You Can Always Trust the Regent-Except in a Duel!

Some people appeared to be dead but were actually still alive, while others appeared to be alive but were already dead. As for Angron Alvin, all one could say was that the man belonged to the cockroach species.

How many times had it been now?

Alvin had lost count of how many times he had encountered Angron in this blasted place.

He had originally thought that the tactics he and the Lion King had devised before he left would at least force Angron back into the Warp, even if they could not severely injure him.

But who could have expected that, damn it, the moment he returned, he would run into that jinx, Angron, again?!

Alvin was not too worried about the Lion King. After all, the old man possessed a divine weapon personally bestowed by the Emperor. Even if he could not defeat Angron, he would not suffer any serious mishap.

But Guilliman... that was another matter.

He was genuinely afraid that when Guilliman dueled Angron, the "stretcher bearers" would end up carrying him away.

Last time, it had taken a Stasis Field, the Eldar, and the miraculous Cawl to barely haul Guilliman out of the ICU. What about this time?

How about reconsidering this?

There was nothing wrong with not taking him on alone!

Alvin hurried over and grabbed Guilliman's eager hand. His eyelids twitched violently. "Please think this through, Lord Regent!!!"

"..."

The few traces of battle intent Guilliman had finally worked up were immediately shattered by this interruption. He turned and stared at Alvin, rather speechless. His helmet obscured his expression, but the irritation in his tone was unmistakable. "What's with that expression? You think I'm no match for him?!"

Don't you know that yourself?

That was indeed what Alvin thought, but Guilliman was still a