The Dimension Mirror!

Very well, the great First Lord of the Legion, the Father of the Dark Angels, the son of the Emperor, Lion El'Jonson Eljonsson, was blasted away by a rocket launcher.

Seeing the Lion King firmly embedded in the wall, Alvin and Zabriel reacted swiftly, immediately splitting up to take action.

Alvin pulled out his Melta and fired a shot right at the face of the Chaos wreck that had just emerged from the Warp vortex!

Boom!

The scorching, intense flames resembled a surging wave, yet upon approaching their target, they seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall of energy!

Clearly, the other party is also Psyker!

Or perhaps it should be said that he is a Psychic Power Librarian.

The opponents were also very alert. After using their Psychic Power to block the Melta, they immediately dispersed around, forming a tactical formation with each other at their corners.

Oops!

Alvin immediately realized something was wrong.

He didn't care about his image anymore. He rolled over and hid behind cover. Then a series of explosive grenades followed him, almost chasing after him, and drove into the concrete ground.

Bang bang bang bang--·

The ground was riddled with fist-sized craters from the blasts, and heavy footsteps echoed throughout the room. Judging from the sound alone...

Alvin then guessed that they were completely surrounded!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zabiriel's figure was concealed in the darkness, his old Bolter occasionally issuing death's pronouncements to these Chaos scum from the shadows!

Although the opponent struck first and ambushed the Lion King, the latter was ultimately Primarch, and no matter how "worn" his armor was, it was still formidable.

That's a "miracle weapon" too!

The Lion King, blasted away by the rocket, experienced a brief period of dizziness lasting less than 0.1 seconds.

Then came unprecedented anger.

Boom!

The concrete wall, several inches thick, was shattered by the impact. At the same time, the freed Lion King, filled with rage, vowed to make these damned Chaos scum pay for their ignorance!

Kill him!

The Psychic Power Librarian calmly gave the order.

The dozen or so Chaos Space Marine he brought, taking advantage of their geographical position, unleashed a barrage of fire at Lion King in a crossfire formation. It is undeniable that the close coordination between the Space Marine was so great that even someone as powerful as Lion King, the Primarch, could only be suppressed and forced to flee in terror.

This is no ordinary bomb; it contains deadly weapons such as plasma and Melta!

If Lion King dares to be stubborn, the other party won't mind and will let him experience the destructive power of Melta face-to-face attack!

The commander on the other side, that Psychic Power Librarian, was no ordinary person either. He immediately recognized the Lion King's strangeness and regarded him as the primary threat, ordering his subordinates to suppress this four-meter-tall Space Marine with all their might.

This caused great distress to the Lion King.

He tried to get closer several times, but was forced back each time by a plasma beam that grazed his body.

Even at the very end, the Chaos Psychic Power Librarian used evil Chaos Sorcery to distort the entire room's terrain, creating numerous obstacles to prevent the Lion King from suddenly approaching him.

The battle reached a stalemate for a time.

Despite the overwhelming advantage held by the Chaos faction, which suppressed Lion King, Alvin, and Zabiriel with firepower, preventing them from getting close, they were also unable to kill them.

In contrast, the Lion King had the advantage in strength, but he was the one who was the focus of attention and could not be approached at all.

The Primarch is very strong.

But this isn't a fantasy novel, and the Lion King isn't Alpha Psyker; he can't kill a dozen Space Marine with a single thought.

It's even less likely that he could withstand the suppression of heavy explosives, Melta, plasmas, and other highly destructive weapons, and simply rush over with a Power Armor to crush their heads.

The power of the Primarch lies not only in the excellence of its individuals, but also in its brain, which enables it to command armies, manage logistics, and employ political tactics.

Watching the four-meter-tall Lion King, moving at an incredible speed, almost beyond the reach of the naked eye, being suppressed and running around wildly in the not-so-large room, was truly a delightful sight.

Old man, you've finally met your match!

Despite the absurdity, Alvin was also pondering how to break out of the current situation.

He wasn't too nervous. After all, these people, to put it bluntly, were just a bunch of Chaos Canister. As long as those four troublemakers didn't interfere,

It's only a matter of time before the Lion King single-handedly wipes them out.

Thinking of this, Alvin shouted to Zabriel, "Give me some time!"

Although Zabriel didn't understand what he wanted to do, out of trust, he still stepped out of the shadows without hesitation, exposing himself to a barrage of gun barrels with only an old, Chaos- out Bolter.

What?

You asked Zabriel, why not use Chainsword?

The answer is simple: his Chainsword was crushed during his battle with the Lion King. As for his other weapons—as Fallen Angel, Zabriel only had a Bolter left because he took great care of it; otherwise, even his armor would have been ruined!

In an instant, several explosive shells struck Zabriel's shoulder armor, immediately sparking!

But Zabriel's face beneath his helmet remained calm. His Auspex operated precisely and rapidly, marking the trajectory of every incoming bullet in front of him!

With Zabriel's arrival, a significant portion of the suppressive firepower was relieved for the Lion King, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Kid, if you have a plan, just use it!" Lion King, taking a moment to glance at Alvin who was trying to suppress his laughter, couldn't help but say angrily, "Wait, it'll be ready soon!"

Alvin closed his eyes, gathered his Psychic Power, and then, following the method he remembered from Kamar-Taj, inscribed a massive magic circle.

Then, he suddenly slammed his hand on the ground.

"Dimension Mirror!"

During the foggy time, the entire room, including the floor, ceiling, and walls, began to undergo an astonishing transformation, like a kaleidoscope!

The ever-expanding space spread outwards from Alvin's feet in all directions, instantly engulfing everyone, including those from the Chaos faction!

"Where am I?!"

The Chaos Psychic Power Librarian was dumbfounded.

The surroundings still appeared to be Red Moon Fortress, but the scenery was subtly different; left and right, up and down, front and back—everything had been reversed!

More importantly, the dozen or so Chaos Space Marine he brought were all separated into different places by this strange space!

Suddenly, the Psychic Power Librarian felt a chill run down his spine. A murderous intent, like needles, pierced him, making him shiver. He turned around to look.

A towering figure stood there, exuding a chilling aura of power. Behind him, a large, billowing cloak fluttered, revealing wings and a sharp sword on his chest. His armor, worn by time, could not conceal his past glory and honor.

Then, the figure moved.

Just taking one Librarian Psychic Power like a mountain was about to crush him, and his bones seemed to groan under the immense pressure!

Who exactly are you?

Amidst their shock, the Psychic Power Librarian developed an intense curiosity about his identity.

"I am the Lord of the Legion, the Father of the Dark Angels, Lion El'Jonson Eljonsson!"

That majestic voice, like the return of a king, echoed in the mirror world and even penetrated into the Warp, attracting several mysterious glances.