Make Nukeria Flow with Blood

The warship slowly decelerated and docked in Nukeria's low orbit.

Satellites orbiting the low orbit were the first to detect the magnificent warship from the stars.

Nukeria's rulers observed the giant warship, bearing the double-headed eagle insignia, through satellites and ground radar.

Some families attempted to hail it, seeking to establish contact.

The warship offered no response, merely moving slowly in low orbit, searching for something.

Nukeria's rulers dared not attack the warship.

Most of the Void constructs left behind from the Golden Age were damaged.

The remaining ones posed no threat to a warship with powerful firepower and Void shields.

They dared not do anything but seek peace.

Inside the bridge, the noise from various secondary systems mingled together.

Floating information interfaces emitted a faint glow, illuminating the dim control room.

A rapid ticking sound echoed through the bridge.

The intelligence chief rose from his seat and walked towards the Adeptus Custodes squad led by La.

He handed a data slate to La.

"We've found Primarch Twelve's life signal and successfully locked onto it."

"But his condition is very unstable, with significant fluctuations in his vital signs. It seems he's under attack?"

La took the data slate and examined the information on it, his gaze calm.

"How foolish are these mortals, to dare attack and attempt to harm my Lord's creation."

"Order the auxiliary forces to prepare for planetary landing. We will not only bring Primarch Twelve back, but we will also conquer this planet as a gift to my Lord."

The Tech Black Tower, preserving much dark technology, stood tall on Nukeria's surface.

Tech-Priests resided within the tower, serving Nukeria's various families.

They modified the bodyguards of the various families, granting them unimaginable strength.

Using dark technology, they created various monsters for gladiatorial combat to entertain the nobles.

They disciplined slaves who dared to defy their masters, turning them into mere house dogs.

Angron, who had been brought in, once again broke free from his restraints and went on a killing spree within the Black Tower.

High Knights, who served as bodyguards for the various families, were attempting to regain control of him.

But Angron was too strong; the sturdy Black Tower was almost destroyed by him.

The biological killers and monsters, considered nightmares, were blown apart by Angron with a single punch.

The High Knights, implanted with advanced cybernetic prosthetics and genetically modified, were like frail children before Angron, with no ability to fight back.

"Release the anesthetic gas."

"Activate the containment protocols."

The Black Tower guards and the elites of the various families used every means at their disposal.

Only then did they manage to corner the unarmed Angron once more.

Several thick beams of light pierced Angron's body, pushing him to his limit, and he finally collapsed.

Angron's body possessed terrifying regenerative abilities, but each recovery consumed stamina.

When Angron fell from exhaustion, numerous High Knights swarmed him.

They fitted heavy chains forged from high-density alloys onto his fearsome, strong physique.

"This guy, we can't let him eat his fill from now on."

"Forget eating his fill, we should keep him perpetually hungry, shackled forever, like a dog tied up."

The soldiers, still shaken, kicked the beast-like Angron with their feet, venting their anger.

"Hahaha."

The general in charge of the suppression stepped on the unconscious Angron's head and laughed with his hands on his hips.

"So what if you possess strength comparable to a god? A slave is still a slave, forever crawling beneath our feet."

"Hurry and send this guy to the operating table, dig out his brain, and implant the Butcher's Nail."

"From now on, he will be a slave, forever a slave."

Crack!

Crack!

Tiny lightning bolts appeared in the air, wriggling like electric snakes.

To everyone's stunned gaze, a brilliant ball of light appeared and rapidly expanded.

Then, it suddenly exploded.

A dazzling halo formed.

Countless tendrils of electricity shot out in all directions.

Twenty golden warriors appeared amidst thunder.

Each was impossibly tall, like gods described in myths.

They wielded halberds crackling with arcs of electricity, their cloaks like the setting sun, scarlet as blood, covering armor more brilliant than gold.

La stood at the forefront, surveying the scene.

He saw the ravaged battlefield and the Primarch Twelve, who had collapsed, bound by chains like a dog.

Primarchs were creations of the Emperor.

The most recently returned, Primarch Sixteen, called the Emperor Father.

And the Emperor had not denied it.

This meant the Emperor acknowledged the Primarchs as his sons.

And now, these people were attempting to harm the Emperor's son.

From this moment on, right and wrong no longer mattered.

Defending the dignity of the Emperor and the Imperium was the most important thing.

"Kill them all," La's voice was icy cold. "In the name of our Lord."

The Adeptus Custodes' minds registered a prompt from the Gene Engine.

[Combat Mode Activated]

The Adeptus Custodes were already the Imperium's strongest force, and with the specialized Gene Engine implanted, their combat power surged.

With unspoken coordination, they charged towards the enemy, swinging their halberds, sweeping away all enemies within sight.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

High Knights, Tech-Priests, and the monsters they created were all cleaved into pieces by the Adeptus Custodes.

The battle lasted only five minutes from start to finish.

The guards of the Tech Black Tower and the High Knights were annihilated.

Broken corpses were scattered everywhere.

Blood stained the corridors and the halls adorned with luxury goods.

The entire scene resembled an Asura's hell.

"Who exactly are you?" a noble demanded, looking at the Golden Armored Warrior before him, a mixture of shock and fury in his voice. "Why are you attacking us?"

La did not answer. Instead, he swung his halberd, cleaving the man into pieces.

"Primarch Twelve remains intact, with no illegal damage."

The Adeptus Custodes inspected the unconscious Angron.

"Wake him up," La commanded.

The events at the Tech Black Tower immediately drew the attention of Nukeria's major houses.

However, none dared to order a long-range strike on the Black Tower.

The magnificent warship in orbit possessed terrifying firepower capable of turning the entire planet to ash.

The Golden Armored Warriors who had swept through the Tech Black Tower clearly hailed from that mysterious warship.

If a conflict broke out, that warship would undoubtedly bombard the entire planet.

"The guards of the Tech Black Tower and the Tech-Priests are dead. They are now guarding Angron Tarka, clearly having come for him."

"Angron Tarka bears clear marks of gene-crafting, possibly a creation of a major power in the galaxy."

"Let them take Angron. Inquire if they have any other conditions and fulfill them all, as long as we can get them to leave."

"..."

After deliberation, Nukeria's major houses decided to appease these Golden Armored Warriors.

Regardless of why they had come, they would do their best to satisfy their demands and avoid war.

At the meeting, the lord of House Tarka's expression was grim.

Angron was House Tarka's best gladiator.

If there had been any other option, he would never have handed Angron over.

After the meeting, the major houses dispatched envoys to the ruined Tech Black Tower to communicate with the Golden Armored Warriors.

"Esteemed guests, after deliberation by the major houses, we have decided to gift Angron Tarka to you. He is our strongest gladiator, worth a king's ransom."

Hearing the envoy's words, La revealed a mocking smile.

"Primarch Twelve is an asset of the Imperium. Why would we need you to gift him?"

"You intended to harm Primarch Twelve and treated him as a slave. This act insults the Imperium, insults our Lord. Go back and tell your masters to choose to commit suicide. Perhaps then fewer people will be implicated."

"If we are forced to act, Nukeria will flow with blood."

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