly shook his head:
"I just arrived, I don't know."
As Dante spoke, he even glanced at Azrael. It seemed like you've already fought the opponent, so why are you asking me, the newcomer?
It's not possible that you two met, didn't say a single word, and you were just taken out by him?
Dante scanned him suspiciously again, while Azrael acted as if he didn't see the other's gaze. After staring blankly at the ground for a while, he suddenly remembered and hurriedly spoke to those around him:
"Quick!"
"Everyone head to the surface immediately."
"Protect our father at all costs!"
Azrael was in a great panic. The Dark Angels around him, who had also come to their senses, quickly moved, preparing to reinforce the Lion regardless of the cost.
But while the crowd was acting, Azrael and Dante watched for a while, and then a hint of doubt couldn't help but surface on their brows.
While the two of them were puzzled, on the other side, on the orac Ark of Omen—which was under heavy fire from multiple sides and had already lost half its life—Abaddon and Vashtorr's joy at seeing Sith and the Lion 'dog-eat-dog' gradually turned into confusion.
Then the confusion turned into rage.
"The two of them are fighting to the death, why do they have to run into our ranks?!"
Abaddon was beyond furious. He was staying obediently on the bridge, with no intention of going down to join the battle.
But precisely because he hadn't gone down, he noticed that Sith and the Lion, whether intentionally or not, both chose to charge into the Chaos ranks.
Amidst their wide-sweeping moves, all the collateral damage was actually hitting Abaddon's people!
Abaddon was enraged and even instinctively gripped the claw of horus, habitually wanting to go to the surface to demonstrate his individual strength.
But after gripping the claw, he watched as Sith's divine power was about to run out, and the scene of him being sent flying by the Lion's strike, crashing into a hillside and instantly kicking up a massive cloud of dust, made Abaddon obediently loosen his grip on the claw again.
Then he deliberately squeezed it and muttered to himself:
"It's time to let the Adeptus Mechanicus maintain it."
Vashtorr had been watching intently, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but glare at Abaddon.
Then, too lazy to deal with Abaddon further, Vashtorr simply raised his hand and switched the screen to the very core of the Chaos Traitors.
There was an altar built at some unknown time. Around the altar at this moment, dense Warp energy was permeating.
Vashtorr looked at the altar and the approaching Sith and Lion, hefted his hammer, and then his face...
...gradually showed anticipation.
Finally, as Sith gritted his teeth, feeling the massive force that almost shattered his bones, he was sent flying to the base of the altar.
Just as he was about to get up and give the Lion another volley of Bolter fire, the Lion also looked tense and quickly raised the Emperors Shield, actually having become somewhat afraid of Sith's unerring Bolter fire.
But before either could act, on the massive altar Sith was leaning against, a surge of Warp energy erupted. Intense bloodlust and fury suddenly and violently assaulted Sith's soul.
Then, as Sith's eyes widened and he was about to curse, atop the altar, the 'gift' Vashtorr had originally prepared for the Dark Angels—with massive fleshy wings, a crimson body, and wielding two great axes—stepped out of the altar.
The Chosen of Khorne, Angron, also appeared on the battlefield as scheduled!
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