10,000 years ago, the Caliban collapsed and the Dark Angels changed dramatically.

In that turbulent period, the Lord of the First Legion, the Warlord of the Second Empire, and the Lion of the Empire...... Ryan El Johnson fought to the death against his god-blessed adoptive father in an attempt to quell the Caliban's unrest, and was mortally wounded and finally slept deep in the depths of the boulder.

For 10,000 years, no Dark Angel knew that the Father of Their Genes was in fact among the Monoliths, only the Dark Watchers wandered in the deepest hidden chambers of the Monastery of the Monastery, watching the sleeping Lion King.

Until today, 10,000 years later, the demon prince Vogrim came to the door, and the sleeping lion woke up.

When the hazy consciousness came back from the chaos, Ryan opened his eyes and saw a blinding darkness. After a few moments, the darkness dissipated, and a dim light came into view.

"I ...... Where is this? ”

Ryan opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound, only felt a dry pain in his throat. Ten thousand years of slumber have not dispelled the old wounds of chaos, and he should not wake up in this era.

It is now the 015th year of the 40th millennium, and there are still 2000 years to go before the Indomitable Era.

Ryan groaned in pain, his broad palm resting on his forehead, and a sharp pain in his mind. The only benefit of this pain was that he was able to clear his eyes and see where he was.

The lion king's body is not an inch, his majestic body is not to mention power armor, and he does not even have the most basic clothes, and there are deep war scars on his chest.

He sat slumped in a small, dark and cramped room, the hard stone floor humming beneath him, and the deep darkness around him exuded a biting chill. A short, thin figure stood in front of the lion king with a dim lantern, and in the darkness at the edge where the light could not shine, there were several figures who knew each other.

“Watchers?” Ryan asked with difficulty, enduring the sharp pain in his throat.

Where's my Warframe? Where did my sword go? My battle isn't over yet......

There were many things he wanted to ask, but in the end he only asked one.

"Where are we?"

"Tower of Angels." The Dark Watch replied, "Your old wounds are not healed, but we have to wake you up early. Cheer up, our lion, the bloodline of the First Legion is being slaughtered by demons. ”

“…… Is that so? That's it, that's it...... The empire needs me, I must, keep fighting. I had no choice but to keep fighting. Keep fighting. Ryan's chaotic eyes gradually cleared and firm, and he struggled to get up with both hands against the wall, his aging body twitching slightly in the process, and he almost fell.

Outside the room, there was a long, irritated roar.

"Ryan! Ryan! Where did you hide? When did the former male lion become a kitten in hiding? How long are you going to hide? ”

"Fogham!" Ryan's heart was shocked, and his hands holding on to the wall suddenly lost his strength, and he almost fell to the ground.

The four Dark Watchers lifted the Lion King's sturdy but old body with all hands and feet, panicking. Forgrim obtained the location of Ryan's sleeping place by torturing their companions, forcing the rest of the watchers to urgently move the sleeping lion king here to hide and wake up early.

Immediately after, there was a burst of laughter outside: "You can hide, Ryan!" Hide like a mouse in a dark corner, shivering until I kill all your offspring! Cowardly Ryan, cowardly Ryan! When did you become like this? Hahahaha......"

The laughter faded away.

"My body ......" Ryan clenched his fist slightly, and a feeling of inadequacy spread from his palm to his body.

Not only is Luthor's old wounds still unhealed, but his body itself is old and weak, and he no longer has the domineering nature of his youth.

How can I confront my fallen brother and what will I use to protect my offspring from the slaughter of demons?

"Use this." A hoarse voice sounded directly from Ryan's heart, telepathy from the Dark Warden.

This small, secluded room was one of the many vaults in the Monastery of the Great Stone, and the space where the Lion King had just sat down was actually very small.

Ryan turned his head and saw the Dark Warden with the lantern floating to the center of the room. The dim light slowly illuminates a three-meter-tall steel giant in front of Ryan.

It is a Seiko armor with a dark gold color all over it, and a platinum greatsword about 1.8 meters long stands on its side, and the optical focus array unfolded behind it forms a pair of gorgeous and scorching armed wings, and the perfect curves of the human body and the hard mechanical edges and corners together build an indescribable engineering aesthetic.

Zero-Element Armament Baptist.

Ryan observed for a moment, a little puzzled: "This is an ideal set of warframes, but the armed wings behind it occupy the position that should be the power pack. So, where is the energy core of this armor placed? ”

"The energy core of the Baptist mech is the wearer itself." The Dark Warden replied, "This armor is a combination of profane alien technology and dark technology, and its armor skeleton is made of spirit bones, thanks to the wearer's psionic power to drive the whole body. ”

Ryan was silent, wearing such a set of armor was a big hurdle for the unspeakable lion king. Fortunately, he immediately overcame this hurdle.

He didn't ask where the Baptist mecha came from, and he didn't hesitate too much, from his physical condition, the Lion King already felt that he seemed to have slept for a long, long time. The world has changed dramatically.

"My only question is, will I have enough psionic power to power this armor?" Ryan struggled to put on his armor with the help of the Dark Watch and asked, "I'm not a psionic genius like Magnus. ”

"Each primordial has its own subspace essence, and it is more than enough to know oneself, liberate oneself, and use the power of the primordial body to drive a set of psionic machinery." The Dark Warden muttered as he locked the breastplate for the Lion King, and knelt down on one knee to hand the 1.8-meter-long platinum greatsword into his hand.

"Believe in yourselves, our lion, and you will return as mighty as a prairie fire."

The voice of the Dark Warden fell, and a sharp roar pierced the cold darkness of the small room, and the greatsword in Ryan's hand buzzed up, and the golden flames burned with the psionic disintegration force field that covered the sword.

One by one, the Dark Watchers leapt from the Baptist's mech, submerging their emaciated figures into the shadows.

Ryan took a deep breath in his helmet and strode out of the vault door.

"I am the wrath of the angels."

"I am a slave to hatred."

"I am the emperor's eldest son."

"I am—the Flame of the Plain."

The angular eyes of the baptist suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, Ryan's legs squatted slightly, and the strong will of the original body was transmitted to the whole body through the spirit bones, and the armor that was originally worn a little crowded instantly became extremely suitable, as if it was tailor-made.

The next moment, his body burst out like a cannonball.

"Vogrim ——!!"

The lion king's roar resounded throughout the Great Stone Fortress.

At the same time, in the Far Eastern Star Domain, above Falla, Gray Wind had just completed a new round of production planning, and the Gray Wind was a little free, and the Gray Gu Mothership was lazily moored over Falla.

A humanoid structure in the shape of a girl strolled through the cabin with long silver hair, comfortably humming a song that Russell had hummed before, thinking about something in multiple threads.

"~ The lake is always clear there, and the air is full of tranquility."

"The snow-white moon shines on the earth, hiding your deepest secret~"

Gray Wind's steps were light, and the soft body of the nanobot sometimes bounced and sometimes collapsed into sand, and her consciousness slowly swept through the cabins inside the gray Gu mothership, checking what was kept inside.

“…… Space Necrons' Moving Wormholes, Phased Weapons, Blackstone Samples, Eldar's Psionic Files, Soul Stones, Golden Relic Weapons...... Before I knew it, it turned out that I had already gotten so much. ”

Gray Wind counted with his fingers as he walked, and in the years he had come to the Far East Star Field, Russell had obtained a large number of precious technological creations from various races from a series of events.

Fallas under the Bullet Star does not have the extreme xenophobia of the Human Empire, and the Order of Truth does not reject Xenomorph technology. It is foreseeable that once important technologies such as blackstone and soul stone are successfully reverse-cracked and mastered, they will definitely bring great help to Russell's career.

But they didn't have that time, the size of the Truth Order was seriously insufficient compared to the size of the Far Eastern Star Field, and many of them wore multiple hats. Even with the overall management of the powerful artificial intelligence anti-entropy and the assistance of the gray wind, the monks still have to 007 every day, and they have no time to engage in academic research.

As a result, the items had barely touched since they were obtained, and had been stored by Russell in Grey Wind's hull to eat ashes, which she would count whenever she had time.

It's just an inventory, and there's no time to study it.

"Well, this cabin? …… Oh, there's 'Baptist' type mobile armor in it, but the marshal only wore it once and refused to wear it. Grey Wind muttered to himself, a little lost.

Russell's evaluation of the Baptizer's armor after trying it on was chicken ribs, the protective performance of the Zero Armor and the Baptist's own firepower didn't mean anything to him as a humanoid Burning Divine Soldier, and the heavy mass would drag down the action. It's just cool to look at.

"Maybe I should change the design of the armor in the direction of lightweighting?"

Grey Wind thought so and opened the hatch, only to find it empty.

"Huh?"

"What about the Baptist?"

Graywind's foreground thinking process was stunned, and the background process was still humming softly:

“…… Maybe I shouldn't have asked? Let your calm heart ripple again, just love your heart beyond the boundaries, I want to have all of you......"

Gray Wind, who is thinking about survival along the timeline, doesn't know that Russell once relied on the Temple of the Ring to be in tune with the Time Worm and then read the file.

Naturally, he didn't expect that the Baptizer-type mobile armor that Russell evaluated as chicken ribs was wearing on the body of the lion king Ryan at the moment, supporting him in the desperate struggle with his brother.

In the megalithic fortress, there is an ambiguous purple mist.

Fogham, who entered the boulder alone, was no longer alone at this time. Along the way, countless mortals and a large number of dark angels who were tortured to death by him were treated as living sacrifices to Slaanesh, and in the midst of painful groans and miserable wails, the demon of Slaanesh tore open the curtain and came to reality.

With a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, Deathwing Grand Mentor Valhalt leads his Dark Angels to shoot at the demons that suddenly appear, this is the Boulder Fortress, the home of the Dark Angels, and their logistical supplies are endless.

Each of the Dark Angels was in high spirits at this time, and the armor on the shoulders of the guns in their hands brought an unbelievable weight, and their battles had never been more glorious than today.

In the central hall of the megalithic fortress, under the towering angel statue, a lion in gold armor and a large serpent with four arms locked tightly to each other.

Reality in the monastery drifts away, and Slaanesh demons with horns, hooves, and oxtails emerge from the mist, screaming, roaring, and flying down on the lion king Ryan in the armor of the Baptist.

The remaining dark angels in the boulder were ignited with a will to die, and they chanted the name of the Lion King, and they took the guy and stepped forward to fight all the demons in front of him, swearing to the death not to let any demon enter the hall, interfering with the battle between the Father of Genes and the Demon Prince.

In the hall, Fogham's snake tail curled up like a spring and slammed his body forward, and his four arms held four identical magic swords, stabbing at the "Baptist" in front of him from all four directions.

However, Ryan did not retreat, he slammed the giant sword in his hand, and the wide blade shook two of Fogham's four arms together, and then the armed wings behind the Baptist mecha unfolded at the same time, and the blazing laser shot out from the focusing array, and another magic sword flew away.

"Provoke—" Ryan roared under his breath and slammed forward, slamming the last sword in Fogham's hand with the angel wings inlaid with the adamantite gold on his helmet.

The four swords were taken out at the same time, but this does not mean that Vogrim's offensive has been defused!

As Ryan's nerves relaxed slightly, a snake tail covered with poison swept over like a long whip!

"Ryan!" Fogham screamed, "Who gave you the confidence to beat me in swordsmanship?!" ”

Ryan was silent, and at the critical moment, he actually let go of the platinum greatsword in his hand, and instead stretched out his hands forward, and actually hugged the whiptail swept by Fogham with his bare hands!

"Can you fight back in this situation? Fuck it, Ryan! Forgrim's expression was highly excited, and the whip-like snake tail struggled violently, and the magic sword that returned to his hand swung even more violently.

It's been too long since I've had such a hearty battle, and it's been too long since I've experienced the threat of real death, and I've fought with my brother again after 10,000 years. Vogrim has been brought to a climax by the Lion King's formidable combat power!

"Mess with ——!"

Ryan completely ignored the sword in Forgrim's hand and exerted force in his hand. The Baptist's Adamantite Fingers shattered the scales and dug directly into the flesh of the snake's tail, and he clung to Forgrim's tail, and then- flicked it hard.

With a loud bang, Foggrim's body slammed into the hard floor of the boulder hall like a meteor hammer.

Without giving the other party the slightest respite, Ryan stabilized the plate, clenched his hands, and waved violently.

Boom –

Boom –

Boom –

Lane's tenacious will gives full play to the brute force of the Baptist Mecha, and he uses Fogham's body as a plumb hammer, smashing it again and again, and the power is so great that it shakes the heavens and the earth.

"Ryan!!" Fogrem was furious.

However, the hatred and anger that burned in Lane's heart only intensified than that of his brother.

(End of chapter)