Chapter 506

Until Lion El'Jonson crawled out of the forest, the Changeling felt he had taken a good job.

Because of Roboute Guilliman's return, the Changeling, who had been stuffed into Terra's political system by Tzeentch for who knows how many years, finally welcomed liberation, and after handing over the work, he was banished back to the Warp.

The Changeling is the manifestation of a part of Tzeentch's power, the incarnation of deceit and fraud, the instinctive manifestation of Tzeentch's random meddling in other matters; he can change and imitate other things at will, and no one can easily see through his disguise except Tzeentch, even other Dark Gods are often deceived by him.

He once personally cut off the Dark Prince's silver-white hair, then used the hair to make a net to steal a Nurgling from Nurgle's Garden, and then hid the Nurgling on the Blood God's throne... The moment the Blood God sat down was truly unforgettable for the Changeling.

The other three gods wished they could skin the Changeling and destroy him completely, but thanks to the protection of the Master of Change, the Changeling always managed to escape.

The Changeling just likes discord and chaos, hates and fears boredom, but he fears Tzeentch even more, just because Tzeentch knows his true face and uses it to control him.

So he had to endure the pain, being stuffed into the damn Terra political system by Tzeentch, working himself to death for the Empire for hundreds of years.

Now the Changeling didn't even have the strength to make trouble; he just wanted a stable, peaceful rest for a few days to treat the trauma left by those political affairs of Terra.

So when Tzeentch asked the Changeling to sneak into the Lion's heart-world and blind the Lion's wisdom, the Changeling was still very happy.

Because according to the trajectory of fate, the Lion still had some time before truly waking up; the Changeling only needed to slack off and fish during this time, and could even sneak out to find some fun if he had nothing to do.

But such days lasted for only a short while before the Lion suddenly woke up, crawled out of the forest, and was only one step away from emerging.

At that time, the Changeling was pretending to be a Slaaneshi Greater Daemon, deceiving a rebellious planetary governor into exchanging his daughter's soul for a "powerful artifact" to defend against the Blood Angels besieging his palace... Oh, that so-called "powerful artifact" was actually a player that would play Horus's speech video in the eyes of all Blood Angels on the entire planet.

After perceiving the Lion's awakening, the Changeling didn't even see the governor being torn to pieces by the angry Blood Angels before he had to hurriedly rush back, starting to block the Lion according to the script written before.

"You are definitely not Russ!"

"Russ was very happy when he beat me, he would laugh!"

Lion swung his fists resentfully, hitting the face of the fake Russ before him one punch after another.

The Changeling was miserable; how would he know that Russ would laugh when beating Lion, and Lion seemed to care quite a bit about this point.

Aren't these two enemies? How come listening to Lion's tone, he seemed to have a pretty good relationship with Russ?

In Lion's view, he and Russ indeed had immense differences, but these differences were not unsolvable; in his heart, Russ was a reliable brother, second only to Sanguinius, far better than Guilliman.

The Russ before Lion's eyes suddenly flickered, and a sharp, giant claw blocked Lion's fist.

The pearl-white power armor shone brightly before Lion, and the face under that bald head made Lion hate it, especially the smile revealed at the corner of his mouth, revealing an affinity that Lion did not have.

It was precisely by relying on this affinity that he bewitched his father and many of his brothers.

"What necessity do you have to return? Lion."

Horus asked:

"We all know who is the true First Son and Warmaster."

"The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang never placed you in a position to enjoy honor."

"I have no intention of fighting for power, but the facts have already proven that I am more suitable for that position than you." Lion dismissed it with disdain, dodging Horus's claws and smashing a fist into Horus's face.

The hypocritical phantom changed again, and that twisted, dull head filled with steel cables appeared before Lion.

"Do you not crave the position of Warmaster?" Perturabo said coldly: "Then why did you gift me two general cannons? Do you know how many loyalists I killed on Isstvan V with the general cannons? Do you know whose weapons were used to destroy the walls of Terra?"

At the beginning of the rebellion, Lion failed to see the truth, mistakenly believing that Perturabo was still loyal, and gifted the two general cannons.

"I never cared about you, Perturabo." Lion mocked: "I am very happy that it was you who rebelled, and not Dorn."

Lion kicked Perturabo in the chest, one hand strangling the steel cables on Perturabo's head, forcefully pulling them out.

"Then where were you?" Perturabo turned into Dorn, his stone-like face staring at Lion El'Jonson: "When the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang needed you, where were you?"

"When the Siege of Terra happened, where were you? When the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang died, where were you?"

Dorn's words made Lion's movements slow for a very brief moment, and then a fist smashed into the Lion's face.

The Lion was indeed shaken; he had questioned himself: if he hadn't gone to destroy the traitors' home world, attracting the traitors' firepower for Sanguinius and the Blood Angels, but instead traveled with them, moving forward without hesitation, killing his way back to Terra, could he have saved the Empire?

Could he have saved the lives of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Sanguinius?

Just at the moment of Lion's hesitation, a more powerful fist suddenly smashed into his face.

He saw a muscular, crimson arm; Ma Genusi was shirtless, revealing well-trained muscles, looking down at Lion from top to bottom.

Lion laughed angrily: "What a clumsy disguise! Ma Genusi's fist is not this powerful."

The Changeling, who had turned into Ma Genusi, hesitated for a moment; he really wanted to explain that Ma Genusi was like this now, but Lion's fist had already arrived before him.

The Changeling fled in a hurry; he really couldn't beat Lion if he fought him.

Lion watched Ma Genusi flee into the shadows of the forest, quickly catching up relying on hunting instincts.

Then just at this moment, a large blue foot stretched out from behind a giant tree, tripping Lion, making Lion's face collide with the sticky ground.

"Guilliman." Lion didn't need to raise his head to know who tripped him.

Guilliman stood by his side, gently pulling the power armor at his collar, revealing the wound underneath.

"You once said why it was Sanguinius who died and not me; you finally got your wish." He said sorrowfully.

"Oh." Lion tried to act as if he didn't care.

"Then what about me?" In the blink of an eye, Guilliman's face turned into that soft, worried, beautiful face, and he looked down at Lion with drooping eyes: "Do you not care about my death either?"

Looking at Sanguinius's face, anger surged in Lion's heart; he stood up almost instantly, chasing after him.

The Changeling quickly fled into the shadows of the dense forest.

That's it, that's it.

Teasing the stupid lion is truly pleasing to see.

The Changeling giggled.

He had been trapped in damn Terra for so many years, handling so many boring political affairs, almost losing the ability to find fun.

Provoking the Lion made him regain that kind of fun, especially since the Lion was very close to the Watchers in the Dark.

The Watchers in the Dark are enemies.

The Changeling twisted his body, becoming hazy and unclear.

Let him see what he should turn into next?

Who is the Primarch that left the biggest psychological shadow on Lion?

In the shadows of the forest, the Changeling giggled:

"Oh! It turns out to be Konrad Curze."

"Are you looking for me?" A cold voice suddenly echoed from behind the Changeling.

The Changeling trembled all over, slowly turning his head in fear, only to see a pale face buried under wet black hair, with pure black eyes and no eyelids.

Slash!!!

Lightning claws pierced through the Changeling's chest; he screamed and suddenly dissipated into the shadows. The Lion followed his hunting instinct through the shadows, seeing the figure waiting for him in the forest.

Seeing that pale ghost, Lion's body moved first, and then disdain and disgust were revealed in his aged face: "Monster Curze."

That damn thing had actually turned into Konrad Curze.

"At least I know who should die in my legion." The Night Haunter said coldly.

"All of them, all of them should die." Lion responded through gritted teeth.

"Totally agree." Curze laughed: "Brother, why do you call me a monster? Because I brought fear to those planets?"

"Those planets submitted in my name, without resistance, without war, countless people survived because of this; isn't this justice?"

"And you? You burned everything, slaughtered the earth, you are a hero, and I am a monster? Just because I let more people live?"

"I am not a hero." Lion's gaze was cold: "I just followed the expectations of our Father; I followed his instructions, moving forward without hesitation, because I knew he could save humanity, unify the galaxy, protect the weak, and everything I did was necessary."

"You don't understand anything, Lion." Curze raised his head coldly, those pitch-black eyes that could see the future overlapping with Lion's eyes.

Ten thousand years, the Codex Astartes, the disappearance and death of loyal brothers, the Ecclesiarchy, the High Lords, the God-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, Abaddon the Despoiler, the Tyranids...

Everything surged into Lion's eyes in the blink of an eye; what a sorrowful world it was, ignorant, decaying, the weak oppressed, the strong wantonly humiliated, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang revered as a god, his children slaughtering his children...

"Lies." Lion said through gritted teeth, but in his heart, he understood that what Curze showed him was the truth. Lion cursed Guilliman a hundred times in his heart; why did this idiot have to kill Fulgrim himself?! Didn't he understand his value, didn't he understand that he should have lived?!

"This is the truth, and it has already happened." Curze said coldly: "You don't understand."

"It is you who don't understand, Konrad." Lion said through gritted teeth: "You never understood the reason why Father shaped us."

"We are powerful, we are unparalleled, and mortals are weak and short-sighted; we need to lend our strength to mortals, need to use our strength to open a path for mortals, until mortals grow up and no longer need us."

"We are responsible, Konrad; we do not exist because the future is beautiful; we exist precisely because the future is full of darkness; we cannot become slaves to fate and the future; we are the pioneers of the future."

"Father has not failed yet, humanity has not failed yet; I am still alive, I will still protect mortals, and I will never fall until they no longer need me."

Lion roared, charging toward Konrad Curze.

Curze did not dodge, just laughed coldly: "I hope you can do as you say, Lion."

"You don't understand how terrible a task I am currently bearing."

Then the shadows dissipated, Konrad Curze disappeared, only the bright light burned, the forest leaves rippled, exposing the sky to the Lion's eyes.

The Lion saw a sun, a pitch-black, cold sun.

"The First."

"Lord of the Dark Angels."

"Ouroboros."

"Protector of the Second Empire."

"Guilliman's small group."

"King of the Forest."

"Sharp Blade."

"Selfish."

"Jealous."

"Vicious."

"Secret."

"Respectable."

"Brave."

"Dutiful."

"Not the Warmaster."

Thousands of voices echoed in Lion's ears; Lion felt dizzy, feeling his head was about to be torn apart.

But he recognized this feeling, feeling a pair of withered hands touching his mind.

That was the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, his Father touching him.

Lion instinctively stretched out his hand, but his hands touched something.

His right hand held a power sword.

The blade was magnificent, the disruption field crackled, bursting with light, the hilt was carved with the First Legion's emblem, and the size perfectly fit Lion's palm.

The sword was named "Loyalty"; Lion knew the sword's name the moment he held it.

His left hand held a kite shield; the shield was as scorching as a flame, burning Lion's palm, carved with a lion wearing a laurel wreath.

Lion felt the power that once protected the entire Terra Imperial Palace; this was the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Shield, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's scorching psychic power was engraved within it, not inferior to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword that Guilliman once obtained.

The Lion suddenly raised his head, looking at the pitch-black sun in the sky; the sunlight made his eyes ache, and tears flowed down.

In the pitch-black sun, the Lion vaguely saw that figure, that golden figure...

But He was dying, sitting withered on the throne, turned into a decaying corpse.

Lion El'Jonson let out a sorrowful wail; white light appeared before his eyes, moving further and further away from that sun, as if falling.

"Father!!!"

Lion instinctively shouted.

"Lion! I am here! Father is here! Dad is here!"

"My Lion! My Lion! You finally woke up!"

Lu Se was in tears, uncontrollably rushing toward Lion El'Jonson.

Lion opened his eyes in confusion, seeing Lu Se's twisted, mad face at first glance, seeing the four indescribable things entwined behind Lu Se.

"Guilliman's stinky shit!" Lion roared, instinctively raising his left hand.

Boom!!!

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Shield smashed fiercely onto Lu Se's face, making a crisp sound.

(This chapter is four thousand words and my head hurts a bit, the next one will be a bit late)

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