You Brat, You Finally Fell into My Hands!

As a qualified reserve "noble," Alvin must learn how to protect himself.

The first step is to have the Terminator go up and kill that bastard!

Otherwise, Lyon, the Watchers' squad leader, would never allow their rescue target to participate in such a dangerous decapitation mission.

It was mainly Alvin's persistent pleading that finally convinced Lyon to agree to participate in the decapitation mission.

The reason is actually quite simple: he simply couldn't swallow this insult!

Even if he couldn't kill Garken with his own hands, he had to watch the bastard's head be chopped off with his own eyes; only in this way could he vent his resentment.

It was for the people who died in the 3rd Company of the 175th Regiment, and also for Commissar Grey!

And the innocent Emerich siblings, and countless lives lost because of this bastard!

If it weren't for this old geezer, he wouldn't have gotten involved at all.

With his "Golden Finger," he should develop slowly, gradually emerging from the stars to witness the rise and fall of Imperium.

Instead of being chased and beaten by Old K like this!

In short, it's all Garken's fault, that's for sure!

Alvin poured all his hatred into Garken Hadley, glaring at his grotesque, distorted body twisted by Chaos!

"It's you? It's you!"

Garken's face looked as if it had been torn in two, his flesh ripped into two grotesque features. His eyes, like those of a bird, stared straight at Alvin from both sides. His initial anger turned to joy, and he let out a twisted, ugly laugh, "Great, great! You actually showed up on your own!"

He "saw" it; it was the great "Lord of Change" watching over "humanity"!

If this boy is offered to the "Lord of Change," he will receive an even greater "blessing" and become an eternal being beyond humanity!

"Do you see that? This is the supreme wisdom bestowed upon me by the Lord of Change!"

Garken waved his pink arm, bestowed upon him by the "Lord of Change," and sparks of magic danced around him!

The claws, as hard as refined Adamantium, pulled at the vast Warp Psychic Power, transforming it into burning, surging flames that threatened to engulf the uninvited guests who had intruded into the temple.

Rumble--!

However, the surging flames of the Warp were blocked by the Terminator's massive shield, which was as large as a door.

The remaining Astartes moved with lightning speed, instinctively taking cover behind the temple pillars to avoid the flames of the Warp.

"Kid, step back a bit!"

A muffled voice came from inside the Terminator, signaling Alvin not to get involved.

Then, the Terminator, with heavy steps, charged towards "Garken" like a siege engine, shield in hand.

Hidden behind the pillars, Astartes immediately coordinated with the Terminator's charge, leaving two others to switch the safety on their Bolt Rifle to burst fire mode, unleashing a dense torrent of bullets to suppress the enemy!

In an instant, the golden flames, like a torrential flood, engulfed Garken.

The bomb struck the Psychic Power barrier surrounding him, instantly igniting blinding sparks.

Knock knock knock.

The two Astartes sprinted forward, their figures appearing almost instantly!

Suppressed by the explosive bomb, Garken knew he couldn't let Astartes get close, or he would be beheaded. So his pink arm, with its five fingers like bird claws, suddenly clenched and exploded in the air, sending up a violent shockwave!

The two Astartes tried to get close to Garken were thrown away by the blast wave!

Taking advantage of the brief respite, Garken began to flap his wings. He planned to leave first, at least escape Astartes' surveillance, before dealing with that kid.

"Heretics, don't even think about escaping!" But, thanks to the delaying tactics of the two Astartes, the Terminator had already entered the fray!

The enormous, Power Fist, accompanied by a terrifying shockwave, slammed into his face like a cannonball!

Bang!!!

Garken was caught off guard by the punch and took a solid hit.

His head was buzzing, and his huge body was sent flying by a single punch, crashing through a pillar in the temple and rolling several times in a rather pathetic manner.

"Suppress!"

The remaining three Astartes, having stepped out from their cover, continued to suppress the enemy with their Bolt Rifle and pressed forward.

"Frag Grenade!"

Calm and efficient, their tactical formation remained unchanged from beginning to end.

Perhaps in a sudden battle, the Wardens are not a very strong Chapter, but if given enough time and information about the enemy, the Wardens will show the enemy what the tactics of the "Ultramarines" are and what the "Astartes Codex" is!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several Frag Grenade exploded at extremely close range.

The shrapnel, propelled by extremely high kinetic energy, embedded itself deeply into Garken's flesh, causing him to scream in agony.

"Don't let it escape! Block its escape routes!"

The squad leader saw through Garken's intentions at a glance and issued orders with cold composure.

Immediately afterwards, he drew the Plasma Pistol to his leg, aimed at Garken's wings, and pulled the trigger!

Want to run? Dream on!

I'll rip off your wings and break your legs, let's see how you run now!

Boom!

The scorching Plasma Cannon churned up the airflow, blasting out a "tunnel"!

The extremely hot fireball instantly turned Garken's wings into bare skeletons, melting away all his iron-hard feathers!

"Ahhh"

Garken had just struggled to his feet when the Terminator delivered Power Fist to his forehead, knocking him back to the ground.

Next, he was met with the Watchers' Tactical Squad's orderly, precise, and ruthless pick-offs. From his wings to his pink arm blessed by "Tzeentch," every threatening part of his body was wiped out one by one!

Garken fantasized about what it would be like to be blessed by the "Lord of Change" and wreak havoc on the Angel of the Emperor.

However, only after truly becoming the enemy of the "Emperor's Angel" did he finally realize why those Chaos had shown an almost desperate expression upon seeing Astartes!

Ruthless, cold-blooded, and efficient. They're practically robotic, making absolutely no mistakes!

From initially having the Terminator resist and suppress them head-on, to suppressing them with firepower from the rear, sending out small teams to distract them, and then seizing an opening to beat them to a pulp.

Even now, Garken's mind is still a mess.

He couldn't understand why, even though he had been blessed by the "Lord of Change," he was still being tormented by the Angel of the Emperor in the end.

Bang!

While he was thinking, Power Fist filled with rage slammed into Garken's body.

Don't let the Power Fist Terminator fool you; these things are incredibly powerful. If Garken hadn't been somewhat enhanced by Tzeentch, those two punches would have turned him into mincemeat.

Even with Tzeentch's blessed body, it couldn't withstand the Terminator's full-power hammer blows!

Garken howled and screamed in agony, feeling as if the "Terminator" riding on him was using him as a punching bag, raining down punches on him like a storm!

Blood mixed with bits of flesh splattered out; the scene, in Alvin's eyes, was somewhat gruesome.

But all he could say was, "Very good, please increase the force!"

"Help, help me!"

Garken wailed in despair, placing all his hopes on the great "Lord of Change".

He has even more schemes up his sleeve, ready to deliver an even more spectacular "performance"!

It's unclear whether it was Tzeentch in the Crystal Labyrinth who heard the believer's devout plea and actually performed a "miracle."

Suddenly, dazzling magical sparks erupted from the Ecclesiarchy Temple, and the surging power stirred up a turbulent wave that sent all the Astartes, including the Terminator, flying away like flies!

In Terminator, Astartes' pupils constricted sharply, as if he had witnessed something terrifying.

Not only the Terminator, but all the other Astartes looked towards Alvin's location.

An ominous premonition suddenly welled up in Alvin's heart.

What exactly are they looking at?

But soon he found out what Astartes and the Terminator were looking at.

An unstoppable chill, mixed with surging malice and a chilling, piercing shriek, came from behind Alvin!

Startled, his neck seemed to stiffen, and he slowly turned his head.

Suddenly, he saw a gigantic Daemon, about three meters tall, with two eagle heads but a human body. It wore a robe woven from various gorgeous silk threads, held a crystal scepter, and had its two bird heads lowered, its four eyes staring at him with a look of great interest.

"We meet again, Alvin Valshius."

That Daemon's single sentence sent a chill down Alvin's spine.

Damn it, I just escaped from Old K's place, could I have fallen into Old Six's hands again?!