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Burning golden flames surrounded Alvin, and an invisible force lifted him, suspending him in mid-air. Layers of his power armor peeled away, revealing his thin body.

However, under the golden flames, Alvin's entire body appeared as if it were made of jade, and his whole being presented a texture that was neither human nor even a living being, almost translucent.

Golden energy, visible to the naked eye, surged and boiled like lava in the blood vessels beneath his skin.

His short, black hair stood on end, flying like burning flames, and his molten, crimson-gold eyes, devoid of pupils, held only pure, burning flames, coldly locking onto the Daemon Primarch that was within inches of him, yet appeared to be insane and crazed.

He doesn't belong to you.

Alvin's voice rang out.

What's shocking is that the voice coming from "his" mouth was not the familiar clear voice, but rather an echo full of power and metallic texture, as if countless sounds were superimposed together.

Every syllable uttered vibrated the air, carrying the ultimate contempt for the profane, burning away heresy and Chaos.

The voice ignored the warped barrier of Warp on Dragon Forest Star, echoing clearly in every Dark Angels communication array and soul.

Ezekiel, and even the Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels, were completely stunned at this moment.

They gazed at the figure, as if they saw a magnificent golden form within the rising, blazing, yet incredibly warm golden flames.

That figure stood atop the Imperium.

It is the cornerstone of the Imperium and the key to human survival, protecting its people throughout the long span of ten thousand years.

That's... the Emperor!

Absolutely no mistake, that's the Emperor!

This power was like a warm sun to them, but any Chaos touched by the golden flames was burned to ashes amidst screams of agony!

"It really is the Emperor!" Ezekiel's pupils dilated, and his whole body trembled, not from fear, but from overwhelming excitement.

Isn't it a miracle that they were actually fortunate enough to witness the "Emperor's" will descend upon this place?!

Similarly, the Daemon Primarch recognized it.

"It's you--!!!"

As Angron gazed at the Translucent suspended in mid-air, enveloped in golden flames, his rage was completely ignited.

A deafening roar, a mixture of rage and searing pain, surged forth like a terrifying tsunami, sending a shockwave crashing towards the figure.

The excruciating pain and the searing agony caused the last vestige of reason in Daemon Primarch Angron to snap completely at that moment.

The Butcher's Nails, embedded in the brain lobe, erupted with frenzied, scarlet arcs of electricity, its brightness instantly escalating to a blinding level, like countless venomous snakes dancing in the air.

Gone was the last trace of mockery; the will to destroy had reached its peak, mingled with hatred, jealousy, and other negative emotions. It shattered the ground with a sudden burst of power, and the massive, blood-red figure seemed to tear the air apart as it charged straight toward the figure suspended in mid-air.

"The False Emperor One-!!!"

With each step Angron took, it was as if a Titan had descended, carrying a breathtaking aura.

The enormous, blood-red axe blade, named "Soul Ripper," unleashed its full power, carrying the force to tear the sky apart. Stirring up the destructive blood clouds, its rapidly spinning serrated blades brought together a destructive torrent of countless souls' screams, and cleaved down towards Alvin!

Rumble!!!

The atmosphere trembled, and space itself groaned!

As if the heavens themselves were wailing, the dense crimson light filled most of the sky for a moment, and together with the rage of the one on the Brass Throne deep in the Warp, it crashed down on the semi-transparent figure.

This strike, imbued with all the power and fury of the Daemon Primarch, was determined to utterly crush the golden torch, along with its obstructive light, into dust!

At this moment, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

"Don't want--!!!"

Already severely injured, Azrael mustered his last strength and forced himself to his feet. He knelt and gripped the "Secret Sword," wanting to shield the figure within the golden flames from the attack.

Belial struggled in vain in the deep pit.

Samuel, coughing up blood, used his remaining strength to barely lift the Bolter, pressed down hard with his index finger knuckle, and fired a bullet at the Daemon Primarch.

Asmodeus's gaze, hidden beneath his skull helmet, was fixed on the blasphemous axe that the Daemon Primarch was about to cleave down on the holy "Emperor."

It let out a powerless roar.

Ezekiel leaned against the crumbling wall, his dim eyes reflecting the soaring golden flames and a faint trace of Psychic Power.

As if in response, it was lit up at his fingertips.

"Daemon - Don't even think about harming the Emperor!"

The six severely wounded Dark Angels Chapter each used their own methods to suppress their last bit of strength.

They would never allow their sacred Emperor to be touched by that blasphemous Daemon; it would be a disgrace!

However, just as the destructive blood axe was about to touch Alvin's head and cleave him in two—"Alvin seemed to awaken from a dream. His body, suspended in mid-air, neither dodged nor blocked, but instead flew forward with speed and precision that surpassed the rules of physics.

Facing the descending giant axe and the swirling, roaring teeth of billions of souls, he lightly threw a punch.

The punch was very slow.

It appeared powerless, yet this slow, clearly tracing punch contained an unyielding will.

At that moment when gold and blood intertwined and merged.

The world seemed to be shrouded in a gray curtain, stripping away color and sound, light and perception, and even time itself seemed to stand still.

Then came something indescribable, as if the entire world had been torn apart, completely silencing the deafening roar!

This earth-shattering roar should have unleashed terrifying destructive power, destroying the Blood Palace, which had been reduced to ruins, or even triggering phenomena such as landslides and tsunamis!

But the truth is, nothing happened.

Alvin's fist, burning with golden flames, easily stopped the "Soul Ripper," as billions of souls tore and gnawed at it.

High-speed rotating toothed blades that bite and gnaw.

The screams of billions of tormented souls were forcibly suppressed by a greater, more majestic, and more unquestionable force.

The high-speed rotating saw teeth, as if colliding with the hardest stellar core in the universe, emitted a teeth-grinding, twisting friction sound, and the rampant torrent of energy was completely extinguished by the golden flames!

The most essential and pure power easily crushed Angron's all-out attack.

Then, amidst the rage and shock of the Daemon Primarch, "Alvin" floated in, his hand, burning with golden flames, landing on his chest.

The next moment.

A blinding golden light, like a tsunami erupting!

The Daemon Primarch's massive form was completely engulfed by the erupting golden flames!