During the period when Noah eliminated Abaddon, the battle on Nairus was also extremely intense.
Lion took over the command of the local Imperial Army and began to direct the human forces in a frantic struggle against the Chaos legions.
Although the number of Chaos Space Marines was far fewer than that of the Imperial side, the Chaos forces had an incomparable advantage that the humans lacked.
That was their ability to summon Warp Daemons.
In the initial stages of the war, Khorne's faction warriors summoned a large number of Khorne Daemons to assist in the fighting, and as Chaos Space Marines from other factions arrived, they also began to summon Daemons of their respective factions.
Daemons from all four factions of the Chaos Gods were summoned to Nairus, which was directly divided into four war zones by the Chaos Gods, launching a full-scale assault on humanity.
"Lord Lion, Sector 93 needs reinforcements. The local Space Marine troops have suffered over fifty percent casualties. If reinforcements do not arrive, this sector will be breached in a maximum of six hours."
"Lord Lion, Sector 74 needs reinforcements. The local Space Marine company has lost over 40 men. If there is no support, this position will hold for a maximum of twelve hours."
"Lord Lion, PDF Regiments 79 and 6147 have suffered heavy casualties and need to withdraw for rest and recuperation."
Lion believed that his presence would surely lead the Imperial Army to victory in this war, but he was once again plagued by military command.
Chaos Daemons continuously poured out from the Warp, and although they would often fight amongst themselves, at this moment, they had united to fight against humanity.
After all, according to the laws of the Warp, they would fight whoever was stronger.
Even a blind man could see that the situation on Nairus currently favored humanity.
The appearance of over 100,000 Space Marines, couldn't that explain everything?
Therefore, the armies of the four Chaos Gods rarely united to wage war against humanity.
At the same time, due to Lion King's request to take over command of this planet,
He couldn't lead his personal guard to the battlefield; he was currently confined to the command center, continuously directing operations.
Doing so was undoubtedly somewhat different from what Lion had imagined.
A Primarch commanding operations from the rear, strategizing to win battles from a thousand miles away.
Such an operation was typically something Guilliman would do.
Lion, generally, would not do this.
This fellow possessed extreme personal valor and was a master of close combat; he often personally ventured into the most dangerous battlefield areas, inspiring his subordinates with his individual bravery and tearing through enemy lines with his extraordinary combat prowess.
His swordsmanship, speed, reactions, and strength had all reached a near-godlike level; he was truly a match for a thousand men.
His operational philosophy was deeply influenced by the concepts of rapid strike, deep penetration behind enemy lines, and precise decapitation. He preferred swift deployment, high mobility, and unexpected attack methods, excelling at using terrain, shadows, and surprise tactics to annihilate enemies.
This style of command was not suitable for a battlefield like this one; the current battlefield completely prevented Lion from utilizing his strengths.
The forces of both sides were intertwined, constantly engaging in intense frontal combat, which made it impossible for Lion's combat style to be effective in such a fight.
Although Lion was also suited to commanding troops from within the command center, what he truly desired was to lead an elite squad in assault and decapitation operations.
However, such a thought could only remain a thought, as he was the one who had requested to take over command, and now the command had been handed to him.
If he were to now want to go out and lead troops on a decapitation mission, no Imperial officer would agree.
Moreover, such an action would be extremely irresponsible, so at this moment, Lion could only Depressed continue to command operations from within the command center.
From the moment he took over command until now, Lion had been directing operations for 12 days.
Such high-intensity command, even for a Primarch, would cause a headache, so at this moment, Lion knew he could not leave.
As he continued to direct the troops in response to various events on the front line, a piece of information from the front quickly caught his attention.
"A powerful Daemon has appeared! According to the database, it is the Daemon Primarch Angron! We need support! We need support!"
The World Eaters were unable to achieve sufficient victory and advantage in the bloody battle, which led Khorne to send them a powerful reinforcement: Angron.
The arrival of the Daemon Primarch Angron instantly changed the tide of the battle.
When the blood-red rift tore open on the scorched earth of Nairus, the air was instantly filled with the thick scent of copper and blood.
Accompanied by deafening chains clanking and bestial roars, the massive and twisted figure of the World Eaters' Primarch, Angron, stepped into real space.
He was once a gladiator, now a butcher.
Scarlet butcher's nails glowed ominously behind his head, and the massive chainaxe "Gorechild" hummed with a bloodthirsty sound in his hand.
His appearance itself was the beginning of a slaughter.
"For the blood god!" Angron's roar was like thunder, shaking the very earth.
The Space Marines defending this area were part of the 4th Company of the Nairus Chapter. After Angron appeared, they immediately warned Lion.
And then, taking up their weapons, they began to counter-charge towards Angron.
The enemy was strong, but that did not mean they would retreat!
The charging Space Marines and Daemon Primarch Angron formed a tragic picture. With just a light downward swing of his chainaxe, Angron cleaved several Space Marines in half.
Their alloy power armor was directly torn to shreds.
The Space Marines who were not charging raised their gauss rifles and fired at Angron, but their shots were intercepted by Khorne's blessings.
When fighting other Khorne Daemons, gauss rifles could still be quite effective, but when fighting Angron, their effectiveness was greatly diminished.
"Bugs! Die!"
In just five minutes, over thirty Space Marines had fallen beneath his axe.
Angron was not just killing; he was performing a cruel art.
Limbs were torn off, entrails ripped out, skulls crushed. Wherever he went, only a sea of blood and dismembered bodies remained.
Even so, the Space Marines bravely continued to charge at Angron.
Holding this position was their duty, so they would rather all die here than let the Daemon Primarch pass through their lines.
As the Space Marines and Angron once again engaged in battle, the Space Marine Sergeant requesting support from the rear once again contacted Lion.
"Lord Lion, are you listening, Lord Lion?"
We are under attack by a Daemon Primarch and need support! Please immediately deploy troops to our position to reinforce us, otherwise this position will fall in a maximum of half a Terra standard hour!"
Even with the battle raging to this extent, no one asked Lion to personally intervene; instead, they requested that Lion send more Space Marines to fight here.
After all, it was a consensus among Noah's Space Marines that the supreme commander should conduct operations from the command center.
Since Lion was their supreme commander, there was naturally no reason for the supreme commander to go out and fight.
The Space Marines under Noah did not intend to let Lion personally take action, but Lion was not like the soldiers under Noah who were affected by him.
From the Great Crusade of the Emperor until now, only Primarchs could fight against Primarchs within the Imperium of Man.
Therefore, in Lion's view, it was only right for him, a Primarch, to personally deal with Angron.
"Hold on, support is coming soon, I'm coming myself!"
Lion stood up, and the Sanguinary Guard behind him also stood up.
If it were previous operations, these Sanguinary Guard would have been deployed to the front lines, but now it was different.
Since Lion was the highest commander of this planet, these Sanguinary Guard were also required to stay here and protect Lion.
It was precisely because of this that Lion's guard did not join the battle.
But now that the Primarch had acted, they naturally had to follow.
However, just as Lion stood up, governor Ignatius Dorn, who was also in the command center, expressed his opposition.
"Lord Lion, your mission is to stay here and command the operation, not to personally fight the Daemon Primarch."
"You are our supreme commander now. If you leave here, who will guarantee your safety?"
"My safety?" Lion repeated, somewhat puzzled.
After all, in his days as a Legion Master, very few people would say such things to him.
He turned to face the governor, his golden power armor gleaming under the lights of the command room, "Governor Dorn, look at these battle reports."
Lion's finger pointed to the constantly scrolling casualty figures and distress calls on the holographic projection.
"Every minute, loyal warriors are dying, and the Daemon Primarch is tearing through our defenses. Do you think sitting in this command room can guarantee safety? True safety comes from eliminating the threat, not avoiding it."
"You may not be clear, but I can tell you that only a Primarch can deal with a Primarch. If I don't go, how many warriors will we have to sacrifice?"
Ignatius Dorn met the Primarch's gaze without flinching: "My Lord, I understand what you mean."
"But, you asked us for supreme command authority, and now that supreme command authority has been given to you, are you not willing to fulfill your obligations?"
"When you requested supreme command authority, it became your responsibility to command the troops here."
"It's just a Daemon Primarch. We are not without contingency plans. You only need to request support from the Grey Knights, and Grey Knights will arrive here to fight in at most an hour."
Such words were clearly unacceptable to Lion.
"I am not Guilliman! I can guarantee my safety."
"Governor Ignatius Dorn, during my absence, the command of the army will be handed over to you!"
You will command the troops. I need to go and eliminate that great enemy for the Imperium's army. I don't have time to wait for the Knights to reinforce."
Although the governor had directly told him that the Grey Knights would arrive in an hour, would Lion believe him?
The answer was no. How could Lion believe it?
When did the Imperium of Man's support efficiency become so high?
He had not seen the appearance of Grey Knights in previous combat units, so judging by the Imperium of Man's usual support efficiency, Lion did not think that the Grey Knights could reach this battlefield.
This was an error of empiricism.
Of course, it was also because the appearance of Noah had improved the Imperium of Man too much.
Moreover, this was the Segmentum Obscurus 108 Worlds, and these 108 planets could be considered Noah's base, so the speed of support was naturally faster.
"Governor, although I also want to stay here and command the battle, you must understand that our troops are also running low."
"To be honest, I admire you very much. You have managed an Imperial World to its current state, so well that it has attracted the attention of Chaos Daemons. They have invested so many troops at all costs."
"It is precisely because of this that all our armies have now been committed to the battle, and there are no extra troops that can be sacrificed at will."
"No one knows how many Space Marines will have to be sacrificed to stop the Daemon Primarch. Our current forces are very precious and cannot be wasted like this."
Lion changed his words, changed his tone, and spoke to the governor in this way.
This would have been impossible for Lion before.
After all, Lion's personality 10,000 years ago was not like this at all. 10,000 years ago, Lion's psychological traits were aloof, reserved, highly honorable, and vengeful.
If it were Lion from 10,000 years ago, the latter part of this conversation would have been impossible.
"Alright, you have convinced me, Lord Primarch. Indeed, there is no need for our troops to suffer such casualties. Please ensure your own safety, and I will do my best to command the troops."
Ignatius Dorn readily agreed and gave his assurance.
Lion nodded slightly: "Very good, governor Dorn, the rest is up to you."
After saying this, Lion quickly rushed out of the tactical command center. He had had enough of constantly commanding battles here. Now he wanted to vent properly!
It had only been over 10 days, who knew what kind of impact he had endured.
More than 20,000 Space Marines had already died!
Such casualties here made Lion feel as if he had returned to the Great Crusade era.
Even during the Great Crusade, very few campaigns or planets would cause such huge losses and casualties to the Space Marines.
Such a great loss made Lion at this time full of suppressed anger, and Angron's appearance was just a good opportunity for him to vent.
After walking out of the tactical command room, he turned to face the Sanguinary Guard, his voice as firm as steel.
"Warriors, it's time to let Chaos witness the true power of the Emperor's Children. Follow me to war!"
The thunderhawk gunship engines were roaring on the landing pad outside the command center.
Lion strode towards the thunderhawk gunship. Many weapons of the mechanicus were not very good, but some were indeed quite good, so the Segmentum Obscurus 108 Worlds still produced some.
This included the thunderhawk gunship.
The Sanguinary Guard followed closely, their dark green power armor gleaming with a cold, hard light under Nairus' dim yellow sky.
Their hearts were also burning with fierce flames. After all, having always followed their genetic father, they naturally also saw the huge casualties on this planet.
Although these Space Marines did not know which Primarch's descendants they were, no matter what, these people were their battle brothers.
Tens of thousands of battle brothers died on the battlefield, which also made them furious, wanting to spread this anger to the enemies of the Emperor.
Before boarding, Lion took one last look at the tactical holographic map.
Angron's blood-red mark was still rampaging in Sector 74, and every minute, loyal warriors were dying under the Daemon Primarch's chainaxe.
"Full speed ahead," Lion ordered the pilot, "I want to reach the Sector 74 front line within ten minutes."
The thunderhawk gunship soared into the sky, cutting through the sky stained red by war.
When Lion arrived at the battlefield, Angron was still in a frenzy.
He was holding a Space Marine in one hand and his weapon in the other, casually cleaving another Space Marine in half.
The next moment, he spun around, throwing the Space Marine he was holding, and quickly knocked down two more Space Marines, who lay on the ground, unable to get up.
A being of this caliber appearing on such a battlefield was almost a complete annihilation; the World Eaters Legion, along with their Primarch, launched a joint attack.
Even if Space Marines swarmed forward like a tide, attempting to block the enemy's assault, Angron's combat power was simply too overwhelming.
The combined attack of dozens of Space Marines could at most delay him for a few minutes before they were all annihilated.
Upon witnessing this scene, the Lion's eyes blazed with fury.
In the time it took Lion to arrive, over 300 more Space Marines had already fallen, becoming corpses.
"Angron!" Lion's roar echoed across the battlefield like thunder, as he leaped directly from the sky, his golden power armor cutting a dazzling streak of light through the smoke.
The Daemon Primarch spun around abruptly, his blood-red eyes narrowing. He casually tossed aside the mangled corpse of a Space Marine he was holding, and his chainaxe, 'Gorechild,' hummed with an even wilder intensity.
"Lion..." A savage grin spread across Angron's twisted face, "Finally decided to stop hiding in your safe command post, have we?"
The Lion landed steadily, his Lion Sword already drawn, its power field humming.
He did not immediately attack, but instead surveyed the surrounding devastation—shattered power armor, scattered limbs, and blood-soaked earth. Each gruesome sight fueled his rage even further.
"Forgiven, coordinate with the local Space Marines to purge the World Eaters," Lion commanded calmly, "This traitor is mine."
The Forgiven Guard immediately fanned out, their deep green figures piercing the lines of the Chaos Space Marines like sharp blades.
At the same time, the surrounding Imperial warriors instinctively retreated, making space for the duel between the two Primarchs.
Angron cackled and launched the first attack, his chainaxe descending towards Lion with destructive force.
The Lion did not meet the blow head-on, but skillfully sidestepped, his Lion Sword slashing towards Angron's exposed flank.
"You're still as cunning as ever, Lion!" Angron roared, bringing his axe back to block, "Afraid to face my attack head-on?"
"Combat is not a gladiatorial show, Angron," Lion's voice was as cold as ice, "You will never understand that."
The two Primarchs clashed again, the shockwaves from their colliding weapons shaking even distant warriors.
Lion's swordsmanship was exquisitely precise and deadly with every strike, while Angron's power was utterly berserk, each axe swing carrying the momentum to tear everything apart.
However, these tearing attacks rarely landed on Lion.
"Do you know, Lion?" Angron hissed during their clash, "Every time the Butcher's Nails pierce me, I can see the fate of each of you—shattered, in pain, in despair!"
The Lion did not reply, but suddenly changed tactics, surging forward and thrusting his Lion Sword directly at Angron's chest. The Daemon Primarch barely managed to block the blow with his axe handle, but the sword tip still pierced his breastplate.
Dark blood gushed forth, but the wound almost immediately began to heal.
"See?" Angron cackled, "The Blood God has granted me immortal power! You can't harm me, Lion!"
Lion calmly retreated, avoiding a sweeping blow: "There is no true immortality, Angron. All you have now is eternal servitude."
The battle grew more intense, the speed of the two Primarchs far exceeding what ordinary mortals could perceive.
Lion gradually gained the upper hand; his swordsmanship was clearly superior to Angron's wild but disorganized attacks.
After multiple clashes, Angron had sustained several wounds, and although they healed quickly, each healing seemed to make him more frenzied.
"Stand still, traitor!" Angron roared, launching an even more insane attack, "Let me offer your head to the Blood God!"
Just then, new engine sounds echoed from the sky. Three silver-grey Thunderhawk gunships were approaching, emblazoned with the Grey Knights' insignia.
Angron glanced at the sky, his offensive momentarily faltering.
Lion keenly seized this opening, his Lion Sword flashing out like lightning, precisely piercing Angron's axe-wielding wrist.
The Daemon Primarch let out a cry of pain, and his chainaxe, 'Gorechild,' fell from his grasp.
But surprisingly, he did not retrieve his weapon; instead, he lunged directly at Lion's throat with his injured hand.
"Watch out, Lion!" a Forgiven shouted a warning.
Lion retreated in time, but Angron's fingertips still left deep scratches on his gorget.
"You forgot, Lion," Angron hissed, his injured wrist already healing, "I am a weapon myself."
Angron intended to press on and inflict more damage on the Lion, but just as he was about to advance, he was met with a barrage of bolter fire.
The Grey Knights jumped directly from the Thunderhawk gunships, positioning themselves around Lion, drawing their weapons. At the same time, dozens of golden-armored warriors also appeared.
Due to Noah's presence, the speed of human reinforcements far exceeded Chaos' imagination.
After all, this was the 108th world of the Maelstrom, so both the Custodes and Grey Knights had garrisons stationed here.
The speed at which the Grey Knights and Custodes were drawn from other locations to reinforce was far beyond anyone else's imagination.
With a large number of Custodes and Grey Knights appearing around Lion, even if Angron was somewhat irrational, he clearly understood that it was no longer the time to continue fighting.
"This isn't over, Lion!" The Daemon Primarch roared as he leaped backward, "We will meet again! Next time, I will make your skull into a goblet for the Blood God!"
Angron let out a defiant roar, and a blood-red warp rift tore open behind him. Chaos energy surged out like a tide, enveloping the Daemon Primarch.
"In the Emperor's name, you shall not escape!" The Grey Knight Grand Master raised his Nemesis force halberd high, his silver armor gleaming in the eerie light.
But just as the Grey Knights prepared to perform an exorcism ritual, Lion raised a hand to stop them.
"Don't bother with him," the Lion's voice was utterly cold.
"You cannot deal with him. He is not someone you can defeat just like that."
All the warriors looked at the Primarch in surprise, and Angron also paused, then let out a mocking laugh: "It seems even you are afraid, Lion!"
Lion did not respond, simply watching Angron's figure gradually consumed by the warp rift.
Only when the last trace of crimson vanished did he turn to face the Grey Knight Grand Master.
"Explain your decision, Lord Primarch," the Grey Knight Grand Master's voice, muffled by his helmet, carried a clear note of confusion.
"We had a chance to eliminate him here and send him back to his prison in the warp."
The Lion's gaze swept across the devastated battlefield: "Look around, Grand Master. Our warriors are dying, the front line needs to be stabilized.
How confident are you that you could banish him?"
The Grey Knight Grand Master said no more. Although they could perform an exorcism ritual to influence Angron, in terms of certainty, they didn't even have 20% confidence.
The Grey Knight remained silent, and Lion did not continue to converse with him.
Instead, he walked towards a wounded Space Marine lying on the ground, kneeling to examine his injuries.
The warrior's chest plate was completely torn, but there were faint signs of life.
"Apothecary, urgent medical attention needed here!" Lion called out loudly, completely ignoring the scratches on his own gorget.
This unexpected action stunned everyone.
The Grey Knights exchanged surprised glances; this was completely different from the Lion they had heard about in their intelligence.
The Forgiven Guard were the first to react, immediately beginning to organize battlefield rescue and frontline reorganization.
Soon, the entire Sector 74 front sprang into action—rescuing the wounded, reinforcing fortifications, and tallying casualties.
The Grey Knight Grand Master approached Lion and said in a low voice: "Forgive my presumption, my lord, but this is not like the Lion I have heard of. Legend says you focus more on... strategic objectives than individual casualties."
Lion stood up, a complex expression flashing in his golden eyes: "Ten thousand years have given me much to ponder, Grand Master. I am still a warrior, but I have learned to weigh the true cost of victory."
He pointed to the wounded being carried away: "Each of these warriors is a precious asset to the Imperium. Compared to these brave warriors, Angron is insignificant. Next time, I will kill him with my own hands!"
Just then, governor Dorn's voice came through the comms: "Lord Lion, what is the situation in Sector 74? Do you need additional reinforcements?"
"The crisis is temporarily averted; Angron has retreated," Lion replied, "Immediately dispatch medical teams and engineer units to Sector 74. We need to restore the defensive line before the enemy attacks again."
The front line was temporarily consolidated, and Defense Zone 74 regained its balance, but the Daemon army's attacks continued without cessation.
They were constantly launching attacks, using the planet as a battleground.
Meanwhile, after his confrontation with Angron, Lion had returned to the command center for treatment and to direct operations, not continuing to fight on the front lines.
He was waiting; he was waiting for Angron's second appearance. Only by staying in the command center could he provide timely support and allow his body to recover to its peak.
Suffering such a severe injury and a major setback at Angron's hands was something the Lion could not accept.
Time slowly passed as the Lion waited, until Angron reappeared in Sector 19 at noon the next day.
When Lion received the report of Angron's appearance in Sector 19 at the command center, he was having a pharmacist treat a wound on his neck.
The deep gash left by Angron's claws had almost penetrated the protective layer of his neck armor, just missing vital points.
Originally, such an injury shouldn't have required such a long treatment, but the Lion's physique was clearly different from that of ordinary people.
The Warp essence within him had awakened, and because of this, conventional medicines had little effect on him.
Therefore, treating him took even longer.
The medicines used for his treatment were all newly developed, specifically formulated for his unique physique.
Yet, even so, the injury had not fully recovered even now, two days later, though the Lion's armor had been replaced.
A suit of power armor crafted from necrodermis armor was worn by the Lion.
This power armor was completely different from the power armor used by Space Marines; its defensive capabilities were much stronger, as if he were wearing a neutron star.
Under the protection of this power armor, unless a Chaos Gods appeared directly, the corruption of Chaos could almost be ignored.
At the same time, the power armor also provided the user with powerful strength and speed amplification.
The Lion, clad in deep blue armor, now felt full of strength.
If he were to compare himself to his past self, he could at least defeat five of his former selves!
"He finally appeared," Lion's voice was surprisingly calm. He waved for the pharmacist to withdraw. "Notify the Sanguinary Guard; we depart in five minutes."
"This time I will not lose to him, and I will not let him escape again!" Lion declared, his words conveying a resolute determination that everyone understood clearly.
As Lion prepared to depart for support, Angron had already engaged the local Grey Knights and Custodians.
Six Custodians, cooperating with over twenty Grey Knights, launched a major battle against Angron.
Lion's thunderhawk gunship tore through the battle-reddened clouds of Nairus, heading straight for the Sector 19 battlefield. Through the viewport, he could clearly see the fierce battle below—six gold-armored Custodians and over twenty silver-armored Grey Knights locked in a desperate struggle with Angron.
The Daemon Primarch was even more berserk than two days prior, the butcher's nails flashing wildly behind his head, each swing of his chainaxe carrying the power to tear reality.
The Custodians, with their exquisite coordination, restrained Angron's offensive, while the Grey Knights continuously performed exorcism rituals to try and weaken the Daemon Primarch's power.
But Angron was even stronger than before.
One Grey Knight, with a moment's carelessness, was cut in half by the chainaxe.
Although the Custodians' spear thrusts could leave wounds on the Daemon Primarch, these wounds healed almost instantly.
The mighty gold-armored warriors were not as powerful when facing a Primarch who had fallen to Chaos as they were when slaughtering ordinary Space Marines.
"Prepare for aerial deployment!" Lion ordered the Sanguinary Guard. "This time, we must utterly end this threat."
The thunderhawk gunship swooped down, and when it was still ten meters from the ground, Lion leaped directly out of the hatch, his deep blue necrodermis armor gleaming with a cold light in the sunlight.
"Angron!" The Lion's roar thundered, "Your opponent is here!"
The Daemon Primarch spun around abruptly, his blood-red eyes narrowing: "You again, Lion? Coming to die with new toys?"
Lion did not reply; the lion sword was already drawn.
The top-tier power armor crafted from necrodermis armor granted him unprecedented agility, allowing him to close in on Angron almost instantly.
"Your speed..." Angron parried in surprise, only to find that Lion's strength was also much greater than before.
"More surprises to come, traitor," Lion said coldly, the lion sword striking repeatedly like lightning.
The necrodermis armor not only enhanced Lion's strength and speed but also provided far greater protection than before. When Angron's chainaxe struck the Lion's shoulder armor, it left not a single mark on the necrodermis alloy.
Only an almost invisible, neutron-level thin film peeled off, a film that could be practically disregarded.
"Cowardly fellow, are you afraid of me? To wear such a turtle shell, you are truly pathetic."
Seeing that his attack caused no damage to his opponent, Angron couldn't help but curse loudly.
He had just attacked with all his might, and it had no effect on the other's power armor. Wasn't this pure bullying?
Lion remained unmoving within his necrodermis armor; Angron's roar only intensified the battle intent in his golden eyes.
"This is not cowardice, Angron," the Lion's voice echoed through the armor, metallic and cold.
"Just as you ambushed me before, now it's time for you to experience what overwhelming defense feels like!"
the lion sword swung out again, its speed this time almost impossible for Angron to track.
The extraordinary agility granted to Lion by the necrodermis armor elevated his swordsmanship to an unprecedented level. The sword light flashed like lightning, leaving several bone-deep wounds on the Daemon Primarch.
"The blood god Khorne blesses me!" Angron roared furiously, his wounds healing at a visible rate, but new ones constantly appeared. "I am immortal!"
"There is no true immortality," Lion simply ignored the heavy blows of the chainaxe, which had no effect on the necrodermis armor.
The necrodermis armor remained completely still.
"Your attacks are truly pathetic. Put some effort into it, traitor; are you tickling me?"
While attacking, the Lion King did not forget to continue provoking his opponent with words, making him lose even more reason.
Lion's strategy succeeded, and under his verbal taunts, the battle intensified.
Angron's offensive became even more furious, but every heavy blow was rendered ineffective by the necrodermis armor.
Lion, meanwhile, was like a precise killing machine, each sword strike aimed at Angron's vital points.
Although hitting vital points would not directly kill Angron, the damage inflicted upon him was very real. Angron's attacks gradually weakened from their initial frenzied rampage.
After frantic efforts yielded no results, Angron made a move that no one had anticipated.
The Daemon Primarch suddenly abandoned all defense, spread his arms, and the butcher's nails emitted a dazzling red light.
Terrifying Warp energy began to converge, and the entire battlefield became heavy and distorted under the influence of the Warp energy.
A massive amount of energy converged on Angron's body; even Lion, wearing his necrodermis armor, felt the pressure.
It was an indescribable pressure, as a large amount of Chaos energy continuously entered Angron's body, strengthening him and making his aura more profound and dense.
The World Eaters Chaos Space Marines who appeared with Angron began to cheer wildly upon seeing the intense aura he continuously emitted.
"Blood god! Blood god! Blood god!" The World Eaters let out fervent war cries, their eyes bloodshot with a thirst for blood.
Angron's process of drawing Warp energy was like a dark ritual, driving all Chaos cultists to madness.
The Grey Knights immediately intensified their exorcism ritual, silver psionics barriers attempting to isolate the influx of Warp energy, but the power Angron absorbed was too immense, and cracks began to appear in the barrier.
During this process, even Lion tried to personally intervene and stop Angron, but it had no effect; when his weapon struck Angron, it was directly intercepted by blood-red energy.
Such a scene was naturally witnessed by Angron, and even as he was strengthening himself, he didn't forget to mock his brother.
"Lion! You can't do anything to me now!"
"Just wait, once I'm done, I'll kill you with my own hands, my brother."
The Grand Master of the Grey Knights shouted, "All Grey Knights, focus your psionics attack on the energy core!"
More than twenty Grey Knights simultaneously performed the exorcism ritual, their silver psionics piercing like a sword towards the energy core in Angron's chest.
But the Chaos energy was too powerful, and the psionics attack was like a stone sinking into the sea.
"It's useless!" Angron cackled, his body completely enveloped in blood-red energy. "The Khorne has blessed me! You... now you can do nothing but wait for death!"
Angron was so arrogant that the Grey Knights had no way to deal with him, and neither did Lion. Everyone could only watch as Angron completed his enhancement.
Khorne's blood-red energy surrounded Angron, making him even stronger.
At the same time, the weapon in his hand also became more terrifying, as a large amount of energy from Khorne entered the chainaxe in his hand.
This axe was now strengthened again; it could be considered a top-tier Chaos artifact.
Angron, holding his weapon, stepped out from the area of Warp energy enhancement, then swung his axe fiercely towards Lion.
Facing such an attack, Lion raised his weapon to block, but his block did not fully stop Angron's attack, and the chainaxe still struck his necrodermis armor.
The power armor, which Angron had been unable to damage before, now showed signs of damage.
A scratch appeared on the necrodermis armor; although it still couldn't completely cut through the power armor, it had caused damage.
"Lion, your turtle shell can't protect you anymore. Now, let's have a fair fight!" Angron roared, raising his weapon and chopping fiercely towards Lion.
With Khorne's power blessing him, Angron's combat strength was completely different from before; even Lion, empowered by his power armor, found it difficult to parry.
The moment the two clashed again, a huge shockwave was generated, pushing back the surrounding Grey Knights and Custodians a few steps.
Angron naturally wouldn't just attack Lion alone; as Lion quickly retreated, Angron again raised his axe and swung it down towards a nearby Custodian.
Although the Custodian reacted and raised his weapon to resist, the result was that he was split in two by Angron.
Even the Grey Knight next to him was affected.
A Grey Knight was also directly killed by him.
Lion witnessed the sacrifice of the Custodian and the Grey Knight, and cold fury ignited in his golden eyes. "Angron! Your opponent is me!"
Roaring, the Lion King swung his weapon again, but this strike again missed.
"Too slow, brother!" Angron cackled, tilting his head to dodge, and swept with an axe backhand.
"You're too slow, and you're too weak, so you can't stop me from slaughtering them!"
Angron mocked Lion while again swinging his weapon and killing another Grey Knight.
"Look at you, my brother, you continue to serve that hypocritical withered skeleton. Have you received any rewards? No, you have nothing."
"Look at me, look at me, your strength is so insignificant before me, almost negligible!"
Facing Angron's taunts, the fury in Lion's golden eyes instead settled into cold killing intent.
There was nothing he could do; his strength still had a gap compared to Angron's, even with the enhancement of the necrodermis armor, because he was old... Angron, almost unimpeded, launched another attack on the surrounding Grey Knights and Custodians, and even combined, the Custodians and Grey Knights were no match for Angron.
After just a few minutes of engagement, 4 Custodians and 6 Grey Knights had already fallen at Angron's hands.
Now he was even holding a Grey Knight by the neck, preparing to humiliate and execute him in front of Lion.
"My brother, abandon your cowardly thoughts and embrace Chaos. The gods are merciful, if only you are willing."
Angron, under the influence of the butcher's nails, should have been utterly mad, but now, at this point, he even had the presence of mind to persuade his brother to turn to Chaos.
"Impossible, you traitor!" Lion ignored his brother and instead swung his weapon again.
But just like before, his attack was easily parried by Angron.
"My brother, you are not my opponent, give up."
The current Angron was virtually unstoppable.
"I have tried to persuade you, but you are unwilling to pledge allegiance to the gods, so there is no need for you to live any longer."
Angron, rarely, offered persuasion, but he was still violent under the influence of the butcher's nails.
Thus, after the persuasion failed, Angron raised the weapon in his hand.
If his brother wouldn't be persuaded, then he would just kill him.
Angron raised his axe high, preparing to kill Lion with a single blow.
As he was about to swing down fiercely and cleave off the Lion's head, a psionic lightning bolt struck from high above, shattering his chainaxe into fragments.
The immense impact even sent Angron flying directly, and he rolled repeatedly, getting a mouthful of dirt.
"Who is it!"
"Who dares to step forward!"
Angron roared, wanting the person who attacked him to reveal themselves.