Being thrown away hard, Azrael felt pain burning through his body, as if a molten needle had penetrated his bone marrow.
The Supreme Master wanted to stand up, but found that he could not move. His limbs were fixed to the ground, trapped by a huge invisible weight.
Patches of hoarfrost covered his armor, breathing out the stench of sulfur as they cracked and reformed, choking the air around him.
But he also saw the attacker clearly.
"......wizard!"
Garmo Zejie pulled off his robe, revealing his severely mutated body, and waved his hand towards Azrael with a smile.
"It's a pity that we can't kill Soshyan, but it seems good if we can kill the guardian of truth... Ah, I forgot to tell you that your think tank director is talking to my good friend, a wise Master Qianzi is pestering you, and he shouldn’t be able to save you now.”
Azrael gritted his teeth, but his limbs seemed to be tied to the ground, and the surrounding dark angels were trapped in a tight siege, making it difficult to rescue him for a while.
Just as Kranon walked towards Azrael with a smile and brandished his axe, a dense hail of bullets suddenly shot from behind and above him, knocking the leader of the Crimson Slaughter staggering.
"who!"
Feeling a sharp pain behind him, Kranon instinctively rolled on the spot to avoid the bullets.
And Garmo Zejie also raised his head.
"You hidden rat! Get out!"
A bolt of lightning flashed through his hand, but was cut off in mid-air by a long sword wrapped in thick cloth.
"Ah, it's you again!"
Garmo Zejie screamed, and saw a towering figure falling in the darkness, wearing the same black flame-patterned armor, but this one was more gorgeous than the two he had seen before. The helmet was a golden one with green eyes. A male lion, with the shoulders on both sides carved into the shape of a lion's claws.
Most of his body was covered by a light green cloak, and a long sword was visible to the naked eye behind him.
As soon as he landed, the mysterious man raised his hands. He saw a unique-shaped pistol in each hand and shot wildly at Garmo Zejie.
"Damn it!"
Garmo Zejie turned to hide, and used his psychic powers to grab two nearby Chaos Space Marines to use as his human shields.
Bullets struck the howling heretics, causing them to explode.
Azrael on the side also regained control of his body and stood up from the ground, but his eyes were no longer looking at Kranon, but staring at the figure of the mysterious man.
"It can't be wrong...it can't be wrong! It must be him! It's him!"
"heresy!"
Suddenly, a familiar roar sounded not far away. Azrael turned his head and saw a familiar figure.
Belial is back!
And it's not just Deathwing. Behind the tall figure of the Terminator, there are also a lot of towering shadows.
It was a row of respirators and peaked helmets that represented death.
The Krieg regiment also joined the battle.
It turned out that after being unable to contact the Dark Angels, Soshyan immediately judged that the Black Legion had probably mobilized the main force to attack this isolated battle group, so he immediately mobilized all the surrounding imperial armed forces, and the closest one was the Krieg regiment.
They rushed to the battlefield at an incredible speed and forced a breakthrough before the Black Legion could encircle the front line. They merged with the Crow Wings on the outer front line and entered the core area of Attica.
Although the Kriegs paid a huge price in the process, their joining completely ruined the Black Legion's plan to besiege the Dark Angels.
But what really made the Black Legion retreat was another reason.
"What?"
Garmo Zejie, who was helping Kranon fight against the mysterious man, suddenly received two bad news from the communicator.
"The rift has been closed by the Gray Knights? They have entered the underground temple? The Warmaster's team has also been stopped? Who is it? I don't know?"
When he realized that the war situation was taking a turn for the worse, he made a very decisive choice.
"Kranon, it's time to withdraw. Won't the Warmaster's reinforcements come?"
Kranon dodged two shots from the mysterious man with difficulty, and then quickly asked his men to resist. He paused after hearing Garmo Zejie's words, and without asking any more questions, he immediately greeted:
"withdraw!"
When the Chaos side began to retreat, Azriel was completely in no mood to chase the other side. His attention was now entirely on the mysterious man.
"Don't run!!"
After a few moves with Kranon, the man also chose to escape in one direction. The Supreme Master of the Dark Angel chased the other person's figure all the way to an unfamiliar area.
"Traitor! I know it's you!"
He was still ranting as he ascended the stairs before he found himself in the Governor's private chapel.
It's relatively well preserved here, but it's pitch black.
"What are you looking for?"
Suddenly, a man's voice sounded in the darkness. He spoke very slowly, like a man shrouded in sadness.
Azrael tightened his grip on his sword, his armor scarred, dented and torn from recent conflict.
But he ignored his physical condition, roared angrily, quickened his pace, and his heartbeat rose rapidly in his chest. This was a mixture of excitement and violent calls that made his muscles congested and blood vessels burning.
"I thought you should at least know how to end the previous conflict before starting a conflict."
Not far away, a tall figure stood and spoke, almost invisible in the darkness, the haze clinging to him like a second skin.
"Don't make it worse with your hypocritical words."
Azrael's voice was like the roar of an arena beast, pacing the last few steps.
"I am your senior, Azrael, and I have told you before to watch your tone."
"And I told you before, Cypher."
Azrael moved and approached the figure.
"I will deal with you traitors the way I choose."
He whispered in a voice that sounded like sand scraping against flesh.
"As long as I'm alive, you can't escape justice."
The man raised his head, his face shaped into a lion's face as cold and calm as the tomb.
"Who should be judged? Who should bear the responsibility? This is not something you can decide."
He took a step towards Azrael, the green lion's eyes on his helmet staring deeply at the Space Marine who was slightly shorter than him.
"Never forget that you are alive because of my actions."
Azrael gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to plunge his sword into the other man's chest.
"Azrael, you think you're different from us, and for all this darkness..."
The mysterious man made a gesture.
"I admire all the performances you use to hide your true nature, but you are still a Dark Angel, and no one in our common blood can escape this guilt, not even you. If I am guilty, then you also have."
Azriel gritted his teeth.
"I am the Emperor's loyal warrior—"
"No!"
The man suddenly roared like a lion and approached Azrael at the speed of a blink of an eye like a piercing blade.
