Lion King: Heresy? How Heretical Could It Be?

The Lion King, his face cold, wiped the blood from the blade. An extremely low pressure enveloped the area, giving off an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Nearby, there were either bodies cut in half at the waist or mangled pieces cleaved in two by a single sword strike. The only interstellar warrior who survived by sheer luck was spared by the Lion King.

What happened?!

The Chaos Space Marine's mind was completely blank; his memory only remained of the moment he and his brothers charged forward.

Then... they were instantly killed.

Even with the Space Marine's dynamic vision, they couldn't catch this guy's movements!

In almost the blink of an eye, they were utterly defeated by their opponents, who sliced them like vegetables. The entire process was nothing short of a battle.

One-sided massacre!

"Now, I'll ask, and you'll answer."

The Lion King's eyes were fierce and sharp, striking the survivor's heart like a heavy hammer. "Where is this place? And who are you?"

The heavily wounded Chaos Interstellar Warrior stared intently at the Lion King until he noticed the ancient armor on the Lion King's body. As if remembering something, his pupils suddenly contracted. "I feel like I've seen this emblem somewhere before... This is... the emblem of the Dark Angels? You're from the Dark Angels Legion? No, that's not right. They don't have time to deal with what's happening here right now. Who are you?!"

A cold glint flashed in the Lion King's eyes. His five fingers suddenly extended, tightening around the Space Marine's throat, lifting him up like a child. His voice was low and menacing as he demanded, "What did you say? What happened to the Dark Angels?"

"Cough cough-cough--"

The Chaos Space Marine's eyes bulged with blood as he struggled desperately, but the five fingers gripping his throat remained as immovable as hydraulic clamps.

No matter how much he struggled and kicked at the Lion King, the Lion King remained unmoved, like a towering mountain.

"Speak quickly!!!"

When it came to the Dark Angels, his own offspring, the Lion King, unusually impatient, lost his patience, his pupils flashing with fierce killing intent.

"They're going to die!" The Space Marine struggled frantically, but a hint of malice and mockery shone in his eyes. "Caliban —about to be destroyed by the great Chaos Warlocks, these lunatics are about to—fall into the abyss of Chaos along with the Stone Fortress!"

Chaos Marshal?!

The Lion King keenly caught the word "Warmaster," and was instantly enraged, as if his reason had been overwhelmed. He saw once again the man who had set the entire galaxy ablaze, the one who had personally destroyed the fruits of their labor. "Horus— he's still alive?!"

"Horus?"

This time, it was the Chaos Interstellar Warriors' turn to be dumbfounded.

What era is this? Horus has been dead for a full ten thousand years. Who doesn't know that the current Chaos Marshal is the invincible Lord Abaddon?

Wait— the Chaos Space Marine's pupils constricted sharply, and he turned to look at the Lion King, his gaze slowly moving downwards.

The Dark Angels emblem, ancient armor, immense height, overwhelming combat power—finally, a terrifying idea emerged.

It popped into his mind.

"You, you are— the Primarch, Ryan Aljonsen?!" the Chaos Space Marine exclaimed in shock.

Aside from this possibility, he couldn't imagine anyone else who could meet the above conditions.

"That's right, I am the Lord of the Legion, the Father of the Dark Angels, the Firstborn of the Emperor, Ryan Eljonsson!" The Lion King admitted his identity without hesitation. His gaze was extremely oppressive, as if he wanted to devour this damned, shameful traitor alive.

Ha, hahahaha

However, after hearing the Lion King's introduction, the Chaos Space Marine showed no fear whatsoever; his face, flushed from lack of oxygen,...

He was laughing maniacally.

What are you laughing at?!

The Lion King grew increasingly furious and exerted force slowly.

"Aaaaah—" The Space Marine struggled in agony, yet the mockery and scorn in his eyes only intensified. Even on the verge of death, he continued to taunt the Lion King: "I'm mocking you, Lion King? Primarch? Lord of the Dark Angels?"

Hahaha—how ridiculous! This is no longer the era of the Primarch. Even if you return, what then? The great Warmaster will lead the Black Order to crush Caliban —while you, Primarch, Firstborn of the Corpse Emperor, can only mourn and weep for your powerlessness in the ruins, witnessing the destruction of the First Legion!

"No, traitor."

The Lion King's furious eyes were like the chill of a winter's day. He said, each word distinct, "My return will be your nightmare, and I will personally go and cut off the head of the Warmaster you speak of!"

Having said that, the enraged Lion King did not hesitate to throw a punch, smashing the head of this Chaos scum who dared to challenge him to pieces!

The walls everywhere reflect the image of the Lion King.

In the setting sun gradually sinking into the desert, he resembled a lonely, yet stubborn old man.

"It's time to go."

The Lion King's tone held a hint of anxiety.

His offspring, the Dark Angels Legion, now the Stone Fortress, are being ravaged by Chaos, which only intensifies the anxiety of the Lion King, who has awakened with guilt.

Their immediate priority is to determine the location of this planet and exactly how far it is from the Stone Fortress!

Secondly, they needed to find a warship.

Seeing the Lion King's anxious expression, Alvin touched his nose and said modestly, "Lion King, you don't need to worry too much about the warships. I have a cruiser here, which should be enough."

"You?" The Lion King frowned slightly, looked him up and down, and said helplessly, "I know you're Rogue Trader, but your warship is too far away to be of any use."

"No, I mean, I can produce a warship right now." Alvin shook his head and smiled, "But there's still a small 'problem' to solve."

"Now? Here?"

The Lion King was stunned, but then, without caring whether it was true or not, he hurriedly asked, "What's the problem?"

"Woolen cloth-."

Alvin felt a little guilty.

The "warship" he was referring to was naturally not the "Sword of Sword of Redemption," but rather the Mars-class cruiser, the Holy Flame Arbiter, which was built exclusively for him by the overseer of Sentinel Prime!

The problem is that this warship is docked in another world. To get it into the Warhammer universe, besides needing to consume a lot of energy, there is another crucial point!

"You—you probably won't mind that I behave a little 'unorthodox,' right?" Alvin shrank back, awkwardly defending himself, "You know, I'm Rogue Trader, and I often come into contact with those heretics, so there are a few minor heretics on the ship. You should be able to understand, right?"

The Lion King frowned, his tone serious. "I'm not as rigid as you think. My father considered this when he established the Rogue Trader, so rest assured, I, Ryan, am not that petty. I won't hold you accountable for such a minor act of heresy!"

"That's good, you said it yourself!"

With the Lion King's promise, Alvin was completely relieved and said cryptically, "You are the Primarch, the Firstborn of the Emperor, you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"

"Nonsense!"

The Lion King grew impatient. "When have I, Ryan Aljonsen, ever broken a promise? Rest assured, I will not pursue any heretical behavior!"

Okay, that guarantee is enough!

Alvin was satisfied; with the Lion King's assurance, he no longer needed to worry.

The "Trinity machine spirit," the true "Tech-Priest" composed of Transformers, the anti- Psychic Power of the Eldar, the Living Metal Canoptek Scarabs of Necron, the lower-level Devourer slaves, and Ollsen's Dark Angels Penitence Legion —each and every one of these things has violated almost every law the Imperium can break!

If Alvin hadn't been informed beforehand, he would have been truly terrified that the Lion King, in his rage, would have beaten him to death!