The Daemon Prince, huh? Wash your neck and wait for me to come cut you down!

In the end, they would have to face this "Daemon Prince" head-on.

Chaos had made its intentions clear. Even if they blew the entire Hive City to rubble, its forces wouldn't come out—not even a step. They'd just fight street by street!

What?

You wanted to level the streets, too?

Setting aside whether that was even possible, even if Alvin spared no expense and bombarded the place without pause, he still couldn't completely erase this Hive City, controlled by the forces of Chaos. What was more, the light from the "Great Tower" was growing stronger and stronger. It was practically Chaos warning the Dark Angels—and Alvin—that if they didn't come in soon, it would turn Dragon Forest Star into a second "Cursed Scar"!

Could they destroy the "Great Tower" from a distance?

That was even less possible. Alvin had already tried several times. Each time the bombardment was about to hit the "Great Tower," the power of the Warp twisted it aside and sucked it into a spatial rift.

Unless they entered the tower's defenses and destroyed it with an overload, there was no other way.

That was the fundamental reason why, in the Warhammer Universe, both Chaos and the Imperium often favored boarding actions. With the "Void Shield" as a cheat, both sides could only resort to close-quarters combat.

"It's our turn to make an entrance."

Alvin slowly exhaled. Golden light surged in the depths of his eyes as he said in a low voice, "Once I'm gone, command goes to the Supreme Grand Master."

"I'm going with you."

Azrael immediately stepped forward.

"No!" Alvin shook his head, rejecting the offer. "You're the Supreme Grand Master, and you have extensive battlefield experience. You have to stay here and coordinate the reinforcements to come. I'm not suited to commanding a