The earth shook at Angron's wrath.
Raging flames gushed out from the cracks in the ground, engulfing the entire world in a sea of fire.
The Blood God's servants twisted their bodies and let out all kinds of sharp and piercing howls.
Corax, who had turned into a black shadow, condensed into a human form again and stood on a huge round pillar.
Looking at Angron, who was completely on fire and dominated by eternal rage, the dark twins were filled with rage.
"A disgusting beast." Corax's voice penetrated the air shrouded by poisonous smoke and echoed in the deserted construction site.
Angron looked at Corax and roared.
The battle axe in his hand was burning, emitting an evil flame that was enough to turn a soul into ashes.
The two boys, like copper bells, were burning with endless anger.
Eternal torment torments this Nuceria ghost, eternal gladiator.
Corax stared at Angron.
He could not see any trace of their former brotherhood in the other's eyes.
All you can see is the killing and war waged by a slave under the control of the Blood God.
Angron could not recall the identity of the creature before him.
All he could think about was hunting, fighting, and killing.
During the Horus Heresy, Lorgar performed a ritual of ascension for him in Nuceria.
He was no longer the same Angron.
No more tiredness, no more sanity.
There is only an eternal lust for war and a hunger for bloodshed.
Black wings of steel.
Pale face.
Messy black hair.
It's all so familiar.
Some lost memories emerged in Angron's mind, but were quickly suppressed by anger.
As a subordinate of the Blood God, all he had to do was fight.
He doesn't need to know the other party's identity.
Killing, killing, eternal killing.
Angron took a step toward Corax and rushed forward.
Each step was so heavy that it made the earth shake and burn.
Under the strange sky, on the ground burning with raging fire.
The Ravens fought with the Gladiators.
They breathed the air that smelled of murder.
When metal and iron collide, the sound is like thunder.
On the ground, demons slaughtered slaves and offered sacrifices to the Blood God.
The Word Bearers warriors were all excited when they saw all this.
They came over from the other side of the portal one after another, ready to join the battle to hunt down the Primarch.
Under the sky, the primordial energy of the Supreme Heaven continuously poured into the bodies of the two Primarchs, catalyzing two brilliant supernovas that radiated tremendous energy.
Fighting on the demon planet of the Eye of Terror, Angron was able to unleash a power far greater than that available in the real universe.
He transformed into a tall giant of fire, his eternal rage taking shape and burning fiercely beside him.
Huge wings extended from behind him, wrapped with brass chains and unholy fire.
The battle axe in his hand spewed out even more terrifying flames, as if it was forged from the primordial fire.
The essential power of the Primarch was brought to full play.
With a roar, the entire hill collapsed, forming violent whirlwinds of fire that tore through everything in sight.
This is the true power of the Daemon Primarch.
In the real universe, Angron can only play a small part of it.
And here, his strength can be fully exerted.
Corax's body turned into a dark cloud composed of billions of ravens, and the cries of the crows silenced all things.
Billions of pairs of snow-white claws and pointed beaks gathered into a storm that reached the sky and the earth, spewing out white-hot thunder.
The aftermath of the battle between the two Primarchs tore the earth apart, and the unfinished temple collapsed and shattered in flames.
The bodies of countless slaves and traitors who died at Corax's hands were reduced to ashes.
The speed of both sides was so fast that it was impossible to see their movements clearly.
Every time the battle axe and claws collide, there is a sharp sound.
With his agility, the Raven King pressed forward step by step, his sharp claws scratching Angron's body again and again, and the hot demon blood dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound.
Angron roared, angry at his own clumsiness.
He couldn't keep up with Corax's speed.
At this moment, he was like fighting with a shadow.
Every time he was about to approach Corax, the other party would always leave one step ahead or turn into a shadow.
Every time his battle axe swung in vain, the Butcher's Nails would bite his brain more fiercely, causing him more pain.
After ascending to the level of a demon, Angron no longer had any flesh and blood left.
There is only a container made of etheric power to hold the ghosts who died long ago in the war of the gladiator uprising.
With the disappearance of his flesh and blood body, Angron's Butcher's Nails did not disappear, but became even more terrifying.
Every failure would cause him unprecedented torture.
The sublimation that Lorgar spoke of forced Angron to pursue more killings, otherwise he would be in agony.
Driven by his rage, Angron grew in power.
Finally, he got his chance.
The axe swung through the frenzied flock of crows, causing Corax to howl in pain.
Countless ravens transformed into human form.
The tall Lord of Dark Crows was covered in blood and gasping for air.
A huge crack appeared on the pure black armor, and blood flowed out of it, dripping into the cold wilderness.
Angron was also wounded and filled with endless rage.
"It seems that I came at the right time."
A deep voice came.
The Word Bearers turned their heads to look over, becoming even more agitated and excited.
Ten thousand years of humiliation must be washed away today.
The black-gold arch was ignited by a huge halo of energy.
On the other side of the door frame emerged an extremely magnificent church.
A tall figure stood on the other side of the portal.
Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, who had been pondering the profound question of what a god is in the cathedral, walked out of the church.
He smelled revenge.
Smell the breath of the death of the Dark Raven Lord.
Lorgar walked through the portal, his golden body draped in a robe and crown with burning spells depicted on it.
The power of the runes surrounded him.
In his hand, he held a ferocious hammer. The dark power contained in it was as vast as the ocean, and it seemed ready to break free at any time.
In his other hand he held an ancient war club.
The stick was made of an unknown metal and was covered with numerous scars and defects.
A three-eyed skull is embedded on the top of the stick, and the bone layers are engraved with layers of overlapping and intertwined golden sigils.
Lorgar watched the battle between Angron and Corax with his unique blue eyes.
"I never thought that after ten thousand years, we would meet again in this way."
Lorgar's voice is very magnetic, which is why he is able to inspire so many believers.
Seeing this guy appear, Corax's face turned gloomy.
He stood up and prepared himself to deal with the two traitors.
Angron's fighting power is not inferior to his, and with Lorgar added, it is a situation of inevitable defeat.
"Coward, I thought you were dead in your shell!" Corax taunted.
Lorgar shrugged it off, "I was just thinking in the church about what great things can accomplish. Humanity will rise in unity and immortality, becoming the most favored race of the Pantheon. This is the right path."
"I don't want to argue with you about this. You're crazy, Lorgar. I don't want to argue with a madman about anything. I just want to kill you." Corax said angrily, "Even if I die here today, I will kill you first. It's all because of your stupidity and arrogance that you messed up everything."
"I was right." Lorgar opened his hands like a devout preacher. "Everything now proves that what I did was correct and far-sighted. Even if Horus had not rebelled, do you think everything would be different? Do you think the Empire would have peace? No, Corax, never."
"What the Emperor brings to every world is submission, not peace. The two are contradictory. If the Lord of the Empire only wants obedience, then the outcome is doomed. No matter what enlightenment the Great Crusade brings, it is unimportant, whether it is the truth of the Empire or the secrets of the gods. The Astartes Legion will never have the day to disarm and return to the fields. They will always march to the battlefield because this is the meaning of their existence. The war will never stop, even if the Great Crusade can push to the edge of the galaxy to eliminate every alien and make every world surrender."
"Discontent will spread, people will rebel, and the world will be set on fire. Greedy human nature will drive countless men and women to pursue the truth, and the truth will often destroy the tyrant. The emperor tried to use the strongest power to suppress all this, but he completely forgot that there is nothing strongest in this world. What he can have, others can also have."
"Perhaps you think I am a pawn of the gods, a foolish believer, then you are wrong. The gods are powerful, but they are also fickle beings, fighting each other for much longer than peace. In order to win, they will spread lies like mortals. The future they promised is unreliable, and I have chosen a completely new and completely different path for mankind, a path of freedom."
"I have long foreseen that the Emperor will become a god in the worship of mankind, whether he likes it or not. This is inevitable. Just like the falling rain will eventually gather into the ocean, this is fate, and it is the will of destiny. You and I are all part of it and cannot change it. The Empire will collapse in chaos, and people will choose different camps according to their beliefs. After this, humans will become the true chosen race, and will survive forever in endless wars. No race can match or replace the status of humans. This is a new path. Those heroes will live forever in the temple of the gods until the end of the universe."
Lorgar stared at Corax, his tone passionate and enthusiastic.
What a great road.
Only someone like him who sees the true nature of the universe clearly can push it forward.
Others are either lost in their own little worlds or fooled by the gods into losing their minds.
He alone remained consistent.
"I told you you were a madman," Corax taunted. "Are you trying to stir me up with your crazy tone, like you're stirring up those foolish believers?"
"I don't want to encourage you, because you will die here." Lorgar smiled, raised his hammer and club, rushed towards Corax, and prepared to work with Angron to kill the Raven Lord.
Angron roared and swung the battle axe in his hand towards Lorgar.
Even more violent anger turned into flames, burning on his body.
With one strike, the smiling Lorgar was knocked away.
The heavy body of the Primarch crashed to the ground, raising a huge cloud of dust.
This scene came so suddenly.
This left many Word Bearers and Lorgar stunned.
We are all in the same camp, why attack our own people!
Corax was also stunned.
He didn't understand why Angron would attack Lorgar!
But he did not hesitate, instead he turned into a black shadow and fled from the battlefield.
He had no idea what conflict or hatred there was between the two.
But he knew that if the two of them worked together, he would die here.
Evacuation is the most reasonable option.
If Angron was alone, he would try to hunt him down.
But now, it’s not just Angron.
To do this, he needed to escape from here and return to his own camp.
If you stay any longer, there are too many variables and it's easy to put yourself in danger.
If Angron slashed twice and then turned around to cooperate with Lorgar, he would not be able to escape.
"Why!" Lorgar asked loudly in confusion as he got up after watching Corax run away and Angron roaring at him.
"Tell me, Lorgar, where are the free souls of those gladiators of Nuceria?"
Angron, who was unable to maintain his sanity, was now able to speak clearly and in complete sentences.
Endless pain tormented Angron's soul.
But at this moment, he was miraculously suppressed by his long-collapsed sanity.
Angron walked towards Lorgar step by step.
His performance shocked both the Word Bearers and Lorgar.
"Angron!" Lorgar said in horror, "Have you recovered?"
“Tell me, Lorgar, where are those free souls?” Angron roared again like a demon, terrible flames burning, and the battle axe in his hand turned into a more advanced form.
“I don’t know what you are talking about?” Lorgar was so frightened by Angron’s performance that he took two steps back and said loudly.
"The soul of a free gladiator from Nuceria." Angron roared like a wild beast. His mind was once again shattered by the pain caused by the Butcher's Nails, and endless rage once again controlled him.
Luo Jia wanted to say he didn't know.
But the next second, Angron leaped up and swung his axe at him.
The power of this blow was so terrifying, it contained Angron's endless rage.
"Angron, we are free." On the eve of the final battle, sixteen-year-old Yochuka kissed a flower that bloomed in the cold snowy mountains. "I really hope that one day we can be as free as the wind, and no longer be the playthings and slaves of the nobles."
"You are my child, Angron. I will not hate you, but please do not let it control you, and do not succumb to the fate assigned to you by those nobles." On the night when the Butcher's Nail was implanted, when he was furious and beat his adoptive father to death, the man who raised him uttered the last words.
"You can kill us, but we will not surrender. As free spirits, we will die without regrets." Croma said loudly in front of those high-ranking knights.
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Shattered memories surfaced in Angron's mind.
Those memories tormented him and turned into his never-ending rage.
The power emanating from the battle axe in his hand became more and more violent.
The earth was cracked by him, and terrible gullies appeared on the surface, which was shocking to the sight.
The war club in Lorgar's hand was cut off after only one blow.
The Word Bearers warriors tried to stop the frantic Angron.
But no one was his match, his violent force shattered everything.
The Word Bearers warrior who was blocking the way was instantly blown into a ball of minced meat.
Rage, endless rage, rage that never subsides.
It's burning.
Burning more fiercely than ever before.
It madly increased Angron's power.
The Blood God's laughter resounded throughout the warp.
Never before had a rage been so pure and intense.
"Portal!" a Word Bearers warrior shouted in horror, attracting the attention of others.
The energy field inside the portal vibrated uncomfortably.
Black sparks kept streaking across the force field plane, like large ripples on the calm surface of water.
The transmission channel is collapsing.
"Retreat." Lorgar shouted.
Angron's attack was so crazy that Lorgar couldn't bear it at all. Every time he fought, he felt that the weapon in his hand was like being hit by a planet.
The Word Bearers opened fire subconsciously, and explosive shells and various light beams rained down on Angron.
The horrible flames burning on Angron's body engulfed all attacks, making them ineffective.
Lorgar limped towards the portal.
But Angron launched another charge, leaped up, and slammed towards Lorgar.
It’s too late!
Just as Angron was about to strike Lorgar, a flash of light appeared.
The light disappeared.
Lorgar disappeared.
Angron looked around but couldn't find any trace of the other party. He could only look up to the sky and roar that would terrify even the demons.
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Lorgar could sense Angron's anger and murderous intent.
He was just a little bit away from death.
"Greetings, Lorgar, Lord of the Word Bearers."
Lorgar looked in the direction of the voice and spotted a warrior wearing gold and blue armor.
The other party was standing on a high platform, holding a scepter.
And on the side, the sacrificed slaves were still bleeding.
Apparently, at the last moment, it was the other party who used witchcraft to save him from Angron's axe.
Luo Jia looked at the other person's face, and memories of the other person emerged in his mind.
"Magnus's Thousand Sons? I think your name is Ahriman."
"Yes, Lord of the Word Bearers, you are not mistaken. Compared to you Primarchs, the word 'mistaken' probably does not exist. You have perfect memory." Ahriman said.
"How did you happen to appear where Angron and I were fighting, and save me so coincidentally?" There was a hint of surprise in Lorgar's eyes.
It is known that the Thousand Sons have followed Tzeentch, who is known as the God of Change, the Lord of Plots, and the God of Deception.
"I did not plot your fight with Angron. I just happened to be here. And I did not arrive by chance. I appeared before Angron, when Corax appeared." Ahriman explained. "It would be of no benefit to me to provoke a fight between you and Angron. If you can live in harmony, it will help me more than fighting each other."
"Why are you here?" Lorgar was skeptical of Ahriman's words. The followers of Tzeentch were as untrustworthy as Tzeentch himself.
Always be wary of them, otherwise you will die without knowing how.
“I invite you to join the alliance,” Ahriman said.
"What alliance?"
"Destroy our common enemy, Guilliman."