Bleeding from the seven orifices is one thing; dying is another!

One had to admit that Seragrim, the Daemon Prince, was incredibly patient. Even as the Chaos Legion outside the Hive City was split apart, surrounded, and wiped out by the Greenskin Orcs and the Dark Angels, he still refused to leave the Great Tower.

The Daemon Prince seemed determined to make Alvin walk straight into his trap.

But the question was, would Alvin play along?

Of course not!

Walk straight into his trap?

Dream on!

Soon, Alvin's eyes shifted as an idea came to him. He still wouldn't come out, huh? No problem. Alvin had plenty of ways to handle that!

Suddenly, the Dark Angels seemed to receive some kind of order and closed in on Alvin at incredible speed.

The Khorne Legion noticed the Dark Angels' strange movements. But on one hand, they were surrounded by rampaging Greenskin Orcs, and on the other, they couldn't figure out what the Dark Angels were up to.

But soon, they understood.

A flash of pine green appeared strangely across the battlefield. Vines, ancient trees, and damp soil materialized, as if in a hallucination that was devouring reality!

The Khorne Legion knew this sight all too well!

After all, the Dark Angels had appeared and disappeared countless times before, accompanied by forests that emerged just as strangely.

"Not good! They're trying to escape!!!"

The World Eaters' Archon shouted in alarm. "Quick, stop them! Don't let them get away!"

But his order couldn't be carried out.

The Greenskin Orcs, caught up in the battle, had completely lost their reason—or what little ability they had left to think. They paid no attention to the Dark Angels and charged at them relentlessly.

"Damn it, you're still chasing me? They're all about to get away!!!" the Archon roared at Bonegrinder, trying to get the Warboss's attention.

But