lcionline Chapter 386: First Victory Against "Kahn"
Chapter 386: First Victory Against "Kahn"
**The outer defense line of Bright Fortress—"The Battlefield of Bloodshed"**
The chaotic fleet surged in like a black tide, its cannon fire tearing through the void, and the corrupted energy of the warp exploding crimson cracks in the real universe. Abaddon's Black Legion sat firmly in the center, the Thousand Sons' sorcerers weaving reality-distorting spells, and the Death Guard's plague gunships spewing corrosive venom—this was a meticulously planned symphony of destruction.
However, within this seemingly orderly yet chaotic army, a ferocious warband charged at the forefront like a wild beast out of control—
**Angron and his World Eaters.**
"For the Blood God! For the Skull King!" Angron's roar even drowned out the sound of cannon fire. He stood at the bow, the Butcher's Nail flashing wildly in his mind, his bloodlust making him completely ignore Abaddon's tactical orders. His boarding torpedoes rained down on the outer defenses of the Light Fortress, and the World Eaters laughed wildly as they swung their chain axes, tearing the Imperial defenders to shreds.
Abaddon roared in fury aboard the flagship: "That madman! He's ruined everything!"
But it was too late—Angron himself boarded the ship, leading his most frenzied, bloodthirsty berserkers, and stormed straight into the heart of the Light Fortress.
In the central plaza of Bright Fortress, Angron's boarding pod crashed down like a meteorite. The moment the hatch exploded, twelve Imperial Guard soldiers were instantly shredded into mincemeat by chain axes. He laughed as he stepped through a mist of blood; the Butcher's Nails made the world he saw only the color of slaughter.
"Come on! Cowards! Let me hear your shrill cries—"
His laughter stopped abruptly.
A deep green figure descended from the sky like lightning, the **Imperial Shield** slamming heavily into the ground, the shockwave sending three World Eaters flying. When the dust settled, Angron saw the figure that made his blood boil—
**Ryan Aljonsen.**
The Lion King slowly rose, his power sword humming in his hand, the golden eagle emblem on his shield gleaming in the gunfire. His gaze was icy, his voice low and dangerous:
“Angron, your madness ends here.”
Angron's Butcher's Sting exploded in a burst of sparks, and his grin stretched to his ears: "Ha! Finally, someone worth killing!"
The two colossal creatures collided with a deafening roar, the clash of sword and axe exploding into dazzling sparks.
Angron's offensive was like a storm, each swing of his chain axe "Soulbreaker" creating a whirlwind of flesh and blood. His power stemmed from pure rage, each strike capable of cleaving through a tank's armor. But Lion's defense was impenetrable—the **Imperial Shield** precisely parried every slash, the ancient protective runes on its surface glowing blue under the impact, completely neutralizing the chaotic energy.
"Is all you'll do is hide behind this sheet of iron?" Angron grinned maliciously, slamming his heavy axe down on the shield, forcing Ryan back half a step. "Like a cowardly cowering in the shadows!"
The Lion King did not answer. He suddenly sidestepped, his shield rim striking Angron's knee, and in the instant Angron lost his balance, his power sword aimed straight for his throat. Angron barely managed to twist and dodge, but the blade still left a deep gash on his shoulder armor, black blood spurting out.
“You’ve slowed down, brother,” Ryan said coldly. “Butcher’s Nail is eating away at your last shred of sanity.”
Angron responded with a deafening roar. He completely abandoned defense, hacking and slashing with his chain axe in a desperate, suicidal manner. Lion's shield began to crack under the continuous blows, but he remained as steady as a mountain.
Wherever the two fought, the ground cracked and walls collapsed. The Devourers tried to join the battle, but were intercepted by Ryan's personal guard; the Dark Angels' warriors attempted to provide support with their bomb guns, but found they couldn't lock onto the two afterimages locked in combat.
This is a pure clash of strength and skill.
**The ultimate battle between rage and discipline.**
Just as the battle reached a stalemate, an unexpected change occurred—
The ancient artifact suddenly emitted a piercing buzz, and the entire Fortress of Light began to tremble violently. An unprecedented blue-white beam of light shot into the sky, piercing directly through the barrier between the warp and the real universe.
Angron and Ryan stopped fighting at the same time and looked up at the sky.
Within the pillar of light, a gigantic figure vaguely emerged—
It was neither human nor demon.
“Ancient...watchers?” Ryan’s pupils contracted sharply.
Angron's Butcher's Sting fell silent for a moment, a rare clarity flashing in his eyes: "No... this is..."
…………
The next second, the entire battlefield was engulfed by a blinding white light.
The white light dissipated, and the sky returned to its gloomy state.
Angron shook his head, the Butcher's Sting humming once more, shattering that fleeting moment of clarity. His eyes were once again stained crimson, and a beastly growl escaped his throat: "**You—die—!"
The chain axe "Soulbreaker" spun again, and he charged towards Ryan like a war engine out of control. The Lion King raised his shield to block, the deafening clang of metal clashing echoing across the battlefield. The battle between the two erupted once more, more ferocious and deadly than before.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield—
Abaddon stood on the bridge of the flagship "Vengeful Spirit," slamming his fist on the control panel: "That idiot! He ruined the raid!"
But the battle situation had become chaotic, and he had to adjust his tactics.
“Kahn!” he roared.
A crimson figure emerged from the shadows, its chainsaw axe, "Blood Seed," humming as if yearning to drink blood.
“Go and bring back Russell’s head,” Abaddon said coldly. “Don’t let him escape this time.”
Kahn didn't answer, but simply turned and walked towards the teleportation platform. His armor was covered in ancient runes, each representing a legendary slaughter.
Russell stood on the western defensive line of the Light Fortress, his golden psionic senses already locked onto the approaching crimson figure.
“Kahn…” His fingers slowly tightened, gripping the hilt of the “Judgment” sword.
They have faced off twice.
- On his first attempt, Russell was defeated in a single blow!
- **The second time**, Russell fought the two for a while on the battlefield, but was still defeated!
But this time, it's different.
Kahn's boarding pod crashed into the Imperial defenses like a meteorite. The moment the hatch exploded, five guards were shredded to pieces by chainsaw axes. He walked through the blood, his crimson visors locking onto Russell.
“This is the third time, Russell,” Kahn’s voice was like the grinding of rusty gears. “This time you won’t have the luck.”
Russell removed his helmet, golden psionic energy burning like flames in his eyes: "I don't need luck."
Kahn launched the first attack, his chainsaw axe cleaving through the air at incredible speed toward Russell's neck—a strike that had severed the heads of countless powerful warriors.
But this time, Russell did not shy away.
The "Judgment" greatsword met the attack with even greater speed. The moment the blade collided with the serrated edge, golden psionic energy exploded like thunder. The shockwave sent all the soldiers within a ten-meter radius flying, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the ground.
Kahn's axe was forcefully blocked, and his mechanical arm groaned under the strain.
“You’ve become weaker, Kahn,” Russell said coldly.
Kahn roared and changed his attack, slashing his axe horizontally towards Russell's waist. Russell dodged to the side, simultaneously raising his sword and carving a sparking crack across Kahn's breastplate.
"Impossible!" Kahn's eyepieces flashed wildly. "Last time you couldn't keep up with me at all!"
Russell didn't answer; his movements were fluid and precise, each strike a direct prediction of Kahn's attacks. His past defeats had allowed him to thoroughly understand Kahn's fighting style, and now—
He no longer holds back.
Kahn finally realized the problem.
Russell's psionic energy was several times stronger than in their last encounter. The golden energy not only enhanced his speed and strength but also allowed him to briefly predict the trajectory of his attacks. Even more terrifying was that all the runes on the "Judgment" greatsword were activated, directly purifying the chaotic energy wherever the blade passed.
"You...were hiding your strength?" Kahn gasped and took a half-step back.
“No.” Russell’s pupils were completely enveloped in golden light. “I have simply finally accepted my true nature.”
He strode forward, raising his greatsword high. Kahn parried with all his might, but the power contained in this strike far exceeded his expectations—
"Judgment" cleaved through the chainsaw's teeth, its momentum undiminished, slicing directly into Kahn's shoulder armor. Black blood gushed out, Kahn fell to one knee, his mechanical prosthetic limb exploding in sparks.
Russell pointed his sword at his throat: "The third time, I won."
Kahn's visors flickered, and finally, he let out a hoarse laugh: "Ha...kill me, Russell. Let me become your medal of honor."
Russell was silent for a moment, then suddenly sheathed his sword: "No, you spared me twice; this is my repayment."
He looked up at the sky—where the fleets of Chaos and the Empire were still locked in battle.
“Go back and tell Abaddon,” Russell’s voice was like a judgment, “if Chaos continues to attack Light Fortress, next time, my sword will not stop.”
Kahn dragged his battered body back to the Chaos front, while Russell's victory quickly boosted the morale of the Imperial garrison.
Meanwhile, the battle between Lionheart and Angron intensified. The Lionheart's shield was riddled with cracks, but his swordsmanship remained sharp. Angron's rage was gradually replaced by exhaustion; the excessive stimulation from the Butcher's Sting was beginning to backfire on his nerves.
“You…can’t win…” Angron gasped for breath, black saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Ryan didn't answer, but suddenly changed his tactics—
He feigned a shield bash, and the instant Angron parried, his power sword shot out like a venomous snake, piercing straight through the armor on the opponent's abdomen.
Angron staggered back, looking down at the gushing black blood, and actually laughed: "Ha...that's more like it..."