Chapter 569 Awakening

"I saw a light, a sword, it pierced the night and brought light."

"You finally became a star rainer, old man."

That's what Olaf said at the time. At that time, Lancelot didn't know what he meant, thinking it was just a strange riddle of psychics. But at that time, he thought, Olaf never said a riddle, could it be that this was really something important?

Then Lord Celestine found them and conveyed the Emperor's will to them. He summoned Lancelot and his men to come here across most of the galaxy. Under the leadership of Lord Celestine, their voyage was surprisingly smooth. Then, he stood here and knew the specific meaning of the divine domain.

When Sefer's flaming sword stabbed down, a golden light suddenly appeared, and then everything was covered below. When the light dissipated and Lancelot gradually regained his vision, he saw the towering giant behind the light.

In silence, Lancelot saw him. He was wearing dark green lion armor, with long golden hair falling to his shoulders. His eyes were shining with the light of power, the light of authority, and the will of the king. He was a king, the king of Caliban.

He glanced at Lancelot and the surrounding environment, and after a long silence, he slowly spoke, "I had a very long dream, a very long, very long dream."

The dream was long, vague and fragmented. When Ryan woke up, he didn't remember most of it. He only remembered a flash of golden light, and his father's voice and shadow sounded in it. He called himself, and then when he walked away, the dream ended.

Ryan glanced away and saw the sword inserted in the ground. It emitted light, illuminating the lion head on the hilt.

"Hold it, and your power will be reawakened." The raven's voice read in Ryan's mind. He was silent for a while, and came to the sword stuck in the ground. Ryan hesitated a little, but still grasped the hilt. In an instant, the light on the sword spread to the surroundings, turned into light particles and dissipated, and Ryan, his face also radiated that sacred light.

Ryan drew out the sword and looked into the distance. He stared at the direction where the noisy war roar came from, holding the sword and strode away. He passed by Lancelot, who also got up, looked at the back of the lion king, and then followed as if summoned.

The green-robed little people in the hall stood around, they knelt to the lion king who passed by, and he walked forward with his eyes looking forward. Ryan walked through the familiar and unfamiliar monastery corridor, as if he had walked through it countless times in his dreams.

And when he stood at the end of the corridor, overlooking the battlefield below, he knew that this was not a dream. He said nothing. Lancelot and Cypher also stood silently behind him, but everyone below stopped, the Fallen Angels, the Dark Angels, the Space Wolves, and even the Tau all stopped.

They looked at the gate between the lion statues and the people standing there, as if everything was paused. Lion looked down at them, and the light in his golden eyes flickered as if time had frozen until he slowly spoke.

Lion didn't know most of the people present, but he found Luther at a glance, his former mentor, benefactor, adoptive father, and traitor.

Luther also stopped, no longer caring about Azrael, who had just fought with him and vowed to have other names. Luther looked at Lion and looked into his eyes. In an instant, they seemed to have said a lot.

Azrael was stunned. Like all the warriors, he looked at him as if his soul had been taken away. Even Asmodai was stunned in place, holding the priest's hammer and looking at him.

After a moment, time flowed with his words. The Lion King looked at the Tau and slowly raised the Lion Blade in his hand to point at Shadow Sun. Although he could not distinguish most of the people at the scene, he knew who was the enemy.

"With the Emperor, with the Empire, destroy these aliens." He said slowly, and the words seemed to be the order of the Mechanicus to the Skitarii, and instantly spread in the minds of all the Space Marines. Without any hesitation, a Dark Angel roared and swung the long sword in his hand, but he was not going to chop the Fallen Angel beside him. The blade slid over and slashed the Tau next to him.

It was like a command, which instantly awakened time and brought the soul back to the body, and a raging fire was burning on it. The Fallen Angel also shouted and pierced the Tau wearing combat uniform with a sword. His armor was pierced by the power sword, and dark blood spurted out from behind.

Instantly, the whole hall was boiling. All the Space Marines, regardless of friend or foe, rushed towards the Tau. Even the Space Wolves, who were not descendants of the Dark Angels, rushed forward without hesitation. They instantly turned into a torrent of steel, rushed into the Tau line, and beat them back step by step.

Ragnar strode forward, he jumped up, holding a chain saw axe and leaped from the sea of ​​people. The sharp axe slashed from the air and instantly chopped into the head of a Tau. He fell to the ground instantly, and blood spurted out from all around. Beside him, Lancelot rushed over with a sharp blade, stabbed a Tau with one sword, and beside him, Cypher held two guns and fired fiercely at the surroundings.

Lion rushed into the battlefield, and his warriors along the way followed him. Azrael led the way forward. He wore a winged helmet and followed his father with a sword held high. The sharp blade swung and chopped, cutting off the spear of the Tau, and stabbed him in the head with a sword.

Lion swung the Lion King Sword in his hand, and the Titans along the way were powerless to resist. Their weapons broke, and their combat uniforms shattered the moment they touched the blade. They screamed loudly, but Lion said nothing. He silently moved forward and led his descendants behind him to break the alien line into pieces and completely collapse.

The Titans fell one by one. They tried to fire back and use their firepower advantage, but they had no chance under the assault led by the Primarch. In front of the battle line, the Titans were constantly knocked down, and their bodies were trampled into pieces by the surging steel frenzy.

Shadow Sun stood on the front line, firing the light cannon in his hand at the Astartes in front of him, and one shot penetrated the power armor of several warriors. Behind those bodies, Lion strode forward and split the last line of defense of the Titans with a sword.

Several combat suits in front of him were split in two in an instant. He saw Shadow Sun, and then strode forward. The latter quickly raised the muzzle of his cannon and fired at Ryan, but the latter split the energy wave from the middle with a sword, and then cut off the muzzle with a sword.

Ryan turned half a circle, swung the sharp blade, and blood instantly spurted out from behind the blade. One arm fell to the ground. Shadow Sun wailed in a low voice and fired with the weapon in the other hand, but was pierced by a sword from the palm of his hand.

She screamed, and Ryan swung back, and the blade hit Shadow Sun's chest. She flew out and hit the wall all of a sudden. Blood on her chest continued to flow out from the gap in the armor.

Shadow Sun didn't know who the taller Space Marine in front of her was, but she seemed to have heard rumors about them, the descendants of the Emperor of Mankind, and the demigods.

He was different from all the Space Marines that Shadow Sun had fought, and was even more dangerous than the Shadow Lord of the Dark Duck Guard. She had to retreat, she thought. But when she raised her head, Lion had already appeared in front of her, his eyes staring into Shadowsun's.

"For the good!" Shadowsun roared, raised the severed light cannon on his broken arm, raised the sharp blade, and the stars fell down. The two weapons collided and flashed with light.

After the light faded, the commander of the Tau collapsed on the ground, with streaks of blood on her armor chest. Lion drew his sword, and another Tau fell beside him. He looked back and saw that only the Space Marines were still standing in the entire giant rock. They stood together and looked at the Lion King, who was also silent.

In silence, Azriel came out. He came to Lion and knelt on one knee without thinking. The Dark Angels Chapter Captain took off the winged helmet on his head and raised his hands to Lion. That was Lion's helmet, the holy relic he left to the chapter, and now it was time to return it to its original owner.

"In the name of the Emperor and Caliban, I swear my loyalty to you, voluntarily give up my position as the head of the Chapter, and return all my power to you."

Azrael raised his helmet high and bowed his head. All the Astartes behind him knelt down. They knelt on one knee on the ground, holding their weapons and bowing to the Lion King. Even the wild wolves who were always unruly knelt down. In front of them, Ragnar and Lancelot knelt together, holding their weapons in front of them.

Lian looked around at the kneeling Space Marines around him. He looked at the winged helmet in silence for a moment, then held its edge and raised it up. Lion held the helmet high, and then slowly put it on his head, as if he was still doubting whether this was another dream, but when the helmet fell and his eyes looked out from behind the helmet, he knew that this was not a dream.

The lion looked outside the gap behind him, behind the exploded fleet of the Tau, the planet covered by green clouds outside the big hole that was knocked out. He could feel the power of the planet below, his presence, and he knew he was below.

There was a long silence, and then the Lion's words came out with his breath, "Tell Terra that the Emperor's eldest son, the Lord of the First Legion, is back."

"For the Lion!" Azrael knelt and roared, and the Astartes behind him shouted in unison, their voices echoing under the dome of the giant rock.

Vito, who was on the surface, raised his head, he looked up at the sky, and looked at him thousands of miles away in the dark sky. He knew that beyond the clouds, in the woven web of fate.

And he will be crowned again, the Lord of Caliban, the King of the First Legion, when the Supreme Marshal crowns him, the Lion's Dynasty will rise.