[die!!!]
The flames exploded, scarlet blood drew an arc, blood splashed as the axe was swung, and a few red lines appeared on the side of Angron's face.
The scarlet monster's head spun.
Angron panted, the axe in his hand roaring with his breathing.
At this moment, he was standing in a space that was like purgatory.
Blazing flames rose from every connection between the buildings, accompanied by billowing smoke. The blood flowing on the ground gave off a fishy smell from being roasted.
The head that had just been chopped off was deliberately placed at the cabin door, with its eyes still open. On the wall, blood was smeared to form a blasphemous eight rings.
In a very short period of time, this place became a place that could be directly described as "hell".
Behind him, Angron heard Guilliman's footsteps hesitate.
The Lord of Red Veil took a deep breath of the air here. The hot gas accompanied by the stench of blood burned his trachea.
[Oh,]
Angron chuckled.
He walked towards the hatch without hesitation, and the Lord of Red Sand stretched out his hand, with the blood of the enemy on his hands.
The giant hand slapped the wall, and blood directly stained and confused the blasphemous eight rings.
[It's not exciting enough. It's not as exciting as last time. ]
Guilliman looked at Angron, whose front half was submerged in darkness, and spoke with a nonchalant tone.
But what the Lord of Macragge could not see was Angron's face twisted in agony, his eyes wide with anger in the darkness.
Khârn, along with another World Eater, shook off the pieces of flesh from their chainsaw axes and followed Angron aboard the ship without hesitation.
Angron's whispers came from the darkness,
[…Guilliman, you still have a choice to make.]
Robert Guilliman clenched the Akagi dagger and took a deep breath. A fishy and strange wind blew past.
Now he knew that the special smell was the stench emitted when using psychic power.
Guilliman laughed, and without further words, he followed Angron into the stinking purgatory.
If this is the truth that humanity will have to face after the Astronomican is extinguished, then Guilliman chooses to face it.
He is the Lord of Macragge, the Primarch, the Master of the Ultramarines, the largest legion in the Imperium, and Robouti Guilliman.
He has great strength and determination to face it all.
not to mention,
He could not bear to see Angron go to the battlefield alone.
Hearing Guilliman's footsteps approaching closely, Angron gave a sound that might have been either a laugh or a roar.
[Okay! Let’s go! ]
He raised his twin axes.
This was Guilliman's choice, and Angron was not one to be tactful.
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Another nightmare.
But the World Eaters never fear!
Rock roared and pushed away the Extreme Marine in front of him. He used his shoulder armor to pin the bastard against the wall, then he swung his sword from below and stabbed the guy in the abdomen.
The sound of armor breaking was heard, Rock held his breath, and the sword in his hand pierced deeply into the enemy's organs.
Then he released his strength, took a step back, and pulled out his sword. Blood and visceral fragments immediately gushed out, smearing his white helmet bright red.
[traitor!]
Rock raised his sword and was about to chop off the Extreme Warrior's head, but he stopped in an instant, pulled out his gun, and blew the head off cleanly.
The voice requesting support came from the communication channel, intermittently. Without hesitation, Rock began to run towards that direction.
That's where the World Eaters Arena is located.
Rock certainly knew what he would face there, but he was no longer afraid!
"In the name of Angron! For the Emperor!"
Rock shouted and rushed towards the arena.
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In the scarlet, muscular demon army, the blue giant is like a real god of death. Every swing of Akagi's dagger will take away the most blood and life.
Guilliman lowered his dagger, his aristocratic face frowning, and Angron felt the rage welling up.
[…Such a blasphemous existence.]
Guilliman spoke hoarsely. Even Robert Guilliman could read the intolerable madness and evil in these deliberately arranged decorations.
The two primarchs and their team of guards were rushing in the corridor. The blood smeared everywhere made the entire corridor look like a slaughterhouse.
Angron smelled the smoke of explosions, and as they moved forward they saw that key parts of the World Eaters' warships had been blown up, deliberately and skillfully.
The Lord of Red Sands recalled the inexplicable hatred towards the Ultramarines that came from his offspring...
Angron gritted his teeth. He still believed in Guilliman - but... what were these other feelings
[Be careful not to get too angry.]
Angron warned, feeling the pull of his spawn's soul - it was the Arena!
At the crossroads, Angron turned suddenly and ran towards the arena without hesitation.
Guilliman followed Angron, but before the Lord of Macragge turned, he subconsciously glanced in the opposite direction.
With the Primarch's keen eyesight, Guilliman saw that in the darkness at the end of the corridor,
An Ultramarines was holding the corpse of a World Eaters crewman in his hands, carefully smearing something on the wall with blood.
[Hey?!]
Guilliman immediately erupted in an unimaginable roar.
His brain was buzzing. Which soldier from which regiment was that? What was he doing? !
A traitor among the Ultramarines?!
[What are you doing?!]
The Primarch's roar reached the other end in an instant. The Ultramarines did not seem surprised to meet the Primarch, and he immediately dived into deeper darkness.
Guilliman felt that all the hot blood in his body was flowing back to his brain, but at this moment he felt terribly cold.
In just a moment, Guilliman considered countless possibilities.
And these countless possibilities pushed him towards that one decision.
After the extreme cold, Guilliman felt the anger burning fiercely -
He was sorry for not being able to discover all this, for the depravity of his offspring, and for finding it difficult to accept reality.
Without hesitation, Guilliman ran in the opposite direction of Angron, that is, the direction of the Ultramarines.
[Sorry! Angron!!!]
It was like an apology for his own reckless choice, and also like an apology for what the Ultramarines had done.
The Primarch was still unaware of the Alpha Legion, which was famous for its spies and lurking among the various legions.
At the same time, Robert Guilliman does not have the ability to identify the Alpha among the Offspring.
In another tributary of fate, Guilliman once talked with several Ultramarines disguised as Alphas, and the Lord of Macragge was unable to confirm the identity of the other party before they opened fire.
Angron would never give up his offspring in the Arena, and Robouti Guilliman would never give up the opportunity to find out what the Ultramarines were all about.
And so far, none of them had faced a sufficiently formidable foe within the World Eaters' warships.
So they separated.
Yay!
I recommend a book to my old friend, The Name of Ashes. The author has resumed updating 4,000 words a day and the book will be finished soon. It has a lot of words and is a good read.
(End of this chapter)