Was This Smoky Thing an Emperor's Artifact?

Holy crap?!

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

As they watched their "Grand Master" not only not retreat a single step under the pressure of the "Daemon Primarch," but even leaping out and slashing at the "Daemon Primarch" with his sword, it felt as if tens of thousands of "grass mud horses" were galloping wildly in their hearts!

That's too brave!

Mia!

The Power sword the corner of Angron's Daemon chair, producing a clanging sound like metal clashing.

Intense sparks flew from the sword's edge, followed by an extremely strong shockwave. The force caused several bloody gashes to appear on Alvin's hand, staining the hilt with blood.

"Holy crap, it's that hard?!" Alvin's pupils contracted. He hadn't expected Angron's chair corner to be so hard that even this finely crafted Power sword couldn't cut through it!

Angron seemed equally bewildered.

A moment of stunned disbelief flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly filled with boundless rage. How dare a mere human swing his sword at him?!

"Die!" Angron, now fully Ascend to Daemonhood, possessed strength and speed far beyond anything he had ever seen before. Even without using weapons, the force of his fists alone was enough to reduce a Leman Russ Tank to scrap metal!

Boom!

The airflow produced a piercing sonic boom.

Angron's enormous fist, like a cannonball, wrapped in billowing air currents and gales, slammed straight toward Alvin in mid-air.

"Your Highness!!!"

The Sons of the Forest witnessed this scene all screamed in terror.

Alvin was currently in mid-air, and even with his Power Pack, he didn't have time to adjust his direction. If he were hit by this punch, his fate would probably be the same as Afkar's, who was already "lying down".

But just then, Alvin, who was in mid-air, miraculously transformed into a butterfly!

Where Angron's punch landed, the airflow spread out like an exploding halo, but Alvin was nowhere to be seen, only scattered butterflies remained.

"???"

Angron was stunned again.

What's going on? I clearly felt like I hit it, so why did it turn into a butterfly?

"The Form of Ekarn!"

Suddenly, a voice came.

But then Alvin split into dozens of clones, blinding lightning crackling from his fingertips. "Khorne's Crimson Chains!"

Splash!

The clones manipulated chains, sending them flying to firmly bind the Daemon Primarch to the spot!

"Roar!!!"

Angron was enraged, his brute strength erupting. Every inch of his bulging muscles, blessed by the power of Chaos, actually tore at the chains, making a series of teeth-grinding sounds!

Click, click!

The chains snapped one by one!

It looked like Angron was about to break free.

This scene made Alvin's eyelids twitch. It was the first time he had ever encountered someone who could break the "Cytorak Crimson Chains" with brute force alone!

"Damn! That's some serious strength!" Alvin didn't have time to think. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he frantically drew Psychic Power from the Warp using "White Magic."

Demon Forge Palace, the reality realm was already severely damaged, and there was also a huge Warp Rift, which made it easy for Alvin to absorb Psychic Power.

A torrent of Psychic Power surged into his body, forming a raging torrent of lightning that surged wildly in the void, containing an aura of extreme destruction!

"Psykana Lightning!!!"

Finally, just as Alvin was about to collapse, he transformed all the Psychic Power he had "borrowed" into lightning and unleashed it towards Angron!

Rumble!!!

Endless lightning bolts rained down like a torrential downpour!

The torrent of lightning, carrying destructive power, ignited the air itself, and a terrifying torrent of Psychic Power roared, engulfing an area of tens of meters!

Angron's ferocious figure was suddenly enveloped in a dazzling, blinding flash of lightning!

"I refuse to believe you can get away with this!" Alvin swayed, feeling completely drained by the immense Psychic Power he possessed, and breathed heavily.

However, when the dazzling lightning subsided, Angron, who stood in the center of the destroyed area, was seen with his massive body covered in deep furrows torn by Psykana Lightning. In some places, his internal organs were even visible, and his blood had been evaporated by the high temperature, turning into charred blood.

Amidst billowing steam, Angron remained motionless.

"Dead?"

Alvin, panting heavily, looked at Angron.

But, the next second...

A dense, blood-red light suddenly erupted from Angron's body, revealing the severely damaged Daemon form.

It recovered at an astonishing speed!

"Roar!!!"

Angron raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with savagery and madness. He roared as he gripped his giant axe, took a step forward, and the axe blade cleaved through the air!

"The Ring of Ragadhor!"

In desperation, Alvin unleashed a massive Energy Shield.

However, his shield was shattered by Angron's axe, the power contained within remaining undiminished. It carried a visible blade of air that tore the ground apart, and the terrifying aftershocks sent Alvin flying.

Old K, have you no shame?!

Alvin swallowed the blood in his throat, glaring at Angron with gritted teeth. That bastard was openly cheating!

"You forced me to do this!"

Alvin was also determined. He didn't care whether he would be discovered or not, and directly pulled out a pure black banner from his Personal Space!

The flagpole of the clan was jet black, cast from an unknown metal. The flag was spread horizontally, covered with densely packed mysterious runes. At the center were the Imperial Aquila, surrounded by numerous Khorne Daemons legions, from which billowing black smoke poured out!

"Get out here!!!"

Alvin grabbed the flagpole, using it as a weapon, and swung it violently within the encirclement.

With a single wave, billowing black smoke appeared!

With a second swing, billowing black smoke enveloped the battlefield!

With three swipes, hundreds of blood-red, illusory spirits surged forth from the black smoke. These spirits were all draped in twisted...

The terrifying armor roared as it charged towards the Khorne Daemon Legion!

"!!!

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

This, this, this—this is Daemon Legion?!

But what happened next made them stare wide-eyed, and they felt like their hearts were about to stop.

"Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne!!!"

The "Daemon" emerging from the black smoke, shouting the slogan "Khorne," charged forward fearlessly.

Those equally bewildered "Khorne Daemons's Legion"

Was it pre-ordered?

"That doesn't seem right," the Sons of the Forest's lieutenant swore, "I've never seen anything like it in my life. Khorne and Khorne followers are actually killing each other!"

"What are you all standing there for?! Run!" Alvin turned around and saw the Sons of the Forest still in a daze.

He immediately roared, "This small group of people can't stop these lunatics!"

The Chaos Space Marine within the "Human Emperor's Banner," though their souls are marked with the "Dark Mark" and are immortal, still face a "price" for each resurrection!

He didn't expect this small number of people to be enough to stop the crazed Daemon Primarch!

"Grand Master— " The adjutant swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the banner in his hand. "This thing... it looks like Daemon Artifact, doesn't it?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Alvin glared at him and snapped, "This is the 'Human Emperor Banner,' a divine artifact bestowed upon me by the Emperor. It has absolutely nothing to do with Daemon Artifact!"

The adjutant gave a slight smirk.

A divine artifact bestowed by the Emperor?

Before you say that, did you look down and see how this thing is puffing out black smoke? Does it look like Emperor artifact?