Originally, Richard had intended to say something strict to continue guiding the Lion.
But now that his chess piece had broken through the dimensional wall and developed a certain level of awareness, he certainly couldn't use that method anymore.
Clearly, the Lion now interpreted the guidance and voices in his head as instructions from his Father.
In that case, wouldn't it be better to just go along with it?
[Richard: I'm merely reminding you. Don't go huffing and puffing on the spot when a few Fallen Angels appear later!]
[The mission to garrison the Hive City is one you must carry out. As the eldest son, you should learn to remain composed!]
As Richard transmitted this message, the Lion—still commanding the battle on the sand table—paused in surprise.
Wait… his greatest secret had already been revealed?
Could it be that his Father really already knew about that matter?
On the sand table, the Lion King's sweat had already dripped onto his own pieces.
Those bean-sized drops of sweat were visible even to the Knight Commander beside him. The Knight Commander thoughtfully offered a towel, but the Lion rejected the gesture.
"Wait!"
Haji Lion—the huffing Lion—clung to the last thread of her stubbornness. She simply couldn't accept that half her Legion had turned traitor.
At this moment, she felt like a child who had caused trouble, standing before her parents. She didn't want her shameful history to be revealed to her elder.
[Lion King: How is that possible? You know everything?]
[Impossible. At that time, you shouldn't have even ascended the Throne yet, and Sanguinius shouldn't have died either!]
[No, that's not right!]
[Are you truly Father?]
[If it's true, how can you prove it?]
[System Notification: Your chess piece has been detected to have doubts about you. If you cannot play the role assigned by the system properly, it may cause this unit to go out of control.]
[Once out of control, you will no longer be able to Designate this unit, and the unit's attributes and Designate entries will vanish from your hands.]
Reading the system prompt, Richard couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
Some Primarchs still possessed sharp minds—especially this piece, who loved keeping secrets.
[Richard: Perhaps you should ask Luther and Cypher exactly what they did. When the day comes that you catch those two, the entire truth will come to light.]
With just this one sentence, Richard restored the Lion's trust… and at the same time, made her head spin.
It was over. The two most important Fallen Angels had likely said something incredible to the Emperor.
Now, if the Lion didn't catch them, she truly wouldn't be able to eat or sleep in peace.
"Damn those cursed Fallen Angels!"
"What exactly did they say in front of my Father?"
"No… sooner or later, I must get my hands on those two bastards!"
"I must personally interrogate those two traitors thoroughly. I need to know exactly what they said in front of Father!"
Richard's riddle-master maneuver almost made the Lion explode on the spot.
Because now she had to uncover what secrets those two damn Fallen Angels had leaked, and also what exactly they had done.
"Lord El'Jonson, have you made a new discovery?"
"If it concerns the Fallen Angels, let's terminate all current missions!"
"The lives of these people are far less important than the Fallen Angels… perhaps we should abandon all defensive lines and quickly capture the Fallen Angels outside!"
The Knight Commander beside her was clearly serious. After all, he was a green chess piece, not a black one from the 30k era.
In other words, every Terminator warrior here was a member of the Inner Circle; at the very least, none had memory issues.
Every member of the Inner Circle naturally knew their mission. Beyond their loyalty to the Empire, the most important task was catching those traitorous Fallen Angels.
To protect the Fallen Angels' secrets, these veterans wouldn't hesitate to strike down the Custodes by the Emperor's side.
Never mind the Custodes… they would even dare to strike a Primarch of the Loyalist Faction.
If Guilliman learned the Fallen Angels' secrets, the Dark Angels' The Rock would forcibly land on Macragge the next day and turn it into ruins.
"It's nothing!"
"The battlefield is under my control. I haven't found any traces of the Fallen Angels!"
"It's just that… my Subspace instincts tell me these traitors have done something very significant!"
"They might even cause the Emperor to doubt our loyalty. That would be very bad!"
Seeing their Primarch's solemn expression, even the nearby Terminators felt their hearts tighten.
If the worst occurred, the fate of their First Legion would be uncertain.
Forced into rebellion, they could become the most absurd traitor legion in the Empire's history.
"Lord Primarch, then we—!"
"Don't worry, continue to be loyal!"
"It's just suspicion. A trial has descended upon us!"
"Perhaps I need to understand exactly what my Father wants me to do; otherwise… I won't be able to eat or sleep in peace!"
The Dreadwing veterans fell silent. Only the Primarch could handle such matters.
Although they didn't know how they had encountered the Primarch, complete memories were a luxury for the First Legion's secret-keepers.
[Richard: Seven days!]
[Garrison this place for seven days. At the appropriate time, I will give you the answer!]
[I will visit the battlefield in another form; you only need to wait!]
After sending these words, Richard cut off direct contact with the Lion.
He didn't dare to remotely control her anymore; he only transmitted battlefield updates to let her understand the situation.
Continuing micromanagement like Generalissimo Chiang? He didn't dare anymore.
If he kept acting like that, the chess piece would start questioning him!
"Seven days?"
The Lion noted the duration. She would guard Soladis Hive City with her life for seven days.
When the Chaos Army launched its general offensive, it happened to be the early morning of the third day.
With organized World Eaters warbands added, the pressure on the Hive City defense perimeter increased significantly!
Predator tanks deployed by Richard fired continuously, and two dark-green dreadnoughts rained firepower on the enemy.
The veterans inside the dreadnoughts cried out battle cries… they would fight to the last for the Primarch behind them.
"Warriors, follow me!"
"In this battle, I do not allow failure!"
"If you lose, change your name to Space Wolves, and never call me your gene-father again."
"No way!" Even the Dreadwing veterans couldn't contain themselves.
It wasn't that the Primarch was humorous, but this punishment was too cruel!
The Dark Angels' rivalry with the Space Wolves was already extreme.
Being forcibly renamed to Space Wolves would be immense humiliation, like the Imperial Fists renaming themselves Iron Warriors—akin to recognizing a thief as one's father.
Consequently, this battle against the World Eaters became a reverse-offensive by the Terminator veterans.
From the front line, it appeared that they weren't defending at all—the First Legion was attacking, counter-attacking the Khorne positions.
"Holy crap, is this reasonable?" a World Eaters commander complained.
"Are these all dead men?"
"Why are these Loyalists killing more fiercely than us?"
"Why are we fighting the First Legion?"
"Why can't you elite warriors under Khorne's Skull Throne out-slash them?"
Before he could finish, the Lion's blade had already cut into his neck.
Behind him, a patch of bushes had grown… vines spread through his room, overtaking the skull-filled chamber.
"Impossible… how did you appear behind me? Do the base lackeys of the Corpse Emperor only sneak attack and not duel a champion like me?"
Clearly, he felt ambushed, not defeated in a fair fight.
His unwillingness and anger caused his flesh to mutate, repairing the wound he just received.
"How truly hideous!"
The Lion didn't stop the opponent's recovery, because even fully healed, he was still a weakling.
The Lion had confidence—among Primarchs, his combat ability was top-tier.
The Lion of the past wielded the Emperor's sword like a game of elimination; he was the living nightmare of the Empire's enemies.
Even Horus before his daemon-ascension might not have beaten him.
Back then, he killed countless enemies, even some stronger than Primarchs.
Relying on one man and one sword, the Lion's First Legion achieved illustrious early military merits.
If Horus hadn't returned early, he might have contended for the Warmaster's position.
Even now, the Lion felt he was more suitable than that traitor to sit as Warmaster.
"Coward!"
The Chaos Champion roared as he stood… multiple distortions appeared on his body, and an extra arm grew from his shoulder.
At this critical moment, he had activated a profane ritual.
This sacred dueling ritual could only result in victory, or his soul would perish.
Yes, the traitor had initiated the ascension ritual—win and become a Daemon Prince, lose and become a Chaos Spawn.
The Lion had been chosen as his opponent.
Khorne appreciated his courage, blessing this chess piece heavily.
"Oho, Old K is applying buffs!"
"But he'll probably be kicked to death by the Primarch like a stray dog, right?"
Seeing the enemy mutate, Richard wasn't worried about major losses.
These pieces were tough Terminator veterans, and the combat literacy gap made it a one-sided slaughter.
On many battlefield levels, it might take a dozen World Eaters to challenge one Deathwing Terminator veteran.
Moreover, any Loyalist carried off was likely only injured and could rejoin once recovered.
In short, the First Legion suffered almost no losses while nearly wiping out the Chaos forces.
Chaos had no effective counter to Terminator power armor.
Teleportation was invaluable—before heavy weapons could hit, the Terminator had already teleported.
"Die!"
Three arms smashed toward the Lion—two axes and a heavy hammer—surpassing a normal Astartes in force.
Unfortunately for him, he wasn't facing an ordinary Astartes… not even a Chapter Master.
He faced a genuine Primarch—a blonde girl with full Primarch stats on the chessboard!
"Get lost!"
The Lion parried the hammer and axes with one hand, then slashed down with her other hand and the other axe handle.
The opponent's power axe and body were sliced down.
Thus, the Chaos Champion who had begun the ascension ritual finally met his end.
"No!!!"
His distorted body vanished like powder… even becoming a Chaos Spawn couldn't save him.
Immediately after, the Blood God's army, seemingly solid, retreated like a tide.
A pillar of red light shot into the sky… followed by a glowing skeleton with demon horns glaring at the Lion.
"It's you ruining my plans again!"
"I will defeat you and devour you completely!"
"Your head will be my trophy! Just wait—I will eventually cut it off!"
After these threats, the demon was banished back to Subspace.
The World Eater's body had been a vessel for the demon.
With the vessel gone, the Greater Daemon-level demon returned to Subspace, awaiting another opportunity.
Clearly, Khorne had a better candidate in mind.
"Failed?"
On a massive Skull Throne sat a huge figure, shaking his head in disappointment.
His will quickly reached the failed subordinate… expressing his dissatisfaction.
"Blood God above, next time I will succeed!"
"I will prove Your path with the wildest slaughter!"
"Do not kneel!"
Khorne's anger forced the demon to stand. In the Blood Domain, no submission was allowed.
Submission meant death; even the Blood God despised surrender.
"Fight, fight to the last moment!"
"I do not like cowards, I hate cowards!"
"Only slaughter gains my approval. Only by fighting and showing courage will I receive my blessing!"
The violent will echoed in Subspace—the essence of the Blood God.
Almost every Khorne Daemon obeyed, feeling the purest desire for slaughter.
No words were needed… the will alone filled hearts with rage, driving endless bloodlust, even as they became part of Chaos.
"Weak and powerless!"
An even taller figure appeared, carrying overwhelming rage and the purest desire for slaughter.
The Butcher's Nails echoed in his mind, a testament to his connection with the Blood God.
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