Was This Smoky Thing an Emperor's Artifact?

What the hell?!

The Sons of the Forest were stunned by what they saw!

As they watched their "Grand Master" stand firm beneath the pressure of a "Daemon Primarch," then leap into the air and slash at him, it felt as though tens of thousands of "mud horses" were stampeding through their minds!

H-How was he so brave?!

Miii—!!!

The Power sword struck the horn of Angron's Daemon Throne, ringing out like metal crashing against metal.

Sparks flew from the blade, followed by a tremendous jolt. The force split open several gashes in Alvin's palm, and blood seeped onto the sword hilt.

"Holy crap, it's that hard?!" Alvin's pupils contracted. He hadn't expected Angron's throne horn to be so tough that even this master-crafted Power sword couldn't cut through it!

Angron seemed just as dumbfounded.

A flicker of bewilderment crossed his eyes, but it was soon swallowed by boundless rage. A mere human—dared to raise a sword against him?!

"Die—!" Angron, fully Ascended to Daemonhood, was far stronger and faster than ever before. Even without a weapon, the force of a single punch could reduce a Leman Russ Tank to scrap!

Boom!

The air erupted in a piercing sonic boom.

Angron's enormous fist was like a cannonball, wrapped in surging waves of wind as it shot straight toward Alvin in midair.

"Your Highness!!!"

The Sons of the Forest who witnessed this all cried out in terror.

Alvin was in midair, and even with his Power Pack, he had no time to change direction. If that punch hit him, he would probably end up just like Afkar, who was already "lying down."

But just then, Alvin—still in midair—miraculously turned into a butterfly!

The air burst outward from the spot where Angron's fist struck, like an expanding halo. But Alvin had vanished,