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A place you won't want to leave once you've arrived.
They couldn't leave even if they wanted to—in order to ensure that the secrets of the fallen angels were not revealed, the exact structure of the innermost facilities of the Stone Fortress had always been known only to the successive Supreme Masters.
Under the countless walls built by the dark angels to keep the secret, and the interlocking protection of the inner ring as complex as a crystal labyrinth, Vashtor's initial ambition to obtain the treasure was completely exhausted by this intricate inner ring.
Where is this?
Where the hell am I?
Why do I feel like I've walked through here before?
Where the hell is this?!
"Please follow me. The Supreme Grand Master is facing that demon—Lord Sun Lord. Please do not stray too far from the path I have set for you; that is not the entrance."
Fortunately, Kasgar had the help of a mysterious hooded dark angel, which enabled his squad to quickly find Vashtor and Azrael, who were locked in fierce combat.
Even the flames of Casca were blocked from detecting this mysterious creature by an invisible force.
—Perhaps the Dark Angels possess some wondrous artifacts to isolate them; they do indeed have such an ability for this most mysterious of all the founding groups.
"Leave that guy to me! Azrael, you go outside and continue commanding the battle!"
Just as the mysterious hooded man darted around countless strange turns, Kasgar finally spotted the Grand Master locked in a fierce battle in a secluded corner.
The next moment, before even Casca had a chance to notice, the mysterious hooded man who had guided him here vanished from the spot as if he had never been there at all.
......
At the same time, outside...
Fanatical cultists, bearing strong characteristics of treacherous corruption, continue to assault the Stone Fortress. In the eyes of these people, who are used as cannon fodder by Chaos, they are fighting against evil fallen angels under the glory of the Great Emperor—these traitors from the First Legion must be purified by them.
We would give our lives for it!
Then, with the same fervor, they were completely reduced to wreckage on the battlefield by the Dark Angel Fortress's meticulous defenses.
Even in death, they cannot realize the truth of the matter.
But perhaps this is also a form of kindness to them.
This charge, intended to deplete the enemy's fighting strength, did not last long.
Chaos also realized that continuing like this would only cause the power of Vashtor, which had rushed into the Stone Fortress, to be completely wasted.
They urgently need to find a breakthrough from the outside, instead of just wasting time with the other side.
呲!
As a burst of psionic lightning swept across the dark angel controlling the fortress turret, instantly annihilating everything in its path, the most familiar and formidable enemy to the dark angels reappeared in the center of the battlefield within the ranks of the Chaos Alliance.
Primarch, Magnus.
"Give up, your resistance is futile."
His voice seemed to possess a certain magic, capable of greatly encouraging believers bewitched by chaos, and also unconsciously instilling despair in the hearts of the dark angels.
No. Now is not the time.
“Magnus, my brother, it’s been a long time.”
This time, what greeted him head-on was not Kaska, but a gleaming power scythe that stopped just a nanometer from his forehead, unable to advance any further due to his psychic power.
"Motalian—I never imagined that even after your legions consciously rebelled against our hypocritical father, you would still choose to become his lackey."
Magnus's tone was filled with disappointment.
"Further words are useless; let's prepare for battle."
The usually silent Mortalian didn't argue much; he simply raised his giant scythe and engaged Magnus in battle the next moment.
"Hey, brother, I'm here too—long time no see."
As for the Primarch who appeared on the battlefield while the two of them were locked in fierce combat, it was naturally the Word Bearer, Loka, who revealed his true form. Now, after being ascended to demonic status by the power of chaos, he had grown demonic horns on his forehead, and his face, which was originally very similar to the Emperor himself, had become a demonic appearance.
For him, the unhindered dark angels at this moment were his killing field.
He now leads his Word Bearers guard, wielding a massive bone hammer made of Eribal—a treasure he cherishes whether in loyalty or in rebellion, crafted from the purest chaotic evil.
No one can stop the path of a Primarch, nor can anyone stop the destruction of Loka.
"Wait a minute."
Just as he was enjoying his killing spree, an oblivious dark angel blocked his path.
"Luojia, I will be your opponent."
His voice seemed to carry spiritual power, directly reaching Luo Jia's ears.
The one standing in front of Luo Jia, blocking her way, was just a fool wearing a heavy hood and pure black power armor—there are mysterious hooded figures like this everywhere in Dark Angels, so it's not surprising at all.
As for what he was holding at the moment, it was nothing more than an ordinary black warhammer, and you couldn't tell what kind of weapon it was from its appearance.
"You dare challenge me?!"
Luo Jia was so angry that he laughed instead.
His lackeys, those of his pseudo-emperor father, are truly laughable.
Even if he could only use his life to temporarily hold off the enemy—no matter how much he cried out and begged his false emperor, he would not show him any mercy. How pathetic and weak he was.
Alright! Then let him have his way and witness how he dies under Luo Jia's giant hammer!
......
The battle has reached a stalemate.
Although the battle situation is not yet clear, the current situation still favors the Chaos side.
Kasgar needs to deal with the threat of Vashtor, Mortalian is clashing with Magnus, and Fugrim needs to command the Void Naval Wars, which are already at a disadvantage in space.
During this time, Luo Jia could lead his Word Bearers to wreak havoc on everything on the Stone Fortress. In terms of both total troop strength and local projection, the Chaos faction had the upper hand.
As for humanity's last hope, Llane Eljonsson... to the High Master Azrael, the Primarch had simply left through the bushes as usual a week ago.
He never returned.
Logically speaking, even the most formidable enemy couldn't possibly stop a powerful lion, let alone the now more composed and intelligent Ryan—he shouldn't have remained silent after receiving the emergency signal from within the Dark Angels.
But what they didn't know was that, under the influence of Tzeentch's power, Ryan couldn't make it back.
He was derailed.
Or rather, the timing of Ryan's arrival at the Stone Fortress using his bush illusion was altered by Tzeentch's power.
Tzeentch delayed it by nine hours.
In other words, if we just hold on for another nine hours—
Then another nine hours awaited Ryan—although he considered it just an easy hunting trip, it would be nine hours before he was able to return to the Stone Fortress.
Nine hours forever.
.......
Snapped!
The moment Luo Jia made contact with the mysterious hooded man, one of the figures was sent flying backward.
It was as if a Titan had rammed into them at full speed; they flew out of the fortress like cannonballs and blasted straight out of the city.
It's laughable that he would challenge someone with the strength of an ordinary Space Marine—
and many more!
Why is it Luo Jia who fell to the ground again?!
"you!!!"
"Who are you--!"
Luo Jia's demonic eyes widened in disbelief—he simply couldn't believe the true identity of the being who was his adversary.
Just after the collision, a small section of the mechanical arm's cable was exposed on the mysterious hooded man's right hand, which was slightly damaged by the force of the impact.
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Caliban, blown up.
No one knows who used what forbidden weapon to blow the entire planet into pieces, but—it's gone, it's gone.
A warp storm swept across the entire world, and a large number of dark angels were swept away by the storm to other dimensions.
A rift erupted within the Dark Angels, with both sides accusing the other of being a traitor who had abandoned their faith. As for the Dark Angels who survived the attack that killed the Primarch, the question remains: did they follow Lionheart or Lex Luthor's native faction? And who were ultimately branded as Fallen Angels and hunted worldwide—were they on Lionheart's side or Lex Luthor's native faction...?
These things are now lost to history.
However, from then on, whether during the Legion era or after being split into warbands connected by inner rings, whenever any clues about the appearance of fallen angels appeared in intelligence, the Dark Angels and their sub-bands would rush to the battlefield at an unimaginable speed and destroy all evidence.
Even some beings who were also caught up in the subspace and transported to other locations in spacetime, but were not fallen angels.
"Fallen Angel!"
"What! A fallen angel!!!"
"Let's go! Capture the fallen angel!"
Phyllis, the Iron Hand.
After the battle on Istvan III, she was completely deprived of Slaanesh corruption under the influence of the Casgar flames.
During her unconscious state after the battle, she was teleported away from the battlefield by Conrad Kurtz, a passing Batman, using his psychic powers, and even her time was moved hundreds of years into the future.
However, she could not appear directly in the human empire after her reawakening.
As the instigator and mastermind of the Great Rebellion, Phyllis naturally understood that she could no longer appear before other humans in her current identity, and she herself felt ashamed to face the Primarchs and the Emperor because of her actions. Under these circumstances, she chose to conceal her true identity with a hood and power armor with all markings scraped off.
Then, she resolved to grant peace to her offspring whose souls had been devoured by the god of chaos, in order to atone for her sins.
In order to avoid revealing her identity, she always appeared in front of people for a very short time, and it was very likely that no clues about her identity would be discovered.
This Batman-like act of punishing evil and eliminating harm did not initially receive much attention from others—this was all thanks to the psychic power she gradually acquired after the Battle of Istvan III, which seemed to allow her to move more freely through the warp.
However, as time went on, Phyllis found that whenever she reappeared, some strange guys would shout that they were fallen angels and charge at her.
Who?
What fallen angel?
Phyllis didn't know, nor did she want to say anything more to the other party. She simply parried the attacks and even the dark technology of the dark angels with ease, and then disappeared without a trace again.
Perhaps others will be brought to their breaking point by the Dark Angels' magical prank tools.
But who is she? She is Phyllis Marus, the Primarch of the Steel Hand!
In Philus's view, the Dark Angels' use of these ancient artifacts was far too primitive—she even pocketed some of the more useful ones.
However, since she could tell from his words that he was still loyal, Philus did not cause him any trouble. Each time she finished eliminating the chaotic power, she would leave gracefully, making the dark angels extremely anxious because they could not catch this "fallen angel".
After all, in whatever account you read, she was the one who betrayed them first.
Unbeknownst to her, this mysterious hooded figure had become the fallen angel that the dark angels had been searching for the longest, a legacy that continues to this day.
The moment when Ryan led a portion of the Angels of Forgiveness back.
In order to find this fallen angel, whom they could never locate, the dark angels described the man's appearance to the Primarch.
A tall, powerful warrior with a mechanical right arm, skilled in using relics from the dark age of technology, and capable of teleporting using psionic energy. He primarily appears during the battle against the Fallen Steel Hand...
"Fallen Angel——"
"What? Phyllis Manus, she's a fallen angel too?"
"Do you really think...this is a fallen angel?"
The next time they met, they were teleported through the bushes.
The two Primarchs exchanged a few pleasantries in secret.
Ryan harbored no ill will toward the Primarch who had regained consciousness after the Battle of Eastvan III and had been atoning for his past sins for nearly ten thousand years.
The problem is that her current identity makes it difficult for her to be seen as the chief traitor and return to the human empire ten thousand years later.
—If rebels can all repent and reform, what is the point of the countless loyalists who died for them?