Lion King's Flying Head Punch!

"Tom, you've ruined my life! What am I supposed to do?"

"What do you mean, 'what to do'? I dropped the bomb, you fired the machine gun, and now you're blaming me? Instead of worrying about this, you should be thinking about how to escape that monster's pursuit."

"Shut up, that's my My Father, he's not a monster!"

Wait, why is it so quiet all of a sudden? Run! The monster is coming after us!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dark green shadow suddenly darted out of the dense forest and slashed at the thigh of the Dreadnought with a sword.

In an instant, a huge explosion rang out from the forest. The explosive reactive armor perfectly fulfilled its Fealty mission, giving the escape duo a chance to survive.

Only the Primarch can defeat the Primarch. Even though the pursuers were blown up by the anti-tank, the two knew that their only way to survive was to run.

Emerald Chaos Energy overflowed from the sarcophagus, connecting with the ubiquitous dark shadows of the Caliban jungle, enveloping the Dreadnought before the second savage blow arrived.

"Boom!"

Another limb was severed on the spot. During the previous chase, the hunter had already seen the weakness of this steel creation. As long as he attacked the joints, he could easily cut his two fathers' killers into human pigs with his strength.

As more and more explosive reactive armor was triggered, the Dreadnought, which had already lost all mobility, became a living coffin.

This horrifying scene terrified Ullian, who brandished his iron fist. Primarch; all he wanted now was to live.

"Croak--I must live!"

The power drill bit, enveloped in Decomposition Field, crashed down, snapping a massive, thousand-year-old tree in Caliban with a single blow, followed by the deadly roar of the sentry machine guns.

"Tom, are you done yet? We're almost out of ammo, damn it, my arm!"

"Don't rush me. You think shadow travel is that simple? You rascal, you absolutely have to hold on! Our lives are in your hands!"

Ullian laughed in exasperation. He wasn't Atlas, who could steal ammunition with Daemon. If he said he was out of ammunition, then he really meant it.

As the sentry machine gun clicked, the hunter hidden in the dense forest pounced out again, brandishing his greatsword and pointing it directly at the stone coffin that imprisoned his adoptive father.

"Give me back my father's life!"

At the critical moment, Tom did not disappoint his good brother. The dark shadow completely enveloped the Dreadnought, allowing it to dodge the fatal blow.

Gazing at his father's killer who had vanished once more, Lion El'Jonson let out a low growl. Beneath his disheveled blond hair, his wild, emerald-green eyes gleamed with a sharp light, making him resemble a humanoid the Beast.

Deep within the dense forest, in a cave undetectable by any detector, Emerald Lightning flickered in the shadows, trembled several times, and then unleashed the one-armed Dreadnought machine.

As soon as it appeared, the Dreadnought Sarcophagus opened from the inside, spewing out scorching steam that had escaped due to the overload of Fel Energy.

If there were outsiders present, they would surely be shocked by the fact that the three passengers in the stone coffin could not even be pieced together to form a human figure, and that these three lumps of something were still alive.

The smallest portion belongs to Ullian, who has only a brain and Pineapple Canned Food. The middle portion belongs to Tom, who has only a head and half a spine.

Luther, who caused all this, had the most flesh, but he only lost his lower body and had a big hole blown in his chest, which was much more respectable than those two things that had their limbs amputated below the neck.

"Tom, how many more times can you use this skill?" a lump of brains asked the head next to it.

"How many more times? I can't even use it once. Even this time, I squeezed out the Fel Energy from the Daemon. If my body were still intact, I certainly wouldn't be so weak. This is my last bit of Fel Energy."

On the bright side, though, the fact that this BT303 Dreadnought Armor withstood multiple attacks from the Primarch proves that Atlas technology is truly the best in the world.

Upon hearing this, Ullian really wanted to strangle that bastard Tom, but unfortunately, the three of them were now in the same boat; if the sarcophagus broke, they would all die!

Looking at his own Dreadnought, now devoid of both legs, out of ammunition and supplies, and with only a mechanical Dreadnought remaining, the Grand Master was truly in despair:

"Tom, do you remember when you, me, and the Khan were in Terra? Because you, you bastard, stole someone's sheep, and the three of us got a good beating from the Warmaster."

"Nonsense! If I hadn't stolen the sheep from the Warmaster, the three of us would have been dead long ago. How could we have been chosen as Space Marine by the Emperor?"

And you really believe the three of us brothers could steal that bastard's sheep? He just conscripted us. Ol' Peson is ruthless; many people have been caught trying to catch sheep.

And why are you asking this? Let me make this clear first, we still have a chance to survive. Your father's father isn't dead yet. As long as your father arrives, everything will be alright."

"But I'm the one who beat his butt so badly he lost it!"

"Pfft"

Tom couldn't resist, and his deep laughter immediately came through the Dreadnought speaker, but Ullian quickly regained control of the Dreadnought:

What are you laughing at, you bastard?

"I thought of something happy. Are you going to tell me what to say? So what if I blew up my own adoptive father with one shot? I've also blown up the Lord of Fire. I ran him away for a full ten hours, ten hours!"

If I hadn't been chivalrous and found that the Lord of Iron to be handsome, my 30mm autocannon would have secured a triple kill.

To be honest, Ullian did envy Tom, that idiot who was about to die and was still saying such outrageous things. He should have known better than to bring Tom's head back.

Perhaps because they were both stuffed into life support pods, Tom couldn't hide Ullian's thoughts from him. Seeing that he was thinking about being punched in the head again, Tom couldn't help but ask:

"Brother, your father is really barbaric. He punched me in the head and sent it flying. Luckily you were quick enough, otherwise I would have really died and been reborn as Pal, where I would be laughed at for the rest of my life."

"Guess why I'm not laughing? It was my My Father who slapped your head off; at least you had a head to slap off, but all I have left is a lump of brains. Are you suggesting I slap a jar off my Canned One?"

"Then why don't you two explain yourselves?"

Upon hearing this, the two brothers immediately retorted:

"Nonsense! Give us a chance to explain! Before we could even speak, my head was blown off. Do you expect my ass to talk?"

"Of course! I have four speakers, and three of them were smashed to pieces. This last one is still intermittently working. How am I supposed to speak?"

In a daze, the two unfortunate brothers, who were complaining to each other, suddenly realized what was happening and looked at the third party with their brains:

"Dude,"

"Grandfather,"

You're awake!

That's right, the one who just spoke was Luther himself. He didn't know what happened to him; in the blink of an eye, his butt was gone, and a big hole was ripped into his chest.

After finally waking up, before I could even react, I heard two consciousnesses chattering incessantly in my head.

After a rapid exchange, Luther finally understood the current situation. Although he still didn't understand why he hadn't died, who would want to die if they could live?

"So, Zhuang Sen believes that you two killed me, imprisoned my corpse, and are now hunting you down?"

Tom: "No, they're hunting us down. If we both die, you won't live either."

Ullian: "Yes, yes, it's all a misunderstanding. As soon as his father—no, my good uncle—arrives, the three of us won't be crammed into this little Canned One."

It was only thanks to Luther not following Zhuang Sen that things went so well; otherwise, Gao Di and those two bastards would have exploded. Having finally sorted out his thoughts, he immediately promised:

"Don't worry, I'll explain in a bit. I guarantee I can convince Zhuang Sen. After all, I'm his father."

Look, we're truly in Telepathic Connection! I just thought of Zhuang Sen and here he is! Son, your father is here!

Upon hearing this, the Primarch named Lion El'Jonson was instantly enraged, tearing apart the only remaining mechanical arm of the Dreadnought with his bare hands and roaring:

"Lies! My Father has been killed by you! I will make you pay with your blood!"

"Bang!"

Meanwhile, Mordred was still on his way.