"This is getting interesting." At some point, Perturabo had taken out his recording device. Trazyn was doing the same. The two Subjective Ones who loved a good spectacle exchanged looks, their differently constructed organic and electronic eyes somehow displaying the exact same emotion.
After Azmodai branded Lion El'Jonson a damned Fallen Angel, the atmosphere in the hall froze. The Primarchs who knew Lion El'Jonson's temper began praying for Azmodai, hoping he would not be torn into eight pieces by the enraged Lion El'Jonson.
Clang!
A gap was forcibly torn open in the chains binding Lion El'Jonson. His arm shot out through it, and his palm slammed into Azmodai's face behind Azrael.
The shove struck like a battering ram. Azmodai's heavy power-armored body flew away as lightly as a sheet of paper. The interrogation crozius fell to the floor, along with the black rosary beads that proved he had made two Fallen Angels repent, rolling across the ground.
Seeing that Azmodai's helmet had not shattered, Perturabo could not help sighing to himself. Sigh... Lion El'Jonson still held back.
Azmodai lay motionless on the floor, clearly unconscious. Lion El'Jonson gave him a complicated glance, then looked at Azrael, whose entire body was taut as if he wanted to kill himself to escape. Then Lion El'Jonson turned to face the crowd without saying a word.
Lin Fan watched with sweat pouring down his forehead. He knew Azmodai was a little unhinged, but who could have expected that priest to dare get in Lion El'Jonson's face?
"Then that's that. We'll make preparations and head to the center of the Milky Way to drag that bastard Tzeentch back."
Lin Fan rose, ready to end the meeting. But at that moment, a woman's voice abruptly rang out in the hall.
The Silent King, Trazyn, and the