He Shouldn't Kill Us Too, Should He?

Alvin had been running the whole time, and he was sick of it.

Besides, his escape route was blocked and his way back had been cut off. Even if he grew a pair of wings right now, he still couldn't fly out of this "Demon Forge Palace"!

As for the "Navigator"?

Alvin had considered that option, but unfortunately, it clearly wouldn't work!

The Navigator had one fatal weakness.

According to the rules, he always returned to the same fixed location. In other words, even if he traveled to another world to hide, he would still return to his current location.

Alvin couldn't be sure whether this Demon Forge Palace was in reality or in the Warp.

In other words, no matter what the Time Flow Rate was, if this place was in the Warp, then time had lost all meaning. Even if he patiently waited a hundred years, when he returned, the "time" here would probably still be at the exact moment he had left!

Alvin had no doubt that the Blood God atop the Brass Throne had the power to do something like that.

In other words, his way back had been sealed off long ago.

Now, his only chance of survival was to hold out until help arrived. Maybe—just maybe—the message Ravenwing had sent would reach the Dark Angels, and they would break into the Demon Forge Palace from outside.

"I'm leaving them to you."

Alvin took a deep breath, then looked toward the Daemon Primarch, who had broken free and was striding toward them. "I'll hold him off. As long as we can hold out, there's still hope!"

Given the situation, there was no way the remaining Sons of the Forest could hold off the Daemon Primarch. But with the spells of Kamar-Taj at his disposal, Alvin