The Lion King: "I gave him the courage. So what?"

The banquet hall of the Governor's Mansion was quite large, but with several hundred people coming in all at once, it felt a bit cramped.

Aside from the hundreds of noble private soldiers and guards already lying on the ground, who had been dealt with by the Dark Angels, and the hundred or so nobles huddled in a corner trembling with fear, there were also the hundreds of fully armed Sisters of Battle brought by the Ecclesiarchy's cardinal.

Aside from the grassroots monks responsible for missionary work, the Ecclesiarchy possesses an independent armed force separate from the Imperium Ministry of the Interior, the Department of the Munitorum, and even the Adeptus Mechanicus —the famous Sisters of Battle!

These specially modified and well-equipped Adepta Sororitas, known for their devout, even fanatical, faith, are one of the essential authoritative forces of the Ecclesiarchy.

This is also why Archbishop Alton dared to barge directly into the banquet hall.

"Alvin Valshius, I now command you to release them immediately!"

Alton received the news and rushed over, but he was still a step too late. Looking at the scattered limbs and pieces of flesh...

The sight of the beheaded noble leader further enraged him. "How dare you! Who gave you permission to harm nobles?!"

"What are you saying, Your Excellency the Archbishop?"

Alvin turned his head, looking at him strangely, with a pained expression. "With the great war at hand and Chaos invading, what are these people doing? They deliberately cut off supplies! Isn't that betrayal? I did all this for the Imperium!"

As he spoke, he handed it to Afkar with a murderous look in his eyes.

Afkar understood immediately, grinned maliciously, and snapped the neck of a trembling nobleman cowering in a corner with his bare hands. The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed through the blood-soaked banquet hall.

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Leaving the limp, dead nobleman aside, Afkar glanced around, his tone somewhat nonchalant. "Are you all blind? Didn't you see His Highness's orders?"

With the knight commander setting an example, the other Dark Angels also reacted and pounced on the terrified nobles like wild beasts.

"Help! Your Excellency the Archbishop!"

"No, don't kill me!"

"Aaaaaah-- Help me, Archbishop!"

Those people tried to run, but how could they outrun the interstellar warriors?

He had only run a few steps when he was dragged back, and then, like an animal, his chest was slashed open with a dagger, and his head was severed. "Stop! I told you to stop!!!"

The cardinal's voice, shrill with rage, glared at Alvin, his index finger trembling as he pointed at him. "You! I've already said they have nothing to do with Chaos! How dare you—you dare to harm an Imperium noble right in front of me?! How dare you!!!"

He never expected that, even after he had arrived, the other party would dare to harm a nobleman who had been granted Imperium titles right in front of him.

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As for Governor Hal?

She was completely paralyzed with fear, slumped in her chair, pale-faced as she watched everything unfold before her. Only one thought occupied her mind—it's over, I'm doomed!

This is the cardinal of the Ecclesiarchy!

Their status is far higher than that of the Planetary Governor, and there are even combat guilds under the Demon Lord. They are the "regional governors" sent by the Ecclesiarchy to the Hive City to spread the faith of the Emperor. Their power is undeniably high!

Especially in this era, anyone who dares to question the Ecclesiarchy may be labeled as disloyal to the Emperor!

In the current Imperium of Man, loyalty that is not absolute is absolute disloyalty. Being labeled with this creed is almost certainly a death sentence!

"I told you to stop, Alvin Valshius! Are you planning a rebellion?!" The archbishop was furious. If these nobles died, not only would he fail to complete his mission, but how could he continue his decadent lifestyle?

However, Alvin remained deaf to his words.

"Alvin Valshius, you have harmed the Imperium nobles and trampled on the Ecclesiarchy. This is disloyalty to the great Emperor! I, Alton MacIntyre, in the name of the Ecclesiarchy of Avalon, now order you to surrender immediately, or you will be punished for treason!"

Alton pointed at him furiously, his chest heaving with rage, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Sisters of Battle, surround them! Anyone who dares to move again will be charged with treason!!!"

At a command, the Sisters of Battle who flooded into the banquet hall surrounded them without hesitation, simultaneously pointing their guns at Alvin and the Space Marine.

A tense atmosphere instantly filled the entire banquet hall.

"Your Excellency, are you trying to stop me?"

Alvin's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them, and his tone became much lower.

Several hundred Sisters of Battle —this force is not to be underestimated. They belong to the Ecclesiarchy's demonic forces and are not only equipped with sophisticated weapons and Power Armor, but their combat skills are also in no way inferior to those of elite Astra Militarum Legion.

Such an armed force could not be easily defeated even by interstellar warriors.

Moreover, they are currently at a significant disadvantage.

Not only were they outnumbered, but their position was also precarious. The huge banquet hall lacked cover, and if a head-on conflict broke out, Afkar didn't think they would lose, but it would be difficult to guarantee Alvin's safety.

He subtly gestured, instructing the Dark Angels to retreat and protect Alvin behind it.

"Archbishop Alton, can I interpret this as you protecting the Chaos Cultist?"

Alvin said coldly, his eyes flashing with icy intent.

"Whoever I call a traitor, is a traitor!"

As the archbishop of the Ecclesiarchy in this region, Alton held the moral high ground and possessed absolute advantage, which gave him an arrogant look as he sneered, "Now, if I say you're a traitor, then you're a traitor. I'd like to see who gave you the courage to harm an Imperium nobleman right in front of me. Seize him!"

Alvin, surrounded by hundreds of Sisters of Battle, seemed to have reached a dead end!

However, at that moment...

A deep, resonant voice, seemingly containing boundless rage, swept through the banquet hall like Stormfront.

The next moment, an indescribable, terrifying pressure surged in like a tidal wave, engulfing the entire banquet hall floor, glass, and...

The pillars groaned under the weight, and the terrifying pressure made one feel as if they were falling into an abyss!

"I gave him the courage, so what?"

As they spoke, a towering figure, as majestic as a mountain, clad in dark green armor, entered the banquet hall, surrounded by hundreds of Space Marine.

"Who? Who dares to question me?!"

Archbishop Alton turned around angrily, wanting to demand an answer: Who dared to defy him!

What came into view was a man about four meters tall, wearing a heavy cloak, with exquisite and intricate patterns carved on his dark green Power Armor. He exuded a heavy and wild aura, like a lion stepping into its own territory, his undisguised aggressive gaze falling on him!

"Who... who are you?!"

This terrifying aura instilled a deep-seated fear in Alton, the Archbishop of the Ecclesiarchy.

Who am I? Ha.

This imposing figure, like an ancient sculpture, stood before the crowd, his voice like the Rock falling into a deep pool, stirring up a thousand waves. "Lord of the Legion, Father of the Dark Angels, Eldest Firstborn of the Emperor, Primarch, Lion El'Jonson Eljonsson, are you worthy?!"