Angron: Nuceria's Slaves, Freedom, and Liberation

Break free!

Ron could feel the evil will inside Daemon Angron's body slowly receding, that heart-palpitating might gone.

"Looks like those parasites in the Warp have backed off. Maybe they chickened out, or maybe they're dealing with the remnants of the holy psychic energy..." he thought.

That was the inevitable result. Because he had played things too cautiously, the Chaos Gods couldn't tell whether he could keep pouring "filth" into them.

Or whether he might directly detonate the youth-edition Golden Throne and the Skeleton of the Emperor, dealing them even more damage.

So withdrawing their will from Angron and cutting off the channel was the choice that minimized their losses.

It also let them clear away the holy residue in their domains in time, preventing the losses from spreading further.

Zzzzt~

The thruster on Ron's armed mechanical arm turned crimson under the overload, then fell off.

The plunger was ruined. He would not be able to use it again in the short term.

At that moment, Daemon Angron, who had been foaming at the mouth, suddenly opened his eyes too, but there was no wisdom left in them, only madness.

The Chaos Gods had made one final attempt. As their wills withdrew, they poured out the last of their Fel Energy.

They hoped this mad beast could bring The Savior more destruction. If it could damage The Savior's armament, that would be the best outcome.

That would also keep the Chaos Array running, allowing the array to complete its final closure.

Ron looked at that frenzied gaze and instantly became alert.

Though he knew his odds of winning were very high, he still had to stay cautious, lest he capsize in a gutter.

Moreover, this Chaos Array that covered the star sector had already reached its final stage.

"Those Warp