Hakimi's Offering

"Ezekiel, do you think I'll make it to the other side alive?"

As the Grand Chief Librarian the Dark Angels' Treasury, Ezekiel was a firsthand witness to Azrael's struggles.

Without a doubt, Azrael is absolutely capable, after all, he is so young, not even 300 years old, yet he has already become one of the nine First Founding Chapter Master of the Empire.

Due to the restrictions of the Astartes Codex, the population of a normal Chapter is limited to 1,000, so even with some tricks, it's pretty much guaranteed to be within that limit.

However, Azrael starts with 10,000 Space Marines and is the most powerful Dark Angels, possessing the right to initiate the Ultimate Wall Protocol.

If he wanted, he could gather all the Scion Chapter in a very short time, allowing the demon warriors to break through the Astartes Codex and repeat the Legion's glory.

With such a resume, calling him a prodigy of our time wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Yet this powerful and domineering man, upon hearing the news of the Lion King's return, suddenly became hesitant and trembling with fear.

Ezekiel certainly knew why, after all, he had been involved in it back then, but there was nothing he could do. Who knew that the other side of that damned Warp tunnel was the Caliban? I thought it was the Nurgle Plague Army, a bunch of green-clad rabble, they didn't look like good people at all.

And can we really blame ourselves for this?

God knows why there are so many Chaos Daemons and Lions on Caliban.

We had just emerged from the tunnel, completely clueless and in the dark, when the fleet opened fire on us. Of course, we had to fight back.

"So if we tell the truth, do you think the Lion King will believe it?"

"Hard to say!"

Looking at Azrael, who had a constipated expression, Ezekiel patted him on the shoulder:

"If it's hard to say, then don't say it. No normal person would believe something like this, okay?"

You mean we coincidentally traveled through time and space, coincidentally arrived in Caliban, and most coincidentally, encountered internal strife within Caliban?

As sons of Caliban, we hadn't even recognized Caliban before launching a massive Orbital Bombardment at everyone who appeared above.

Ultimately Caliban shattered, the Legion disintegrated, causing the Fallen Angels' Rebellion, and also blasting our Primarch away for ten thousand years.

Stop talking! We can't say everything, can we? If word gets out, every single one of the Dark Angels will be dead!

Grabbing Azrael by the collar, the Grand Chief Librarian declared righteously:

Asmodai had already told me beforehand that after sleeping for a full 10,000 years, the Lion King had lost all his power and even had to occupy the body of a little girl.

Perhaps that's why the Lion King suddenly became amiable. So remember, there was no military operation that didn't exist, nor was there any Orbital Bombardment. The Dark Angels No Secrets.

Cheer up, don't embarrass yourself! You're Azrael, who's survived countless assassinations and internal power struggles!

As expected of someone who works with Psychic Power, he certainly has a knack for counseling others. Azrael felt much better afterward, and then he saw Ezekiel, who had just been counseling him, standing there motionless.

"No, why are you just standing there watching? Come with me."

"What am I supposed to do there? I'm just an ordinary, insignificant Psyker. Even the Black Ship don't want me. You're the Chapter Master."

Besides, what if they find out I have something to hide? You're afraid we won't make it to the other side, but I'm afraid too!

Now Azrael understood. So all those nice words you said to me were just a ploy to save me from certain death.

"Ezekiel, I am the Chapter Master, and I now command you to come with me."

"I'm sorry, I've recently been suspected of having Psychic Power out of control, and I'm afraid I might offend the Primarch."

"You're talking nonsense! Last week you used Psychic Power storm to tear open a 16-kilometer-long death zone, like you were cheating. And you said your Psychic Power was out of control? Why didn't it kill you that day?"

At this point, Azrael's eyes darted around, and he leaned close to Ezekiel's ear and whispered, "Old Ones, if you refuse to come with me to meet the Holy One, then I'll have to ask whose those blasphemous books you're hiding in your bedroom are."

"What? That's irrelevant. I've never read <The Rome's She-Wolf>."

So you admit that this book is yours?

"("°~°)"(°.°)"

Young people shouldn't be so arrogant.

"What kind of young person isn't spirited?"

What's meant to happen will happen. After the old man and the young man undermined each other, they finally decided to go together. However, it would be undignified to send only the two of them. For such an honorable moment, all the Captain had to be brought along.

So when Mordred met the Primarch, all the well-known company Captain from within the Dark Angels came and crowded into the reception room where Mordred was.

Upon seeing this young female knight, a surge of emotion welled up within them, causing everyone to subconsciously overlook Mordred's terrible fashion sense—wearing only a vest and trench coat—and instead conjure up an image of a dashing and charismatic Knight King in their minds.

Although faint, the connection in the Gene-Seed is absolutely certain. An indescribable sense of happiness overwhelms me, just like when Hakimi saw a super concentrated catnip ball. Azmyow immediately knelt down in admiration.

"Mother!"

Even though she had mentally prepared herself, Mordred still felt a strange sense of shame when dozens of people knelt down and called her "Mom."

"You're Azrael, the current Chapter Master of the Dark Angels?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Raising his head, Azrael watched as the young female knight descended from the throne and stood before him. He couldn't help but twitch slightly, and then his eyes met those amber pupils.

Azrael was certain he had never seen such pure eyes, possessing a pristine beauty untouched by any impurities, like a mirror from which no secret could be hidden.

"Your Highness, I... I Confession ---"

Azrael was stunned before he could finish speaking. A pair of thin hands pressed down on his head, calming his restless heart.

That smile was deeply etched into Azrael's mind. He finally understood why the rampant Smurfs were so excited; only with a Primarch could an army be considered complete.

"Good boy, good boy? What did he just say? Could he be an idiot?!"

Mordred felt a pang of regret, thinking she shouldn't have activated her Charm Aura so powerfully. Looking at the little Canned One's dazed expression, he was clearly not very bright.

Thinking of this, Mordred activated her Fel Energy and unleashed a Fel Energy lightning bolt. The effect was surprisingly good; Azrael instantly regained his self-awareness and received the same skin as the Salamanders.

Then Azrael panicked; he had almost blurted out his true thoughts, and instinctively stood up.

"The First Legion No Secrets!"

Upon hearing this, all the kneeling Dark Angels felt a chill, fearing that Azrael would expose them; some even secretly placed their hands on their sword hilts.

Fortunately, Master Mordred was experienced and, seeing that Hakimi was starting to react, he slapped Azrael on the head:

Why are you yelling so loudly? It's a good thing I have a good temper now, otherwise, if you dared to yell at me, I would have smashed your head in.

But it's also my fault; I didn't teach you properly.

However, let me make this clear from the start: I don't care what you did before, but now that I'm back, you need to act like the First Legion.

"What trouble could you possibly cause? You can't have done nothing for the past ten thousand years but fought amongst yourselves, issued Exterminatus kill each other, and even blown up someone else's mother, right? That's impossible, isn't it?"

"Hahaha, Father, you're right. We Dark Angels are the big brothers of all the legions. If it weren't for us, this empire would have perished long ago."

Grabbing Mordred's hand, Azrael, covered in sweat, said:

"Father, today is a joyous day. Please allow me to present you with a gift. You ask why I'm sweating so much? Well, it's because I'm so excited!"

"Quickly bring up the gift I prepared for my father! This is a replica of Old Terra lion that we recreated through Genetic Modification therapy; you'll surely be satisfied."

Soon, a tall, magnificent the Beast with striking markings was brought over. Its untamed eyes, imposing physique, and especially its beautiful orange and white fur all proclaimed its status as the king of beasts.

To please the Lion King, the Dark Angels dressed the king of beasts in a green cloak and even hand-made a miniature crown.

As expected, when these gifts were presented, everyone saw shock in the Lion Lord's eyes.

How could Mordred not be shocked? It wasn't a Lion at all, but a giant orange cat enlarged to scale. He had never seen anything so fat before.

"What wonderful gifts! You all delight me! I've decided, I'm going to name it Russ! Bring out whatever other gifts you have, I can't wait!"

Just as Mordred was gradually infiltrating the Dark Angels and entering the Stone Fortress to enjoy a peaceful life amidst the cheers of all the Hakimi,

An Emerald Meteor that had been twinkling in the Milky Way for millennia has finally ceased its wandering.

Driven by instinct, they eventually crashed into a world called Kamas.