Where the Hell Is Everyone? Someone Help Me!

The sudden arrival of the Dark Angels Chapter, joined by several ancient Dreadnoughts, turned the tide of the entire battlefield in an instant.

The Daemon Prince in particular was bearing the brunt of their attention. Several Desolator Dreadnoughts had surrounded him, and to make matters worse, the Dark Angels Chapter's Chief Librarian, Ezekiel, was there too. His psychic prowess was nothing short of astounding.

His wide-reaching psychic powers cleared an entire area for the Dark Angels to attack. On top of that, he kept suppressing the Daemon Prince, driving him into helpless rages as he struggled to break through the tight defensive line formed by the Desolator Dreadnoughts.

Grand Master of Penitence Asmodeus personally led the Deathwing's elite troops. Like a sharp blade, they tore through the Khorne Daemons' encirclement.

However.

As the Sons of the Forest watched in fear, treading as carefully as if on thin ice, terrified of being dragged back, the Grand Master of Penitence merely stared at them for a moment. Then he gave a cold snort and continued leading his Chapter members in helping them shore up the battle line.

"This isn't over!"

He held back his anger, his low, hoarse voice grating like something scraping against a sharp object. "Not one of you is allowed to die. You all have to stay alive, every last one of you!"

As he spoke, he seemed to vent his frustration by hefting his Power hammer and smashing a Bloodletter to pieces. Then he turned with a menacing grin toward the Khorne Daemons. "And you—Chaos scum! Who do you think you are, sticking your noses in our affairs?!"

Only then did Afkar notice that these Dark Angels reinforcements—including the Supreme Grand Master, the Grand Master of Penitence, the Chief Librarian, and the Deathwing Grand Master—were almost all wounded.