I'm Not Running Anymore, Let's Fight to Our Heart's Content!

The "Human Emperor Banner" billowed with black mist, and the souls of hundreds of Chaos Space Marine surged towards the World Eaters like a vast tide.

The Khorne Legion.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Khorne Legion and the World Eaters were caught off guard by the sudden attack, the besieged Sons of the Forest finally got a chance to catch their breath.

However, including Alvin, they all knew very well that the crisis was far from over!

The real challenge is the "Daemon Primarch"!

Angron's roar triggered rolling sonic waves that shook the entire Blood Palace, and the Psychic Power barrier that Marvin had set up with his life was already on the verge of collapse!

Time is running out for them.

"Quickly, break out!!!" Alvin shook the black tribal flag with all his might, roaring hoarsely amidst the billowing black smoke.

Centered around him, the Sons of the Forest Chapter tore a path to the outside world from the frenzied, bloodthirsty legions of Bloodletters.

The roar of the Bolter and Chainsword, the collision of flesh and armor, seemed to play a tragic melody!

Every step, every second.

Almost all of the Children of the Sons of the Forest fell, and the others didn't even have time to retrieve the bodies. They could only watch helplessly as their Chapter Brother, who had fought side by side and shared life and death, were swallowed up by the vast Daemon.

When we arrived, there were two whole companies of the Sons of the Forest. After such a terrible breakout, only about fifty of them are still standing here!

This battle was incredibly costly!

Alvin's forehead veins bulged, he bit his lip tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole face looked ferocious.

Twisted: "I'll remember this debt!!!"

His heart was bleeding.

But he had nowhere to vent his anger.

The reason for all this is that he relied too much on "foresight," thus ignoring the "future" he saw in his eyes.

It's highly likely to be fake!

From the moment he stepped onto Dragon Forest Star, he fell into Khorne's trap.

It's likely that even this Demon Forge Palace was deliberately discovered by Ravenwing to lure him here!

Having figured all this out, Alvin took a deep breath, knowing that no matter how angry or grieving he was, he absolutely could not stop, otherwise all these people's sacrifices would be in vain!

Khorne's target was him!

That's why I absolutely cannot fall into the hands of these Khorne Daemons; I must escape in order to find a way to take revenge!

Avenge Khorne Angron!

However, fate, seemingly existing in the dark, did not seem willing to let him escape so easily.

Just as the Chapter of the Sons of the Forest, having paid a heavy price and fought their way out of the endless Khorne Daemons army, were about to leave the area influenced by the Chaos Sorcery the Demon Forge Palace was about to be established.

It's right ahead.

A rift was torn open in the Warp.

A blasphemous, blood-red figure, like an insurmountable mountain, appeared before them, treading on burning flames and the pungent smell of sulfur, becoming an insurmountable chasm blocking the Sons of the Forest's Chapter's path to survival.

"You can't escape— Alvin!"

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the air was torn apart by sonic booms, and the explosive gale, like a tsunami, forcefully blew several Sons of the Forest away.

Even with the protection of their powered armor, they were still smashed apart by brute force, their flesh and armor seemingly turning into scattered blood mist, exploding directly in mid-air.

The next moment, illuminated by the light outside the Blood Palace, the full figure came into everyone's view.

Its entire body was bright red, as if its skin had been peeled off raw, with blood vessels and even tendons clearly visible. Every inch of its muscle resembled a raised, hard rock, and its black arms were even thicker than those of ordinary creatures, covered with sharp spikes like steel needles.

A beast-like head, with some human features still vaguely discernible.

It lacks the iconic Daemon wings, yet it exudes a more terrifying and horrifying aura than any Daemon. The dense Blood Qi surrounding it seems to proclaim that this terrifying Daemon has slaughtered countless lives!

The sheer terror and power emanating from that place caused the Sons of the Forest, including Alvin, whose path was blocked, to sink into despair.

Without a doubt, the one who suddenly appeared and blocked their way was—Prince Khorne Daemons!

At this moment, the severely wounded Afkar struggled to open his eyes and said in a weak voice, "Your Highness, you should go."

"Walk?"

Upon hearing this, Alvin turned to look around, a fire burning in his eyes, and shook his head bitterly. "Which way? How do we get there?"

If there is any hope, he wants to leave.

The problem is, where can he run in the current situation? The Daemon Prince is blocking his way in front, the Daemon Primarch is behind him, and the Khorne Daemons Legion is all around him. He truly has nowhere to go.

Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Afkar spoke with difficulty, "Your Highness, you hold the key to the 'Forest.' As long as you can leave this palace, you can escape. We will create an opportunity for you!"

This is the only way.

"Your Highness, please leave!"

"We'll cover your retreat!"

The people surrounding him spoke earnestly.

"Forget it—" Alvin sighed and shook his head, saying, "I don't have the nerve to ask you to cover my retreat. Besides, what good would it do even if we escaped? Do you want me to live with this guilt for the rest of my life?"

Your Highness!

Afkar had something else to say.

But Alvin interrupted him, his expression solemn, his tone suddenly becoming serious, "No need to say anything more. I know you protect me because of the Lion King, but don't forget, I am still the Grand Master of the Sons of the Forest!"

His tone left no room for argument.

Without giving the others a chance to object, he took a half-step forward and drew his Power sword: "Today, we may die here, but—even in death, we will never surrender to Chaos! We stand with the Emperor! In the name of Ryan, we will not betray Caliban, nor the Imperium! May we—return to the Golden Throne in glory!!!"

His words were not as sharp and incisive as those of a pastor, but as a Grand Master, his willingness to live and die with everyone was already a great honor!

It was this determination that ignited the fighting spirit of the Sons of the Forest. Their pupils turned red, and a surge of power rose within them, enabling them to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Daemon Prince!

Boom!!!

With a single blow, the Daemon Prince's massive, ape-like arm shattered the pillars supporting the palace, sending rocks raining down. Yet, the prince seemed unfazed, merely grinning maliciously at Alvin.

His eyes, burning with crimson flames, seemed to be saying to him—None of you will escape!

"Hehe."

Alvin Dreadnought, his gaze burning as he met the eyes of the beast-like "Daemon Prince." A deep crimson ignited in his eyes as he provocatively beckoned with his finger. "Run? I'm not running today. Whoever backs down is a coward!"

Come on, let's fight to the death!