The sky of Terra cracked open, and scarlet gullies appeared in the sky.
The earth has been broken, and a rift like an abyss has torn apart the once prosperous city.
The wind was raging, as if millions of dead souls were roaring and screaming.
Blood-like raindrops fell on the ground and quickly merged into the scarlet river on the ground.
The army of demons howled.
Eighty-eight servants of the Blood God roared to the sky at the same time. They were forged from the most ancient emotion of fear in all things.
They are the embodiment of battle fury, the embodiment of blood thirst, and the mythical Titans of tyranny and destruction.
When they stand on the earth, the horizon shakes.
Let them wave their blood-red bat wings, and the burning flames will become more intense.
Lightning and black flames surrounded them, and violent etheric energy rotated at high speed with them as the center.
However, these are not the most frightening things.
What shocked the world the most was the return of Angron, the son of betrayal.
The earth is shaking and the sky is crying.
A terrifying shadow walked into reality from the blood rain and set foot on the land of Holy Terra.
He is here.
The King of Red Sand, the Red Angel, the Slave of Nukelia, the King of Gladiators, the Prince of Blood, the Broken One, the Will of War and Fire, the former Betrayer, the Eternal Curse.
He is back.
Just as it was ten thousand years ago.
He once again tried to break into his father's palace.
This time, his power was even stronger and more brutal.
Flames burned on his strong and powerful body, and his red eyes revealed endless anger and fighting spirit.
The overwhelming hatred turned into endless rage, burning fiercely in his body and the surrounding area, isolating a special area that belonged exclusively to him.
Angron is here.
They came for revenge, for old grudges, and to end the Emperor's rule.
In the demon's body, the soul of the former Nukelia slave still howled.
That was Angron's last glory.
Shattered, the ghosts of the past drive this body of limitless power to deliver the final blow of revenge.
After completion, Angron will completely become a slave of the Blood God.
When Angron looked toward the palace, his deepest anger burst forth.
The anger came from the fact that he did not die in the final battle as he wished.
Of course, it was not the battle on Terra led by Horus.
It was the battle on Nukelia where he and his last brothers and sisters faced those hateful nobles.
In Angron's heart, he never felt that those Primarchs were brothers to him.
He never felt that the legionnaires he led were his descendants.
His only brothers were the gladiators who died on the planet Nukelia.
The fragmented memories continued to torment Angron.
Even when he became a demon, he kept repeating it.
Those phantom memories emerged in his mind, telling of past sins.
He abandoned his brothers and sisters and fled in despair.
Although it was not his own will, he did escape.
He was a coward, a coward who gave up the path to freedom and was forced to submit to a tyrant.
Angron looked up at the Lion's Gate, his axe burning with black flames, and he grinned a cruel smile.
He let out a roar towards the sky.
Countless demons also screamed.
Then they rushed to the Lion's Gate and war broke out.
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Before the original body returned to its place.
When Horus was just found by the Emperor and kept by his side for teaching.
There is a world called Nukelia at the edge of the galaxy.
A planet that retains most of the dark technology but uses slavery.
The nobles held all the power, and the lower classes became their toys for fooling.
Their comfortable life has allowed them to develop some entertainment methods that ordinary people can hardly imagine.
The life-and-death fight is one of their favorite events.
And in a mind-blowing explosion, they get a new toy.
On this day, the arena was packed with guests. Countless dignitaries came to enjoy the exciting and bloody fights and were immersed in them.
One hundred slaves were put into the cage.
Every once in a while, the acid in the cage rises.
The arena is also in the shape of stairs, and only by fighting to the death can one move up and find a way to survive.
If the winner is not determined within the specified time, both fighting slaves will die.
In the arena, there was a child who was only ten years old and he stood out.
He held a weapon in his hand and looked with a sad face at the slaves who were trapped in cages like himself.
The boy was extremely strong, and even though he was still very young, he had already revealed his extraordinary side.
His face showed that he felt the pain and fear of the slaves.
The boy was picked up from outside by other slaves.
The slaves found the boy among a pile of alien corpses.
The nobles regarded him as a gladiator with great potential and sent him directly to the arena.
No one knew that he had a special ability, which was to sense and absorb the pain of others.
The boy could sense the fear of the slaves present, and he looked blankly at the dignitaries on the platform.
The young mind simply could not understand why those people in fancy clothes would get pleasure from killing each other among their own kind.
Why can't they understand and sympathize with the despair and pain of another suffering person? Why do they use such cruel means to torture their own kind
Get satisfaction and happiness from the other person's screams.
What a twisted mind and world this is!
In order to stay alive, the boy was forced to kill every slave who fought against him.
But he used his special abilities to try his best to make every victim die without pain.
In the cruel and ruthless arena, such behavior is undoubtedly a kind act.
"You are more qualified to live than I am, kid. You are a good person. But living is often the greatest torture for a good person. In this world, good people don't have a good ending." When the last slave fell down, he showed a smile and a hint of regret.
He could foresee the terrible future that lay ahead for this powerful and compassionate child.
The despicable ones will be promoted to the temple, while the kind ones will be doomed.
This child is a good person, but he should not appear in this era, let alone come into this world.
In full view of everyone, the child achieved the ultimate victory.
The boy was given the name Angron by his slave master.
With his strong physical fitness, Angron became an undefeated gladiator in the Nuceria Arena.
The nobles cheered him on in the fight.
But they wanted more, they wanted this invincible gladiator to become even more cruel, even more brutal, even more invincible.
To this end, they arranged a fight to the death between Angron and his adopted father.
Angron threw away his weapon in the arena and roared at the countless nobles.
"Even if you kill me, you won't make me surrender, let alone think of making me hurt him."
In order to resist the oppression of the Nuceria nobles, Angron rushed towards the guards, killing his way out and trying to take his adopted father away.
However, the high-ranking knights of the planet Nukelia possess technology from the Dark Ages.
Angron, fighting alone, did not succeed in escaping.
He was brought back by the nobles' army.
The nobles were very dissatisfied with the toy's rebellion, so they implanted an ancient device in it, which allowed it to only gain pleasure from anger, and other feelings would only cause it pain.
Angron felt pain in everything he did and thought except fighting and anger.
This device is the Butcher's Nail.
A malevolent device from the dark ages.
They sent the enraged Angron back to the arena to be with his foster father.
Angron lost control and killed his adoptive father, tearing his body into countless pieces.
The nobles on the platform cheered endlessly.
Cheers to this bloody fight.
Cheers to the fact that no one can escape their control.
After the excitement, the nobles left the arena.
Angron regained consciousness and, in the arena, he held the remains of his adoptive father and let out a brutal roar that lasted for days.
After that day, the boy who could sense other people's pain and absorb their negative emotions died.
The only one who survived was Angron, enslaved by the Butcher's Nails.
Angron, who lost his loved ones, hated everything about Nuceria and vowed never to be a toy to please the nobles again.
He gathered gladiators who were willing to follow him to death, launched an uprising in the middle of the night, and inflicted heavy damage on the nobles of Nuceria.
Kill the nobles who cheered for the bloody fights.
However, the counterattack from the ruling class was equally fierce.
Angron's forces were forced to flee into the Desh-Yin Mountains on the planet Nukelia.
Those were very difficult days.
But it was also the most beautiful and happiest day for Angron.
It was a beautiful moment for him as a free man, fighting alongside his brothers and sisters.
Without food, he made the gladiators drink his blood.
Without supplies, they huddled together for warmth.
Each of these gladiators was Angron's brother, sister, and companion.
They would die for Angron, and Angron would die for them.
Even under the torture of the Butcher's Nails, Angron tried his best to maintain his humanity.
There was no way he was going to allow that abominable implant to take away the last thing he had.
The Butcher's Nails twisted Angron in agony, but he still managed to give his companion one last smile.
On the final night of the battle, he and many gladiators made a vow.
They will fight to the death in the name of freedom.
On cold snowy nights, those companions snuggled up to Angron, just like a real family, real brothers and sisters.
He took out the only blanket he had and covered his companion's body.
The Butcher's Nails rebuked his weakness and tortured him with pain.
But Angron resisted the Butcher's Nails, even though those tender emotions would cause him pain.
Those vicious implants had taken everything from him, but Angron would not let it rob him of what mattered most: his brotherhood.
Never.
They will run towards death as free men.
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In the torment of regret, pain and memories.
Angron roared as he once again stood on Terra, his rage overwhelming his reason.
Those things were echoes of his past.
A remnant of the past Angron who took care of the other gladiators and tried to keep them alive.
It is the last trace left by the little boy who could absorb the pain of others and empathize with others.
A large part of Angron's anger came from the fact that he could never forgive himself for his betrayal and cowardice.
Angron should have died with his brothers on Nuceria, not become the Primarch of the Warhounds, let alone become a servant of the Blood God.
He should have attacked the emperor resolutely, even if the other party would tear him to pieces.
That time, he was cowardly.
Created his own sorrow.
It also brought sorrow to Kahn and countless World Eaters.
Angron never forgot that day.
Nor will he forget what the Emperor took from him.
In that final battle.
Angron and his many gladiator brothers charged into a legion a hundred times larger than themselves.
He knew very well that if he continued to fight, he would die in this battle.
But he never had the slightest fear.
He would die a free man, alongside his brothers and sisters.
Falling in an endless battle, he ended his tortuous, tragic but regretless experience with an ending of pursuing freedom.
The Emperor took away this power.
Angron was forcibly taken away, and the nobles of the planet Nukelia were transformed into loyal servants of the Empire.
The desperate fight for freedom was easily portrayed as a small war of slaves against their masters.
Angron despaired.
He was never promised life, but was brought into this world by the delusion of a tyrant.
He never promised to reach the stars, but was forced to leave his comrades behind because of the selfishness of a tyrant.
He was never a hero, nor a traitor.
He is just a ghost.
A pathetic ghost.
Just a ghost who longs for freedom but is ultimately enslaved forever by tyrants and gods.
The real Angron was long dead.
He died in Nukelia.
Angron was already dead when he was forced to take command of the Warhounds, daring not to rebel against the Emperor.
Angron, without a free soul, is nothing more than a pathetic slave.
There is no difference whether it is the Emperor or the Blood God.
Angron knew that he was just a slave.
He came for revenge and to completely cut off the past.
After this day, the ghosts of Nuceria will die completely, and only the eternal slave, Angron, the Lord of Slaughter, will remain.
He stood in front of the big demons, and countless demon armies screamed at his arrival.
All of Terra shook, trembling with the return of the Son of Rebellion.
Countless mortals were crying and howling, they were praying desperately and crying desperately.
The end of the world is coming.
No one can deny this.
Valyrian leapt from his warplane and stood on the wall, staring at Angron and the great demons.
They formed a torrent and rushed towards the Lion's Gate.
Valyrian gripped his halberd tightly and ordered all soldiers to remain at their posts and prevent these blasphemies from entering the Emperor's sacred residence.
But he overestimated the defense of Lion Gate.
Due to the stupidity of the High Lord, a lot of troops were withdrawn from Lion Gate, and coupled with the losses during this period, the defensive force was stretched to the limit.
Eighty-eight Khorne Daemons plus a Daemon Primarch, and countless demon armies.
Faced with such a huge force, the Lion Gate, with its weak defense, was simply unable to resist.
Within an hour, Lion's Gate fell and countless demons poured into the Imperial Outer Court.