Chapter 690: Doom of Ma Lan'tai

The Lion... the Lion... how could he suddenly appear here, looking at Azrael so abruptly, with eyes full of anger and hatred?

He had actually thought in his heart that he might encounter the Lion on the battlefield, might not be able to hide his identity before the Lion, might face the Lion's anger head-on.

But such suddenness, and at such a time, really made Azrael difficult to react.

"Lion... how could it be like this?" Azrael couldn't help but ask. His voice was not loud, but he believed that the Lion, as a Primarch, must have heard it.

But the Lion's response was only a more angry roar.

"Azrael!" The Lion's roar reached Azrael's ears. Azrael only felt his soul shattering, as if his soul was about to be pulled out of his body and dragged toward the Lion.

This feeling was simply as if his Primarch was about to take back the extraordinary gene sequence he had bestowed upon him, and even his life and soul were about to be taken away together.

"Get down here! Azrael!!" The roar was even louder. Azrael instinctively wanted to take a step, leap from the fortress, go to his Primarch's side, and accept the Primarch's punishment.

But... but Azrael chose to follow his heart. He retreated a step silently.

This was not because he was scared, but because the situation before him was too strange, and the timing was not right. It was definitely not because he feared the Lion's anger.

But the Lion was still moving forward step by step, staring at Azrael with eyes full of anger. A strong sense of dragging constantly surged from Azrael's body, making Azrael's head more and more dizzy and unbearable...

BANG!!!

A Deathwatch Astartes beside Azrael tilted his body and fell heavily to the ground, his body twitching gently, like a frog undergoing electric shock.

It was not just this one Astartes. Beside Azrael, more and more Astartes fell down inexplicably, either twitching on the ground or falling from the high walls of the fortress, landing on the ground that had not yet cooled down.

They were like rice stalks infected with disease, the stalks fragile, falling to the ground as soon as the cold wind blew... How could this be?

The confusion and bewilderment in Azrael's heart grew deeper and deeper, but his thinking was like being silently gnawed by a group of small insects, becoming more and more chaotic, and the scene before his eyes began to become fragmented.

The scene before his eyes was cut into many pieces, as if he were looking at things with the compound eyes of an insect.

He saw a cave-dweller child, just like him in his childhood, crawling out of a cave and staring at him fixedly.

"Accept the Primarch's summons," the child said to him. "As a descendant, how can you refuse your father?"

He saw the first Fallen Angel he had killed with his own hands. The Fallen Angel's corpse stared at him with wide eyes.

"You judged me," the Fallen said. "Why don't you dare to accept judgment yourself?"

He also saw Ezekiel. That psychic stared at him with eyes that seemed to be able to see through his heart.

"You ran away once," Ezekiel said. "Do you want to run away again?"

"This is not running away; this is a strategic transfer!" Azrael said with almost no hesitation.

The Ezekiel before his eyes stalled, seemingly not understanding what Azrael was saying.

Then, Azrael turned his head and looked at the Fallen Angel who was staring at him fixedly.

"It's not that I don't judge, but a slow judgment, a judgment based on loyalty to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and humanity, a judgment that fits the actual situation."

The Fallen Angel tilted his head slightly, seemingly not understanding what Azrael was saying.

"Chogoris has a maxim: 'Accept the small stick, run from the big stick.' This is true filial piety! If I am beaten to death by the Lion now, wouldn't that be placing the Primarch in injustice?"

This was what Azrael had learned from a Deathwatch member who came from the White Scars. He felt that this sentence was very reasonable.

Among the Chapter Masters with great fame in the Imperium,

The Grey Knights' Supreme Grand Master Kaldor Draigo was the one with the strongest psychic power. Azrael had met that person once and knew his terror deeply.

The Space Wolves' Old Wolf Logan Grimnar was the one with the strongest martial arts. That head wolf of Fenris could even bite the Primarch Magnus with his scarlet axe blade.

The Blood Angels' commander Dante was the best at commanding. This point was even recognized by Roboute Guilliman, who even handed half the Imperium to him to manage and bestowed upon him the position of Regent.

The Ultramarines' Calgar possessed both powerful combat power and unparalleled command ability. On one hand, his powerful martial arts made countless enemies of the Imperium tremble, and on the other hand, his administrative ability was enough for him to govern the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.

And what about Azrael?

Azrael's martial arts were not outstanding, and his command was limited to the Unforgiven, but Azrael's specialty lay in the fact that he was clear-headed and flexible enough. For the sake of the Imperium, for the sake of humanity, and for the interests of the Chapter, Azrael could cast aside or pick up some concepts at any time, and sometimes even the concept of "loyalty" could be played with by Azrael.

Azrael could confidently say that if the actual situation required it, Azrael would even dare to send troops secretly to the Imperial Palace on Terra.

This kind of behavior, if discovered, would of course be called treason... but only if it was discovered would it be called treason.

Azrael's clarity and flexibility had not only protected the Unforgiven in the past years, but he had even secretly helped many other Chapters hide their little secrets.

Not to mention the Inquisition, in the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Eyes, the intelligence organization of the Custodes, some Custodes had discovered more than once the secret of the Fenrisian wolf-men, the historical data left by the Second Empire, the bloodlust and mutation of some Blood Angels successor chapters, and even the little secrets of the Dark Angels themselves... In the end, it was Azrael who quietly took care of these Custodes, ensuring that everyone's little secrets were not leaked, and also ensuring that the Imperium would not have gaps because of the exposure of these little secrets.

The current situation was the same. Azrael's clear intuition told him that he should not be captured without a fight, should not follow the Lion's judgment.

The Lion was roaring, the cave-dweller child was screaming, the Fallen Angel was staring at him with wide eyes, and Ezekiel was scolding him.

In the interweaving of these sounds, he even felt the fortress itself trembling and shaking.

No, this was not an illusion.

The wall of the fortress facing the Lion collapsed and disintegrated, bricks and stones flew up, breaking into powder in the air. Many Astartes were rolled into the sky by a formless force, and then their bodies trembled and fell heavily like souls lost, smashing onto the ground.

The Lion seemed to be wrapped in some kind of power, crushing everything around him like tentacles.

Completely unable to understand, Azrael was completely unable to understand what the Lion was doing.

This was their position against the Tyranid swarm, how could the Lion destroy the fortress?

Azrael was increasingly unable to understand what the Lion was doing.

The Lion walked toward Azrael, the pressure released from his body becoming more and more intense, like tentacles wrapping around Azrael, making it difficult for Azrael to move.

"Lion..." Azrael let out a wail. He felt that as Lion El'Jonson approached, his muscles and bones were buzzing.

His blood, bones, and even soul seemed to be being dragged out of his body bit by bit.

The Lion stopped in front of him. ===== CHAPTER 691 =====