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Chapter 537 Zabril
Zabril was one of the original five thousand Astartes created by the Emperor. Born from the geneseed of Llane, they inherited names from ancient Terran legends and were commanders of the legions.
They were known as the Uncrowned Princes; they were primordial, pure, powerful, and innocent. The tactics that other legions prided themselves on were originally put into practice by them.

When they launched their decapitation strike against the Mutant King in the dark caves of Pluto, Shadowmoon Wolves had yet to reclaim the Emperor's head.

While they moved like lightning under the dim starlight of the Oort Cloud, the White Scar warriors were just beginning to learn how to ride motorcycles.
As they slaughtered their distant relatives, so far removed from humanity, on Proxima Centauri, the World Eaters were unaware of the true form of rage.

The legions may have surpassed the uncrowned princes in these tactics, but the uncrowned princes were always the ones who first laid the groundwork for these tactics.

But as Primarchs returned one by one, and as legions welcomed their fathers, the glory of the Uncrowned Prince gradually paled in comparison to that of the other legions.

Who speaks of Horus and the Shadowmoon Wolf without reverence? Who speaks of Horus and the Space Wolf without fear? Who speaks of Guilliman and the Ultramarines without marveling at their ambition?

Thus, the uncrowned prince was left behind by the other legions, losing his glory and becoming uncertain of where his honor lay.
After countless days and nights of anticipation, the lion returned to his legion.
He wants to give them true honor.

Zabril witnessed the return of the lion, and together with the uncrowned princes, he knelt on one knee to swear allegiance to the lion that came from the forest.
No one doubted the Lion's rule, for the Lion was like the embodiment of their legion. Every warrior believed that the First Legion was forever pure, and the Lion was the embodiment of the legion, the longest, first, and purest of all.
He is the Legion, the uncrowned prince. No, he is the father the Dark Angel deserves.

The Lion has reshaped the Legion, forging it into a fierce and deadly blade. No one knows the exact structure of the First Legion, but no one can doubt its danger and lethality. The Dark Angels have regained the awe of both allies and enemies.

Until the Sarosh betrayal occurred, every Dark Angel knew that the Sarosh had attempted to assassinate the Primarch with nuclear weapons, but they ultimately failed.

But then, suddenly, inexplicably, and seemingly unrelated, things happened: the Primarch dismantled the Legion, demanding that Luther lead a portion of the Astartes, including Zabril, back to Caliban to train new recruits.

Zabril felt alienated from Kaliban, and he couldn't appreciate its wild scenery. He felt it wasn't as grand as Terra, as awe-inspiring as Macuragh, as beautiful as Prospero, nor as breathtaking as the ice and fire of Fenris, nor as soul-cleansing as the grasslands and sky of Chogoris.

He didn't have much affection for Luther either; in his eyes, Luther wasn't a respectable commander. Furthermore, Zabril keenly sensed that this strange transfer likely stemmed from a conflict between Luther and Lane. Zabril was simply suffering an undeserved misfortune because of his position.
Especially when the Lion didn't even leave Caliban a single ship, imprisoning Zabril and the rest of the Dark Angels on Caliban,
This was undoubtedly an exile. While others among the stars were receiving honors, Zabril was left to do nothing but train new recruits on Caliban.
Then came the great rebellion, a time when chaotic news flew everywhere. Who betrayed the empire, and who remained loyal to the Emperor—no one knew.

Some say Guilliman has betrayed Terra by establishing his own power base; others say Sanguis has been crowned emperor; still others say Lane is supplying weapons to the traitor Peturabo; some say Lane has become Guilliman's watchdog; and some even say Lane is bombing Macragge. In short, all sorts of rumors are mixed together, making it truly difficult to discern the truth.

Until Ryan's fleet suddenly returned to Caliban, blocking the tracks.

Then tragedy struck.
Zabril is still unsure whether Luther fired first or Ryan fired the first shot.
The entire world began to burn, just like the planets that had been destroyed by the First Legion.
Zabril watched as the recruits he had trained donned power armor for the first time, but to fight against their Gene Father.

He watched as Ryan descended upon Caliban in a rage, slaughtering his offspring and staining the earth with blood.
After countless days and nights of anticipation, the lion finally returned to his legion.
This time, he brought not honor, but only death.

The lions told them to die.

Then everything became chaotic in Zabril's mind. He only knew that the planet exploded, spacetime was disordered, and when he woke up, he was already ten thousand years in the future.
The empire has become corrupt, the emperor has been worshipped as a god, and Llane has disappeared without a trace. The Dark Angels are now indiscriminately hunting him down, and Luther has inexplicably appeared, demanding that he obey his orders. However, Zabril keenly senses Luther's strangeness and realizes that Luther is cooperating with Erebas. So Zabril secretly makes connections, using the former uncrowned prince as the core, and wins over some of the fallen angels.

On the Blessed Lady, Zabril led a group of fallen angels in a betrayal, stabbing Luther in the back.
Although he was still unaware of the conflict between Luther and Lane, and of what had happened back then, he knew for certain that he remained loyal to the Emperor.
Before becoming a dark angel, he was first and foremost an uncrowned prince, whose only loyalty was to humanity and the emperor.

Later, he and the other fallen angels inexplicably arrived in this deep void, were sent into this star fortress, and were stripped of their weapons and placed under control.

Zabril understood their choice—the composition of the fallen angels was too chaotic, with loyal, neutral, and rebellious individuals intertwined, making it impossible to determine who was the enemy and who was the friend.

But Zabril still demanded a chance to prove his loyalty, to prove he was still a warrior of the Emperor, and to wear his own weapon again, even though the chainsword was one he had stolen from the Dark Angels who were besieging him, and was in a terrible condition.

It seems that Zabril's demands have been met today.

He heard footsteps leading to the area where they, the fallen angels, were imprisoned.
Several Ultramarines opened the hatch and demanded that Zabril emerge alone.

They took Zabrel to a training field and then left, abandoning Zabrel there alone.

Soon after, Zabril heard heavy footsteps approaching, and the hatch slowly opened, releasing the scent of forest earth.

A figure wearing a robe and hood emerged from behind the hatch, carrying two swords in his hands.
One was a regular training sword, and the other was Zabril's chainsaw sword.

“Pick it up.” The hooded figure tossed the chainsaw sword to Zabril’s feet and said in an unquestionable tone.

Zabril recognized the owner of the voice.

Even though the voice had aged and deepened considerably, Zabril would never forget it.

"Father."

Zabril murmured softly, then:
"No, it's you, you traitor!"

(End of this chapter)