If My Combat Power Is 6,000, Then His Is at Least 10,000!

He, Lion Johnson, has fought for hundreds of years, and he has always judged things solely on the strength of the fighting force.

Might makes right.

The Imperium of Man with the largest fist is undoubtedly the Emperor, who will firmly hold the top spot.

What about the second largest?

Originally, there was some controversy surrounding this position, but now it seems unlikely that there will be any controversy.

and...

The scene in the Warp flashed through his mind.

That blue-gold figure, that terrifying power to crush the Peacock Demon's head with a single hand, that swift and decisive cleaving of the howling demon's chest with a hand chop.

If I wasn't mistaken when I was in the Warp... Guilliman's current combat power might be a bit too high.

He began to silently estimate in his mind:

My fighting strength, Lion's, if we consider it to be six thousand...

That Guilliman, the minimum guarantee is 10,000.

His eye twitched slightly.

In all my centuries of fighting, this is the first time I've ever seen someone sculpt Greater Daemon with their bare hands—and damn well, sculpt two of them in one go!

And it's even floating in the Warp, seemingly grounded in reality!

How can you feel like you're walking on solid ground in Warp?!

Are you even the same species as me?!

Having considered all of this, Lion made a decision instantly.

Robert must have had his reasons for doing this, right?

He repeatedly confirmed it in his mind.

Yes, he must have had his reasons.

That must be it.

His smile grew even more gentle.

Even if we were to establish Second Imperium and support him as... uh, as Warmaster? As Lord Regent?

Regardless of why I support them, I will absolutely not rebel!

Loyalty! Loyalty! Loyalty!

He silently repeated it three times in his mind to ensure that his stance was firm enough.

Belial looked at his father's increasingly kind smile, and his mind became more and more confused.

He didn't understand why his father's attitude had changed so quickly.

But he knew that his father at this moment was even more... well, even more terrifying than the raging lion he had just seen.

Because beneath that smile, there was clearly a glint of "I'm plotting something, but I'll never tell you."

The corridor remained silent.

Only the faint, distant sounds of explosions reminded everyone that the invasion of Chaos was not over yet.

Lion looked up and gazed in the direction of the flashing red light.

"Let's go," he said, his voice regaining the composure and majesty of a lion. "Let's deal with those bastards first."

Then..."

He paused.

"Then, we'll go to Terra."

"Go see my brother."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

That smile held expectation, curiosity, and also a tiny bit of... guilt.

Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone that last point.

The Secret of the Dark Angels +1

The moment Lion Johnson stepped out of the fortress, he froze.

What appeared before him was not the battlefield he had envisioned, nor the familiar metal corridors of the Rock, but a dense jungle.

Ancient trees stand tall, their intertwined branches obscuring the sky, with only dappled sunlight filtering through the gaps.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, soft and silent underfoot.

The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and a certain ancient fragrance, as if it came from the depths of time.

That air...

Lion took a deep breath.

For a fleeting moment, his pupils contracted slightly.

That's the taste of Caliban.

It was the unique aura of his home planet that he could feel with every breath he took when he was hunting in the jungle during his childhood.

In an instant, Lion's body reacted faster than his mind.

His muscles tensed slightly, his steps became lighter, and his gaze began to scan every inch of the surrounding space, the trembling of every leaf, and every change in the wind direction.

The hunting instinct was awakened.

Although his body was still weak, and his strength was far from recovered.

But that instinct, etched deep in their genes, belongs to the Caliban Lion.

At this moment, it was like a wild beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly raising its head!

Belial stepped forward and bowed respectfully beside him:

"How are we going to get out of here, Father? The brothers have been searching for a long time, but we've found that this forest seems to stretch on and on. Or rather... we simply can't find our way around it."

He paused, a hint of confusion in his voice:

"But there's a voice that keeps guiding us. It's just that we... can't understand it."

Lion did not turn around.

His gaze remained fixed on the depths of that dark forest.

What did he say to you?

Belial's body trembled slightly.

He closed his eyes, as if recalling that voice.

Then he spoke, mimicking that chilling and authoritative tone, a voice that seemed to come from ancient times, from a place far beyond memory:

"Let's go hunting."

Those four words, spoken by Belial, seemed amplified by some force, pouring straight into Lion's mind!

"Buzz--!"

Lion's body jolted violently!

An indescribable shock pierced his consciousness as if it were a tangible force, as if something deep within his mind had been awakened!

His knees bent involuntarily, and he knelt on one knee!

pain.

It wasn't physical pain, but a deeper, more intense pain, like the soul being torn apart and then reassembled!

His hands were on the ground, his fingers digging deep into the soil, veins bulging on his forehead, and a suppressed growl came from deep in his throat!

Memories are surging.

No, it's not just memory—it's something richer and deeper than memory.

That is an essence imprinted deep within the soul, transcending time.

In the endless Warp, a patch of green began to appear faintly.

It was a forest.

That's Caliban.

That was his domain, the domain of the god of the hunt.

But this green appeared far too early.

It should have waited hundreds of years, slowly gestating in endless darkness, before revealing itself at the right time.

But at this moment, it appeared ahead of schedule—because something was eager to reunite with its brother.

Because of that existence, the world has undergone countless changes.

Deep within the Warp, a cunning consciousness emitted a wave of pleasure:

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Tzeentch's voice echoed through the labyrinth of Destiny. "Such a rare sight indeed! The threads of Destiny have been so roughly plucked... Interesting! Absolutely fascinating!"

Lion couldn't hear Tzeentch's Whisper.

All he could see was that patch of green.

That was his hunting grounds.

Or more accurately, it was a secluded path leading to the hunting grounds.

The path was faintly visible, like a reflection in water or a candle flame in the wind.

Lion stared intently at it, trying to discern its direction, trying to step onto its starting point.

But it's too illusory, too distant, as if it exists in another dimension.