Angron, Tough as Nails!

The arrival of the Blood Angels could not have come at a more opportune time!

A flash of insight crossed Alvin's mind. He immediately realized that the Blood Angels' arrival was like a heavyweight added to the scales,

successfully turning the Dark Angels, who had originally been the weakest of the three factions, into the key force controlling the course of the entire battle!

In other words, the positions of offense and defense had reversed!

Now, the ones who should be afraid and flee were not them, but these damned heretics and Xenos!

Avoid his edge?

What a joke. Before the reinforcements arrived, they had indeed needed to avoid Chaos's edge. But now that the Imperium's reinforcements had arrived, the ones who should be avoiding the edge were Chaos!

"Run my ass! Let's fight them!" Alvin hefted his blade, his face twisted with fury and ferocity as he stared straight at the rampaging Daemon Prince. "I'm right here! Get over here!"

What did it mean to "become arrogant after gaining power"?

Alvin's behavior before and after was a perfect illustration. Before the Blood Angels arrived, he had been timid and submissive; after they arrived, he immediately launched a powerful counterattack!

Daemon Prince Seragrim was so enraged by Alvin's aggressive attitude and his shameless arrogance that he actually laughed in fury.

He even began to wonder whether the great Blood God had made a mistake.

How could such a cowardly, craven bastard, utterly devoid of honor and possessing only mediocre martial strength, have earned the Blood God's attention?

Boom!

Blood Qi erupted like exploding magma.

A shield guard who had tried to block the Daemon Prince was sent flying dozens of meters, shield and all.

Seragrim planted his feet on the shattered ground, the dense, surging Blood Qi around him making