He Shouldn't Kill Us Too, Should He?
Alvin got tired of running around.
Moreover, with his path to survival blocked and his escape route cut off, even if he were to grow wings from his sides, he still wouldn't be able to escape this "Demon Forge Palace"!
As for "Navigator"?
Alvin had considered this method, but unfortunately it was clearly not feasible!
The Navigator has a fatal weakness.
According to the rules, his location is fixed each time he returns. In other words, even if he travels to another world to take refuge, his location will remain the same once he returns.
Alvin couldn't determine whether the Demon Forge Palace existed in reality or in the Warp.
In other words, no matter how Time Flow Rate, if this place is in "Warp", then time loses its meaning. Even if he has the patience to wait a hundred years, when he returns, the "time" here will probably still be at the moment before he left!
Alvin had no doubt that the "Blood God" on the Brass Throne possessed such power.
In other words, his escape route had long been blocked.
Now, the only way out is to hold out and wait for reinforcements. Perhaps, he meant perhaps, the intelligence sent out by Ravenwing could be received by the Dark Angels, who could then breach the Demon Forge Palace from the outside.
"The robe is yours now."
Alvin took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the "Daemon Primarch," who had broken free of his restraints and was striding towards him. "I'll hold him off. As long as we hold on, there's always hope!"
Given the current situation, it's clearly impossible for the remnants of the Sons of the Forest to hold off the Daemon Primarch, but with the magic of Kamar-Taj, he should at least be able to hold off "Angron" without much trouble.
Thus, the division of labor became clear.
Before anyone could question him, Alvin suddenly soared into the air, several streaks of flame and lightning striking the roaring Daemon Primarch: "Come on, you little brat, grandpa's right here!"
"For the Emperor!!!"
Afkar injected himself with hormones, and despite his severe injuries, he still mustered his strength to lead his men in attacking the Daemon Prince.
On one side, Alvin and Angron are doing their best to maneuver, while on the other side, the Sons of the Forest are waging war against the Daemon Prince in near despair.
If it weren't for the Human Emperor Banner and the souls of those Chaos Warriors helping them hold off the Daemon Legion behind them, the situation would probably be even worse now.
Even so, without heavy equipment and having gone through several bloody battles, the Sons of the Forest, whose stamina had been severely depleted, would find it extremely difficult to stop a Daemon Prince!
Boom!
The Sons of the Forest, trapped in a desperate situation, was suddenly drawn to a loud noise.
The Blood Palace gates, previously hidden by the Rock, were suddenly and forcefully smashed open. A furious roar erupted from the crudely made loudspeaker array, "Damn Fallen Angel —where are you?!"
"???"
The Sons of the Forest were stunned for a moment.
The Daemon Prince, who was blocking the way, hadn't even seen clearly what had broken in before being hit in the face by several cannonballs. The angels seemed to be the ones who had been there.
Boom!
The shockwave from the exploding shell knocked the Daemon Prince back several steps. Then, amidst the roar of the mechanical wheelman, a dense torrent of metal slammed solidly into his body!
Blood boiled and exploded.
Even the Daemon Prince could not withstand the impact of this torrent of metal. He roared angrily, grabbed his arm, which was as thick as a giant ape, and clenched his fist to smash the enemy who had suddenly intruded.
Whoosh!
The air itself seemed to explode from that punch.
However, to the Sons of the Forest's mistake, the Daemon Prince's furious punch was blocked by the intruding figure.
!!!
The airflow in mid-air appeared to explode in a ring shape.
The sonic boom pushed the Rock aside, finally revealing the figure in its entirety: a giant in full black armor, standing about four to five meters tall, with sword-wielding wings engraved on its chest. To the Sons of the Forest, these wings seemed like a beacon of hope!
That was an ancient Dreadnought from the Dark Angels Chapter, also known as the Desolator Dreadnought!
All those warriors who perished in such Dreadnought were once outstanding "heroes" in the history of the Dark Angels Legion!
"Aaaaaah-----·Damn Daemon!!!"
The voice of the giant in black metal armor sounded extremely harsh through the rough amplification array, but to the Sons of the Forest, it was like heavenly music.
They're here! They've finally arrived!
The Desolator Dreadnought suddenly exerted its strength, shaking off the Daemon Prince's fist. The Power Fist mounted on its right arm, wrapped in terrifying lightning, shot out like a cannonball and smashed into the Daemon Prince's head!
Boom!!!
The mighty Daemon Prince was sent flying by this punch, his head seemingly twisted and flesh scattered.
After blasting the Daemon Prince away with a single punch, the Desolator Dreadnought, stepping over the flesh and blood of the surrounding Chaos Daemons, began to roar with its Hell Bolter on its left arm. A torrent of bullets formed a metallic torrent, turning the Khorne Daemon into a bloody pulp!
Boom!
At the same time, the Rock blocking the entrance crumbled, and hordes of dark green armored warriors poured into the Blood Palace. They were clearly identified and immediately aimed their guns at the Daemon besieging the Sons of the Forest.
Bang bang bang.
Amidst the rapid gunfire, the leading priest in black armor, wielding Power hammer, tore through the Daemon Legion like a god descending to earth!
With each step he took forward, there was the crackling of lightning from the exploding Power hammer, and the smashed Chaos of flesh and corpses. His black armor was stained with horrifying bloodstains, while the crimson Auspex light on his skull-like helmet remained fixed on the Sons of the Forest.
"Hiss— Asmodeus!!!"
The near-slaughter, and the terrifying killing intent that could be felt even through the helmets, instantly shocked the Sons of the Forest.
They immediately recognized the other person's identity.
Confessional Priest Asmodeus!
Don't ask, the answer is "bloodline suppression," Grand Master of Penitence Asmodeus, in the eyes of these former "Fallen Angel."
But it is a terrifying being comparable to the Chaos Gods!
"...Company Commander- "
The adjutant beside him, seeing Asmodeus rapidly approaching them, slaughtering Chaos Daemons with near-madness, couldn't help but swallow hard, asking with a hint of fear, "What if this guy gets carried away and takes us all out with him?!"
"..-I don't think so?"
Even the heavily injured Afkar couldn't help but swallow hard, and said uncertainly.
If they were to fall into Asmodeus's hands, they might as well just be killed by the Daemon Prince; at least the latter wouldn't mistreat them.