The Bigger the Waves, The More Expensive the Fish!

Why is this happening?!

Zane, the leader of the Blood Skull Warband, struggled to open his eyes and looked at the towering figure walking towards him. His heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible force, and the air was being forced out of his lungs. The feeling of suffocation enveloped him, and the shadow of death that followed was like a sharp blade pressed against his brow!

The entire banquet hall was once again filled with blood.

However, this time it was filled with blasphemy and filth—the blood of Chaos Space Marine!

They've been fooled!

The intelligence is wrong. In the Avalon Hive City, there is not only an entire super-sized Space Marine Chapter, but also a Primarch!

At first, he didn't take the Primarch seriously, thinking that with hundreds of Chaos Star Warriors on his side and only one enemy, he could wear him down!

But soon, Zane realized an extremely cruel reality.

The Primarch, worthy of being called a "god," and active Lord of the Legion during the Great Crusade, had a reason—for example, the one before them, the legendary Lord of the Legion, wielded only a sword, cutting through everything as if it were melons and vegetables.

They slaughtered hundreds of Chaos Space Marine!

Throughout the entire process, her face didn't turn red, and she wasn't out of breath.

It was as if those hundreds of Chaos interstellar warriors who died by his sword were merely casually released.

By the time Zane realized something was wrong and tried to break out, it was too late. Hundreds of Space Marine and hundreds of Sisters of Battle had appeared in the banquet hall, completely blocking their escape route!

What awaited them next was a complete massacre, with no resistance whatsoever!

Zane couldn't understand how his Blood Skull Warband, which he was so proud of, had become like "tofu" that crumbled at the slightest touch in front of these black-armored Space Marine!

They're not even on the same level.

In just a few dozen minutes, his Blood Skull Warband was easily crushed like a chariot by these ruthless guys!

At this point, even if Zane was incredibly foolish, he realized they'd been tricked!

"Who are you?!"

Zane stared at the black-armored Space Marine, his face contorted with rage and his eyes bloodshot, as they crushed the Blood Skull Warband he had painstakingly built.

"Sons of the Forest."

The lead Space Marine, grabbing his head like a dead dog, dragged him toward the imposing figure, then knelt on one knee. "Lion King, mission accomplished. As you ordered, we left one alive."

"Um."

The Lion King sat imposingly on the steps, not even lifting an eyelid, wiping the sticky grime from the blade of his sword. He said calmly, "Wait for that kid to come and deal with it. He's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve; he's deliberately orchestrated this whole scheme. It's probably not just for these good-for-nothings."

His words were laced with disdain.

And indeed, after learning of Alvin's plan, the Lion King was somewhat disdainful.

Does a mere Chaos Gang really require his personal intervention?

However, Alvin, just to be on the safe side, wanted him to be in charge personally, which led to the scene that Zane encountered.

Before long, Alvin arrived at the banquet hall.

How did he become like this?

Alvin was a little puzzled. He glanced at the lord of the Chaos Gang, whose face was half-shattered, his features almost squeezed together, making him look rather comical and bizarre. "I don't remember Khorne having such a heavy appetite. How can his followers be so ugly?"

While Khorne Cultist followers may not be the most attractive, they're not this ugly!

Upon hearing this, the suppressed Zane's face contorted with rage, his eyes seemingly spitting fire as he glared at him. He opened his mouth to utter a few words, but a slap came flying at him before he could finish!

Snap!

Zane, whose mouth and eyes were already crooked, had his facial features distorted even more after being slapped.

The person who slapped him was, of course, Afkar.

Before Zane could recover, another punch landed on his face!

Click!

Zane's bones were shattered, and he became even uglier.

Afkar turned to look at Zabriel, who had just thrown a punch, a smile playing on his lips as if to say: Kid, you're too slow again!

Zabriel gritted his teeth and glared angrily at Zane. He had finally found a chance to show his face, but this old man had beaten him to it!

The knight chuckled inwardly, then respectfully explained to Alvin, "Your Highness, it's because he overestimated himself and challenged Lord Lion King to a duel, then got slapped, and that's how he ended up like this."

Oh, no wonder—he deserved it.

Grandpa Blue, just woke up, could tear dozens of Chaos Canister apart with his bare hands, let alone the Lion King.

If he hadn't instructed beforehand to leave at least one survivor, the Lion King would probably have slapped his head off long ago; he wouldn't even be breathing now.

After learning the whole story, Alvin suddenly understood and asked with concern, "What about you? Were there any casualties?"

"Please rest assured, sir, we have no casualties."

Afkar said honestly.

"Snort."

The Lion King, wiping his sword, couldn't help but snort twice from his nose upon hearing this, and coldly snorted, "You underestimate them too much. If such trash can cause them casualties, then it only proves that they are not worthy of being a member of the Dark Angels!"

"So arrogant..." Alvin thought to himself. Afkar nodded, his tone calm but still carrying a hint of pride. "Your Highness, the Lion King is right. These useless fools are not worthy of causing us any casualties."

This is not boasting, it's the truth!

Those who can follow the Lion King and become members of the Blade Legion are all elites honed on the most brutal battlefields!

After all, the most difficult battle the Dark Angels fought when they were first established was against the Thunder Warriors, created by the Emperor himself and born for war!

Afkar, and many others today who are called "Fallen Angel" and are members of the Blade Legion, were survivors of that battle.

"Your Highness, what should be done with him?"

Afkar finished his recollection, looked at Alvin, and asked.

"Lion King, would you like to go for a walk?"

Alvin's gaze was strange as he looked at the Lion King, who was still wiping his sword, and asked meaningfully.

"Um?"

The Lion King raised an eyebrow. "Where to go for a walk?"

"Of course it's the Chaos Fleet." Alvin turned his gaze to Lord Zane, who was being suppressed by Afkar: "I can use his soul to pinpoint the coordinates of the Chaos Fleet and open a portal directly to its interior. I just wonder if the Lion King would be interested in coming with me?"

Zane's pupils constricted sharply. Just as he was about to struggle, he received several more slaps to the face, leaving him dazed.

"Is this your plan?"

The Lion King showed some interest and gave him a deep look. "Very bold, and very risky. Do you know that going deep into the Chaos Fleet might mean never returning? Even as the Primarch, I can't guarantee your safety!"

"Of course I know the risks involved."

Alvin's lips curled up slightly, revealing a twisted yet somewhat manic smile, "But there's no denying that this plan is highly profitable. The bigger the storm, the more valuable the fish, isn't that right?"

Looking at him like this, the Lion King frowned slightly, a hint of worry in his eyes—indeed, it still had an effect.

Was this also within "his" expectations?

But the Lion King quickly masked his worry. "Alright, let's do it your way."

As Alvin said, this plan is very risky, but the potential rewards are also extremely high!

If successful, not only will the Chaos Fleet surrounding Avalon be quickly defeated, but the Imperium's fleet strength will also be preserved while minimizing damage!

The situation at the Stone Fortress remains unclear; they must resolve the issues there as soon as possible!