Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 719 The Battle of Kamas 16
Lion King Leon ignored the surrounding chaos and walked straight toward Serafax.

Any Chaos warrior who tried to stop him, whether Terminator or follower, was reduced to fragments by his casually swung "Loyalty" sword.

His steps were steady and firm, like a mountain moving, unstoppable.

Serafax roared, no longer hoping that his subordinates could stop the Primarch.

He made a grasping motion with both hands, and two psionic swords, formed from pure fel energy and burning with green flames, appeared in his hands.

He leaped from the throne, fueled by millennia of resentment and madness, and pounced on the Lion King.

"For the Dark Gods!"

The psionic sword and the power sword "Loyalty" collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar and a blinding flash of energy.

The dark green evil energy clashed violently with the power of order contained within the "Loyalty" sword, creating a chaotic energy turbulence that sent several nearby warriors who were fighting flying.

Therafax's power far surpasses that of ordinary Chaos Lords; the blessing of Chaos over millennia has granted him brute force sufficient to briefly rival the Primarch.

His attacks were ferocious and swift, his twin swords wielding to create a deadly green curtain of light, each strike containing soul-tearing malice and corrosive psionic energy.

But Lion King Leon's swordsmanship was honed on countless battlefields during the most glorious, and also the darkest, years of human empire's expeditions.

His movements were concise and efficient, without any unnecessary frills.

Every parry, every dodge, every counterattack was executed with the precision of a mechanical clock.

He seemed to be able to predict every move Serafax made, and the "Loyalty" sword would always appear in the most appropriate position to parry or deflect the opponent's attack.

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

Serafax's fury gradually proved powerless in the face of the Lion King's cold rationality.

Although his psionic sword was powerful, it could not break through "Loyalty's" defense. Instead, with each collision, his own psionic energy was constantly being worn down by the power of order.

"Is this all you've got, you traitor?" The Lion King's voice remained calm amidst the fierce exchange. "Ten thousand years of betrayal, and all you've gained is this illusory power?"

Serafax let out a humiliated roar, abandoning his defense and thrusting his twin swords at the Lion King's breastplate in a desperate attempt to take him down with him.

It's a trap, and a desperate gamble.

Lion King Leon's eyes narrowed. Instead of retreating to block, he suddenly turned to the side, letting a psionic sword graz his shoulder armor, sending sparks flying.

At the same time, his left hand shot out with lightning speed and accurately grabbed Serafax's other wrist that was holding the sword!

The immense force instantly froze Serafax's movements.

He stared incredulously at the Lion King, trying to break free, but the Primarch's grip was as unyielding as a hydraulic clamp.

"Your betrayal ends here."

The Lion King held the "Loyalty" sword in his right hand, its intent to sever everything drawing a cold arc of light from bottom to top.

The sword sliced ​​through the Chaos Power Armor on Therafax's chest without any resistance, cutting into the flesh and bones beneath, until it cleaved him in two!

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The rage and madness on Serafax's face froze, replaced by a utter, incredulous bewilderment.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only foul blood gushed out.

The next second, the body, cleaved in two, fell to the left and right. Chaotic energy erupted uncontrollably from his mangled form, creating a brief psionic storm that quickly dissipated. The leader of the Thousand-Eyed Warband, the fallen angel Serafax, was confirmed dead.

With his death, the morale of the remaining Chaos Guardians on the bridge collapsed instantly and was quickly wiped out by the relentless attacks of the Deathwing Terminator.

Lion King Leon flicked away non-existent filth from the "Loyalty" sword, his gaze sweeping across the blasphemous bridge: "Cleanse this ship, purify all filth."

"For the Lion King and Caliban!" Grand Master Belial accepted the order with a hand on his chest.
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Ground level, the central square of Hera City.

Leona and her squad moved like ghosts along the edge of the chaotic battlefield.

The Blood Angels' frontal assault and the Ravenwings' feints on the flanks drew the attention of most of the enemy forces, allowing their elite assassination squad to quickly approach the pyramid constructed of bones and twisted metal under the cover of ruins and smoke.

The closer you get to the pyramids, the more severe the chaos pollution becomes.

The air was as thick as blood, and the thin film of organic matter covering the ground pulsed as if it were alive.

The whispers echoed directly in my brain, attempting to erode my will.

The Holy Blood Angels and Ravenwing Warriors who followed Leona were under immense mental pressure, but they gritted their teeth, their eyes were firm, and they followed in Leona's footsteps.

The pyramid is surrounded by a ring of boiling blood pools, with only a few narrow paths made of congealed blood and bones for passage.

Several Chaos Wizards and Champion Guardians, clad in heavy armor and radiating powerful psionic energy, stood at the entrance to the path.

"Quickly finish this," Leona whispered, making a hand gesture.

The squad members immediately spread out, and the bomb guns and plasma guns opened fire simultaneously, accurately covering the guards.

A Chaos Wizard attempted to erect a psionic shield, but a molten beam of light from a Ravenwing Elite instantly vaporized him and the shield together.

Caught off guard, the other guards were quickly eliminated by the concentrated firepower.

Without pausing, Leona took the lead on the uncomfortable path leading to the top of the pyramid.

Her steps were firm, and the golden light from the Lion King's Sword dispelled the suffocating stench around her.

Gorg, at the top of the pyramid, clearly noticed the commotion below.

He stopped chanting, turned around, and pointed his mutated scythe-like arm at Leona, who was climbing rapidly, letting out a shriek that was beyond human comprehension.

"Intruder! Disruptor of the ritual, die!"

He swung his scythe-like arm, and a dark green shockwave carrying a strong corrosive energy swept towards Leona.

Leona didn't take the hit head-on. Instead, she nimbly leaped to the side, and the shockwave grazed her figure as it struck the skeleton on the side of the pyramid, instantly corroding and melting a large area of ​​it.

She kept moving and continued sprinting upwards.

Gorger swung his scythe arm repeatedly, unleashing waves of corrosive energy and psionic lightning at Leona in an attempt to stop her from getting closer.

At the same time, he began to summon the pyramid's own defenses—some vengeful spirits imprisoned in the skeletons emerged with wails and pounced on the intruders.

The warriors who followed Leona fought valiantly against the vengeful spirit, using explosives and weapons imbued with faith to drive it away.

Leona, like a petrel darting through a storm, dodged Gorg's ranged attacks with astonishing speed and anticipation, and the distance between the two was rapidly closing.

(End of this chapter)