Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Yes, the war has not stopped. This is not a game that can be ended just because one side is wrong. It will not end when the first shell falls.

Since he couldn't conjure up a forest out of thin air to bring back the lion king, no matter what choice he made, the battle could not be stopped until both sides had shed blood. Who was right and who was wrong depended on who was the final winner.

The attack of the Fallen Angel Terminator Company was extremely fierce. He could even see more than a dozen black-armored warriors with the Death Wing logo engraved on their shoulder armor piercing through the Dark Angels' array. Fortunately, temporary promotion in battle was more useful than anything else for an Astartes who valued honor more than life.

The battle between Astartes depends on morale, skills and equipment. Relying on the absolute advantage of terrain, as long as the Dark Angels can withstand the repeated charges of the Terminator Company without being defeated, the balance of victory will eventually tilt towards them.

Two very similar teams, fighting under the same name. The plain Thunder Hammer Storm Shield versus the pinnacle Power Blade; the unbridled sprayer of overheated plasma with the blazing sun-like brilliance; the collision of shield and armor continued until the two hearts of every soldier stopped beating, and the roar of the last handful of blood finally subsided!

Just as the Fallen Angels had said before, two entire companies, including a company of Terminators that was also precious to the Dark Angels, only managed to withdraw less than 20 men. The Dark Angels lost 32 men, almost half of their number!

More than two hundred Space Marines were sleeping in this small tower hall, many of them were colleagues Azrael was familiar with. No matter how powerful a warrior was, he was still an Astartes. In the melee, even Sigismund and Koswain would be evaporated by a missed plasma shot.

The priest and grandmaster Saffo lay quietly on the ground with half of his body cut off, lying randomly among a pile of corpses. Not far away was the captain of the fifth company, Baltasar, another holder of the Skyfall Blade and a powerful swordsman. But now, his body was smashed by the automatic cannon, so there was no need to extract the gene seed, only the long sword was still stuck there.

Almost all the survivors of the bloody battle were injured, and even the most courageous Asmodai lost his left arm in the battle - the price of killing two Fallen Angel Deathwing Terminators alone. Samuel's armor was shattered by the firepower of the sudden explosion of the special heavy bomb, and he could only temporarily replace it with a piece of armor picked up from the corpses scattered all over the ground.

Azrael's right hand and side were cut three times, but the most serious one was the hammer that crushed two of his ribs. The blood-stained secret sword was just a long sword used to support his body. In the moment when the storm stopped, he had to use everything to recover.

Then he waited, waited for the storm to come! How could he, who had lost his honor, pray for survival? The power of anger, the flame of passion and the confidence of victory burned in his heart. The proud angel danced alone in hell, the evil waves soared into the sky, thunder and lightning struck, the wind roared, and in the strong and bright colors of oil paintings, the seagull was calling the horn!

This is the brave seagull, flying proudly above the roaring sea and among the lightning. This is the prophet of victory shouting - let the storm come even more violently!

The Fallen Angels retreated. It was a mistake and a blatant waste to incur high casualties just to capture a tower that was unimportant in their strategy. The correct plan was to gather superior forces and deploy them to the plains to clear obstacles before launching a legion-level attack wave. It was a completely wrong deployment to fight against a regiment that was proficient in single-soldier hand-to-hand combat in a small space.

At the same time, they were also waiting for the arrival of a true legend. Corswayn, the captain of the Paladin of the 9th Dark Angels, commanded half of the Dark Angels Legion, namely the warriors of the 2nd, 3rd, and 7th Regiments, as the Lion Steward and Dark Angels Commander-in-Chief after the Horus Heresy.

During the Great Crusade, Corswayn was one of only two Dark Angels in history to defeat Master Alajos. In the Battle of Perditus between the Dark Angels and the Night Lords, he stabbed Curze from behind, which directly determined the outcome of the war.

Then he pursued Typhus and went to Terra to serve the king in one go. As the only reinforcement of the Imperial Fist at that time, he regained control of the Astronomican in one battle. His role was fully utilized. As an extremely traditional group-fighting Astartes, Corswayn was of course the first to lead the attack on the lower level to find the Lion King.

But now, the situation has changed a little. The lack of personnel in the lower ranks of the Dark Angels has caused too serious consequences. The eight companies of Terminators, with less than 100,000 mortal troops, are completely invincible. The sporadic resistance is extinguished without even a spark. Instead, the attack on the deck has reached a stalemate.

The only two Terminator companies on the deck were severely damaged by a few remnants. This was a shame for the Second Order of the Dark Angels, even if they were facing the elite of the Dark Angels ten thousand years later, the Supreme Grand Master of today!

Although the Legion was mainly engaged in large-scale integrated operations during the Great Crusade, the First Legion was the pioneer and reference for all Astartes tactics. This was not an empty statement. Corswain had experienced similar battles before. When pure infantry captured an important small tower, units other than the Terminators were just sending themselves to die.

Astartes is a "fragile" profession, and the powerful output brought by the weapon exceeds the upper limit of armor resistance. In the confrontation between bullets and armor, high mobility can only be inserted to increase the survival rate, but in this close-range filling line and mincing, the bonus brought by this superhuman mobility is completely invalid.

This goes back to the simple process of adding more water to noodles and more noodles to water. The answer in this version is the Terminator Armor. Only with it, through the protection of triple shields, boarding shields and heavy armor, can the defenders and attackers truly stand on the same level - a melee minced meat where all are equal!

Chapter 127 Resurrection, my xx

The river gurgled in the wet jungle, and the light and noisy sound of the flowing water was like a never-ending melody, floating in the distance beyond the reach of the listener. No matter how much time he spent trying to find the source of the water sound, he would never succeed, and he could not even feel the passage of time.

"——You should wake up——"

Something hard cracked in the distance, and the listener woke up. As if it was supposed to be this way. He looked towards the strange yet vaguely familiar voice. It was an old man who was boating and fishing. The old man's cheeks were dry and covered with wrinkles of time, and through the scarce cloth, one could still see the muscles that were once strong under the fluffy skin.

A tattered crown hangs above his mottled temples. An emperor?

"——He paid a lot——"

The audience turned their heads sharply and saw a small figure standing on the shore, wearing a dark green robe, as if blending into the background. The figure looked like a child, but the audience knew it was something else.

It is the Dark Watcher. A name emerged from his empty mind, but he didn't know what it was exactly. Just like he didn't know what the relationship was between this sturdy old man with a broken crown and him.

And who am I?

He didn't know, but Superman's brain was telling him one thing after it started working, both of these beings could be trusted, and the audience decided to continue listening to see what intelligence this dark watcher could bring him.

The little man brought over a helmet decorated with gorgeous wings. It was not until he reached out to take it that he realized he was wearing a heavy suit of armor—even though he didn't feel any oppression. It was the same armor as the winged helmet, black with dark green, and a wide hooded robe covering the whole body.

"I am a general?" The complex patterns and accessories, as well as the excellent fabric that can be seen with the naked eye, seem to tell that he is not an ordinary person. He heard his own voice for the first time, which was majestic and magnetic. He was not bragging, but really had a special and profound charm.

"- It's very dangerous here, get out of here, quickly-" He heard the voice of the little man in the robe again, although its communication could hardly be called sound - it did not make any sound, but his mind directly received and understood its information, but he could still sense the increasing anxiety.

The general realized that he was not one to turn away from a challenge, but he also did not want to ignore the Dark Watcher. He seemed to be remembering a mistake he had made before, a mistake he should remember. What was it? He should remember it! He must not forget it!

If it were me, I would definitely remember it!

But it didn't happen. Just like an old machine restarting, he couldn't do anything. So, the general had to leave here. Like a machine stripped of all its disguises, he gave the answer based on logic. These were the only inputs, so the output was obvious.

"How to leave?" The general asked a short, cold question. He looked at a conspicuous path that led to a pure white castle, an ideal city that was already far away. However, he could feel the scarlet stench that enveloped the place, just like the smell of corruption emanating from the shadows under the stream.

"--You shouldn't go there, there are places that need you more now. Don't think about why, just follow your nature--" The general frowned at the almost nonsense riddle. But the Dark Watcher really didn't know what to say. The lion who had liberated his essence had this ability, but it only knew this much, and had no way of knowing more specifics.

It can only be said to follow your nature. On the other hand, is it useful for Lion to go to Terra now? It is useful, it is very useful, but not very useful. The current situation of the Empire is really not something that a Primarch can deal with in a few years. The more than 100 years of the Indomitable Crusade did not produce much results, let alone a few years in peacetime.

Now there are more urgent matters that are more related to the Dark Watcher and the Lion King of Caliban waiting for him to deal with. Moreover, he woke up early at this moment because he has a more important responsibility - the miracle exchanged for the shattered crown is to make a final decision and reverse the future! A sufficient batch of aid is enough to rewrite a war and light up a galaxy!

The Dark Watcher disappeared. It was already the limit for it to appear here. When the golden light shone in the deepest fortress of the monolith, it knew that there would be a little change in the future, such as the Lion King would wake up dozens of Terra years in the morning. What it could do was to provide a little more guidance before being dissolved by the golden light.

It couldn't bring out the sleeping lion king, but if the awakened lion king walked out on his own, instinct would be enough. 'Lion of Caliban, the fate of the galaxy now rests in your hands', the Dark Watcher finally watched the general walk into the jungle and disappear in the mist.

The dazzling blazing light accompanied by the roar of the cannon broke the silence! The final battle between the Dark Angels and the Fallen Angels began here. When the Emperor's Baneblade super-heavy tank of the Astra Militarum cooperated with the siege assault drill of the Dreadnought Mech tore open the barrier of the gate of the last stronghold of the Dark Angels Chapter, Corswayn will personally lead the Deathwing Terminator to crush these traitors who imprisoned the Lion King!

When the attack point changed from the fortress gate to ruins, the guests were finally greeted by no longer continuous concentrated fire. After a short shooting phase, close combat once again became the mainstream. Black armor, green armor, and gray armor were crowded together, and it was impossible to distinguish them just by the shoulder armor and emblems that could not be said to be extremely similar but could only be said to be exactly the same.

The easiest way is of course to attack anyone with a different armor color than mine, and the Dark Angels did a really good job of this, with the different paint jobs clearly visible. Even if both sides shouted the same name, fighting for the same person and the same future, there was nothing wrong with it, and every blast and every slash was to take the life of their true enemy.

The terminators of the legions and the chapters were entangled with each other, and the two-handed giant swords that were as big as mortal torsos made sharp explosions. Even the mechanical bite sound of each dragging of the heavy armor that was strong enough to withstand the direct hit of the tank's main gun was so pleasant, which could express the destructive desire in people's hearts and the yearning for the beautiful steel behemoths vividly!

These precious armors, which are rarely seen in ordinary battle regiments, are now flooding like infantry filling the line. However, precisely because of this, this battle is more intense than anyone imagined. The Legion Terminators who cannot deploy all their troops have failed to form an overwhelming force ratio. The ratio of only 1:1.6 is not enough to create a crushing momentum.

But even so...can Azrael win?

Chapter 128: The War to End All Wars

There was no time for any nonsense like a declaration of victory before awakening. Azimiao had never thought that someone would suppress him to this extent. He was the current Chapter Master of the Founding Astartes Regiment, the Supreme Grand Master, who was like Sigismund in the past and could fight with the Astartes for several minutes before being defeated during conscription!

And a fallen angel who appeared out of nowhere with a fake weapon could be on par with him and Asmodai? Was he unable to keep up with the times, or were the Knight Commanders of the Legion era all monsters!

Yes, Knight Commander, although the painting format of the Legion period has been lost in the past ten thousand years, he can still recognize the special mark of the Knight Commander. As for the so-called "fake weapon", it's ridiculous, how can he not recognize the holy relic of the Chapter, the Blade of Corswayn?

"You damn bastard who blasphemed the martyrs!" Azriel took advantage of the moment when the furious Asmodai shouted repentance and interrupted the blasphemer's posture and threw his shield decisively. Even the holy shield inlaid with the bones of the Untouchables lost most of its defensive capabilities after being directly hit by three plasmas.

In that case, it's useless! Incomplete defense is worse than no defense at all. When you are at a disadvantage, you can only fight to the death. The direction of throwing the shield is a perfect combination of his decades of experience in bloody battles and inhuman computing power. It is a stroke of genius that he may not be able to reproduce even if he tries ten times.

There is no weakness on the Terminator, but people often overlook the fact that the iron halo that provides additional protection was installed later. It is the most vulnerable part of the indestructible Iron Cavalry Terminator, and Azrael's target is here!

While throwing the shield, Azimiao changed his stance to holding the sword with both hands, and while charging to avoid a series of explosions and beams, he jumped and chopped with great force! This reckless action that puts oneself in danger and attracts a lot of concentrated fire naturally has its advantages - unparalleled high lethality!

Even if he was Corswayn, the unrivaled swordsman of the past, he couldn't dodge the attack from both sides when he was being entangled by Asmodai. Then there was no need to dodge, right? Physical damage only depended on speed and strength. Some warriors were good at speed, while others were good at strength, but Corswayn was slightly better at both, and Curze could testify to that.

The long sword, which was later named "Korswain's Blade", had no divine power. It was just that the person who used it was called Koswain! With just a glance, he read the time and distance of Azrael's attack. He chopped down directly and directly split the mad dog in the way - if it was in this position, it would be enough!

As long as he was a little faster than me, the tip of the sword that was pulled back would be enough to block it! After being buffered by Asmodai's blade and the skirt armor, the Blade of Coswayn stopped just before it sank into the ground. The long sword at the lowest point actually had the longest acceleration time, and then he stepped forward, turned around, and drew his sword!

Zheng——

The blade drew a perfect and holy arc, and the tip of the sword accelerated to the maximum and met the fierce jumping chop from bottom to top! Putting aside the facts, no one can deny that the simple New Year's greeting sword method can bring strength and speed to the extreme, but no one uses it.

The harsh metallic sound was the whine of the sword blade being compressed to the extreme by the huge force, and the visible arc of rebound even threw Azimiao in the air one or two meters away, just avoiding the fatal concentrated fire, and Coswayen's separated feet also sank into the marble floor that had been turned into powder in the recoil.

There was no winner. But the next moment, the shield that broke the iron halo from behind seemed to think otherwise. With the twisting of the iron halo and the flickering sparks of the energy pipeline being pulled out, the half-battle that had been paused for less than half a second started again. The steel boots that ran in big strides crushed the white stone slabs and also crushed the general's heart.

When the thick fog covered his eyes, the world he saw again had changed. The flames and smoke of war replaced the fragrance of running water and soil. The shouts and explosions assaulted his senses without stopping. The two armies fought in front of him, as if he had returned to that dim day.

"I remember, I am--" The bombs and swords blocked his words. For the killing-mad Dark Angels, any warrior in black armor is an enemy, even if this half-kneeling Astartes is too tall. The noble Dark Angels in the killing will never make mistakes, and will never show mercy!

But, it missed? The barrage of scattered bullets should have hit the target, but the next moment the sword was swung, there was no figure in front of him.

An invisible impact exploded in an instant. It was the roar of a high-speed object penetrating the invisible air. It was also a prerequisite for truly ascending to the first echelon of Warhammer. The next moment, it was as if he was hit directly by a thunder hammer. The Knight of the Black Angel's Death Wing flew backwards and was buried in the ruins.

General, oh no, it took the Lion King less than a second to recognize the battlefield he was on. This was Caliban back then. How could he mistake the smell of his hometown? Where else in the galaxy would there be so many Dark Angels fighting in a civil war? Where was Luther? Yes, where was Luther? He just hoped he hadn't wasted too much time.

He is too weak now, perhaps because the curse Luther cast has not yet been broken, but he must act to stop this meaningless civil war. This is something only he can do, and it is his most unworthy duty!

He crossed the flames and smoke, and knocked down all the warriors in front of him equally, whether they were black, green or gray, dragging his weak body towards the center of the battlefield. But he didn't know that at this time, a hundred generations had passed, and the so-called culprit he was looking for, the adoptive father who knocked him down, had already regretted his whole life (it sounds a bit against the will of heaven, but it is true).

Although Luther was dissatisfied, he would never attack him. However, the artillery fire that Astelan fired at the flagship Truth eventually ignited the already disintegrated Caliban. However, this rebellion was inevitable - each faction had different demands, until they finally disappeared together in the artillery fire of Azrael who returned to the past to shatter Caliban.

Azrael: Caliban is a little too urban.

But the old lion who had just awakened from a 10,000-year slumber didn't know all this. Before his mind was fully awake, he was already fascinated by the breath of war. He just rushed into the core of the fierce battle with bare hands, and stopped all the fighting wherever he went. "That's Little Cousin (Couswain)?"

The Blade of Corswain once again crossed with the Sword of Secrets. In the center of the battlefield, apart from the two people fighting, there were only two broken bodies lying on the ground. Blood continued to flow from Azrael's body, and his only two remaining lungs screamed as they overloaded the supply of burning oxygen. He was able to hold on until now entirely because of his arrogance as a Dark Angel to support his body.

The bones of his arms had long been cracked, the muscles were dissolving, and his second heart was beating violently against the plate armor of his ribs to express his dissatisfaction - he was dying of exhaustion. But he couldn't stop yet! Kill all the traitors, kill all the traitors! This obsession still drove his body, the sharp blade rolled up the whistling wind, and the shining sparks never stopped for a moment.

His mechanical exertion and release of force had reached perfection. Even if he was facing himself a day ago, he would only have a few dozen rounds left to live. Blocking and biting became the only things he would think about, until he finally waited for the enemy to pause for a moment!

The enemy put away his sword! The sharpness of the secret sword is fully revealed at this moment, and it goes straight to the head!

Only then did he have time to think about what the enemy had just said, what did he mean by 'Your Highness?'

Chapter 129: Stop the War

'Who is His Highness, who is His Highness.'

The title was too old and belonged to that generation. It took Azimiao a while to realize that the proud Astartes could call him His Highness and kneel down on one knee after putting down his sword. Who else could it be but their Gene Father, the Lord of the First Army, the Lion of Caliban? Who else in this world could make the noble First Legion bow down to him willingly?

Lion, Lion El'Jonson! When this name finally emerged in Azrael's mind, the whistling gale filled all his senses.

The sword slipped out of his hand and rolled to the side! His eyes were soaked with sticky blood, but the tall figure could be recognized by every sane Dark Angel even if they had never seen it before. The gorgeous and flamboyant winged helmet and the unprecedented spirit made people even ignore the dirty and worn armor and empty hands.

It was hard to imagine that there was really someone in this world who could break through the battlefield where the most elite Astartes were fighting each other with bare hands, without even killing a single person. The Primarch, was he such an overwhelming existence? After seeing the Lion King, Azrael no longer had the thought of struggling. He even felt ridiculous for thinking such a blasphemous thing before.

The Dark Angel is boring and insane. Even he himself admits this, but what can he do? The Inner Ring system has been soaked in the blood of its own people since its inception. In the past ten thousand years, how many people who trusted them have been directly or indirectly pushed into hell in order to keep this secret? Can they still count it now?

He was a coward who dared not confess after destroying Caliban, and even dared not commit suicide to apologize. How could he dare to revolutionize himself and defy his class, which was the biggest vested interest! He was not a saint! But all this was meaningless now. When he saw the Primarch with his own eyes, he realized that everything the Dark Angels did to cover up their crimes was meaningless.

Look, the Dark Angels are called Dark Angels because of this man, because of Lion El'Jonson! What a bullshit rebellion, who is right and who is wrong has never been determined by those who inherited the name and sacred blood of the Dark Angels, but by the Lion King. Only the Lion King is qualified to judge his heirs, noble heirs!

It was the former seniors who were too arrogant and made decisions for the Lion King. This was their sin, and also the original sin of Azrael, the Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels. "Dark Angels, put down your weapons!" This is our father, the eternal monarch of the First Legion!

The torn throat was not enough to support Azimiao's long speech, but fortunately, looking directly at the tall black-armored warrior standing in the center of the battlefield, the noise disappeared at some point, and the dark angels put away their weapons little by little in silence and vague expectation.

As the first warrior thrust his power sword into the ground and slowly knelt down, like a carefully arranged domino, the silent gray-green wave toppled in the turbulence. The solemnity and solemnity overwhelmed the flames and smoke, and the warriors who shared this noble bloodline were willing to lay down the weapons that condensed their glory and blood for their lord.

"It's back, everything is back." When the civil war ended abruptly, Azrael, who had always wanted to drag the entire Dark Angels inner circle into hell, relaxed instead. For him, as long as the Dark Angels can be great again, no price is too high to accept.

Since the Lion King is different from what has been passed down in the Chapter, and has no intention of killing all the inner circle, then only his life will be saved. To end the sins and secrets of the Chapter together, and return the crown of the Supreme Grand Master to the true Lord of the First Army, this is his atonement and also his honor!

Azimiao raised his head, waiting for the verdict - "Where's Luther?"

"Huh?" I am the leader of one side in the Dark Angels' civil war, and I am now half-kneeling here waiting for your judgment, and you are asking me about the whereabouts of another person, a fallen angel?

Before he felt humiliated, another voice interrupted, "Your Highness, it's too late. It's the last year of the 41st millennium. There is no Luther, and no Caliban. There is only a darker empire and galaxy, and the endless bloody war has not changed."

"The 41st millennium?" The Lion King, who was trying to reverse the tragedy of the killing of his offspring on Caliban, stood there in shock. He could disbelieve the words of a fallen angel who attacked him, but he would never doubt Corswayn, whom he trusted the most. So, it is now 10,000 years later?

But why is the Dark Angels still in civil war ten thousand years later? Ryan suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I do not understand, Corswayn, but I must know our situation now. Is my father, the Emperor, recovered? Are my brothers still here? What happened to my Legion after Caliban?"

"We just broke free from the vortex of the warp a few years ago." Corswayn cast his eyes on Azrael, indicating that the Lion King should ask someone who knew more about the changes in the empire in the past ten thousand years. "These people wearing green armor are the Dark Angels ten thousand years later."

"... Child, your name." Realizing that he might have missed 10,000 years forever, and that the empire no longer looked like what he remembered, and that a great war was no longer waiting for him, Ryan's words were no longer like torture, but more gentle and soothing.

"Master Lion," he hesitated for a moment. He really had no experience in this field and didn't know how to address his Primarch. "I am Azrael, Chapter Master of the Dark Angels. I am also the Supreme Grand Master and the culprit who provoked the Dark Angels Civil War."

For someone who doesn't want to live anymore, the first choice is of course to self-destruct. Since the Lion King has no intention of liquidating the Dark Angels, he will bear the shame alone.

"Oh, and then." Ryan didn't react. That's it? A few hundred people, let alone a civil war, would have been nothing if they directly supported Horus and rebelled on the spot. It was too common to mention. No, "Wait, what did you say? What the hell is the Dark Angels Chapter!"

No, where is my army? Where is my army that big? He tried his best to control his emotions, but he still cursed. How could he hold it back?

"The eight Legions Astartes have been reorganized under Master Guilliman's Codex Astartes," the Lion was so well-controlled that Azrael spoke the truth. "All Legions have been broken down into Chapters. The Dark Angels still exist at a theoretical strength of around a thousand men, with many affiliated Successor Chapters."

"Eight! Guilliman is a bitch, a coward who only stands up to take the blame at the last minute, and always thinks that others are not doing their job well! He even wants to improve our father's masterpiece!" Lion El'Jonson was instantly defeated, "He dismantled eight legions, why didn't he dismantle his own family and the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar as well!"

No one dared to speak for a moment, until Corswayne interrupted the silence with a soft voice, "Your Highness, the ones that were not demolished are the Space Wolves..."

“Russ! Why Russ? Damn it, it might as well be an Ultramarines.” Suddenly, his voice softened with a different kind of emotion. “Does that also mean that Russ, my brother, is still galloping on the icy plains of Fenris?”

Chapter 130: Angel of Pardon Azrael

No one responded.

In silence, one army after another was asked to cease fire and withdraw in the name of the Lion King; the fleet in the starry sky also stopped the terrifying artillery fire that seemed to smash the boulders together to bury the many secrets hidden in it, just as if the previous fighting was just an illusion. It seemed that the Lion King really had no intention of pursuing it further, but Azrael could not do so.

When the last stubborn troop laid down their weapons after looking directly at the mighty glory of the great Dark Angel Primarch, and crawled out of the ruins covered with corpses and filled with flesh and blood; when all the Dark Angels gathered around him spontaneously, Azrael finally told all the secrets he knew.

The splitting of the Legion, the founding of the Ecclesiarchy, the War of Apostasy, the War of the Beast, the Black Crusade... and the many secrets of the Dark Angels, whether it was the pursuit of the Fallen Angels, the imprisonment of Luther, the imprisonment of the Lion King, or the most serious mistake - it might be that Azrael destroyed Caliban with his own hands, all of which were told to the Lion King one by one.

Now, he could face his own end. He once again drew out the most prominent secret sword among the Dark Angels' holy relics, the Skyfall Blade, and turned it around. "Father, please cut off my head - end the civil war of the Dark Angels and settle our sins!"

Snap - the broad hand grasped the secret sword, but not the hilt, but the blade! "My child, are you humiliating me? Using the head of my offspring to end the civil war of the Dark Angels? To settle the so-called sins?" The arrogant cry was clearly heard by every Dark Angel.

"Lift your heads and look at me! When I stand here, there is no civil war! And if you ask for my forgiveness - in the name of the Lion, I forgive your sins!"

He grabbed the sword and raised it high!