Close the Door! Release the Big Cat!

How to shut someone up... oops, I mean, keep it a secret?

The Dark Angels, who inherited the "Lion King's " demonic and cunning nature, clearly have their own unique understanding.

As long as they are all killed, no one will know, and no one will leak the information.

So, at the Lion King's behest, the Sons of the Forest's Chapter, now known as the Angels of Pardon, consisted of hundreds of Dark Angels, instead of bothering with disguises, went door to door, armed with Chainsword and Bolter.

They fought their way from East Street to West Street, and then from South Street to North Street, for over ten hours straight, without even blinking.

Alvin didn't know whether these demons would stand by and do it.

As for Governor Hal?

She had no right to argue and could only sit obediently in her chair.

It wasn't until nightfall that Afkar, who was in charge of keeping things secret, returned to the banquet hall carrying Chainsword dripping with blood and covered in bits of flesh.

"Is it all resolved?"

The Lion King gave him a nonchalant look and asked.

"Everything's been taken care of. I guarantee no one will leak anything." Afkar patted his breastplate, making a loud thud. "Don't worry."

We're professionals!

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Alvin smirked. "As expected of the Dark Angels, huh?"

Whether they are Inner Circle demon witnesses or Fallen Angel, their methods for handling this matter are remarkably consistent.

"Very good."

The Lion King nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Alvin, handing him a Data Slate: "The forces inside the Hive City have been completely dealt with. What do you plan to do about the Chaos Fleet outside?"

"I?"

Alvin looked down at the document, pointed to himself, and looked somewhat bewildered.

He's already helped consolidate the power of the Hive City, so shouldn't the Lion King be the next to appear and lead his fleet to break through the Chaos?

Seemingly sensing the doubt in his eyes, the Lion King, his eyes devoid of emotion, calmly said, "You are the Grand Master of the Sons of the Forest. In the absence of Chapter Master, you should naturally shoulder the responsibility of decision-making and command. Is there a problem?"

"Yes..." Alvin, who was only thinking about currying favor with the powerful, twitched at the corner of his eye. "You are the Lion King, the Gene-Father, so of course you should be in charge."

"Don't try to be clever with me, I'm asking you a question now!"

A hint of displeasure flashed in the Lion King's eyes. He tapped the table, his gaze falling on Alvin, his tone carrying a sense of consideration.

Being lazy is being lazy, and you're saying it so openly.

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Of course, he only dared to mutter these words to himself before turning to pick up the Data Slate on the table.

This contains information on the movements of the Chaos Fleet in recent days, including our own situation.

After only a few glances, Alvin frowned deeply. "The situation is worse than I imagined..."

This Chaos Fleet that invaded Avalon was merely a fleet composed of several hundred warbands under Abaddon's Black Legion, but even so, the number of Chaos Space Marine reached nearly ten thousand.

The true main force of the Black Legion is targeting the Dark Angels' Stone Fortress.

The fleet's objective was to capture Avalon, located in the rear, to provide support for the Black Legion at the front, and to establish Daemon Factory there to continuously supply Daemon creations and mortal artillery to the front.

However, the total strength of the army on Avalon, including the Astra Militarum and the combined Imperial Navy, does not exceed 300,000.

Of these, only a few dozen cruisers were combat-capable.

There were no Space Marine, because even the nearest Chapter would need six months to cross the Warp to arrive.

While Avalon appears to have the advantage in numbers, this is not actually the case.

The Chaos Fleet has nearly 10,000 interstellar warriors, which has led to a series of defeats at the Avalon front. The Space Fleet can only barely hold on due to its numerical advantage, but if the delay continues, the Hive City be captured sooner or later.

As previously planned by Governor Hal, the Imperial Navy, the Astra Militarum, the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Planetary Defense Force jointly constructed the defensive line.

According to the latest battle report, this method can only hold off the Chaos Fleet and will not last until reinforcements arrive.

Seeing that he had finished reading the intelligence, the Lion King slowly said, "Given this situation, what solutions do you have?"

Alvin frowned. If he wanted to solve the current problem without using his trump cards, there was only one way.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the Lion King, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes. "Yes, but this method..."

Your cooperation is needed!

Several days later, within the Chaos Fleet, Zane, the Warband Lord known as Bloodskull, suddenly received a communication from this planet.

This communication was encrypted via Warp and was sent specifically to the Chaos Fleet.

The content is quite simple: the Planetary Governor of Avalon resorts to despicable means to win the war.

A large number of nobles were massacred.

Fearing they would be the next to be massacred, they joined forces with the other noble factions that had survived the purge, intending to surrender to Chaos. They were even willing to open Warp portal within the Hive City, allowing the Chaos army to directly invade the Hive City!

"Hahahaha... The opportunity has arrived!"

Zane, the leader of the Blood Skull Warband, was overjoyed upon receiving this news!

His guild wasn't very large in the fleet, and its influence was minimal. It had always lacked opportunities to "make a name for itself," basically just picking up scraps and leftovers from the other guilds.

But now, he finally sees hope!

If they can get ahead of the other warbands and capture this Avalon Hive City, they will surely receive a reward from Lord Abaddon!

With this in mind, Zane suppressed his overwhelming joy and summoned his warband.

In fact, to avoid other factions stealing the credit, Zane deliberately concealed the news.

"My lord, you said... could this message be a lie?" Of course, some people expressed doubt, after all, the source of this message was too strange. What if it was a trap?

"A trap? Hmph... Even if it is a trap, so what?"

The person who raised the question met Zane's cold gaze, "The intelligence is already clear. The nearest Chapter won't arrive for another six months. Do you really think a group of mortals can defeat the great Blood God's followers?"

This statement reassured everyone Chaos Canister.

Yeah, there aren't any Space Marine here. The Imperial Navy and the Astra Militarum are fighting in space with their fleets. Hive City.

What is it inside that they are afraid of?

"Isn't that how humans are?" Zane sneered. "Back then, in the Hive City we conquered, weren't those lowly insects kneeling before us, begging for the blessing of Chaos? This is our chance. We must present this Hive City to Lord Abaddon before the other warbands discover it!"

They had seen it all before: their Hive City were breached, and nobles surrendered.

After calming everyone down, Zane waited quietly for the Warp portal to open, following the instructions in the communication.

A moment later, sure enough, Warp Rift filled with evil power and a blasphemous aura opened inside the warship.

"Walk!"

Zane was overjoyed and quickly crawled inside.

The remaining members of the Blood Skull Warband also entered the Warp Rift.

However, as Zane was overjoyed, thinking about how Lord Abaddon would reward him for being the first to capture the Hive City, he suddenly felt something was amiss.

It was so dark. After they came out of the Warp tunnel, they entered a pitch-black banquet hall.

Just then, a bone-chilling cold, as if a tsunami had engulfed them!

Amidst the terrifying pressure that chilled the heart, Zane's expression changed drastically. He turned his head and followed the source of the killing intent, seeing a towering figure, like a mountain, standing before the entrance to the banquet hall.

I've been waiting for you for so long...

The man stood leaning on his sword, his deep and terrifying aura like a raging storm engulfing the entire banquet hall.

"Who are you?!"

As Zane stared at the figure, an indescribable fear gripped his heart, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"I?"

The man let out a series of cold laughs, then suddenly took half a step forward, advancing like Stormfront.

A suffocating pressure surged forth, and amidst a roaring sound, a sword wreathed in flames and golden light was drawn from its sheath.

"I am... Primarch, Lion King, Ryan Aljonsen!"