Helpless

"This is called Space Marines?!"

Lion stood in the vast universe, feeling utterly helpless.

I feel truly helpless.

It's not the helplessness of "I'm surrounded," nor the helplessness of "The enemy is too strong," but rather the helplessness of "What have I done with all these ten thousand years of my life?"

The scene before him completely overturned his understanding of the concept of "Space Marines".

Those Blood Angels--

They are flying.

No, it's not flying.

It's a raging storm.

It's a rampage.

What the hell did they use to cheat?!

The group of red figures, like countless bullets fired from a gun, darted wildly through the void with speeds and trajectories completely defying the laws of physics.

Their posture—if you can even call it posture—was completely devoid of any order, discipline, or the elegance and composure that Sanguinius had taught them.

Some of the Blood Angels spun at an astonishing speed, so fast that their Power Sword transformed into a continuous band of light as they spun, like a living chainsaw, carving a bottomless trench into the surface of the Ark of Omen.

The scene was like a runaway combine harvester crashing into a wheat field.

The wheat field is Ark of Omen, while the harvester is an angel.

Some of the Blood Angels simply stood still, swords in both hands, parrying and striking, repeatedly slashing at the Ark of Omen.

His movements were so fast that they couldn't be caught by the naked eye. All that could be seen was countless sword lights weaving into an impenetrable net in front of him. Wherever that net passed, the Ark of Omen's armor, capable of devouring stars, crumbled down piece by piece like tofu.

Some of the Blood Angels were even more ruthless, crashing headlong into the interior of the Ark of Omen. Then, a series of muffled, thunderous explosions came from the abdomen of that mobile hell, accompanied by the screams of countless Chaos Traitors and the roar of some massive structure collapsing.

A Chaos traitor finally managed to break through one of the hatches and attempted to fight back.

The next second, three Blood Angels appeared before him simultaneously.

Six eyes were staring at him.

There was no emotion in that gaze.

only--

"Kill!"

The Chaos traitor didn't even have time to raise his weapon before he was simultaneously sliced into pieces by three sword beams.

Lion's lips twitched slightly.

He turned his head and looked at the fifty Dark Angels behind him.

The fifty Dark Angels stared blankly at the distant battlefield, at the red figures wreaking havoc on the Ark of Omen, at those beings that completely overturned their understanding of the world.

Their expressions were exactly the same as those of their Gene-Father.

helpless.

confused.

Questioning the meaning of life.

"Father..."

The Deathwing Commander spoke with difficulty, his voice as dry as sandpaper:

"They... they are the Blood Angels?"

Lion remained silent for three seconds.

Then, he said quietly:

I'd like to know too.

On the battlefield, the roars of the Blood Angels rose and fell, their cries exploding in the communication channels, echoing in the void, and stirring up a storm of terror in the hearts of every Dark Angels.

"Inherit the secrets of Sanguinius and Robert Guilliman! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

"Charge!!"

"After this job, we'll go back and feast on spicy Sichuan-style Spicy Blood Curd with Sanguinius Meat Sauce!!"

Lion's eyelids twitched violently.

Spicy Blood Curd (a spicy Sichuan dish)

Sanguinius Meat Sauce?!

What the hell is that thing?!

Also, isn't there something wrong with your slogans? You are the Blood Angels, the offspring of Sanguinius, the angelic legion, so why is Guilliman's name mentioned in your slogans? And what's with that "secret technique"? What kind of manual did Guilliman give you? "How to make Space Marines fly and slash through space"?

Before he could even react, something even more outrageous happened.

The fighting stance of those Blood Angels escalated once again.

Some of the angels actually began to spin like tops, but this time it wasn't an ordinary spin—they were moving at high speeds as they spun, like streaks of red tornadoes sweeping across the surface of the Ark of Omen.

Wherever it passed, the armor, weapons, and defense systems of the Ark of Omen were all swept into the spinning sword light and then turned to dust.

Some angels went even further, performing all sorts of unbelievable maneuvers in the air—360-degree somersaults followed by spins and slashes, backflips into Thomas Flair followed by thrusts, and even two angels completing a perfect double-team in mid-air, one acting as a springboard and the other using the momentum to launch themselves, instantly piercing through three layers of armor plates.

Lion's mouth was agape.

He suddenly remembered a question—

Where is the Chaos traitor?

The Ark of Omen is a creation of the Dark Mechanicum, and it should be teeming with Chaos Space Marines, Cultists, and mechanical slaves. They should fight to the death, they should retaliate fiercely, they should...

No.

There was no resistance.

Because those Chaos traitors are being slaughtered right now.

It was a real massacre.

A Chaos Space Marines had just peeked out from a firing position and hadn't even had time to take aim when three Blood Angels descended from the sky.

The three Power Sword fell simultaneously, and the Chaos Space Marines didn't even have time to scream before he was chopped into mincemeat.

A group of Cultists attempted to flank the enemy, but as soon as they rounded a corner, they ran headlong into five Blood Angels who were "resting"—if "resting" meant they were chatting while impaling their Power Sword on the corpses beside them.

The leader of the Cultists paused for a second.

Then he turned and ran.

I ran three steps.

A red figure swept past him, and before he could even see what it was, he felt his vision begin to spin—his head was flying through the air.

"Too weak! Too weak!"

The Blood Angels grumbled in dissatisfaction:

"This guy's supposed to be Space Marines? Our Imperialis Militia over there are better than them!"

Another Blood Angels echoed:

"Exactly! The mortals I saw with the Ultramarines last time, wielding entrenching tools, could fight Chaos Traitors head-on! These guys aren't even good enough to warm us up!"

Lion's eyelids started twitching again.

The Imperialis Militia of the Ultramarines?

Fighting a Chaos traitor with Chaos tool?

That's a human?!

What kind of hellish world do you live in?!