Warhammer 40: From the League of Humans to Warhammer

Page 102

Upon witnessing this scene, the lion's eyes blazed with fire.

In the time it took for Leon to arrive, more than 300 Space Marines had already fallen to the ground and become corpses.

"Angron!" Leon's roar echoed across the battlefield like thunder. He leaped directly from the sky, his golden power armor drawing a dazzling line of light through the smoke.

The Primarch whirled around, his blood-red eyes narrowing. He tossed aside the mangled Space Marine corpse in his hand, and the chainsaw axe "Fleshcutter" emitted an even wilder hum.

"Leon..." Angloon's twisted face revealed a sinister grin, "Finally, you're no longer hiding in your safe command center?"

The lion landed steadily, the lion sword was already drawn, and the energy field hummed.

He didn't attack immediately, but instead glanced at the carnage around him—shattered power armor, scattered limbs, and blood staining the ground. Every scene of carnage fueled his rage.

"Angel of Forgiveness, cooperate with the local Space Marines to wipe out the World Eaters," Leon calmly ordered. "This traitor is mine."

The Angels of Mercy immediately dispersed, their deep green figures piercing the Chaos Space Marines' lines like sharp swords.

Meanwhile, the Imperial warriors around them spontaneously retreated, making room for the duel between the two Primarchs.

Angron laughed wildly and launched the first attack, his chainsaw axe slashing down on Leon with devastating force.

The lion did not take the blow head-on, but nimbly dodged to the side, and the lion sword slashed towards Angron's exposed side belly.

"You're still as cunning as ever, Leon!" Angron roared, retracting his axe to parry. "Aren't you afraid to take my attack head-on?"

"Fighting is not a gladiator spectacle, Angron." Leon's voice was as cold as ice. "You'll never understand that."

The two Primarchs clashed again, and the shockwaves from their weapons shook even the warriors in the distance.

Leon's swordsmanship was exquisite, each strike precise and deadly; Angron's power was incredibly violent, each axe blow carrying the force to tear everything apart.

However, these attacks that tear everything apart are almost impossible to land on Leon.

"Do you know, Leon?" Angron hissed during the clash, "Every time the Butcher's Nail pierces, I see the fate of each of you—broken, tormented, desperate!"

The lion did not answer, but suddenly changed tactics, charging forward with its lion sword aimed straight for Angron's chest. The demonic principality barely managed to block the attack with the hilt of its axe, but the tip of the sword still pierced through his breastplate.

Dark blood gushed out, but the wound began to heal almost immediately.

"See that?" Angron laughed maniacally. "The Blood God has granted me immortal power! You can't hurt me, Leon!"

Leon calmly retreated, dodging a sweeping attack: "There is no true immortality, Angron. All you have now is eternal enslavement."

The battle intensified, with the two Primarchs moving at speeds far exceeding what ordinary people could perceive.

Leon gradually gained the upper hand; his swordsmanship was clearly superior to Angron's ferocious but disorganized attacks.

After several clashes, Angron had several wounds on his body. Although they were healing quickly, each healing seemed to make him more manic.

"Don't move, traitor!" Angron roared, launching an even more frenzied attack. "Let me offer your head to the Blood God!"

Just then, the sound of new engines came from the sky. Three silver-gray Thunderhawk gunships were approaching, their fuselages emblazoned with the insignia of the Gray Knights.

Angron glanced at the sky, his attack momentarily hesitant.

Leon keenly seized this opening, and his Lion Sword pierced out like lightning, precisely striking Angron's axe-wielding wrist.

The Primarch let out a painful roar, and the chainsaw axe "Fleshcutter" fell from his hand to the ground.

Surprisingly, instead of picking up the weapon, he used his injured hand to grab directly at Leon's throat.

"Lion King, be careful!" a pardoning angel shouted a warning.

Leon retreated in time, but Angron's fingertips still left deep scratches on his neck armor.

"You've forgotten, Leon," Angron hissed, his injured wrist already healing, "I am the weapon."

Angron wanted to continue his advance and deliver an even greater blow to the lion, but just as he was about to step forward, he was attacked by a barrage of explosive weapons.

The Grey Knights jumped off the Thunder Gunship and came to Leon's side, drawing their weapons. Dozens of Golden Armor Warriors also appeared there.

Thanks to Zhou Qing's presence, the speed of human support far exceeded Chaos's expectations.

After all, this is the 108th world of the Misty Starfield, so both the Imperial Guard and the Grey Knights have troops stationed here.

The speed at which Grey Knights and Imperial Guards were transferred from other places to provide support far exceeded everyone else's expectations.

After a large number of Imperial Guards and Grey Knights appeared around Leon, even though Angron was somewhat out of his mind, he knew very well that it was no longer time to continue fighting.

"This is not the end, Leon!" the Primarch roared, leaping backward. "We will meet again! Next time, I will offer your head as a goblet to the Blood God!"

Angron roared in despair, and a crimson warp rift tore open behind him. Chaos energy surged forth like a tidal wave, engulfing the demonic Primarch.

"In the name of the Emperor, do not even think about escaping!" The Grey Knight Grand Master raised his Nemesis Force Field Halberd high, his silver armor gleaming in the eerie light.

But just as the Grey Knights were about to perform the exorcism ritual, Leon raised his hand to stop them.

"There's no need to lay a hand on him." The lion's voice was icy cold.

"You can't do anything to him; he's not someone you can deal with like this."

All the warriors looked at Primarch Angron in surprise, then paused for a moment before bursting into mocking laughter: "Looks like even you're afraid, Leon!"

Leon did not respond, but simply watched as Angron's figure was gradually swallowed by the warp rift.

Only after the last trace of crimson disappeared did he turn to face the Gray Knight Grand Mentor.

"Explain your decision, Primarch." The Grey Knight Grandmaster's voice came through the helmet, tinged with obvious confusion.

"We had the opportunity to eliminate him here and put him back in his warp prison."

The lion's gaze swept across the ravaged battlefield: "Look around, Grand Master. Our warriors are dying, and the lines need to be secured."

How confident are you that you can exile him?

The Gray Knight Grandmaster remained silent. Although they could perform an exorcism ritual to influence Angron, they weren't even 20% confident of success.

The Grey Knight didn't speak again, so Leon didn't continue talking to him.

Instead, he walked over to a wounded Space Marine lying on the ground and knelt down to check his injuries.

The soldier's breastplate was completely torn off, but he still showed faint signs of life.

"Pharmacist, this needs urgent treatment!" Leon shouted, completely ignoring the wound on his neck armor.

This unexpected move stunned everyone.

The Grey Knights exchanged surprised glances; this was completely different from the Lion King they had described in their intelligence.

The Angels of Mercy were the first to react and immediately began organizing battlefield rescue and reorganization of the defensive line.

Soon, the entire front line of District 74 was mobilized—rescuing the wounded, reinforcing fortifications, and taking stock of casualties.

The Grey Knight Grandmaster approached Leon and said in a low voice, "Please forgive my intrusion, Your Excellency, but this is not the lion I have heard of. Legend has it that you value... strategic objectives more than individual casualties."

Leon stood up, a complex expression flashing in his golden eyes: "Ten thousand years have allowed me to ponder many things, 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: "Every one of these warriors is a precious asset to the Empire. Compared to these valiant warriors, Angron is insignificant. Next time, I will kill him with my own hands!"

Just then, Governor Dorne's voice came through the communicator: "Your Excellency, what's the situation in Sector 74? Should we send additional support?"

"The crisis is temporarily averted; Angron has retreated," Leon replied. "Immediately dispatch medical teams and engineering units to Sector 74. We need to restore the defensive line before the enemy attacks again."

Chapter 155 Angron's Last Gamble

The battle lines were temporarily consolidated, and the 74th defense zone was once again in balance, but the demon army's attacks did not stop.

Using planets as their battlegrounds, they are launching continuous attacks.

Meanwhile, after his encounter with Angron, Leon returned to the command post to receive treatment and direct the battle, instead of continuing to fight on the front lines.

He was waiting, waiting for Angron to appear a second time. Only by staying in the command center could he provide timely support and allow his body to recover to its peak condition.

To suffer such a severe injury and a great loss at the hands of Angron is not something a lion can accept.

Time passed slowly as the lion waited, until Angron reappeared in District 19 at noon on the second day.

When Leon received a report of Angron appearing in District 19 at the command post, he was treating a wound on his neck with a pharmacist.

The deep scratch left by Angron's claws almost pierced through the protective layer of the neck armor, narrowly missing a vital spot.

Normally, injuries like this shouldn't require such a long treatment period, but the male lion's physique is clearly different from that of an ordinary person.

The subspace essence within the body has awakened, which is why conventional drugs have little effect on it.

Therefore, treating him would actually take longer.

The medications used to treat him were all newly developed and specifically formulated for his condition.

Even so, the injury has not fully healed even two days later, although the lion's armor has been replaced.

A set of power armor made from Zero Element Armor was put on the lion.

This power armor is completely different from the power armor used by Space Marines; its defensive capabilities are much stronger, as if wearing a neutron star.

Under the protection of this power armor, unless the Chaos God appears before them, the corruption of Chaos can be almost ignored.

The time-powered armor can also provide the user with a powerful boost to strength and speed.

The lion, clad in deep blue armor, now felt full of power.

If you compare him to his past self, he could beat at least five of his past selves!

“He has finally appeared.” Leon’s voice was surprisingly calm. He waved for the apothecary to leave. “Notify the Angels of Forgiveness to depart in five minutes.”

"This time I will not lose to him, and I will not let him escape again!" Leon said, and everyone could clearly hear the determination in his words.

As Nan'an prepared to set off to provide support, Angron had already clashed with the Grey Knights and the Imperial Guard in the area.

Six Imperial Guards, along with more than 20 Grey Knights, engaged in a fierce battle with Angron.

Leon's Thunderhawk gunboat broke through the war-torn clouds of Nairrus and headed straight for the battlefield of District 19. Through the porthole, he could clearly see the fierce battle below—six golden-armored guards and more than twenty silver-armored gray knights were engaged in a desperate fight with Angron.

The Primarch was even more ferocious than two days ago, the Butcher's Nail flashing wildly behind his head, and each swing of the chainsaw axe carried the power to tear reality apart.

The Imperial Guards coordinated perfectly to hold back Angron's offensive, while the Grey Knights continuously performed exorcism rituals in an attempt to weaken the Primarch's power.

But Angron is more powerful than before.

One of the Grey Knights was cut in half at the waist by a chainsaw axe when he was not careful.

Although the Royal Guard's spears could leave wounds on the Primarch, these wounds healed almost instantly.

Even the mighty golden-armored warriors were not as powerful as they were when slaughtering ordinary Space Marines when facing the Primarch who had fallen into chaos.

"Prepare for the airdrop!" Leon ordered the Angels of Mercy Guard. "This time, we must completely eliminate this threat."