In the icy void, a super war fortress with an extremely large building volume is slowly drifting on an unknown channel.
The main ships belonging to the Dark Angels were evenly distributed in the surrounding void in a scattered fan shape, vaguely forming an airtight defense formation.
This super war fortress is the legendary mobile monastery of the Dark Angels, the Stone Fortress.
It is also the remains of their former home world, Caliban, left in the real universe.
Of course, this matter is as secretive as the Inner Circle and the Fallen Angels. It can be said that whoever gets involved will die!
Dong dong dong——
Deep in the hidden space of the megalithic fortress, which was composed of countless complex twists and turns, the sound of footsteps gradually sounded from far to near.
A tall figure wearing dark green precision power armor was walking through the silent and deep building passages.
The opponent is none other than Azrael, the current supreme mentor, guardian of truth, and chapter leader of the Dark Angels Chapter.
And right behind him.
A short figure holding a red winged helmet and wearing a set of green robes also followed closely.
At this moment, Azrael, who had a solemn expression, looked very worried.
He quickly drove the power armor through a long, winding and silent passage, and entered the core area deeper into the megalithic fortress.
During this period, one after another bright or dark scanning light waves kept jumping back and forth on Azrael's tall body, and a large number of weapon turrets that were already ready to go returned to their standby state.
Such intensive and terrifying defense measures undoubtedly indirectly prove that the level of defense of the entire megalithic fortress has far exceeded normal people's imagination.
Soon after, a metal door that was thick enough to withstand melt explosions and even light spear bombardments slowly opened.
Azrael and his Dark Watch servants came to an empty, dimly lit room.
Judging from the blood-stained metal floors and the torture instruments hanging almost all over the walls.
This is probably the place used by the Dark Angels Chapter to entertain distinguished guests.
"Asmodei, where is the person?"
At this moment, Azrael, with a solemn expression, suddenly asked.
The other party's words just echoed throughout the empty room.
The continuous roar of a huge engine suddenly sounded in the dark corner.
An ancient-looking sacred fearless mecha slowly moved with heavy steps.
The opponent's huge mechanical body, about five meters high, stepped heavily into the center of the room.
"I am thanking him for the warm reception he gave me back then. Counting the time, he has already broken the breath-holding record set by other fallen angels."
As the low words from the holy and fearless Asmodai resounded in Azrael's ears.
The originally empty metal floor suddenly flipped outwards.
Huge and heavy mechanical arms quickly poked out from under the metal floor.
A hollow coffin made of fine gold was also salvaged directly from a large amount of icy cold water!
The next second, an extremely rapid breathing sound came from inside the hollow fine gold coffin.
"Asmodei! My previous order was for you to lock him up, but I didn't ask you to start a confession interrogation on him!"
Azriel, with a hint of sullenness in his eyes, issued a low-pitched scolding in the direction of the Holy Fearless.
However, Azrael didn't wait for him to continue speaking.
A burst of uncontrollable sarcastic laughter suddenly erupted from inside the hollow coffin not far away.
"hehe--"
At this moment, Azriel couldn't help but frown when he heard the laughter.
He slowly drove the power armor forward.
Every time you take a step, the pieces of the metal floor that were originally turned over will automatically return to their original positions, completely covering the biting cold water under the floor.
"Fallen angel, why are you laughing?"
Azrael came to the front of the hollow coffin.
His eyes stared at the naked figure firmly imprisoned inside.
"Haha, you asked me what I'm laughing at? With what Asmodei has done in the past, if he were placed in any war group, even a chaotic war group, he would have been executed long ago, but he is still alive.
Inside the Dark Angel, and still alive and well..."
"My dear Supreme Master, why do you think I am laughing?"
The mysterious prisoner's low words undoubtedly made Azrael's expression look significantly worse.
However, the other party's knowledge and experience as a superior allowed him to quickly adjust his mentality.
"Lord Cypher, you, a guy who chose to fall, have no qualifications to dictate the internal affairs of the Chapter! How many men have we lost over the years in order to hunt down you alone?
"Do you think that the only one who wants to entertain you is the Holy and Fearless Asmodai? Or, in other words, how long do you think you can last in this dark cage?"
Azrael said coldly to Lord Cypher who was imprisoned in the adamantine coffin.
However, his threatening words did not cause any unnecessary emotional fluctuations in the other party.
Hooray!
I saw an eyeball belonging to Lord Cypher suddenly moved to a hollow in the adamantine coffin.
The bloodshot eyes seemed to be filled with wisps of purple and blue light.
The other party stared at Azrael standing outside, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I can tell you clearly, I can't die no matter what!"
"This is not only because I have appeared in the history of your Dark Angels, but more importantly, you have probably noticed another layer of my identity, right?"
"Haha, as an old friend with deep friendship, I would like to advise you, it doesn't matter if you bother me in a short period of time, but if you dare to reach out to those werewolf brothers and other captured Astartes..."
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. The 22nd Primarch, the Dark Side Regent, behaves in a manner similar to that of the Lion King, even worse. You'd better pray that you can really do it.
Control your inner circle of demons, otherwise I'm afraid the Stone Fortress will be a river of blood!"
The low words from Seifer slowly echoed in the ears of everyone present.
The sacred and fearless Asmodai shook his huge mechanical body violently, and wanted to immediately take heavy steps to take action.
However, Azrael, whose expression quickly deteriorated, suddenly raised his hand to stop him.
The other party seemed to be silent for a moment, and then suddenly drove the power armor closer to the hollow coffin.
"Lord Cypher, do you think I can't target you because you are wearing a shell of identity as a clone of the original body?"
"You still dare to use the original body to suppress me? To tell you the truth, even if Regent Guilliman comes to the Stone Fortress in person, our Dark Angels Chapter will have nothing to fear!"
However, at this time, Azrael's harsh words only received a lukewarm response from Cypher.
"Perhaps you Dark Angels have gone too far... I just hope that when the original body comes to find you in person, you will never cry!"
