He was thrown away heavily, and Azriel felt the pain burning on him, as if a melting needle had penetrated his bone marrow.
The Supreme Master wanted to stand up, but found that he could not move, his limbs were fixed to the ground and trapped by huge invisible weight.
Pieces of white frost covered his armor, spitting out the foul smell of sulfur as they cracked and reorganized, suffocating the air around him.
But he also saw the attacker clearly.
"......wizard!"
Garmozejie pulled off his robe, revealed his seriously mutated body, and waved his hand at Azriel with a smile.
"It's a pity that I can't kill Soshiyan, but it seems good if I can kill the Guardian of Truth... Ah, I forgot to tell you that your think tank director is tangling with my friend, a wise Master Qianzi, who shouldn't be able to save you now."
Azriel gritted his teeth, but his limbs seemed to be tied to the ground, and the dark angels around him were surrounded and could not help for a while.
Just as Kranon smiled and waved his axe toward Azriel, a dense rain of bullets suddenly shot from behind him, staggering the leader of the Scarlet Slaughter.
"who!"
Feeling a severe pain behind him, Kranon instinctively rolled on the spot, avoiding the shooting of bullets.
And Garmozejie also raised his head.
"Rats with their heads and tails exposed! Get out!"
A flash of lightning passed through his hand, but it was cut off in the air by a long sword wrapped in thick cloth.
"Ah, it's you again!"
Garmozejie screamed, and saw a towering figure falling from the darkness, the same black flame pattern armor, but this one was more gorgeous than the two he had seen before. The helmet was a golden green-eyed lion, and the shoulders on both sides were carved into the claws of the lion.
Most of his body was covered with a light green cloak, and behind him was a long sword with his naked eyes.
As soon as it landed, the mysterious man raised his hands and saw each holding a unique pistol in his hands, shooting wildly at Garmozejie.
"Damn it!"
Garmozejie turned around and hid, and used his psychic energy to capture two nearby Chaos Space Marines as his flesh shield.
The bullet hit the howling heretics, causing them to burst open.
Azriel, who was standing beside him, also took back control of his body and stood up from the ground, but his eyes no longer looked at Kranon, but stared at the mysterious man's figure.
"Not wrong...Not wrong! It must be him! It's him!"
"heresy!"
Suddenly, a familiar roar rang out not far away, and Azriel turned his head and saw the familiar figure.
Beria is back!
And it is not just Death Wings. Behind the Terminator's tall figure, there are also a group of sensational shadows.
That is a row of breathing masks and pointed helmets representing death.
The Kriegs also joined the battle.
It turned out that after being unable to contact the Dark Angel, Soshyan immediately judged that the Black Legion might have mobilized the main force to attack this isolated battle group, so he immediately mobilized all the surrounding imperial armed forces, and the closest one was the Krieg regiment.
They rushed to the battlefield at an incredible speed, and forcibly opened a breakthrough before the Black Legion encircled the front, joined the Crow Wings on the outer front, and entered the core area of Attica.
Although the Kriegers paid a huge price in the process, their joining completely ruined the Black Legion's plan to siege the Dark Angels.
However, there is another reason that really makes the Black Legion retreat.
"What?"
Garmozejie, who was helping Kranon fight against the mysterious man, suddenly received two bad news from the communicator.
"The rift was closed by the Gray Knights? They have entered the underground temple? The Zhanshen's team was also stopped? Who is it? Don't know?"
When he realized that the battle situation was taking a sharp turn, his choice was also very decisive.
"Kranon, it's time to withdraw. Will the reinforcements of the War Commander come?"
Kranon struggled to avoid the two shots of the mysterious man, and then quickly asked his several of his men to resist. He paused after hearing Garmozejie's words, and without asking more questions, he immediately called:
"withdraw!"
When the Chaos side began to retreat, Azriel was completely unintentional to chase the other party. His current attention was all on the mysterious man.
"Don't run!!"
After a few moves against Kranon, the man also chose to run in one direction, while the highest mentor of the Dark Angel chased the other person all the way, all the way to a strange area.
"Traitor! I know it's you!"
He still growled as he walked up the stairs before he found himself entering the Governor's private chapel.
It is still preserved here in a relatively complete manner, but it is pitch black.
"What are you pursuing?"
Suddenly, a man's voice sounded in the darkness, and he spoke very slowly, like a man shrouded in sadness.
Azriel clamped his sword, his armor covered in scars and dents and tear marks from the recent clash.
But he didn't care about his physical condition, and roared, speeding up his pace, and his heartbeat rose rapidly in his chest. This was a mixed call of excitement and violence that made his muscles congested and his blood vessels burned.
"I thought you should at least know how to end the previous conflict before starting a conflict."
Not far away, a tall figure stood and said, "He was almost invisible in the darkness, and the haze was close to him like a second layer of skin."
"Don't make things worse with your hypocritical language."
Azriel's voice was like the roar of an arena beast, pacing for the last few steps.
"I am your senior, Azriel, I have told you to pay attention to your tone before."
"And I told you before, Seff."
Azriel moved his foot and approached the figure.
"I will treat you traitors the way I choose."
He whispered in a sound like sand scratching the flesh.
"As long as I am still alive, you don't want to escape from judgment."
The man raised his head and formed the face of the lion as cold and calm as a grave.
"Who should be judged? Who should be held responsible? All this is not something you can decide."
He took a step towards Azriel, and the green lion eyes on the helmet stared deeply at the Space Marine who was slightly smaller than him.
"Never forget that you are alive because of my actions."
Azriel gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to penetrate the sword into the other party's chest.
"Azriel, you think you are different from us, for all this darkness..."
The mysterious man made a gesture.
"I admire all the performances you use to hide your true nature, but you are still a dark angel, and in your common blood, no one can get rid of this guilt, not even you, if I am guilty, then you have it."
Azriel gritted his teeth.
"I am the Emperor's loyal warrior—"
"No!"
The man suddenly roared like a lion, approaching Azriel at a blink of an eye like a stabbing blade.