Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 82 Black Lion (8/20)

Of all the legends of the Empire, none is more enigmatic than the Cursed Legion.

For those who know how to seek the truth, countless irrefutable pieces of evidence prove the existence of these ghostly warriors, who are said to suddenly appear during the most desperate battles.

At this moment, all the warriors of Nuseria will witness this mysterious being arrive here amidst flames.

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One by one, towering Astartes appeared, materializing from the flames, clad in black power armor emblazoned with bone and flame patterns. Ghostly flames coiled around the soles of their boots and shoulder armor.

They are the embodiment of shadow and fire, neither entirely of the material universe nor entirely of the warp! Conventional weapons can penetrate their semi-solid bodies without any effect, and even the scorching bombardment of volcanic cannons cannot stop their advance!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Astartes of the Cursed Legion unleashed incendiary ammunition from their blasters! They needed no reloading, no rest; they were the Emperor's wrath! Enough to burn through adamantite and terracotta, their inextinguishable soul fire igniting flesh and armor!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thousands of cursed warriors emerge from the flames, tirelessly burning away humanity's enemies!

The flames began to appear like tornadoes, and at this moment, the Cursed Legion had a core master, because Lancelot had already soared into the sky like a fire phoenix!

Eternally burning wings carry me away from the depravity of the mortal world!

"Never give up!"

Lancelot roared in the battle of the skies, and then streaked across the sky like a shooting star!

Lancelot flapped his wings and crashed into the arena! All those fighting in Nutheria finally saw the direction Lancelot was flying in!

"Never give up!"

"Never give up!"

War cries erupted from any ruin!

Amidst the expectations of countless people, Lancelot wielded his angelic wings and began to rapidly approach the site of the Primarchs' clash, plunging headlong into the storm of warp magic with blazing flames, crashing into the arena!

Before that.

In the red sand arena.

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"Look up at me, my sister. Look at how pathetic you are now, and how clumsy the trap you set for me is."

Enveloped in blue runes, with blue feathers sprouting from its helmet, the blue-winged black lion, Tzeentch's demonic primal, Leon looked mockingly at Anglona, ​​who barely managed to stand in the center of the arena with the Emperor's Sword.

Angelona did not answer.

Her throat had just been slashed by the lion sword of her fallen brother. Normally, her body would heal very quickly, but her brother's sword was different.

In this world, Leon learned the full story of the dead hope from the dark gods. He had been bewitched since childhood.

The evil gods continuously send out messengers representing their power to harm the young Leon with their evil magic.

The Primarch, who grew up in this environment, was determined not to let humanity fall into that hopeless future, so Leon began to seek power from the Dark Gods.

Ultimately, after Istvan 5's rebellion, he killed Carlos, the chief archdeacon under Tzeentch's command, and used his Lion Sword to plunder all of the archdeacon's power! He completed his ascension to the archdeacon, and thus the Lion Sword could cut through the past and the future.

The Twelfth Legion is the best apothecary legion, and Anglona is the best doctor in the entire universe, but even so, her medical skills cannot prevent the wound from slowly festering.

Angelona could feel her healing abilities tug-of-war with that corrupting force, each second feeling like someone was repeatedly scraping the inside of her throat with a rusty wire.

So she remained silent, relying solely on the Emperor's Sword to stand up again, looking at her traitorous brothers before her, her crimson-gold eyes filled with tears.

"What's wrong? Is your pathetic capacity for empathy still allowing you to pity me? Look at the person next to me, this is the person you were meant to become! I already glimpsed the traces of fate from the Well of Eternity!"

The Blue-Winged Lion King gave a wicked laugh at the person before him.

Beside him was a red monster with blood-red wings that blotted out the sky, bloodthirsty and frenzied.

If Lancelot were here, he would surely recognize that the monster summoned by the Black Lion is extremely similar to Angron, the Lord of the Twelfth Legion of Ascended Demons in the main world!

"No one will come to save you. Why don't you understand that humanity's hope in this universe has been extinguished? Only in the embrace of the gods can we eternally enjoy everything this universe has to offer!"

"At that time, after humanity perishes, a new intelligent species will naturally emerge, and we will be able to freely feast on that eternal table, and carve up everything from the soul of that newborn race!"

Leon, the Blue-Winged Lion King, growled at Angelona in front of him.

He seemed confident of victory.

He received the help of the four gods for this attack on Nutheria.

By sacrificing fragments of the ever-changing Scepter of Sovereignty, the veil of reality in Nutheria was shaken.

He borrowed power from the Blood God and replicated the mirror image beast beside him, which was empowered by the Blood God.

The benevolent Lord Nurgle generously sponsored Leon, and even the most wounded and youngest Dark Pleasure Prince secretly negotiated a cooperation with Leon, preparing to intercept Anglona, ​​who was originally to be offered to the Blood God.

Thus, after the siege of Natara, the four gods reached a rare consensus once again on helping Leon. This time, however, he was not facing the Lord of Man, but rather his own frail sister!

At this moment, Angelona still looked at the being before her with pity, and then displayed the sword technique she had honed in countless duels.

"Utterly foolish."

Leon, the Blue-Winged Lion King, coldly shook his head, then ordered the Khorne demons beside him, who were already extremely hungry, to attack his sister.

He did not attack simultaneously; he and the Khorne demon beside him never faced their sister together.

Whether out of disdain or fear, it was a dirty war of attrition, with one person finishing and then another taking over, like two executioners taking turns wielding whips.

Every time Angelona retaliates with her superb swordsmanship, giving her a moment to catch her breath, another person emerges from the shadows, bringing new wounds and new mockery.

Just like now, as this Khorne demon modeled after Anglona was knocked away by Anglona, ​​Leon's sword path began to be cunning and insidious.

*Pfft*

Angelona barely managed to parry the attack, but was still cut by the blade, her armor ripped open at her collarbone, revealing a gruesome wound.

Leon held the Lion Sword horizontally in front of him, looking at the bloodstains on the tip of the sword and at Anglona in front of him.

"Oh, my poor Anglona, ​​but your legion will not come to your aid. Your brothers will not come to your aid. Your father—"

Black Lion paused deliberately, a stiff, cold smile curving his lips: "Our father... he's long dead. His dream of becoming a god in the Warp has long been shattered. He could only helplessly watch you die!"

"So submit to me, sister, kneel before me. This is the ninth time I've asked you this question. You will have no more chances. If you continue to be stubborn, I will have to take you into the arms of the Lord of Pleasure!"