Borrow Ten of Your Guts and Give It a Try?

Ding-a-ling~

The bell hanging at the bar entrance rang, and Alvin and Zabriel entered the bar together.

The interior was dark, as electricity was an extremely important resource in the Underhive, and only a few yellowish light bulbs illuminated the interior.

Several abandoned platforms moved from the factory were used as tables, covered in grease, so the whole room reeked of gasoline.

Hmm, it's the smell that Tech-priest like.

Looking further in, a person who was clearly disguising himself, deliberately hunching over and pretending to be an old man, wearing a loose the Boys to conceal his burly physique, was sitting at the table.

The other party also noticed Alvin entering the bar, and the Space Marine following behind him!

Zabriel didn't try to hide it. Although the Legion insignia on his Power Armor had been removed and the color changed, the faint, familiar feeling that came from his genes still made the boss pause for a moment.

Alvin observed his reaction but didn't point it out. Instead, he casually walked to the bar table and sat down. "What kind of drinks do you have here?"

"Sorry, outsiders are not welcome here."

The boss, deliberately hunched over and wearing an unusually loose the Boys that still couldn't conceal his massive physique, lingered on Zabriel for half a second before saying in a hoarse voice, "Please leave."

How do you know we're outsiders?

Alvin remained motionless, looking up at his boss, who was completely shrouded in the Boys, deliberately concealing his size. "Perhaps,"

We're actually "one family," aren't we?

The other person was clearly taken aback. After a few seconds of hesitation, he said in a somewhat impatient tone, "Sir, I don't have time for jokes. If you insist on staying here, then you can stay by yourself. I have other matters to attend to."

With that, he turned and left.

But after taking only a few steps, he heard a faint voice drifting from behind him. "Is that so? Since you are unwilling to receive me..."

Then I'll have to go to Asmodeus; I suppose he won't refuse the offer?"

When!!!

Intense sparks erupted before my eyes!

The entire table was almost shattered by the immense force, and the liquor in the cabinet behind it also broke apart, spilling out like raindrops!

At that moment, in front of Alvin's eyes was a horizontal dagger, interlocked with another dagger, as if biting each other like teeth, producing a grating sound and sparks flying.

Zabriel parried the attack with his dagger, but inwardly he was cursing. Half helpless and half angry, he glared at his opponent, saying to Alvin, "Sir, did you really have to choose this name?!"

As a former Fallen Angel, he knew all too well the power of the name Asmodeus, the Grand Master of Penitence, within the Inner Circle the Dark Angels!

Every Fallen Angel who hears this name trembles; it's practically a nightmare.

But what about Alvin?

Knowing full well the destructive power of this name, why insist on mentioning it specifically to Fallen Angel? Isn't that just courting death?

The "boss," whose attack was blocked, turned and kicked out, but Zabriel reacted quickly, raising his knee at the same time to interrupt the opponent's movement.

Seeing that things were not going well, the boss drew his knife, lowered his shoulders and elbows, and prepared to strike with his left fist, pointing it directly at Alvin.

Zabriel also threw a punch.

The two were evenly matched, but the boss's eyes flashed with ferocity. He stopped pretending, took off his the Boys to reveal ancient dark green Power Armor underneath, changed his grip on the dagger, and pounced like a tiger or leopard!

Zabriel shielded Alvin behind him, also gripping his dagger in a straight grip, as he clashed with the boss. The two exchanged blows, the blades flashing almost like afterimages, each clash producing a fierce sound!

However, the result was that the two had almost identical moves, and even their ideas were the same, clearly indicating that they were taught by the same master.

I can't break their move!

A moment later, the boss took a step back.

Zabriel did not pursue, but instead stood guard in front of Alvin, watching him warily.

"... Who exactly are you?"

The boss stared intently at Zabriel, his voice now tinged with an inexplicable complexity. "Your swordsmanship and fighting skills are all Caliban techniques. Who exactly are you?!"

"Former Order of the Sacred Three Keys, Zabriel."

Zabriel took a deep breath, removed his helmet, and looked at the other person with a complicated expression. "And you?"

The boss remained silent for a long time, then slowly lowered the dagger, as if mocking himself, and said softly, "Blade Legion..."

Afkar.

After saying his name, Zabriel was visibly stunned for a long time, then his voice trembled slightly, as if in disbelief. "Is it really you?"

At first, he didn't recognize him, but upon closer inspection, he realized that this man, with gray hair and looking very old, was actually his former mentor!

"You've gotten old, Zabriel-- "

Afkar's eyes held a hint of relief, but more so, an indescribable emotion. "I never imagined that our reunion after ten thousand years would take this form."

"You two know each other?"

Alvin's untimely interruption shattered the atmosphere that had been building between the two.

"Yes, my lord," Zabriel said softly. "Afkar —he was my mentor and the commander of the Blade Legion, similar to Chapter Master today."

"You seem to have a rather high status."

Alvin looked at Afkar in surprise.

"Zabriel, who is he?" Afkar frowned slightly, noticing Zabriel's address to the human, which annoyed him. How could a former Dark Angels, even now burdened with the stigma of Fallen Angel, address a human as "sir"?!

"Woolen cloth.."

Zabriel didn't know how to explain, so he could only look to Alvin for help.

He is now my subordinate.

Alvin tapped the table and said calmly, "I came to see you all this time hoping you would join us."

"Roll."

Afkar's gaze turned cold.

Let them join a human mill? Dream on!

I suggest you let me finish speaking.

Alvin maintained his smile.

But Afkar wasn't so patient. "Horok, Kai!"

In the shadows, two figures flashed like ghosts; one blocked Zabriel's path, and the other held a dagger to his neck!

"If it weren't for his sake—your head would have been on the chopping block the moment you stepped into this room!" Afkar's voice was filled with malice. "Now, get out of our sight immediately!"

"I advise everyone to stay calm."

Even with a dagger pressed against his neck, the blade leaving a bloody gash on his skin, Alvin remained unmoved, seemingly unconcerned, a smile playing on his lips, "Killing me is easy, but there's an entire platoon of Astra Militarum stationed outside."

He had just used Psychic Power to mute the sounds in the room, which is why their fight didn't attract the attention of the Astra Militarum.

"The Astra Militarum? Hmph."

Afkar scoffed, coldly replying, "Ignorant mortals! Even if you sent ten regiments, let alone a single company of the Astra Militarum, you couldn't stop us!"

I believe that statement.

Alvin nodded calmly, and under the murderous glare in the other's eyes, said indifferently, "Ten regiments of the Astra Militarum couldn't stop you, so what about the Lion King?"

Upon hearing this, the Fallen Angel in the bar, including Afkar, nearly had their brains overloaded and started smoking.

What the heck?!

That old thing disappeared ten thousand years ago, what's the point of mentioning the Lion King now!

Don't try to intimidate us with the Lion King analogy!

Afkar's eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "Besides, everyone knows he's already dead. Why are you trying to fool us with such a lie?!"

However, right before their eyes, Alvin leisurely planted the Power sword that the Lion King had given him for protection, which he kept in his Personal Space, directly into the ground. "Come on, if you don't believe me, come up and try!"

Gazing at the Power sword, its ornate hilt adorned with a lion embraced by wings, and the blade's cool, gleaming sheen, exuded a familiar aura.

Afkar and the others were stunned.

No, they were just saying it casually, and you actually brought up the Lion King?!

Afkar felt his lips were a little dry, and stiffly turned his head to Zabriel, trying to find the right answer in the eyes of his former disciple.

"Well, for certain special reasons, I am no longer Fallen Angel."

Zabriel couldn't help but straighten his back, clearing his throat twice, unable to hide his pride. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am now the first Archangel of Forgiveness in the Sons of the Forest Chapter, personally pardoned by the Lion King."

Afkar's eyes widened.

The other Fallen Angel around also revealed jealous and shocked gazes, their eyes seeming to say: You bastard,

Why didn't you tell me about this good thing sooner?!