, that’s when the secret is revealed.”

"Understood." Call said respectfully.

Sicarius and many of the Glory guards remained silent and followed their master wordlessly.

They know very well that sometimes, there are things that do not require them to speak.

Guilliman did not doubt the loyalty of the other Primarchs.

But many times, loyalty can be bad.

The road to hell is always beautiful at the beginning.

If you don't plan for the eternity, you won't be able to plan for the moment.

Far Eastern Frontier, Planet Havers.

Aferan looked around the battle hall, his eyes becoming determined.

There are no luxurious furnishings here.

Its floors, walls, and ceilings are all made of dark bedrock.

At the end of the hall, Lane's sculpture stands.

As a member of the Warden Chapter, Aferan pays his respects to his blood father here for the last time.

The Watchers have a very long history of establishing an army, and they are a sub-group of the Dark Angels.

Each Chapter traces its origins, and their superhuman strength originates from a great Primarch who is loyal to humanity and loyal to the Empire.

After the formation of the Watcher Chapter, they moved away from the political center of Terra and went to the Far East to guard and prevent aliens from invading the human world.

They have gone through countless battles and protected mankind for thousands of years.

After the Great Rift appeared, the Warden Chapter also lost contact with other brother chapters.

Bombarded by countless messages for help from the subspace, Aferlan could only send out the Astartes monks in his hands.

He cannot sit back and watch other Imperial worlds fall without action.

Aferan sent troops to those worlds that asked for help to help them tide over the difficulties.

And those damn aliens, the Tau Empire, which claims to be the future Lord of the Galaxy, took the opportunity to launch an attack.

It can be said to be despicable and shameless, taking advantage of others' danger.

But Aflan also knows that there is no point in condemning the enemy, the galaxy is so cruel.

The only thing he can do is to prevent the Tau Empire's invasion as much as possible and ask for support from other brother forces in the empire.

However, the emergence of the Great Rift made all astrological messages seeking help come to nothing.

At this time, Aflan knew that he was heading towards failure.

The Watcher Legion can only garrison the monastic fortress.

"Forgive me." Aflan looked at Ryan's sculpture and said with some pain, "My mission may have ended here, and I will die happily."

Heavy footsteps came from behind Aflan.

The steel boots stepped on the floor made of bedrock, making a dull impact.

A warrior wearing scarred armor walked in, the sword and decorations on his waist collided with each other, and the crisp sound echoed in the hall.

"Andorra, Odamai lost contact, those damn blues are heading towards the monastery." The soldier said.

Aflan turned to look at the warrior. There was not an undamaged area on the opponent's armor.

The surface's luster has faded, and the paint has been worn away to reveal exposed ceramic steel, and there are still traces of quick welding in some places.

After the Tau Empire came to the surface, they have launched several wars.

"How many are there?" Aflan asked.

"An army." The soldier said, "The initial estimate is about 60,000 people. A large number of them are well-trained and have fierce firepower. The defenders on Havers planet have been beaten to a pulp, and we have collected some of the remaining soldiers.

"

"How many of us are there in total?"

"There are still a hundred Astartes monks, and the remaining garrison soldiers gathered are about 3,000."

"Is this our last strength?" Aflan said.

"Yes, the final strength. There is no reply to the message for help sent by the Astropath. We are alone and helpless."

"Then let's prepare for the final battle." Aflan put his hand on the warrior's shoulder armor, "Those damn blue-skins will know that the price of defeating the Space Marines is unacceptable to them."

Aferan walked out of the battle hall and walked out along the road in the center of the cathedral.

The last warriors of the Watch gathered together and sang the song of the Lion.

They are the sons of the noble Lion.

They never forget that they came from Caliban, nor that they will return to the throne of the Emperor.

All warriors have black armor, and many of the original spray paints have been worn away in battles. The blood and battlefield flames have reshaped the color of their armors, turning them black.

Aferlan stood on the rostrum of the cathedral, with the priest standing to his left.

He stared at the last of his Chapter Brothers.

There are only a hundred people left.

This includes more than half of the new blood.

They had not experienced any battles. Due to the emergency, they had to be forcibly awakened from bloodline sublimation in advance, put on the armor of their ancestors, and plunged into this war that was impossible to win.

Aferan did not speak. He sang along with the other brothers, using the singing to strengthen the blood bond of the genetic father in their bodies.

They will fight side by side.

They will go to death together.

This is the last time I sing.

When it is over, they will embark on a path of sacrifice for their Primarch and the Emperor.

A tall Dreadnought mingled among them, and a veteran with mutilated limbs slept in the sarcophagus.

He was shouting the lyrics through a loudspeaker, and it was hard to hear.

But no one cares.

Tears flowed down Afelan's face, and the Watcher was about to be wiped out.

The new blood is cut off and the veterans are gone.

This defeat was a fatal blow to the Warden Chapter, from which they would never recover.

When the Lion's Song came to an end, Aflan put away his last sorrow.

Never let your enemies see your weakness.

When the last echo disappeared on the stone monument of the cathedral, Aferlan returned to its former peace.

When he spoke, his voice was firm and clear, and all the brothers listened to his words.

"The wrath of the lion flows in our blood. Even though the original body has been gone for countless years, his power is still flowing in our bodies. Perhaps this battle will be our last, but the blood of Ryan will always be

Never stop.”

"Those aliens thought they would win. No, we would tell them that defeating the Space Marines would cost them more than they could bear. Chaos spread throughout the Empire, and all worlds fell into chaos and darkness. Even Terra

There is no information left, but we will never compromise, the darkness will be defeated, and the future belongs to mankind."

Aferlan raised the weapon in his hand, "We will unite, we will go hand in hand, let us go out together, embracing the blood we share, the Sons of Ryan will never be timid."

"A son of Ryan will never be timid."

"A son of Ryan will never be timid."

"A son of Ryan will never be timid."

The last watchmen shouted slogans and issued their final roar.

Their voices shook the monastery.

"Glorious death, the final battle." Aferan shouted.

"We are about to win."

Tau Wa stared at the Fire Caste warriors in front of him. They were full of energy and high in fighting spirit.

No one can doubt the authenticity of Tiwa's words.

Humanity is retreating steadily, and those huge cities have surrendered, leaving only the last stronghold of resistance.

"Let us spread the higher good to this world and let them know that this era no longer belongs to them."

The commander's voice sounded from the communication, inspiring the Fire Caste warriors.

They all clenched their fists and beat their chests to show their loyalty to the ether, and issued a battle oath.
To be continued...