Bad News, the Boss Has Entered Phase Two!

It wasn't until Alvin's roar that Azrael noticed a massive, blood-red figure standing on the bronze altar not far away. The terrifying pressure emanating from it, along with the dense Blood Qi and sulfur, far surpassed that of the Daemon Prince blocking the entrance!

Boom!

Another loud bang, and shockwaves swept across the Blood Palace.

Amidst the tumultuous, billowing dust, Alvin, dragging a humanoid wave of energy, was sent flying backward. He was knocked back dozens of meters by the blood-red figure, crashing into a pillar and embedding himself deeply within it.

The ground of the Blood Palace trembled, and the blood-red figure gradually became clear, fully appearing in everyone's eyes.

Enormous Daemon wings, and blood-red nails embedded in its skull; every inch of its bulging muscles was like hard steel; scorching heat spread with the aura of Blood Qi, corroding the ground where its feet landed; and its twisted chair corners pointing straight to the sky were covered with evil, Chaos patterns.

That body, as large as a mountain, was filled with an indescribable, Chaos power!

With just his imposing presence, he instilled a deep-seated fear in even the battle-hardened Azrael and the Dark Angels.

That's... the Daemon Primarch, Angron!

"It will take time, "Azrael gasped.

"How could they be here?!" Not only him, but also Ezekiel, Asmodeus, Belial, and other high-ranking Dark Angels looked at Afkar with disbelief.

"... Wasn't it always like this?!" Afkar was also puzzled. Such a huge Daemon, were you all blind when you came in?

"I'm asking, why is there Daemon Primarch here?!" Azrael smirked. He couldn't very well say that their attention had been focused on the Fallen Angel since they came in, and they hadn't paid much attention to that blood-red figure, could they?

"The Chaos Summoning Ritual—we thought we could stop it, but we failed—" Afkar said rapidly, "The target was Alvin Valshius, the Grand Master of the Sons of the Forest. Before he departed, the Lion King ordered us to protect him at all costs!"

A few brief words made Azrael keenly realize that this was an opportunity to make amends.

Seeing the critical situation, he couldn't care less about anything else and immediately gave the order, "Ezekiel, Belial, Asmodeus,..."

Samuel, come with me to provide support! The rest of you, hold your ground!

This lineup is arguably the most luxurious lineup Dark Angels can field right now.

Ezekiel, the Chief Librarian Chapter.

Belial, the Grand Master of Deathwing.

Asmodeus, Chief Confessor.

Samuel, Ravenwing Grand Master!

In addition, his Supreme Grand Master had given him almost everything he had.

However, even with this star-studded lineup, Azrael still didn't believe their chances of winning were high; in fact, he could say "..."

Still very low!

Because that is the Daemon Primarch!

Unlike the Daemon Prince, every Daemon Primarch was once a son of the Emperor, which means that they were also a "god"!

Everyone says that the Thirteenth Lord can single-handedly take on any dish, but is that really the case?

When Thirteenth Lord Guilliman, first awoke, he tore apart dozens of Chaos Space Marine of the Word Bearers with his bare hands, with an almost overwhelming advantage. Then, while ambushed, he nearly killed Chaos Lord with his bare hands.

The combat power of the Primarch is evident.

They could even flip a main battle tank with their bare hands, withstand the frontal bombardment of heavy artillery, and even tear apart Space Marine wearing Terminator's armor with their bare hands. A mere few hundred Space Marine were nothing more than "mortals" in front of the Primarch!

The Daemon Primarch Angron, endowed with the power of Chaos by the Butcher of Chaos and the Blood God, is even more terrifying, far beyond the reach of the Space Marine.

In other words, under other circumstances, the only way to expel a Daemon Primarch is to overwhelm him with sheer numbers, using a massive number of Space Marine to crush him!

But right now, not to mention that even if you add up the numbers of the Dark Angels Chapter and the Chapter of the Sons of the Forest Chapter, it probably wouldn't be enough to fill this hole. And there are still the Khorne Demon Army and the World Eaters watching us from all sides!

While he was thinking, Azrael had already rushed forward, wielding the blessed artifact, the treasure of the Dark Angels Chapter, the "Secret Sword" given to him by the robed dwarf, and slashed at Angron's right leg.

Angron was completely preoccupied with "Alvin" and didn't even notice the others.

Caught off guard, his right leg was suddenly slashed by the blade.

Despite being Daemon, the sword was no ordinary weapon; it managed to pierce through Angron's thick, tough skin, leaving a bloody gash.

Angron followed suit, and Bloodaxe fell with the momentum.

Boom!

Just half an inch off, the axe blade grazed Alvin as it cleaved down, the violent force carving a gap in the brass altar.

Taking advantage of Angron's fall, Chief Librarian Ezekiel began chanting incantations, and a torrent of Psychic Power energy surged forth from the Warp Rift, transforming into a surging gravity that pressed down on Angron's body.

Buzz!!!

The surging torrent of gravity pressed Angron firmly to the ground, preventing him from getting up.

However, Angron's anger grew even more violent. He let out a deafening roar, his muscles bulged, and he unleashed an unimaginable brute force. The entire brass altar trembled, as if it were about to be shattered by his brute strength.

"Hurry up!"

Ezekiel hoarse and exhausted.

He thought the Daemon Primarch would be terrifying, but he never expected that he would be almost completely drained after suppressing it for only a second.

"I'll help you!" Alvin gritted his teeth, disregarding the cost, and once again unleashed "Khorne's Crimson Chains."

Iron chains descended from the sky like a spider web, binding Angron's limbs. They exerted force from all directions, causing the struggling Angron to be pulled down with a thud onto the brass altar.

"Now's the time!!!" Ezekiel and Alvin barely managed to control the berserk Angron with almost all their might.

Azrael, Belial, Samuel, Asmodeus naturally wouldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the four figures simultaneously surged forward.

"Die, heretic!!!"

"Go to Hell and repent to the Emperor!"

The combined power of the group's swords, fists, and hammers struck Angron's head while he was being restrained!

However.

The result, however, was hard for everyone to accept.

Angron's bulging muscles made his neck as hard as steel. The combined force of the sword, the giant hammer, and the Power Fist, all aimed at him, collided with him, producing dazzling sparks. However, it failed to sever the Daemon Primarch's head and banish him back to the Warp as expected.

The suppressed Angron's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot, terrifying blood vessels filling his pupils, as if tangible flames were igniting within them.

Staring at these lowly beings, the excruciating pain of the Butcher's Nails drove him completely mad.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

With a deafening roar, the brass altar finally gave way and was shattered by the brute force of Angron's roar!

Visible gales, centered on Angron, spread violently outwards. Layers of Blood Qi, like steel blades, struck the armor with a piercing sound. The crowd was thrown back by this gust of wind, landing around the collapsed brass altar.

Immediately afterward, a figure stepped out of the ruins of the brass altar, a huge blood axe dragging on the ground, making a chilling scraping sound—it was Angron!

They have been completely enslaved by rage!

"You think you can kill me?!"

The roar, like a storm, caused the surrounding space to tremble violently. Terrifying air currents spread like a tsunami. The Blood Palace was also shaken by this roar, with its dome collapsing and the ground cracking and collapsing inch by inch!

Looking at Angron, who was shrouded in a thick Blood Qi and seemed to have transformed into a god of slaughter, Alvin couldn't help but swallow hard. His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and he knew something was wrong.

The boss has entered the second phase!