Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared into the shadows.

The Lion King stepped sideways into the darkness beneath his feet.

Almost simultaneously, the demonic sword swept past him from behind, tearing apart his afterimage, and the crimson sword wind overturned a half-destroyed Chaos Tank in the distance.

Just as Bellacor was about to give chase, the Lion King stepped out from the shadows on his right and slashed horizontally with his greatsword.

This sword sliced ​​through the waist and abdomen of the First Shadow.

Bellac roared, his wings suddenly unfurled, and a black storm exploded from behind him.

Dozens of shadowy spikes shot out from the ground, aiming straight for the lion king's joints, armpits, helmet, and knees.

The Lion King spun back, his greatsword slicing a semicircle, breaking off spikes one by one, but one still grazed his left shoulder, slicing off a piece of ancient shoulder armor.

Fragments of ceramic steel flew into the flames.

The Lion King approaches once again, braving the black storm.

Bellacoo's fighting rhythm was constantly changing.

Two figures crossed paths repeatedly in the ruins. The Lion King's greatsword tore through Bellaco's body time and time again, while Bellaco's demonic sword left more and more marks on the Lion King's armor.

The dark angel in the distance could only see the flames that kept exploding in the center of the ruins.

The greatsword and the demon sword collided, the shockwave sweeping across the ground, and Bellacord's shadow spread out, swallowing half of the ruins.

The next instant, the Lion King emerged from the shadows, his sword piercing the darkness and forcing the nascent shadow back.

This is the first real hunt since the Primarch's return.

Bellacoo began to realize something was wrong.

The lion king is getting faster and faster.

The moment Bellacord's phantom took shape, the sword's edge had already landed where the real Bellacord was. The angle of the demon sword had just changed when the Lion King's footsteps had already dodged the next killing blow.

Those shadow traps that were able to repel the Primarchs at the beginning of the battle can now only be met with a metallic clang.

Leon is getting used to him.

Like a hunter familiar with the prey's breathing, stride, and muscle changes before the kill.

The sarcasm in Bellacour's eyes vanished.

He spread his wings, his massive body rose from the ruins, and the demonic sword, wreathed in blood and fire, slashed downwards.

The moment the two swords clashed, the ground suddenly caved in, cracks exploded in all directions, and rubble within a hundred meters was pulverized.

Bellacor pressed down with force.

The lion king's foot sank into the ground.

Just as a sinister smile appeared on the demon's face, the Lion King suddenly lost his momentum and slid to the side. His greatsword grazed the demon's spine, sparks flying, and he swung it diagonally upwards from Bellacos's ribs.

Black blood was spilled.

Half of his chest was split open.

Bellac roared and flapped its wings, forcing the lion king back. Its wounds healed rapidly, but were noticeably a beat too slow.

The Lion King began to slow down the pace.

Instead of aiming for a single, decisive strike, they launched a series of attacks on Bellacord's newly healed wounds.

The sword sliced ​​through the wing roots, tore open the waist and abdomen, smashed towards the knee, and then sank into the shadows before the demon sword could counterattack, emerging from the other side.

Bellacos was forced to change tactics repeatedly, his roars growing deeper and deeper, the Four Blessings on his body lighting up time and time again, only to be pressed back down by the Lion King's greatsword each time.

In the 23rd minute, Bellacou finally showed a weakness.

He forcefully infused the power of Khorne, and the demon sword swept out a blood-red arc of light, severing the crumbling wall behind the Lion King and tearing open the Lion King's tattered cloak.

The Lion King stepped into the shadow beneath the sword light.

Bellacos's sweeping attack missed, and the Demon Sword briefly released its power.

A moment is enough.

The Lion King stepped out of the shadows behind him, sword in both hands, and the ancient greatsword pierced Bellacord's body from behind.

The sword pierced his chest, and black blood exploded from his front.

Bellacos's roar shattered the remaining glass and observation lenses around him, and hordes of demons in the distance knelt down. The communications in the Chaos Space Marine helmets instantly turned into shrill static.

The Lion King twisted the sword upwards.

Bellacoo's body had begun to disintegrate.

Black shadows surged from the wound, and the pull of the warp, like countless hands, was dragging the nascent shadow back into reality.

He looked down at the giant sword piercing his chest, then raised countless eyes to look at the Lion King.

A smile reappeared on that devilish face.

“Leon…”

"You are still the same as you were ten thousand years ago."

"You cannot kill the First Shadow."

"I will return to the warp and reform in the darkness."

"When I return, your empire may have rotted away, your descendants may have all perished, and I..."

He stared at the Lion King, his smile sinister.

"It will still return from the shadows..."

Just as Belarus was about to completely turn into shadow and retreat back into the warp, a voice fell from above.

"If you don't want to leave, then don't leave!"

The sky was darkened by the field of spiritual energy.

Lawson emerged from above the firelight and smoke, and an invisible force converged from the realm of reality, like countless nails driven into the soul of the nascent shadow, forcefully nailing those fleeing shadows back onto the battlefield.

Bellacoo's collapse has stopped.

The demon's half-real, half-illusory body hovered in the air, with the Lion King's greatsword still stuck in its chest. The surrounding shadows struggled wildly, but could not retreat back into the warp.

The newly born shadow revealed shock and anger for the first time.

"you……"

Lawson has already landed.

The five-meter-tall battle form tore through the dust and pressed down on Belaco with the force of falling from the sky.

The Angron Battle Axe magnified in his hand, the Hellbrass heated to a dark gold by the Imperial Fire, the axe blade resembling a falling sun.

Bellaco tried to struggle.

The Lion King's sword was pinned to his body.

Lawson's psychic powers locked away his essence.

Reality closed like an iron coffin at this moment.

The axe blade fell.

A dark golden blade slashed across the neck, and the head of the First Shadow flew off its body.

Bellaco's roar abruptly stopped.

But this time, he was unable to return to the subspace.

In the center of the ruins, the Lion King slowly drew his greatsword and snorted with dissatisfaction, "You really did hold back when we fought before."

Lawson laughed but didn't reply.

He flew into the air again, his psychic energy field expanding outwards.

At first, it was just a slight settling of dust on the ruins, as if an invisible wind had pressed down on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the rubble stopped rolling, the flames were suppressed, and the ash suspended in the air fell in patches. The sounds of the entire battlefield seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand and suddenly subsided.

A bloodhound that was roaring and charging suddenly staggered, its four paws digging deep marks in the ground, its back bending little by little under the pressure.

It tried to raise its head, but the next second, its head was shoved heavily into the mud, its fangs broke off, and black blood gushed from its nostrils and eye sockets.

Then, a whole swarm of demons seemed to be grabbed by the neck by the same force, their forward momentum abruptly halted, their knees slamming into rubble, their claws digging into the ground, and their wings pressed flat against their backs.

The chaotic monsters that were tearing at the Dark Angels' defenses were now struggling like drowning beasts, their bodies twisting and their bones cracking, unable to even stand up straight.

Further away, groups of cultists collapsed.

They were still roaring, still trying to get up, still digging their nails into the ground to move forward, but the immense pressure of psychic energy was like an invisible mountain pressing down on their backs, skulls, and souls.

The entire chaotic battlefront was bent under the weight.

One chaotic monster after another lost the right to stand under Lawson's psionic cover.

The leg joints of the demon engine emitted a piercing twisting sound, the ground trembled as the iron behemoth knelt, the tracks of the enchanted armored vehicle were crushed into gravel, and the muzzle of the cannon slowly drooped down, like a beast forced to bow its head.

Lawson stood in mid-air.

The spiritual energy field continued to expand outwards.

All the chaotic creatures covered by that force were as if sentenced to kneeling by reality itself.

The closer you get to Lawson, the more terrifying the pressure becomes.

The more subspace pollution it contains, the more severe the suppression it receives.

Those monsters that had grown by relying on the blessings of chaos now seemed to be carrying even heavier shackles; the more power the gods bestowed upon them, the more pathetically they knelt.

The unforgivables were stunned by what they saw.

A veteran Dark Angels soldier's Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked in a low voice over the channel.

"This is... the one who holds the seal?"

P.S.: 1.2 words updated today. Happy Dragon Boat Festival, everyone!

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