Angron was awakened by the violent shaking. Perhaps it was because the soulless's untouchable realm could not reach the strength of Hades. The Lord of Red Sand vomited a mouthful of blood, and the cold blood wind instantly brought back his sanity.
He looked around and found that he did not see the familiar figure. The warriors around him were unusually anxious and excited. Some strange enemies were attacking them at the edge of the army, but even Angron, who was in a very bad state, could see that this attack was completely disorganized.
[What's wrong?]
Angron spoke, his voice was hoarse and small, but even the smallest words of the Primarch would be heard by his loyal sons.
After waking up, Kahn immediately replied to the Primarch,
"We have received a signal from the fleet. They have not been attacked by the enemy, and reinforcements from the Forge World have arrived. Wait until the wind and snow subside slightly in a minute, and the first batch of air forces to assist the retreat will arrive."
Angron spat, feeling like a weakling lying there, so he staggered to his feet, and the World Eaters looked at him worriedly.
[Where is the other warrior, Hades? ]
Khan in front of him said nothing, only repeating his wish for Angron to rest and wait for news of the retreat.
Angron, like a giant, narrowed his eyes. He walked in front of Kahn and bent down. A huge shadow loomed in front of Kahn.
[I say, you won't let the reinforcements die and run away, right? ]
As he spoke, blood foam sprayed on Kahn's helmet.
Kahn's voice came out from between his clenched teeth.
"This is Lord Hades' order. A warrior's first duty is to obey orders unconditionally."
Angron threw back his head and laughed a few times. He felt angry and the nails began to bite him.
[Who is your real leader, Kahn?! ]
"It's you, my father."
Kahn answered without hesitation:
[Then I order everyone to go back and support Hades! When did the World Eater become a coward who can only hide behind others?! ]
Kahn stood, motionless,
"As Lord Hades said, victory in this mission means your successful return to the Empire."
This made Angron scratch his face in anger, his sharp nails tearing blood grooves on his face. He appreciated Khârn's rebellion against him, but the Primarch also hoped that Khârn understood what he meant.
[What's the point of me going back alone? Who among you can take this damn thing off? ]
[I, Angron, will die on the battlefield! I will not die like a coward on the operating table! I will die if I want to! But I, Angron, will die on the battlefield!]
Under the gauntlet, Kahn almost crushed the armor. People saw the power of the dark monster. He wanted Hades to survive, but this did not seem realistic.
But at least he could have brought back Angron.
Khârn thought, his soul trembling. If he said that Angron was of no use in the past and would only hinder the Lord of the Order of Silence, would the Primarch change his mind and wait quietly to retreat
Khârn felt the rope of triumph begin to burn behind him, wrapping around his thoughts like a boiling serpent, let him fight, let Angron fight, retreat would be dishonorable... whispers rang in his ears.
Before meeting Angron, Khârn was forever loyal to the Emperor. After meeting Angron, Khârn swore that he would always be loyal to the Primarch's will.
So Kahn said nothing.
Angron began to gasp, but anger gave him strength again. Angron knew this would be his last fight. The nails almost tore him apart, but he was now extremely clear-headed and extremely angry - Angron knew this was a sign of the last moments of life.
The son of the mountain roared, and the sound fell,
[Everyone! Those who want to fight with me, follow me! The rest of you stay where you are and retreat! ]
He was answered by layers of echoing war cries.
Angron growled in satisfaction.
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This was a cruel, arrogant, almost provocative play.
In the wind and snow, Hades opened his eyes wide, his expression was extremely cold. He listened to the explosions of the knights beside him, the metal twisted harshly, and debris was scattered all over the ground.
Just like peeling a delicious orange, the Nightbringer slowly peeled off Hades' army bit by bit, even though He could probably use some effort to crush the orange directly, and then lick the juice in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
But He did not do so. He stood silently in the place where He was - the area designated for Him by the Undead Overlord. On the route where the toys charged towards Him, the distorted space also affected a lot of Undead armies, but the Overlord beside Him did not show any sign of being shaken by the sacrifice of these slaves.
The Nightbringer needs them to come, He has been imprisoned for too long.
He "remembered" the old days of the galaxy, which were the memories of the Void Dragon.
Nightbringer... a sadistic megalomaniac, a complete scumbag, and the first C'tan to start hunting and devouring his own kind.
Hades scoffed wildly, but that wasn't his emotion.
The last bit of gloating came from the Void Dragon learning that the Nightbringer was torn to pieces by his own self-proclaimed servants because of his arrogance and trampled by the undead it called slaves.
Hades stared at the fragment of Nightbringer. He knew what He was seeking. Compared to Hades, His real distress did not lie in this.
Green lightning reflected in Hades' eyes.
See, and so learn, these are the words that Malcador once told Hades.
No—no—Hades thought, he would never learn, he could only try in vain to realize what was going to happen next.
Under the instruction of the Nightbringer, Hades' knights directly tore through the Necrons' defenses. Hades looked at the Necromancer's buildings that were "accidentally injured" by the distortion of space, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
The Nightbringer raised his eyes, and Hades felt the power surge in his body. He raised his hands in vain - beside the last few knights, the metal began to twist and green lightning lit up. He tried to protect the last charging knights.
His actions attracted the attention of the Night Holder, who was hovering in the air with a slightly bored look. They looked at each other, their attention slightly shifted away.
Amid the blizzard, a faint light appeared in the sky above their heads.
However, the next moment, Hades felt the weightlessness of the knight beneath him as he suddenly lost control and fell forward. The scream of metal tearing through the air was heard. That was the death gaze of the Night Bearer - it stands to reason that no life could survive under the gaze of the Night Bearer.
He heard a woman's voice screaming at the top of her lungs, he heard panicked roars coming from the channel, and Graeae's mechas surrounded him at the last moment - and then everything lit up.
The spears of light from the World Eaters fleet burned silently, melting metal and burning blood and earth, as if the light that could burn everything was quietly shining.
There was a sound of the air being violently torn apart.
However, a dark figure still floated quietly in the center of the spear of light. The darkness reluctantly enveloped the undead and the cage under Him, and the sickle was still waiting for the real opportunity to harvest.
The blinding light gradually faded, and painful gasps were heard from beneath the metallic ruins.
The semi-softened metal burned by high temperature began to flow. Hades breathed violently, and green lightning wrapped around him. He held the Blade of the Nemesis. This sword, which originally belonged to the Four Gods, was now flashing with golden light, faintly resonating with the floating finger bones between Hades' neck.
The Nightbringer raised his sickle slowly and gracefully, but something suddenly interrupted his preparation for dinner. There was a heavy sound of hitting the ground, and he waved his hand impatiently.
The bombs and artillery fire pouring down from all directions suddenly stopped in the air in a funny way, but then the giant divine machine rushed towards the Nightbringer fearlessly to kill him -
Hades raised his head tremblingly, and the majestic figure of the Titan appeared before him, and the flag of the Forge World of Salem was fluttering in the cold wind.
"For the Emperor! For Angron! For Om Messiah!"
The sounds of war cries and Titan explosions rang out together, but the Nightbringer's actions were delayed for a moment.
The second Titan rushed over.
Hades looked at the figures of the sages reflected in his pupils with disbelief and trembling.
Even though they did not know Hades, Salem had a clear conscience when faced with the request of the World Eaters, which had once saved their lives.
Hades gripped the sword with great effort, and golden light suddenly appeared. Even though they were not calling Hades, the sages' call for the Void Dragon still echoed in the Maelstrom - perhaps Hades was destined to be unable to use this power of faith, but there would always be someone who could.
The Emperor's finger bones were gleaming.
Don't worry, the protagonist won't just chop with a sword and be done with it, there will also be fun.
Not today.
(End of this chapter)