It was all just a clumsy, last-ditch effort.
He couldn't even exert much power.
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Angron roared, his roar was like the wind,
[Is this all you have?!]
The Lord of Red Sand was trapped in the fog, slashing at the monsters running towards him in the fog. They seemed like illusions, but also like real entities.
Spots of blood splattered on his face.
The demonic tides surged, but they were nothing in front of the Primarch.
They were weaker than those Angron had faced previously within the Maelstrom.
Before he angrily ordered the demon army to attack Angron, the Lord of Red Sand had already experienced eight rounds of illusions.
Angron regarded them as nothing, and he would seek out his children, even if it meant death.
The last demon's head was chopped off, and Angron strode into the sand of the arena.
He saw the Ultramarines.
The Ultramarines stood there, larger than the average Space Marine, his dazzling blue armor standing out against the crowd of bright reds.
He was walking over the corpse of the World Eater.
The next moment, the flying Blood Father exploded the head, and the Ultramarines' head that was cut in half flew up into the air. In the eyes of the hovering head, the last image was Angron with one hand raised at the entrance of the arena.
At that moment, Angron felt an overwhelming rage.
The offspring were slaughtered, and the pain before death shocked him. He heard the World Eaters shouting for honor and loyalty in their last moments. He heard their screams before death.
Why,
Angron asked himself why.
Why is it always him, why is it always the World Eater who has to bear all of this, why, why on earth is this
The Primarch ran over and found that the place was surrounded by blood mist, but there were no enemies.
Only the corpse of the World Eater.
He stared in disbelief at his brood, their broken, blood-drained bodies, and Angron reached out with a shaking hand to try to close their half-closed eyes.
[Seeing all this, I'm sorry, my brother.]
A strange yet familiar voice sounded. Angron turned his head and saw a strange giant.
His face was covered with scripture and his violet eyes were filled with compassion.
Angron moved his cracked lips. He recognized the man. He had seen his brother in a picture.
[Hallucination, tell me what you want to do?]
Angron stood up slowly, the axe in his hand dripping with blood.
[Do you want to fight me?]
[No,]
"Lorka" said, he opened his hands peacefully,
[I just feel that you are in pain, and all this is meaningless to you. ]
Angron calmed down as he prepared for his next attack.
Fake, he thought.
[Landing in Rhea, then the Maelstrom, and finally Macragge, this is so unfair to you.]
[You could have been freed from all this suffering, your fate would not be so difficult.]
Angron swung his hand and chopped at Lorgar, but there was no feeling of hitting anything with his axe. He missed.
This "Luojia" is just a projection.
Angron stared at the chattering phantom and stepped back cautiously, preparing to leave.
[I can save you, brother.]
"Lorgar," said the Primarch, and Angron followed his gaze.
He hadn't even noticed there was an altar there before?!
At this moment, there were several Ultramarines and Word Bearers standing there. They stood there like corpses, like dead candlesticks.
Luojia opened his hands.
[The power of fate is always stronger than we imagine, Angron, I am deeply aware of this.]
Luo Jia turned sideways, looking into the depths of the blood mist with interest and patience.
In the blood mist, Guilliman rushed out with sword raised.
[Guilliman? !]
The sword and the axe collided with a loud bang, and the sparks of metal flew into Angron's eyes.
Angron gritted his teeth. What on earth was going on?!
The Guilliman he was facing seemed to be blinded by anger. His eyes were full of rage when he looked at Angron, as if Angron had burned his Ultramar!
It was obviously the Ultramarines who killed his warriors!
Angron roared and pushed Guilliman's sword away. He felt his blood boiling abnormally, and the anger urged him to raise the axe quickly.
Angron exhaled blood from his mouth. Everything was not as it seemed. He forced himself to calm down.
What now? What now?!
His soul was disturbed by a raging fire, burning beyond imagination—
Angron remembered something.
Angron gave up the initiative and took the attack from "Guilliman" in vain.
Angron took a deep look at the fake Guilliman. He felt angry, unwilling, and aggrieved.
He was aware of the spirits of his other living offspring.
They needed him, and he couldn't just abandon them.
No honor, no dignity... Angron thought, his instincts rebelling against him, cursing him.
But there were still people who needed him, the World Eater, Hades, Guilliman... He couldn't fall into the enemy's trap again.
He remembered the words of the false Lorgar. Why him? Why him, Angron thought? Why did the enemy keep watching him
Angron's mind pricked him, and he felt absurd, but he seemed to know what he had to do.
Angron thought, a higher-dimensional enemy sat on his throne, trapping them with blood and illusions everywhere, and they could only fight in the traps set by Him
He draws his strength from war and glory, Angron, you know this, you know—you know what you must do.
They had already walked into His trap, and Angron did not wish to walk into His stage again in the same order.
Blood flowed from Angron's mouth, and his vocal cords trembled.
You can do it, Angron, you can do it.
This is not... This is not what you thought.
Angron thought, his soul trembling violently and furious, and finally, to convince himself, he thought of Hades.
During the time when they left the Maelstrom, after confirming that Angron was in a state capable of simple combat, he had a sparring match with Hades.
At last Hades struck back Angron's axe with his sickle.
Angron used his battle axe to knock away the short sword of the impostor Guilliman.
The corners of his mouth forced a smile. In the end, Angron still couldn't do what Hades did—
"I give up! Stop fighting!!!"
[Fighting with you is boring and has no honor—I will not continue to fight with you! ]
The next moment,
Angron turned and began to run.
This was the first time he chose to escape.
No, Angron thought absurdly of the nonsense Hades had told him. This was a strategic retreat, Angron commented.
The angry dagger slashed through his shoulder armor, and the raging rage screamed towards him, with a kind of collapsed cry and despair, the rage of being fooled was raging, and the blood throne roared,
The altar collapsed with a loud bang, and Luo Jia's phantom disappeared with a scream of collapse.
Angron did not hesitate, he ran, ran toward his living offspring,
Because he knew he won.
And successfully mocked that existence.
He was pissed off.
In the past, they could only fight each other in the arena.
But on a real battlefield, fighting is never the only option.
Angron thought, and he laughed, feeling the inexplicable absurdity and pain, and he ran quickly, running out of the stage He had built for him, running out of his original destiny.
Rage pounded him, but Angron knew it was all in vain.
He found it funny that one step towards defeating the enemy was to shatter his own past perseverance.
But he knew it was all worth it. He knew he had a future that was more worth sacrificing for, and his descendants still needed him, rather than dying in vain now.
Angron saw Rokh and the other World Eaters struggling against the Ultramarines—
Angron's pupils suddenly dilated.
[Get out of the way!!!]
He roared, hurling his axe at Guilliman, who was charging at them at the same time.
No more, yay!
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