In the end, Lion El'Jonson could only use the simplest method to comfort these warriors who had wandered for so long.
They would fight at his side, and every one of them would receive the honor of serving as elite bodyguards.
Yet it was clear that Zabriel had little interest in the reward. He merely inspected his boltgun with his hands, doing his best to avoid meeting Lion El'Jonson's gaze.
Lion El'Jonson stared at Zabriel for a long while before stiffly turning away. Zabriel's coldness angered him, but he also felt a measure of understanding and sympathy for Zabriel's current state.
The two emotions clashed violently, and Lion El'Jonson's mind nearly shut down. He could only find another way to vent, so he gave a low command with his back to the Dark Angels.
"Azmodai, you will accompany Cypher for the time being."
"What?! You want me to fight alongside a filthy, evil Fallen Angel?!" Azmodai, who had narrowly escaped with his life from Lion El'Jonson's hands, resisted fiercely. The black rosary he treasured had vanished—the token symbolizing his success in making Fallen Angels repent.
As for where that black rosary had gone, one naturally had to ask Lion El'Jonson.
After waking from unconsciousness, Azmodai had not changed in the slightest. Still consumed by indignation and fury, he continued to condemn Lion El'Jonson as the greatest of the Fallen Angels.
Those words left Chapter Master Azrael living in terror all day, afraid that Lion El'Jonson's disappointed gaze would fall upon him the next second.
In the end, it was Lion El'Jonson who silenced Azmodai. Standing before him, Lion El'Jonson kicked Azmodai to the ground like a bully, snatched away the black rosary he cherished, and crushed it beneath his foot.
When the rosary shattered, Azmodai became exceptionally ferocious. His mind,