In an instant, the entire Throne Room fell into an almost deathly silence.
Then a contemptuous laugh came from the Throne.
"So be it."
"Since you cannot prove your worth, you should know what awaits you."
"Kill them."
Although the situation was chaotic, the Adeptus Custodes reacted immediately. Those guarding the Throne attacked the Primarchs without hesitation.
But even these battle-hardened elite throne guards fell easily before the Primarchs. In an instant, the Custodians around them were killed, while those elsewhere rushed over.
Pale Angels emerged from the void, their eyes tightly closed as tears streamed freely down their faces.
They radiated a terrifying aura like that of an Untouchable, but its power far exceeded that of ordinary Untouchables. Even the Sisters of Silence were overwhelmed by it, and even Dorn, who stood farther away, felt profoundly uncomfortable.
Once the first Weeping Angel appeared, more followed, emerging from the void.
The moment they appeared, they flew over without hesitation to slaughter the Primarchs. Their mere approach made it feel as though the air had been sucked dry, draining all strength from their bodies.
Lion El'Jonson swung Loyalty and fought the Weeping Angel charging toward him. The instant their blades met, the angel's stone sword shattered along with its stone arm.
Lion El'Jonson followed through with a downward slash, smashing the Weeping Angel's entire body into scattered rubble.
But the nearly pulverized Weeping Angel recovered in the blink of an eye. Another stone sword appeared in its left hand, and it swung at Lion El'Jonson.
Lion El'Jonson had not expected this and hurriedly drew his sword back, but the stone blade still struck his left arm, cutting his skin through a gap in his armor.
Yet that shallow wound brought Lion El'Jonson immense agony. It felt as though his very soul