【Bal】

The former grandeur of the church was blown open, and the sunlight peeked through the shattered ceiling and sprinkled on the statue of the angel with a calm face, and cracks broke from above.

The archangel shook his wings, and he stood in the light, his sword on the ground with both hands, and he closed his eyes slightly and fell asleep.

His Blood Guards stood beside him, their blood armor gleaming and ready for battle.

There are countless wars going on this planet, large and small, but they have been controlled by the Blood Angels in the deserts that do not involve important areas.

And now...... After eight weeks of bloody battles, the angel needed a little rest.

He just needs to ...... Sleep standing for three minutes.

The archangel's wings were long gone, and instead of the ornamental chains, there were dried bloodstains, some of which were knotted and twisted into a lump in the blood.

The sleeping archangel frowned slightly, which made him even less angry and arrogant.

At the first minute and eight seconds, the silence of the church was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps.

It was the commander of the Holy Blood Guard, Azcaron, a subordinate of St. Giles, the complete opposite of Amit the Flesh Ripper.

Just as Azcaron was about to arrive at the archangel's location, the first minute and thirteen seconds of the archangel's sleep, the archangel opened his eyes tiredly.

[Say it,]

St. Giles said,

[I saw something in my dream—I think that's what you're here for.] 】

In a treacherous dream, he foresaw the approach of his allies.

Please, the archangel prayed deeply, deeply,

The Emperor of the Gods, it's Horus, it's the son of Horus, please.

If it is Horus, then they will re-light the light of human civilization in Baal.

Horus has command of all armies, billions of worlds to be cast, and, more importantly, he is a close friend of St. Giles.

St. Giles had sent a distress signal to the position of the Son of Horus countless times, and he had waited countless times for Horus's arrival.

O God-Emperor...... St. Giles sighed inwardly and said, "Please it must be Horus."

Even...... Fugen can too.

Archangel's blood-red eyes stared at Azcaron, waiting for his words.

Azcaron bowed briefly,

"In the name of the God Emperor, in the name of the Archangel, my father, according to the reconnaissance of the automatic scanning array, Mandeville Point, a number of fleets suddenly appeared."

The archangel stared at him gently,

[Which legion?] 】

[My lord, it's the First Legion and the Eighth Legion.] 】

For a moment, Azcaron seemed to see the shattering beneath the angel's smiling face, but it was an illusion, and the archangel still smiled gently at his heir.

A feather fell from his calmly folded wing, and the Archangel had moulted more frequently since the torch had been extinguished.

Conrad Coz and Leon Johnson......

St. Giles smiled and thought, let's shoot the cannon directly at them.

He had rather come to Motarian.

After a brief breakdown, the archangel began to move, and he hoped to ...... At least...... Maybe...... He should have had more faith in his brothers.

However, the scene he saw after this cruelly told him that it was delusional.

The Archangel will deeply appreciate what it means to be "suffering is endless."

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【Garbage!! 】

[Maniac!!! 】

The lion roared and kicked Koz, who was trying to grab him, gasping for breath as there was not much air left in the chamber.

Everything just now seemed to happen in an instant, a huge explosion, and then the ship disintegrated, and Koz was completely insane! He's fucking blown up a Glory Queen!

Without Geller's position, the tides of subspace snapped at them with impunity from the cracks in the cabin.

A large hole was blown out of the exit of the promenade,

The gravity system was completely out of control, and with the chaotic air pressure system, people floated, and then they were swept to the ground under the violent air current, and were sucked away by the big hole.

The whole world stood up.

The lion clung to a ventilation duct embedded in the wall, and his other hand clung to Conrad Coetzes - he must never let the damned traitor go again.

Conrad Coze screamed madly, his all-black eyes even began to turn white, Leon was very glad that Coze didn't wear armor, otherwise Coz, who was wearing a power claw, would definitely scratch the lion's arm.

A low, earning whisper rang in his ears, something he had seen for a lion in the forests of Caliban.

He roared angrily, trying to get the mad Kozian a little bit.

Coetze's tears were dragged by the air currents and fell towards the place where Fogen had last appeared, and the Lord of the Night seemed desperate to leave with him.

The phoenix will be fine, Leon thought, the ship of the Emperor's Son is over there, and besides, Fugen is the original body.

If the original body dies so easily, then it is not the original body.

Finally, after what seemed like a moment, and what seemed like a long time, Subspace spat them out in disgust.

On the debris of the ship they were on, the gravity system suddenly started working again, and with a bang, the two primordials smashed to the ground.

After this battle, Leon's armor was almost completely struck, and he was now reduced to the same level as Coetze, except for a sword in his hand.

The lion roared in rage, something like it had never happened in his pre-planned plan - it was supposed to be a hand-to-hand gang fight, not the prey blowing itself up.

It even fell into a subspace rift!

After Fogan's disappearance, Coates went completely insane, giving up everything and recklessly trying to attack Leon, whose severed arm was already covered in frost.

The Lord of Caliban met him, and they beat each other in the haphazard cabin, Leon was sure that two of his teeth had been knocked out by Coetzes,

To be correct, the gravity system is not working, in fact, the Nightfall's gravity system is the same as its owner, a madman, and the gravity increases and decreases in the half-cut cabin.

This adds a lot of spectacle to the asymmetrical free fight between the two primitives.

They floated in the air for a moment, twisting and sliding, trying to punch the opposite, and because there was no support, the lion had to grab Coz with one hand and slam him in the face with the other.

They clung to the ground for a moment, gravity crushing them to the ground, overwhelmed by the air ducts and lamps over their heads, pulled down by gravity, and then smashed by their heads.

While they were fighting at the same time, the cabin's air circulation system and temperature control system were completely broken, the air was getting thinner and thinner, and the temperature was lowering all the time.

Eventually, Leon, who was clinging to the ceiling by the reverse gravity, spat sideways, and the broken teeth and blood were painted into a thin puddle on the ceiling by gravity.

The long period of high-intensity fighting, the difficult environment, the subspace tour, and the injuries made these two primordials on the verge of the limit at the moment.

In the gravity that rattled the entire chamber, the lion struggled to his feet, and he climbed toward Koz's side - the Lord of the Night looked faint, but chances were he wasn't, and it was just his disguise.

He climbed, a trail of blood creeping out on the ceiling.

Coetzes gurgled and was almost there—

Leon heard something, like footsteps, like something slapping.

He turned his head and saw a pair of golden helmets and boots, standing on the edge of the big hole, half feet in the void like a bird.

With a dark face, St. Giles stepped into the cabin step by step, the sound of his footsteps unusually heavy due to the sheer force of gravity.

With each step, feathers fell from his wings, like a stone falling to the ground.

As if he couldn't take it anymore, the angel tilted his head, and he raised the spear in his hand and poked it towards a bulkhead in the cabin—

Bang!

Along with the gravity that was completely destroyed by the archangel and disappeared, Leon and Coz, who suddenly burst up and rushed towards each other.

[Stop me!!! 】

The archangel burst into a shout, he was empty, his outstretched hand was slightly withdrawn, and a golden spear that was about to penetrate the bulkhead appeared between Leon and Coz, just past the two who were about to scuffle together.

The archangel took a deep breath as he saw Coates and Leon turn their heads towards him, and after a brief glance, the two of them rushed towards each other again.

They even seemed to want to snatch the spear that the angel had just thrown.

The angel had a dark face, his expressionless face was like a real god of war, the wings behind him spread, and the angel slowly drew his sword.

Now a battle is needed.

Archangel thought.

All right!

(End of chapter)