Perturabo tapped and knocked at things while Lin Fan walked over to a large tree and examined it closely. The bark was dark in color, making its details hard to discern. It felt rough and hard, like a dead, dried trunk pulled straight from the desert.
"Those trees are very sturdy," Perturabo warned, raising an arm to fire several shots at the trunk. Bolt shell fragments fell away, but the trunk did not budge, not even showing a dent. "But they shouldn't be a problem for you."
Lin Fan touched the trunk, then gave it a hard squeeze. He tore off a piece of bark that Perturabo had been unable to damage, and at the same time, Lion El'Jonson, watching from within the canopy, felt a piercing, bone-scraping pain.
Damn it!
Lion El'Jonson cursed inwardly, even more astonished that Drach'nyen's power had reached such a terrifying degree. Even after unleashing his Warp essence, he had found it difficult to contend with it.
He made his decision at once, dismissing the fog-shrouded forest and standing before Lin Fan and Perturabo in his own body.
The mist dispersed, and the forest receded. The surroundings became a battlefield familiar to Perturabo, while those who had survived within the forest were scattered all over the area.
Lion El'Jonson stood before the two of them and discarded his battered shield and broken sword.
"For The Emperor, I must destroy you."
"We're doing this for The Emperor too. Stop throwing a tantrum, Lion. Come over here, and I'll definitely make you Warmaster."
Lion El'Jonson gave a cold laugh at Lin Fan's persuasion, taking it as nothing more than the mad ravings of a daemon sword.
He raised an emblem above his head, and the ancient Calibanite Creed transformed into a pillar of light that shot into