The Desperate Charge!

Sean felt his body growing heavier and heavier.

Every step taken requires squeezing out the full potential of this body, with torn muscles and cells emitting a desperate cry of despair as they approach their limit.

He covered his chest with one hand with the twisted and horrifying wound.

He tried his best to prevent his shattered heart, spleen, lungs, and intestines from flowing out of the wound, and he no longer cared how much blood he lost.

This body, far exceeding that of ordinary people, had twenty biological organs implanted, yet it still couldn't hold onto his fleeting life.

The mixed yellow sand and air poured into Sean's nostrils and throat, but his broken throat, mixed with blood, made every breath feel like the most terrifying punishment and torture.

Coarse yellow sand poured into his bloodied throat and was carried by air into his two shattered lungs.

Pain?

These external sensory experiences were no longer of concern to Sean.

His consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and his body felt as heavy as if a mountain was pressing down on it. The pit he could once easily cross now caused him to fall to the ground in a sorry state.

How much further... is it?

He looked up blankly, trying to find that familiar color in the desolate Gobi Desert covered with sand and wind.

But this hope was destined to be dashed.

Every inch of Dragon Forest Star's surface is filled with the evil magic of the Warp. What appears as a majestic mountain in the distance may turn into a Chaos fortress in the next second, and a water source within arm's reach may suddenly twist into a swamp.

In this context, distance, space, and cognition in the real world all lose their value.

So tired, so very tired... Sean had never felt so exhausted before, as if the slightest lapse in his will would send him into an eternal slumber, returning him to the "Golden Throne" he had longed for.

But whenever he wanted to give up, a voice from the depths of his being would tell him to persevere just a little longer!

The endless yellow sand seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

Even under these circumstances, Sean persisted, and it's unclear how much time passed.

He finally saw it; a familiar color appeared before his eyes.

The other party had clearly spotted him as well; several figures rushed over, and a figure in the Boys helped him up. "You are... Ravenwing? What happened?"

"The Demon Forge Palace... Daemon Summoning... Ritual..."

Looking at that figure, who seemed like a savior, Sean struggled to spit out a few words mixed with blood from his broken throat.

His shattered hands trembled as he grasped the arm of the tall, jet-black warrior. "Save... rescue... Ravenwing..."

The black-armored warrior nodded, then clenched his hand. "I am Chief Chaplain Asmodeus. I heard your last words. Is there anything else you wish to say?"

"This... beacon!"

With difficulty, Sean retrieved the beacon.

With this beacon, the direction of Ravenwing can be accurately located on the chaotic Dragon Forest Star.

The Boys priest Asmodeus took the beacon and solemnly put it into the satchel at his waist.

"Can I... finally rest?"

A relieved smile spread across Sean's face; his mission was finally complete.

He was really exhausted, and now... he can finally rest.

He did not disappoint Ravenwing Grand Master's expectations, nor did he fail Ryan's teachings, nor did he betray the Imperium's trust.

Now, he wants to rest.

Rest in peace, my brother.

Asmodeus slowly knelt down, holding a book of Imperium pronouncements, closed his eyes, and whispered, "May your soul return to the Golden Throne in glory, may you be by Ryan's side, and your duties... will be carried out by us!"

The Apothecary carefully removed Sean's gland and placed it in a medicine collection jar.

In the silence, Supreme Grand Master Azrael, his eyes burning with fury, spoke through the amplified speakers, drowning out the clamor of the yellow sand and echoing across the desolate land. "Dark Angels! In the name of the Lion King, in the name of redemption! Target— Demon Forge Palace! Forward!"

Without hesitation, without delay!

This Dalian team, which had just broken Deathwing, recklessly turned around and crashed into the endless yellow sand.

They were moving at a very fast pace, pushing the limits of the Space Marine to the absolute limit, completely squeezing every inch of their bodies to their limits.

No one complained; they knew very well what the message that Ravenwing risked his life to send meant.

But soon, an accident occurred.

"A large amount of Chaos Psychic Power has been detected ahead!"

Suddenly, the Chief Librarian issued a warning. "Should we take cover?"

He was considering it from Chapter perspective. Given the long march and the fact that they had already experienced several encirclements, hiding was the best option at present.

"No, charge straight at them!"

Supreme Grand Master Azrael's gaze remained unwavering. "We have no time, Ravenwing... we have no time either. We cannot take a detour, nor can we hide!"

He looked up at the blood-red sand, his hoarse voice filled with a roar, "Dreadnought warriors, charge out!... Break through them!"

Like a surging tide, Deathwing, transformed into dark green lightning, charged towards the crimson sands in the distance, fueled by extreme rage.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst the terrifying ground tremors, ancient and Dreadnought figures, four or five meters tall and adorned with the emblem of Dark Angels, charged forward fearlessly!

The Boys priest Asmodeus, carrying the Book of Words and the Power hammer, charged ahead at the very front!

"Damn heretics, repent for your deeds!!!"

The Power hammer, enveloped in lightning, smashed the head of a World Eaters.

Asmodeus raised his foot and crushed the man's breastplate. The crimson Auspex emanated an invisible pressure, as if grinding flesh and bone, and a chilling, low roar came from his throat, "None of you will escape!"

Several ancient and Dreadnought combined assault units crushed the Chaos Legion in the blink of an eye.

Among them, the most insane was Asmodeus, who smashed the heads, limbs, and torsos of anyone he caught.

"Keep going!"

Azrael looked down at the beacon, the direction it pointed for them in the yellow sand.

Having just gone through a battle, they had no time to rest before embarking on another desperate escape.

At the same time, the Dark Angels were scattered in various places.

They too encountered the Ravenwing, who fought their way out of the encirclement and, with their last breath, sent out that crucial "beacon."

If viewed from a higher holographic map, one can see that the scattered Dark Angels subgroups across the entire Dragon Forest Star seem to have a common goal, and are rushing towards that palace—the Demon Forge Palace— without regard for cost or risk!