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Chapter 699 The Wisdom of the Older Generation of Lion Trainers

Ryan El-Jonson turned his head and looked at Azrael, who was trying to leave silently.
Azrael moved with lightning speed, like a black kitten fleeing from a terrifying beast, tiptoeing and trembling slightly, as if he would collapse to the ground, paws in the air, belly exposed, begging for mercy should he be discovered.
Needless to say, Azrael knew this behavior was escapism, even bordering on disloyalty to his genetic father. But after facing the lion firsthand, Azrael had to admit a fact.
He was simply afraid.

When faced with the lion, all excuses and justifications vanished. Only pure fear surged within Azrael; he simply couldn't muster the courage to confront the lion.

Leave quietly; those who are shooting should not be allowed to do so.
"Where do you want to go?" A somber voice rang out, and a hand covered in dark green armor placed on Azrael's shoulder.

Azrael's power armor instantly caved in, a sharp pain surging from his shoulder, mixed with the terrifying fear emanating from the person behind him. Azrael's knees buckled, and half of his body collapsed, while the other half was lifted high by Lion.
With his other hand, Llane reached out and grabbed Azrael's helmet, squeezing it open with a sudden burst of force. The helmet shattered. The man who appeared somewhat like Llane, but lacking the typical gloom of the Caliban, instead possessed a Fenrisian-like savagery, and a strange sense of humor in his eyes, revealed a face that resembled Llane's.
Many members of the Warband have remarked that Azrael's personality isn't quite that of a dark angel. He often enjoys making playful jokes, and his words and actions carry a strange sense of humor. He likes to provoke and tease his teammates and enemies. Azrael has always considered it one of his responsibilities to lighten the gloomy atmosphere of the Warband.

However, Azrael felt that he couldn't change the current atmosphere no matter what he did.
Azrael faced the lion's face, a deeply awkward smile playing on his lips.

He felt death approaching at breakneck speed, and Azrael felt he had to say something, for it might very well be his last words, his final testament.

But looking at the lion's face hidden behind its grey-gold beard, Azrael's mind went blank for a moment. Finally, he slightly opened his mouth...
“Radiant, Father,” Azrael blurted out.

"Ha!" The lion let out a furious roar, its scorching killing intent making Azrael's skin sting. In Azrael's eyes, the lion's figure grew larger and larger until it filled the entire space, transforming into a ferocious Caliban behemoth. Its breath turned into scalding hot winds, hitting Azrael's face and causing his skin to sting.
Azrael saw the lion raise its fist. In Azrael's eyes, death was inevitable. Who could stop a Primarch's murderous intent?

Hurel swung his sword to meet the attack, the sharp blade slicing through the air and blocking the lion's fist. The finely crafted power sword twisted and deformed under the Primarch's fist.
Even so, Horel did indeed block the lion's punch. Azrael couldn't help but look astonished. He looked at Horel's back as if he were not looking at a brother of the same era, but at a hero of a great expedition.

The lion, however, seemed less shocked and slowly moved its fist away.

"Get out of the way," the lion said in an unquestionable tone.

Herrell shifted his body slightly to the side, adopting a half-hearted stance.
Hurley understood that he could not refuse the enraged lion, as that would only further provoke it and make it even more unpersuasive. However, completely yielding to the lion was also not feasible. He had to find the perfect balance between refusal and compliance.
“My lord, I fought alongside him for months, and I can assure you of his loyalty. His retreat was solely out of fear.”

Huller wasn't a fool; he realized the lion's rage had a reason, but he deliberately feigned bewilderment, pretending that Ryan's fury stemmed from his brother's cowardice and retreat.
"As fallen angels, we have been hunted by the current Dark Angels Chapter for ten thousand years. Caution is ingrained in our bones, and it is difficult for us to accept the change in our status in a short time. You may not know how cruelly we have been hunted, especially in recent years, since the new chapter leader named Azrael took office, their methods have become more and more ruthless."

Hearing Harel's words, Azrael tilted his head slightly, his eyes flickering.

The lion's expression changed slightly; although its anger hadn't subsided much, it was no longer as ferocious as before.

Success! Hurley breathed a sigh of relief. This was a method Luther had taught him many years ago—truly the wisdom of the older generation of lion tamers.

However, Ryan's expression at this moment felt somewhat unfamiliar to Herle. Ryan's gaze towards Herle was strange, even a little mocking.
This was very unfamiliar to Herrell; he had almost never seen a lion show such an expression.

“He is Azrael,” the lion said, raising his voice slightly.

“…?” Herrell tilted his head slightly, seemingly not quite understanding what the lion was saying.

"He is not a fallen angel, he is Azrael who persecuted you," the lion said with a sneer.

Herrell froze, staring intently at Azrael, whose gaze was shifting.

“I’m only doing this for the benefit of the chapter, to protect the secrets of the Dark Angels, brother. There are only a few fallen angels like you who remain loyal and are willing to turn back.” Azrael smiled bitterly and said, “The Unforgiven are indeed becoming more and more extreme, but I am actually a moderate and have tried my best to suppress it to prevent it from becoming too extreme.”

“You are right.” Harrel sighed softly, nodding in agreement with Azrael’s words, then looked at the Lion: “My lord, I do indeed have some resentment towards him, but he truly shouldn’t have died for it. The fault lies not with him, but with fate. It was Caliban’s destruction that tore our legions apart, reducing us to a state of mutual slaughter. It is not the fault of one person alone.”

“He destroyed Caliban,” Ryan said calmly.

"Huh?" Horel looked at Ryan in confusion. What was the lion talking about? There was no way Azrael could be involved in the destruction of Caliban.

When Azrael was born, Caliban had already been destroyed for nearly ten thousand years. How could he possibly have been born?
Harrel looked at Azrael and sensed his unease and wavering. Harrel's keen observation and judgment, honed by the Dark Angel gene seed and extensive training, instantly confirmed his suspicions.
The lion was not joking; the true culprit behind Caliban's destruction was indeed Azrael.

"ha!!!"

Harrel let out a low growl, and the blade in his hand, twisted by the Lion's Fist, slashed directly at Azrael's face.
The power sword was damaged, leaving a deep, bloody gash on Azrael's face, but it hadn't killed him.

Harrel threw down his power sword and punched Azrael in the face. The sound of bones breaking came from under Azrael's skin. He staggered back a few steps, only to be grabbed by Harrel.

“What exactly did you do?” Horel roared. “I had no choice,” Azrael said hoarsely. “What choice did I have? Cypher, Cypher gathered the three ancient artifacts and tore open a rift in spacetime, leading to Caliban, where a battle was taking place ten thousand years ago.”

“I wanted to follow in Cipher’s footsteps and reverse the past to change the outcome of Caliban’s destruction, but Ezekiel judged from the prophecy that Cipher would lead the fallen angels back to the past to murder the lion, create an army of fallen angels, destroy Caliban, and make the past even worse.”

“If we don’t stop him, everything will be irreversible. I can only choose to destroy that spacetime rift. How could I have imagined that the collapsed spacetime rift would actually tear apart the past of Caliban time and fate? It’s like a snake biting its own tail, and it’s closed in this way.”

“No!” Horel interrupted Azrael: “You’re saying that Cypher wants to go back in time, murder the Lion, bring back an army of fallen angels, and destroy Caliban?”

“No, that’s impossible. I know Cipher. Although I don’t know his true purpose, based on my understanding of him, this is definitely not what he wants.”

Azrael's expression wavered for a moment.
"Yes, Siegfried's prophecies are almost never wrong. He truly saw it. He saw Cipher heading towards that spacetime rift, then he saw the lion's figure burning in flames, he saw the fallen angel legion born from the roaring warp storm, he saw Caliban shattered."

“Wait, the Lion is mortally wounded, the Fallen Angel is born, Caliban is destroyed—this…” Horel interrupted Azrael, “this…this is true history, this is everything you have accomplished.”

Azrael's eyes widened slightly, the lion's eyebrows twitched slightly, and Horel's expression twisted.
"Oh!" The three dark angels exclaimed in unison, as if suddenly realizing something.

This is a classic example of a self-fulfilling prophecy. All three are knowledgeable and experienced, and now that they have the information, they naturally understand its significance. After all, this is not without precedent.

The Eldar once made a classic example of a self-fulfilling prophecy: they foresaw that Angron would grow into a Khorne Primarch who would bring endless slaughter, so they didn't hesitate to intercept and kill the young Angron, only to be killed by the young Angron in return.

However, Angron was severely damaged by the Eldar's actions and was eventually captured by the slave owners of Nuthria, leading to all the tragedies that followed and the birth of Angron, the Primarch of Khorne.

The same logic applies to Ezekiel's prophecy. It wasn't Cipher's return to the past that caused the Lion's demise, the birth of the fallen angels, and the destruction of Caliban; rather, it was Azrael's prevention of Cipher's return that led to this tragedy.
The ouroboros bit its own tail.
"What does Cipher want to do by going back in time?"

Azrael's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a slightly frightened tone:

"He couldn't possibly be thinking of going back to save the lions, to save Caliban, could he?"

“It’s not impossible.” Herrell’s tone was tinged with an indescribable emotion.

Azrael's expression was complex, but he also realized that...
The burden on his shoulders seemed to lighten instantly.

On the contrary, it was Ezekiel. Ezekiel, what kind of heinous prophecy did you make?
"But this is ultimately just speculation. Whether it is your fault, Ezekiel's fault, or Cipher's fault remains to be seen."

Herrell turned his gaze to the lion.
The lion's face was no longer as furious as before. He said nothing, only nodded slightly, and turned his head to look in the direction of the flesh-and-blood psionic lighthouse, as if he sensed something in that direction.
He made a fighting gesture, signaling Hriel and Azrael to follow.

Azrael breathed a slight sigh of relief. Harrel took the replacement power sword from the mini-Dora that appeared from the void, while simultaneously and swiftly giving Azrael a hand signal.

“You should be grateful that I saved your life,” Herael said to Azrael in sign language.

Azrael paused for a moment, then his eyes widened slightly.

It all comes down to the wisdom of the older generation of lion trainers!
Fugen could also vaguely sense a kind of call emanating from within that flesh-and-blood spire—a call from the depths of his genetic sequence.

Something powerful is being born; that thing uses his genetic sequence, but it is not just using his genetic sequence.

Twenty, a full twenty prototype gene sequences are mixing and reshaping into one unified entity.
The genetic sequences of the Primarchs all originated from the Emperor. If the sequences of twenty Primarchs were to merge together, what would be born?

With just a little thought, Fugen could figure out the answer to this question and understand what the swarm was hatching.
Fugen was heartbroken, believing that his failure had led to the Blood Stack falling into the hands of the Hive's will.

He was unaware that all of this was part of Zhou Yun's plan.
The possibility of Fu Gen falling into depravity was fifty-fifty, a fact Zhou Yun never concealed and told Fu Gen directly. However, Zhou Yun did not inform Fu Gen of some crucial matters.
Especially lately, Zhou Yun has been sharing less and less information with Fu Gen, and Fu Gen has naturally noticed this. This has caused him some fear.
Have I already embarked on the path of depravity?
Fabius's words sent chills down Fuchs's spine.

Indeed, if he were truly a perfect creation, then theoretically he should be exactly the same as the real Forgrim. The closer he gets to perfection, the closer he gets to Forgrim, doesn't he?

In the end, did he and Forgrim really still have a clear distinction between themselves?
He needed to at least make up for his past failures before his fateful moment arrived.
But just as Fugen was about to head into the flesh-and-blood spire, he suddenly felt as if his body was wading through slime, and a sticky, obscene laugh slowly rose in his ears.

At the same time, a distorted, extreme singing voice, like a mixture of millions of noises, rang out. Fugen seemed to see a woman with blue hair and wearing a thin veil singing in front of him.
Some memories were awakened in his mind, and he remembered the name of the song: "Malavilla," the song of the fallen phoenix.
(End of this chapter)