Bad News, the Boss Has Entered Phase Two!

It was only when Alvin roared that Azrael noticed the enormous blood-red figure standing atop the brass altar nearby. The terrifying pressure it exuded, along with its dense Blood Qi and sulfurous stench, far surpassed that of the Daemon Prince blocking the entrance!

Boom!

Another deafening explosion rang out, and shock waves swept across the Blood Palace.

Amid the roaring clouds of dust, Alvin was blasted backward, dragging a humanoid shock wave behind him. The blood-red figure had sent him flying dozens of meters, and he crashed into a corridor pillar, embedding himself deep within it.

The floor of the Blood Palace trembled. The blood-red figure gradually became clear, fully revealing itself before everyone's eyes.

The enormous Daemon wings, the blood-red nails embedded in its skull, and every inch of its bulging muscles were as hard as steel. Scalding waves of heat spread with its Blood Qi, and the ground corroded wherever its feet landed. Even its twisted horns, which pointed straight into the heavens, were covered in evil Chaos runes.

Its mountainous body was filled with indescribable Chaos power!

Its mere presence made even the battle-hardened Azrael, along with the Dark Angels, feel fear rising from the depths of their souls.

That was a Daemon Primarch—Angron!

For a moment, Azrael sucked in a cold breath.

"How could he have appeared here?!" It wasn't only him. Ezekiel, Asmodeus, Belial, and the other Dark Angels officers also stared at Afkar in disbelief.

"...He's been here the whole time, hasn't he?!" Afkar was baffled as well. How had they all failed to notice such a huge Daemon when they entered?

"I'm asking why there's a Daemon Primarch here?!" Azrael twitched the corner of his mouth. He couldn't exactly admit that after entering, they had focused all their attention on the Fallen Angel