Where the Hell Is Everyone? Someone Help Me!

The sudden arrival of the Dark Angels Chapter, along with the addition of several ancient Dreadnought, instantly reversed the entire battlefield situation.

The Daemon Prince, in particular, received special attention. Not only were he besieged by several Desolator Dreadnought, but he was also most troublesome by Ezekiel, the Chief Librarian Dark Angels Chapter, whose Psychic Power were truly astonishing.

The wide-ranging Psychic Power cleared an offensive zone for the Dark Angels. Not only that, it also suppressed the Daemon Prince from time to time, causing him to frequently become impotent and furious, but he still could not break through the tight defense line formed by these few Desolator Dreadnought.

Grand Master of Penitence Asmodeus, the repentant leader, personally led Deathwing, like a sharp dagger, tearing through the encirclement of the Khorne Daemons.

However.

Amidst the trembling, precarious gazes of the Sons of the Forest, fearing capture and repatriation, the Grand Master of Penitence merely stared at them for a moment before letting out a cold snort and continuing to lead his Chapter members to stabilize their battle lines.

"This matter is not over!"

He suppressed his anger, his deep, hoarse voice sounding like he was rubbing a sharp object. "None of you are allowed to die! You all have to live well!!!"

As he spoke, as if venting his anger, he grabbed the Power hammer and smashed a Bloodletters to pieces, then turned to the Khorne Daemons grin. "As for you— Chaos scum, do you even deserve to interfere in our affairs?!"

It was only then that Afkar noticed that almost all of these reinforcements of Dark Angels, including the Supreme Grand Master, the Grand Master of Penitence, the Chief Librarian, and the Grand Master of Deathwing, were wounded, clearly having been through many battles.

"Are you all alright?" Suddenly, a voice rang out. Afkar turned around and saw the one-armed Ravenwing Grand Master. His gaze swept around for a moment, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly: "Marvin—"

"I'm sorry," Afkar sighed softly, a hint of regret on his face. "Marvin sacrificed himself to cover our retreat, forcibly trapping the Daemon Primarch, which bought us time—"

Ravenwing Grand Master remained silent, his heart filled with complex emotions. Their hatred for the Fallen Angel was no less than that for Chaos, yet they had been saved by the Fallen Angel.

The complex emotions involved are hard to describe.

Azrael strode over, glanced at the heavily wounded Afkar, and said with utter sarcasm, "So who is it that can mobilize so many 'Fallen Angel'? It's the famous 'Former Blade Legion'."

Azrael

Afkar recognized the other person as well.

"It's me."

Azrael sneered, "We've repaid you for saving us last time."

It turned out that after receiving the intelligence that Ravenwing had risked his life to transmit, Deathwing, the first commander of the Dark Angels Chapter, led by the Supreme Grand Master Azrael, sped off.

They traversed hundreds of kilometers and fought dozens of bloody battles before finally arriving at the Demon Forge Palace in time!

Ravenwing Grand Master successfully held out until reinforcements arrived, but at the cost of less than one-tenth of Ravenwing's entire ranks.

Witnessing the Ravenwings, who were holding out for reinforcements and suffering heavy losses under the siege of the Ravenwing Chaos Legion, the awakened Ancient Dreadnought was instantly enraged.

Even Azrael couldn't dissuade them; these ancient Desolator Dreadnought, like battering rams.

After forcefully crushing several of Chaos's fortresses and turning the Chaos minions inside into mincemeat, they fought their way up to the Demon Forge Palace.

Afkar, who could imagine the difficulties involved, nodded silently. "Thanks."

You're welcome.

Azrael scoffed, "You should thank yourself. After all these years—you still have the nerve to live. I don't know who gave you the courage to come before us. Don't think that saving us once will make you atone for the sins you've committed!"

Faced with the Supreme Grand Master's sarcastic remarks and the underlying threat in his words, Afkar was initially somewhat worried.

But then he thought about it again and realized something was wrong.

Damn it, they're not Fallen Angel anymore, what are they afraid of!

He then sneered, "You'd better watch your mouth. Who are the 'Fallen Angel'? We've already received the 'Lion King's' pardon and are now 'saving angels.' Besides—we're no longer Dark Angels; we are 'Sons of the Forest.' It's not your place, the Supreme Grand Master of Dark Angels, to lecture us!"

"???"

This statement made Azrael hate it.

"Who? Who are you saying saved you?"

"Lion King!" Upon hearing this, Afkar proudly raised his head, staring directly into Azrael's bewildered eyes, his lips curling into a wild smile, "The First Lord of the Legion, Primarch, the Emperor's Firstborn, Lion El'Jonson Eljonsson, she has returned from her slumber, and has learned the truth of what happened back then, and has even forgiven our sins!"

A thunderous roar seemed to explode in Azrael's heart.

His mind went blank for a few seconds. If there was any surprise, it wasn't entirely; the news of the Lion King's return was indeed exciting news.

But what followed was... fear!

A deep fear, mixed with guilt, swept over Azrael like a tidal wave, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.

If—if the Lion King really did return, and he learned about all the things that had happened to Caliban over the years, and even the reason why the Dark Angels was now in such a perilous situation, how would he face the Gene-Father?

He couldn't imagine the look of disappointment in the Gene-Father!

"You, you mean--- the Lion King, has returned?" The Supreme Grand Master Azrael still couldn't believe it. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry and bitter, his pupils dilating as if in an earthquake.

"That's right! The Lion King has returned!" Afkar's gaze was resolute as he said in a deep voice, "Moreover, the Lion King has led a portion of the Sons of the Forest to support the Stone Fortress. You can verify this once communications are restored."

Azrael panicked completely.

He knew that Afkar would never lie about this matter, much less deceive them in the name of the Lion King.

He had been wondering when those Fallen Angel, those rats, had dared to provoke them. Turns out, their backers had arrived!

The Lion King already knows what you've done.

Upon seeing the Supreme Grand Master's face filled with shock and fear, Afkar felt a surge of satisfaction, like a bucket of cool water poured over a sweltering summer day. He couldn't help but gloat, saying, "You'd better start thinking about how you're going to explain to the Lion King the mistakes the Dark Angels Legion has made over the past ten thousand years!"

"..."

Azrael's pupils trembled slightly.

He was not afraid of atonement, nor of death, but he feared that the Lion King would be disappointed in his offspring after learning of the Dark Angels's actions over the past ten thousand years.

"Still chatting? Are you guys fucking crazy?!"

Suddenly, a furious roar rang out.

Afkar, along with Azrael, the Ravenwing Grand Master, Asmodeus, Ezekiel, and others, turned to look in the direction of the voice.

But then, a figure was seen engaging in a fierce battle with the massive, blood-red figure in front of the brass altar, each time almost a fight to the death.

"Are you blind just for venting your anger? Can't you see I'm getting beaten up here? Hurry up and help me, I'm about to take it all!!!"

The speaker was Alvin.

He risked his life to hold off the Daemon Primarch Angron, not so these people could reminisce about their past struggles.