Angron, Your Dad Has Arrived!
The scattered Dark Angels, guided by the "beacon" sent by Ravenwing, unanimously gathered towards the Demon Forge Palace.
Meanwhile, the Sons of the Forest Chapter is facing an unprecedented crisis— the Daemon Primarch "Angron"!
If it were just a "Daemon Primarch," perhaps Alvin could find a way to temporarily control it.
But they had to deal with more than just the "Daemon Primarch"; there was also the far more troublesome - the Khorne Legion.
Because of the "Chaos Ritual," the already fragile barrier of reality on Dragon Forest Star was torn open, creating a huge rift and providing an excellent opportunity for the Daemon Primarch Angron and Khorne army.
On the brass altar, the barrier between reality and the Warp, torn apart by evil Chaos Sorcery, resembles a giant, blood-red eye, or a deep "wellhead" leading to the abyss.
Khorne's Daemon Legion, like an endless tide of blood, surged wildly out of the passage.
For a time, the Sons of the Forest were at a complete disadvantage!
"Protect His Highness!"
The well-trained Sons of the Forest immediately rallied around Alvin, forming a tight formation around him, and organized their orderly evacuation using the ruins of the Blood Palace as cover.
The deadly arc of fire created by Heavy Bolter sniped at the utterly berserk Khorne army!
One after another, enormous, crimson Daemon, their muscles matted like lice, resembling skinned monsters, their pulsating muscles and veins exposed, clad in extremely rough brass plate armor, formed a blood tide of fearless ferocity, wave after wave assaulting the Sons of the Forest's defenses.
These monsters, which look like they've been skinned, are Daemon called "Bloodletters," and are the most common core unit in the Khorne Legion.
Once Bloodletters join the battle, they exhibit extreme fanaticism and bloodlust, as well as a thirst for skulls.
He has virtually no logic or thought process; he's a complete "madman"!
Even as their "comrades" fell in droves under the roaring heavy bombs, like wheat being harvested in autumn, the Bloodletters behind them continued to roar with the slogan "Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne," treading on the mountains of bones and flesh, surging forward one after another!
"Fight your way out of here!!!"
Although Alvin was protected in the middle, he also participated in the bloody battle, using precise shots from time to time to help his Chapter Brother around him escape.
To escape, they first need to fight their way out; only by leaving the influence of the Demon Forge Palace can they enter the Lion King's "forest."
Marvin's desperate act bought them precious time, allowing them to hold off the Daemon Primarch Angron and the World Eaters Chapter within the Psychic Power barrier. However, as the barrier grew dimmer, it foreshadowed that the barrier would not hold them off for much longer.
Alvin was extremely anxious. He knew that once "Angron" escaped, their fate would be total annihilation!
Unfortunately, misfortune never comes singly.
Khorne's Daemon Legion had clearly also discovered the Sons of the Forest's intentions.
The ground suddenly began to shake violently.
Alvin's pupils contracted slightly, and he abruptly turned his gaze. In the seemingly endless army of Bloodletters, he saw that these frenzied Daemon had, as if by unspoken agreement, split into several ranks.
Immediately following, dozens of even taller and stronger figures, clad in sturdy armor and riding skinned beasts resembling saber-toothed tigers, charged toward them with unstoppable force and utter ruthlessness!
Rumble-·
The charge of ancient heavy cavalry was earth-shattering, but the Khorne's Daemon Legion were even more terrifying!
The entire Demon Forge Palace seemed to tremble. Amidst the swirling dust, a blood-red dragon, carrying a terrifying aura, surged towards them with overwhelming force!
They are the Hellstriders of the Khorne Legion, also known as "Bloodcrushers," who were originally used to charge and tear apart human strongholds or to clash with large armored formations.
"Damn it—is this World War I?!"
Alvin cursed inwardly.
Khorne has truly gone mad; he's managed to pull off heavy cavalry in the tiny Demon Forge Palace!
"Fire!" He took the lead, pulling out several High-explosive grenade and throwing them away. Then he switched to a heavy Bolter, grabbed it, and pulled the trigger. Amidst the roaring torrent of metal, his face was distorted by the glint of bullets. "Don't be stingy with bullets, give me a good beating, heavy cavalry?"
You think we're fighting World War I?!
The next moment, the members of the Sons of the Forest Chapter pulled out all kinds of heavy weapons and began to call out the Khorne Legion who were charging towards them one by one!
This scene seemed to be a replay of history.
Even heavily armored cavalrymen are no match for the Stormfront of heavy weapon fire!
"Didn't expect that, did you?!"
Alvin, veins bulging on his forehead, gripped his six-barreled spinning Bolter, standing atop a hill of Bloodletters corpses, and unleashed a furious barrage of fire downwards. "Times have changed! This isn't the age of cavalry anymore!"
However, before he could even rejoice for a few seconds, his sharp eyes spotted dozens of enormous, bloated blasphemous creations made of flesh and brass pipes slowly writhing along mechanical tracks on the farthest brass altar.
It emerged from Warp Rift.
Its core is a constantly twitching, enormous biological visceral cavity that appears to be made of flesh and brass.
Alvin's expression changed drastically.
Oh no, we've gone back in time!
"Fire!" He only managed to shout those words before he saw those dozens of blasphemous, flesh-and-blood creations.
Several blood-red shells shot out from that fleshy cavity, whistling through the air before landing precisely in front of their position.
Boom!!!
The force of the explosion nearly blew Alvin away, but what shattered was not a metal bullet, but rather a shower of bloody flesh!
The explosive power of these chunks of flesh was no less than that of a bomb, and it contained an evil, Chaos corruption that stained the Power Armor, corroding even the Ceramite. The closest Sons of the Forest were directly blasted into mincemeat.
Just as Alvin was being bombarded by the "flesh and blood cannonballs" and was feeling dizzy, he suddenly heard several sharp screechs coming from above!
Li Yiyi!!!
The piercing scream went straight to my brain, like a needle pricking me with excruciating pain.
Following closely behind were several bat Daemon with blood-red wings spread, struggling like ferocious ghosts. They circled the dome of the Blood Palace for a moment, then swooped down like cannonballs, making a shrill sound as the air was torn apart!
Their self-designation is Alvin!
The Flesh Hounds swooped down, its claws like hooks, clamping onto Alvin's shoulder armor, intending to drag him away by force.
Get out of my way!
Alvin, trained by the Lion King, was no longer the same person he once was. How could he possibly be dragged away by a mere Flesh Hounds?
He grabbed the Daemon's upper jaw with his bare hands, and with a forceful pull, dragged it from behind to the ground in front of him, before it could struggle...
He stomped on the Flesh Hounds's chest again, forcefully shoved the already red-hot Bolter into its mouth, and pulled the trigger hard.
Bang bang bang!!!
The scorching bomb was forced into his throat, blasting that disgusting head into minced meat and blood under Alvin's icy gaze.
He wiped the blood off his goggles, turned to look at the others, and realized that, due to the suppression from afar, the Khorne heavy cavalry had already breached the Sons of the Forest's defenses.
What's even more despairing is...
Because of the delays of these Khorne Daemons legions, they missed their best opportunity.
That enormous, blood-red figure had broken free from the Psychic Power barrier cage that Rimarvin had set up at the cost of his life.
Roaring like thunder, like a savage beast from ancient times, each step it took caused the entire Blood Palace to tremble with a mournful cry. Amidst the churning dust, the Daemon Primarch named Angron appeared before them!
"Ah, Er, Wen!!!"
The blasphemous sound of the Daemon Primarch Angron shattering and twisting the laws of physics was like a thunderclap exploding out of nowhere, causing the surrounding air currents to spread like a tsunami.
"I'm not deaf!!!"
Similarly, being repeatedly pushed to the brink of despair did not frighten Alvin; instead, it fueled his gambler's mentality.
Can't escape?
Then we won't run anymore!
Suddenly, he took a few steps forward, and his entire body shot out like a cannonball, propelled by the airflow from his Power Pack.
They went straight at the "Daemon Primarch"!
"Call me grandpa!"
Alvin's arms bulged with veins, his entire body stretched out in a perfect arc in mid-air, as he unleashed a powerful slash at the "Daemon Primarch": "Angron— your father's here!!!"