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Does Angron truly deserve to call himself a liberator, rather than just another slave owner?
That was the pain of despair that came from the soul.
Silently, Angron slowly walked forward and stood before the Khorne demon.
"That's right, come, now that you have a true understanding of the world, come and receive the blessing of the Blood God."
"No! Sir, stop right now!!!"
Kahn tried to call out to Angron from behind, but it didn't even make the other man pause.
"I understand what you mean."
Angron spoke slowly.
"After experiencing so much, my choice is—"
yes.....
"Demon, I want to CS your masochistic tendencies!!!"
In an instant, boundless rage erupted from Angron's eyes, and the blade of his giant axe in his right hand slammed down on the demon's brass breastplate!
open!
At that moment, Angron pressed the chainsaw's start button.
Hiss... Zzz!
The chainsaw teeth, which had been stationary, began to frantically stir the brass, sparks flying as broken skin and flesh splattered with blood, making Angron's furious face appear even more terrifying.
At the same time, the blood in the entire room boiled like gushing lava, as if cheering for Angron.
"Tell your god to stop playing these ridiculous tricks in front of me!"
"It's your head now, but one day, my axe will shred and chop your damned cowardly blood god brain to pieces!"
"Did you understand?!"
"Cough cough..."
The demon seemed oblivious to this; its eyes, on the contrary, were now filled with pure admiration.
"So this is you, Angron..."
"The Blood God... the Blood God admires your courage and fighting spirit. Although you have rejected us today, one day we will meet again in His arena..."
"I believe that day will come."
"Pooh!"
Angron spat out a disdainful spit.
"Tell your filthy master that I will never be your prey, remember that!"
"Get out of here!!!"
Under the furious cleaving of Angron's giant axe, the demon and his body finally exploded, turning into a crimson rain of blood that splashed across every corner of the world.
......
It's all over.
Angron was indeed very dissatisfied with the human empire.
But he would never trust fools who wanted to enslave him forever and make him serve them like a war dog.
Anglon will always remember the teachings of his true father, Onomamus.
The hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable!
Since those damned creatures want Angron to join them, let them see Angron's resolve!
Angron wiped the blood off his twin axes, his expression grave.
Sooner or later, he will use this axe to truly complete his revenge!
The demons that infiltrated the Rebel have all been killed. Although it was the first time they had encountered such a situation and the casualties were quite high, it still provided the World Eater with some experience in dealing with demons in the future.
"grown ups......"
"I've told you many times, don't call me sir, just call me Anglon."
"Yes, Lord Angron, our ship was surrounded by a warp storm just a short while ago and may not be able to return along the planned trajectory."
"Return trip? What's the point of returning..."
"Angron said impatiently."
“I will not join that filthy group of demons, but that does not mean I will continue to collude with my tyrannical father’s empire.”
"Enough! Humanity has suffered so much, paid so much for my father's so-called illusory dream, that's enough!"
“Go tell the people of the surrounding world that from now on, there will be no more tithes! If the human empire is only concerned with building an even bigger and brighter golden palace for the emperor, then screw it!”
"Hahaha!"
Angron burst into hearty laughter.
This seems to be one of the few times he's shown a genuine, hearty smile since the Emperor returned to Holy Terra.
"But what if... those bureaucrats refuse to accept it?"
"If you can't accept it, then die. Why all the other talk?"
This subspace storm acts as both a barrier and a form of protection.
For a long time to come, this place will no longer be plundered by my father.
Angron thought to himself as he looked out the window at the increasingly turbulent warp storm.
......
Angron and the World Eaters rose up and established themselves.
The Twelfth Legion, the World Eaters, and their Primarch Angron, withdraw from the Great Crusade today.
.......
Ottara 500 Worlds.
Coss.
The battle on the Makurag Glory turned back in favor of the Ultramarines after Kasgar joined the fray.
Countless Ultramarines, strong and warlike like orcs, followed the tunnel of the Pharos Beacon and arrived with Fugrim on this battlefield where brothers were killing each other, continuing their fierce battle.
Even though approximately 100,000 Ultramarines had already perished, the Word Bearers controlled almost all of the major cities and strategic targets in the world of Kos.
But how many Space Marines are left at this moment?
Two hundred thousand!
Two hundred thousand forever!
The army of the Word Bearers and the demons they summon are dwindling every moment, while Guilliman's offspring are endless!
When the first wave failed to kill Guilliman and the Ultramarines in time, it was basically a foregone conclusion that the Battle of Lokakos would end in failure.
Not to mention, there is a loyalist among the Legion of Word Bearers.
"Quick! The auxiliary bridge is just ahead!"
Overjoyed, Angor Tai, transformed into his demon form, reunited with the Casgar forces in front of the auxiliary bridge.
And then there's Hill, the Ultramariner, whose eyes widened at the sight of the Casgar's retractable spearmen.
"But what's next? Luo Jia... these traitors have already occupied the entire near-Earth orbit of Kos. Even if we could take control of the Makrag Glory right now, what could we do?"
“There’s much more we can do!” Hill immediately retorted. “Only after we have control of the ships can we free up those mechanical clerks to help us repair Koss’s surface defense system!”
The equipment protecting Koss is hidden in an underground data engine—only allies of the Mechanicus can remove enemy code from the system.
Only by removing the control of the master system from the Word Bearers and their Mechanicus rebel allies can the Ultramarines regain control of the defense network.
"Good plan."
"But unfortunately, you are no longer qualified to carry it out."
But just then, an uninvited guest blocked their way.
"Luojia?"
Why are you here?
He wasn't in good condition, but he was still able to stand in front of everyone wielding a giant hammer.
The fact that Luojia is here means one thing.
Could it be that...
Guilliman lost another one-on-one match?
Chapter 197 The Pitfall Cycle
Before the gap in the net, the folly of Luojia, an endless army of demons continues to pour in.
"Prepare!"
"shooting!"
A barrage of explosive arrows formed a beautiful and dense network of fire, raining down on the demon army.
The bombs did some damage to the demon army's attack, except for a few Guardian Spears equipped with dark technology artifacts.
The original spears of the Imperial Guards were fitted with explosive gun barrels.
When the opponent is too far away, using a bomb gun to deal the first wave of damage is obviously a more effective method.
But this tactic obviously has no effect on demons.
These malevolent creatures from the warp can only be torn apart by psionic, fire, and melee damage, causing them to vanish completely from the real world.
The Imperial Guard has no spiritual power, nor could they possess flames capable of burning demons.
All they relied on were their well-trained strength, speed, and reflexes, as well as the culmination of the human empire's biotechnology and mechanical industry.
All tactics and military strategies are rendered ineffective here; the only way to withstand these demons is through the most primitive and brutal direct confrontation.
Perhaps each of them possessed strength and wisdom far exceeding that of humans; their names record a long life trajectory and experience, engraving the glory and reflections of each Imperial Guard.
But they are still human beings.
Even the most powerful superman would feel weary and exhausted when faced with an endless, unending tide of demons.
But the waves from the other side continued relentlessly, showing no sign of abating.
Like a surging wave, it rushed towards this lonely city of miracles from one end of the unfathomable net.
The City of Miracles is the gateway to the Web that lies beyond.
Its boundaries, the network stretches in all directions: countless capillary-like paths and avenues together form the ancient alien transportation network, extending to every corner of the galaxy.
The hubs, tunnels, bridges, and paths from which this originated—whether small enough for one person to pass through or large enough for dozens of Titans to walk side by side—were all guarded by faithful slaves of the Cult of Mechanics, the Knights of Destruction of the Sisters of Silence, and His Majesty the Emperor's own royal guard.
Every tunnel that extended outwards, regardless of size, became a battlefield where the Imperial Guards fought their enemies.
The battle between humans and demons never ceases at the forks of this network.
Such intense fighting meant that even the Imperial Guard could only struggle to withstand the endless onslaught of the demonic waves, and their defenses were on the verge of collapse.
Even though they are still struggling to persevere.
The Imperial Guard must not fall.
If the Imperial Guard suffers casualties, the demons will be more likely to tear a hole in the defense line, and the disadvantage will only snowball.
A single move can have far-reaching consequences, making the defense of the entire Miracle City even more difficult.
.......
Until... the emergence of that new type of weapon.
When the Imperial Guards' spears ran out of power during the long battles, a new batch of spears was quickly delivered to the front lines for the Imperial Guards to use.
Each one of them was meticulously designed and crafted by a renowned armor-making master on Mars.