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The only people he could save were those still suffering in the nearby star sectors.
Humans, mutants, slaves, and machine servants filled with pain, fear, and exhaustion were smuggled, escaped, or sought refuge with Angron in various ways, and he chose to take them in—although there were a few rebellions by cunning thieves and cultists within his ranks, which Angron eventually swiftly resolved.
Angron could sense, though he was reluctant to admit it, that the entire human empire was heading toward a path of depravity after his brother Guilliman left, and that negative emotions were surging wildly within the human heart.
The greater suffering overshadowed the tiny achievements he had made over the millennia.
What he can achieve in this universe is but a drop in the ocean.
Just how much more suffering will each of us have to endure in this world?
......
There's no way to resolve this; there's no solution.
Angron had witnessed the hypocrisy and malice of the imperial bureaucrats and the immense suffering endured by the people deep within the hive capital of the empire.
Even though he could still see that in his proud Red Sand Republic, in places he couldn't see, dirty dealings continued.
Even as a Primarch, he was powerless to do anything about it—wherever there was profit, there was conflict.
This world is so despicable—the despicable relentlessly exploit, and in this universe, morality is irrelevant.
Only the winner takes all.
No matter what price he paid, he could not change this inevitable fate.
"What do I need to do to kill all the slave owners in this world? How do I eradicate all evil in this world?"
Angron had no answer.
And just as he was setting up the Hymn Engine in order to break through the range of the Star Torch and go further outwards...
only
Only death is the most equal form of redemption.
kill!
Ultimately, we didn't kill enough!
We must exterminate all evil, exterminate all criminals, and exterminate all the unjust!
Kill! ...
You have felt my power before.
But that rejection back then was merely a sign that they truly understood and accepted us.
Now we will join together to overthrow the emperor who sits high on his throne.
He hasn't killed enough people yet!
And now, he is going to dedicate his death to this world that is destined for destruction.
......
"Quick! Quick! Shoot it down!"
"It's heading this way! Quick!"
That monster, which transformed into a red meteorite and crashed to the ground, moved at a speed far beyond everyone's imagination.
The laser cannons and plasma cannons from the ground successfully locked onto the target and fired—but the red comet seemed to come from another realm of nothingness, showing no reaction after being attacked, and simply passed straight through it.
boom!
After the salvo of surface defense equipment missed its target, the ball of red energy crashed directly into the planet's surface.
Right in front of the defensive protection where the hymn engine is located.
The crimson monster was met by the lion Ryan and his dark angels.
"Wake up, Angron! Regain your senses!"
Faced with this sudden, comet-like landing on the ground, and the warning from Kasgar in the communication system, it seemed to be one of his Primarch brothers, Angron.
However, all he could hear now was the crackling of electricity, accompanied by a piercing roar.
The current Angron felt very different to him than before—he was an individual full of power and rage, more insane and more vicious than the brother he originally knew.
His muscles bulged and knotted all over his body, which was completely covered in deep red, as if he had been drenched in blood.
His body had expanded countless times compared to before, reaching a height of about five or six meters—at the same time, he held a huge battle axe in his hand, covered with flowing blood.
It seems that this is why it has become large and heavy, in line with its current size.
Although Angron's crimson eyes remain calm, one can sense the deep rage within them from those eyes, which seem to be searching for Ryan's weaknesses.
Standing before that monster, even though Ryan himself had fought monsters that looked far more terrifying, the sense of oppression they gave him could not compare to that of his Primarch brother before him.
He could even sense a long-lost unease.
It was a fear that came from the deepest, most instinctive desires—like making Ryan feel as if he had returned to the dark and terrifying jungles of Caliban in this instant—even though he had been gone for countless years, this monster with superhuman strength could awaken the deepest hesitation and cowardice in his heart in an instant, and manifest it in the present moment when they were facing off.
"Enough, monster! Get off my brother!"
Unable to bear this inexplicable fear, Ryan raised the Emperor's Shield and charged towards the deformed, enormous beast.
In the next moment, Angron silently swung his giant axe, intending to decapitate Llane, but the Sword of Loyalty intercepted the attack.
Despite being forced back several steps by the powerful giant axe, Ryan was still able to fight back with his own strength.
Similarly, the axe in his other hand was blocked by the Emperor's Shield. In the ensuing exchanges of weapons, the Lion King was clearly forced to retreat step by step in front of Angron, who possessed greater strength and combat skills.
He was still trying to defend himself with his sword and shield against the attack from the creature that had almost become a demonic primordial.
"Sir! You need our help!"
As for the dark angels—while facing the menacing Angron's onslaught, they were also struggling to resist the chaos demons that were surrounding them from all sides.
As the Primarch's personal guards, they were extremely anxious when the Lion encountered unfavorable situations.
However, they were blocked by Angron's accompanying demons and could no longer intervene in this battle between Primarchs.
"Back off! This is not a battle for you. I said back off!"
Roar!
Perhaps weary of the prolonged battle without any results, Angron's next attack was a leap from above, slashing down directly at the Imperial Shield held high by Nalan.
The Primarch could still hold on... even though his hands and the mouth of his hand were covered in blood—but the floor beneath his feet could not support such a battle between gods.
After the PVC floor beneath Ryan's feet deformed rapidly to a certain extent, with a crisp cracking sound, the two Primarchs plunged into the lower deck together.
Bang!
As Ryan stumbled and fell, Angron charged at him like a thunderbolt from a burning sky.
In mid-air, the weapons of the two Primarchs clashed once again, and Ryan was at a disadvantage under the opponent's powerful attack.
Each strike of Angron's weapon unleashed flames of hatred, searing the lion with intense pain. This dark power was steadily eroding his strength with each relentless assault of his opponent's blade.
Khorne's Dark Gift made his combat skills unmatched.
The heavy blows delivered to Ryan created an opening in the loyal Primarch's defenses, and Angron seized the opportunity, kicking Ryan in the chest before he could recover.
The powerful blow shattered the armor and sent his opponent flying like a cannonball, crashing through a statue and leaving plumes of smoke obscuring the view.
Of course, this visual obstruction is completely useless against the original entity.
Angron roared and swooped down on Ryan again from the roof of the ruins.
However, this time he came up empty-handed.
Angron arrived the instant after Llane disappeared into the mist, only to find that his opponent was not there.
Where did he go?
He roared and searched everywhere for any trace of Ryan, but could sense nothing but ruins.
!
Right behind you!
His fighting instincts kicked in at the most dangerous moment, and Angron roared as he shattered a half-solid, half-illusory ghostly figure.
At the same moment, Llane suddenly rushed out from the other side, delivering a heavy blow with the Imperial Shield. Angron flapped his wings a few times as he was sent flying. The demon principalus rose and charged, but his opponent had already vanished into the mist once more.
Although his long slumber on the Caliban Rock cost Ryan much, it also gave him a newfound power.
Using the illusion of teleportation, Ryan, who was at a disadvantage in direct combat, is now making up for his shortcomings with his skills and wisdom.
Enveloped in mist, Angron pursued his prey with thunderous force.
Ryan—dodges and attacks repeatedly, then evades lightning-fast counterattacks and disappears back into the mist.
He felt as if he had returned to the misty jungles of Caliban, hunting the giant beast once more.
The Emperor's Shield blocked every strike of Angron and forced the demonic principality to retreat. Angron's rage manifested as ghostly flames around him, his muscles and eyes bulging as if ready to burst forth in fury at any moment.
Roar!
right here!
Finally, while struggling to withstand Ryan's offensive, Angron anticipated Ryan's upcoming attack and attacked him from both sides with his two-handed axe.
This attack, which traded injury for life, prevented Ryan from using one of his shields to defend both sides simultaneously.
—But Angron probably didn't expect that Ryan wasn't planning to defend this time.
He bent one knee with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, simultaneously bracing his entire body against the sword and pointing the gleaming tip at the charging Angron.
Sizzle!
With a feigned retreat followed by a lunge, the gleaming sword pierced Angron's chest, rendering him—
No.
He did not fall.
Hehe...
The victory Ryan had hoped for did not come when he plunged his sword into his opponent's chest.
"Angron...?"
Ryan felt his brother's aura grow stronger again in disbelief—his pierced chest was instantly restored to its original state under the cover of red liquid, as if he had never suffered such a fatal wound, all in an instant.
At the same time, Angron's already terrifying body suddenly expanded again, becoming even taller and stronger, with all the muscles in his body expanding and deforming once more.
He took another step closer to the monster.
As for that now demonically rugged face, the lion could only see the bloodseeker's pupils at its center.
"That's definitely not the look in his brother Angron's eyes," Ryan swore.
"What kind of monster have you turned into, Angron?!"
Roar!
The other party did not answer, but instead charged at Ryan once again with even greater speed and power than before.
"Varied--"
This time, the Lion King, who had relaxed after being under intense mental stress, had no time to dodge or catch Angron's sudden surge of power and speed.
Just as the Lion King was about to be completely annihilated by Angron, thick psionic flames accompanied by two sword blades blocked Angron's double axes as he charged forward.
"Back off!"
The crimson light and the golden-red flames collided violently, and a powerful explosion resounded before the lion's eyes, forcing him to roll backward on the ground.
In the brief moment between the rolls, he caught a glimpse of the guy who had taken the blow for him out of the corner of his eye.
Casca.
The lion could hardly believe that he, a Space Marine, had not only survived to this day, but had even withstood the final blow from his increasingly crazed brother.
After the explosion, both sides retreated in their respective directions.
"What on earth happened? Casca, what happened to my brother?"
“He is not entirely Angron anymore—he is fighting a god.”
"what?"
Khorne's move was extremely insidious.