The One Who Made Gods Bleed

"To be precise, our current situation is no different from that in the Red Sand World."

"Although everything that the action encounters seems to be logical and can be considered as real behavior that happens around us."

But in reality, Nuceria is a demonic lair capable of being arbitrarily altered by Warp gods.

Is everything that happens on this planet really as real as we perceive it to be?

The Angel continued to listen attentively.

In the thirtieth millennium, almost everyone's knowledge of the Warp is still quite limited.

The words of Kasgar will largely inspire future Primarch in their strategies for dealing with these bizarre Warp Xenos.

"It's not just the humans on Nuceria who have problems."

"Even the weakness of Angron's true strength. All of this seems to be confined to a certain range, with everything developing according to the demands of that damned Xenos false god."

Nuceria, the city of Desia.

The blazing sun shines high in the sky.

The notoriously harsh Red Sand was filled with billowing heat, distorting the scenery before everyone's eyes.

The creaking carriage finally came to a stop. As the capital and largest port city of Nuceria, it is famous for its endless Red Sand beaches.

Even before these men brought Angron and the other gladiators here, several Pain Cross had already been erected high, and the cables prepared for these rebellious gladiators swayed in the midday sun.

"Angron."

"Look at yourself! In your rebellion against the great High Lords, what have you gained besides death?"

The silver metal [Eye of the Maggot] reappeared around him, just as it had when he was first pushed into the arena, filled with a tone of ostentation and disdain.

For their own safety, High Lords would not even face a ferocious beast like Angron directly.

Even if the other party is currently bound hand and foot in a prison van, there is no need for this.

"Coward, either show me your true colors or get out!"

Angron struggled against his restraints and spat at the disgusting and evil creature in the sky.

Disgusting stuff.

No matter how many times Angron killed High Lords in previous uprisings, there would always be those who desperately wanted to become High Lords and take that position.

Every single one of them was disgusting.

It's like a giant monster spawner has been installed here. Whenever Angron kills a High Lords, another almost identical guy takes his place, and the slave-catching teams continue to search for gladiator slaves.

Nothing has changed.

While Angron's forces achieved several victories against Nuceria's encirclement and attracted a large number of escaped slave gladiators with their powerful appeal.

But as the ranks grew, more and more divisions arose within the ranks—some gladiators wanted to settle for whatever came their way, some wanted to make peace with the city-state rulers, while those who wanted to fight the High Lords to the bitter end each had their own targets of hatred to conquer first.

The countless voices and differing opinions tore them apart, ultimately leading to the defeat of Angron and his gladiators.

"Don't worry, someone will come to see you."

The Eye of the Maggot seemed to be mocking Angron's plight, yet its tone carried a hint of envy. "We will soon be able to welcome the arrival of that great leader."

"What commander?" Angron shouted in dissatisfaction. "What kind of bullshit commander is there above High Lords?"

The Eye of the Maggot did not answer, but simply stared silently into his eyes, which were filled with rage.

"Who is this Archon? Why have I never heard of such a thing before?"

Angron asked Oenomaus, who was also locked in a prison cart, with a puzzled look.

"Hasn't the Archon always existed, Angron?"

The other party seemed quite surprised as well.

"It's just that he was leading his army to conquer other regions before, and wasn't in Desia."

"Don't you know who the Archon is?"

I don't know, or to be precise, I've never heard of it.

But Angron, as the Primarch, was certain of his memory and had never heard of any Archon existing in Nuceria.

But Oenomaus, who was standing next to him, seemed to believe it without a doubt.

That's really weird.

The scorching sun was still baking the earth from the sky.

For a planet with thirty-one standard Terra hours in a day, the scorching sun of Nuceria seems particularly unbearable.

"The Grand Archon is coming soon, Angron."

"If you could even look at Him with a second glance, your dog-like life would be worthwhile."

In the distance, amidst the bustling crowds, on the almost indistinct Red Sand coast, one—no, eight—steel warships laden with cannons were sailing toward the Red Sand coast of Desia.

That is

As the warship gradually approached the shore, Angron was able to see the face of the Archon standing atop the warship, as the Eye of the Maggot had described—

He wasn't particularly tall, but he had a deep nose, high eyes, and sharp gaze.

He wore a brass crown on his head, and his brass plate armor outlined his muscular physique. As he stepped off the warship, his scarlet battle robe fluttered in the wind.

Although they may not be visually appealing, they inspire a genuine and heartfelt desire to follow them.

It felt as if one could entrust their entire life and fortune to him and fight alongside him to conquer the world.

"Sir, he's right here, please—"

The Eye of the Maggot greeted it in an extremely obsequious manner.

This was the first time Angron had ever seen High Lords display such a subservient attitude.

Guided by the Eye of the Maggot, the Archon walked to the bottom of the prison cart where Angron was located.

"Hello Angron."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if he hadn't used his vocal cords in a long time.

But it also seems to possess some kind of magic, making people willingly follow it, conquering east and west.

His gaze swept over Angron without any attempt to conceal it, as if he were inspecting some gratifying trophy.

"Angron, your bravery has earned my favor."

He smiled and praised, "Your wisdom and your anger are equally fierce, I must admit. My army always welcomes a warrior like you to join us."

Who exactly are you?

Angron did not answer the question, but stared intently at the other person, like the Beast trapped in a cage.

"Great conqueror, emperor, you are worthy of your loyalty."

"Join us, and a world of greater possibilities and riches await your conquest. Only then will you realize how ridiculous your stubborn and foolish ideas were."

He said that.

"I don't know you. There has never been Archon in Nuceria, and there won't be any High Lords in the future."

"I have always been a free man. If you want me to work for slave owners..."

Although the Archon spoke nicely, his true nature of wanting Angron to serve him remained unchanged.

Angron, however, would never associate with slave owners!

Seeing that Angron refused, the Archon was not angry at all; on the contrary, he even had a look of delight on his face.

He's a tough nut to crack.

"I do not wish to use Butcher's Nails on you. You have already proven your wisdom in battle against the High Lords. I need a brave and resourceful warrior more than a foolish the Beast."

"Not only will your gladiator brothers and sisters be released, but you yourself will also regain your freedom and volunteer to fight under my command, leading eight legions to defeat enemies on all sides."

"But if you remain obstinate, in the end the Butcher's Nails will forever be a prison of your anger."

"You will kill the person you care about most in a daze. You will become the Beast that knows only anger, my most loyal War Hounds, to tear apart anything that dares to stand in your way."

The Archon glanced at him. "Angron, don't disappoint me."

A vicious scheme, but it was effective.

They brought up the gladiators, who were of Angron's greatest importance, as bargaining chips.

At the same time, he used the Butcher's Nails to completely block his escape route.

Even if Angron were to die, he couldn't achieve it; this was the best effect the Archon wanted to achieve.

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Angron hesitated.

His gaze fell upon the elderly gladiator Oenomaus beside him.

As Angron's long-time teacher and pillar of support, at this moment, all that remained in his gaze towards Angron was guilt.

"Angron, I'm sorry."

"Oenomaus?"

"We've dragged you down."

He and the other gladiators, as Angron's family, have always been an indispensable soft spot in his heart.

As long as they are still around, even if Angron has the Butcher's Nails in his head, he will still be able to maintain a considerable degree of clarity.

"Why do you say that, Oenomaus?"

Angron responded with a smile, "I never said I intended to give up."

"I will rescue you again, no matter whether we face High Lords or Archon next."

"I will lead you all to regain your freedom!"

As he spoke, the layers of shackles imposed on Angron shattered instantly. Almost in an instant, Angron broke free and swung the shattered metal strips in his hand, hacking down at the Archon's head.

Now!

Angron had been waiting for this moment, the moment when he could wield his axe against the supreme ruler.

His final act of revenge.

Even the Butcher's Nails and death can never stop Angron's desire to break free from all shackles!

But his final blow failed to work.

"This"

With a heavy thud, Angron stared in disbelief at what was happening before him, unable to utter a sound.

"Surprised, Angron?"

The Archon said this with a hint of sarcasm.

It wasn't him who was able to stop Angron's sneak attack. If it had been the Archon who had taken it down with his own strength, Angron might have felt better.

But reality is often more bizarre and more unexpected than Angron anticipated.

It was the slaves who stopped the assassination attempt on the Archon.

To be precise, it refers to the gladiators whom Angron considered family.

They stood before Angron, their eyes filled with mocking smiles, surrounding the Archon behind them.

At the same time, in the sky above Nuceria.

"Desia is right ahead! Angron and the others are being held captive on that other side of the Red Sand beach, I can see them!"

Kasgar pointed happily to the red beach in the distance.

There, he saw Angron about to be judged on the red sand.

Not only that, Kasgar also seemed to see a person standing in front of Angron's enormous prison wagon.

A person wearing brass-colored armor.

Hiss--

In that instant, Kasgar felt his heartbeat accelerate to an unimaginable speed, and then instantly return to normal.

Then, an indescribable anger and hatred filled Kasgar's heart.

(Stress)

"I saw it too, Angron doesn't seem to be in very good condition."

"We need to hurry."

The Angel replied, "And what do you mean by that play you mentioned?"

"Alright then, Angel, let's get straight to the point."

"There are no humans left on this planet."

As a planet that was once submerged in the Warp and is now being dragged back into the Warp, everything on Nuceria is beyond human comprehension.

Even humans are not actually humans in the traditional sense.

Instead, they are a group of half-demon creatures with human souls.

Why did the Emperor only teleport Angron out in the original story, and ignore the seemingly reasonable request to "rescue my brothers and sisters as well"?

Because it's all fake.

Angron's brothers and sisters never existed in the real world; they were...

But how could the Emperor explain this? As the propagator of the Imperial Truth, could he tell Angron that a demon Khorne exists in the world, and that his brothers and sisters are merely a pawn in His grand scheme, and that they don't actually exist?

They're all just imaginary friends!

Upon hearing this, Angron would probably activate Butcher's Nails on the spot.

So the Emperor used his traditional skill—

It was left unresolved.

I'll kick you straight into the flagship of the War Hounds, and let you have your chat.

"You can probably think of it as a kind of Xenos with assimilation capabilities, capable of assimilating humans into Xenos creatures of the same kind, which is extremely dangerous."

The Angel had encountered this type of assimilation Xenos before during the Great Crusade, so they were naturally not surprised.

Since everything on this planet is controlled by Khorne, he manipulates a group of Khorne's loyal followers as role-playing members. Their communication with Angron is often purposeful, aiming to lead him into a deeper abyss.

Rather than being a natural evolution on the planet, it is more like part of some kind of "Great Game".

Everything they did on Nuceria was merely to complement the young Angron in performing a carefully prepared play.

"What's that? Kasgar?"

"What exactly is this play you're talking about?"

The story of rebellion that once took place on Terra.

Its name is—

Spartacus

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Why did you stop me when I was killing the slave owner?! Why?!"

Angron could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes.

Those who stayed by his side through the darkest times, those gladiator brothers and sisters who sustained him through their blood, would one day turn against him with swords!

All for the sake of a damned slave owner's head!

"Want to know why, Angron?"

The Archon seemed to be enjoying the pain he was suffering from betrayal. "For all the pain you have endured, all the struggles you have had, are just part of a Great Game."

"Your escape from Desia, the establishment of your base, the incorporation of your personnel, and your counterattack are all under our control."

"You have never been free, Angron."

"No!!!"

Unable to accept all of this, Angron unleashed a power he had never imagined before, and in a fit of rage, he pushed away his brothers and sisters who were surrounding him.

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

He raised his arms high, and even his teeth aimed at a soft spot on the other man's face, using every means of attack he could muster to harm the Archon.

But the other party only gave a look.

An invisible pressure descended upon Angron in an instant, slamming him to the ground from his leap.

At the same time, countless streams of red light, flowing like liquid, coiled around him, imprisoning him in place, unable to break free.

"Accept your fate, Angron."

The Archon spoke again, but this time his voice had changed.

It was as if they were speaking in the most brutal yet glorious accent of warriors, in a desolate wilderness that had been conquered for countless years.

You will always be my

Blood God

Lord of Skulls

The Brass King

"Slaves."

Along with the word "I," countless names for "I" followed, filling Angron's mind in an instant.

It angered him and made him impulsive.

"You want to tear those traitors to shreds, don't you?"

"You possess this power, and you possess this strength. Believe me, as long as you—"

"Ugh, annoying little flies."

Halfway through his speech, the Archon suddenly looked up at the horizon.

"Something that won't leave you alone"

He watched as the Angel and Kasgar rushed toward him from the horizon.

He decided to stop playing house.

The Archon vanished from the spot.

Instead, there was a huge phantom sitting on Brass Throne.

All the people, the cages, and everything else on the Red Sand beach vanished as if they had never existed, leaving only the Red Sand.

And fire and blood.

Damn it!

Before it could make an emergency landing, Kasgar's gaze met that of the enormous Red Shadow.

One glance.

With just one glance, unimaginable fear and a desire to retreat began to sprout in Kasgar's heart.

That was an extremely powerful opponent, far beyond what Kasgar could handle at present!

Run?

There's no way to escape!

A weakling like Kasgar only deserves to grovel before Him—

Wrong!

Almost the instant he was about to kneel beneath the Red Sand, Kasgar braced himself with his hands to keep from falling, and forced himself to slowly stand up again under the other's gaze.

The thing Kasgar feared most has happened.

If Nuceria is dragged into the Brass Realm, then the most powerful enemy they may face is not just that foolish demon Kabanhah.

But it is something far more terrifying— Khorne himself.

This shameless red Dog-headed Man actually got involved and started beating up kids!

It's okay, Kasgar, you can do it.

If even Old Doctor can look directly at Slaanesh, then you can probably fight Khorne too.

Yes, they can fight.

Snap!

An increasingly powerful pressure, as if composed of the cries of countless wronged souls and the innocent dead, fell upon Kasgar.

Even before Kasgar could even glance at the other party, the Radiance of the Red Shadow was enough to make him breathless.

Angel!

By the way, how is the Angel doing now?!

As one of Khorne's most favored Primarch, the opponent certainly wouldn't let go of the opportunity to draw such an absolute SSR.

Kasgar glanced with difficulty at the person beside him.

The Angel didn't seem to be feeling well either.

She was struggling to stay upright, using the spear in her hand for support.

"No Centaur gold ring, no Centaur gold ring."

What she said made Kasgar's heart sink even further.

Compared to his subordinate Greater Daemon, Khorne himself occupied the entire brain capacity of the Khorne army (40K does not have Vaul).

His targeted approach seemed to have truly grasped the knot in the Angel's heart, and appeared remarkably effective.

If this is not stopped, it is very likely that—

Hiss.

Almost simultaneously, the red light from Khorne enveloped Kasgar's entire body once again.

An unspeakable anger and a desire for the glory of victory filled Kasgar's heart after the previous fear and timidity had subsided.

Even if he wanted to get rid of this Chaos evil corruption, the absolute influence exerted by the evil god himself was something that a mere Space Marine could not escape.

Kasgar even felt that his perception was changing.

Slaughter. That's right, slaughter, which is about to become his latest hobby.

In the realm of the Blood God, three carefully chosen spoils of war by Khorne are receiving the blessing of the gods.

Soon, in the Empyrean where time has no concept, he will have two incredibly powerful Daemon Primarch and a rising Chosen Champion.

He was very satisfied with this result.

It will be soon.

For example, the region where Angron is located.

After experiencing the betrayal orchestrated by Khorne, Angron lost all reason to live.

His entire life, including his experiences, his friends, and his enemies, was Khorne pawn manipulated at will by Khorne.

Everything is an illusion.

Only anger is eternal.

As for what Angron himself thinks, nobody cares.

He's just a useful tool, no matter where he is.

Nobody cares about a defeated gladiator slave, nobody.

But there was another "person" standing right next to Angron.

Gladiator Oenomaus.

For some reason, he did not follow God's will to prepare the most thrilling betrayal for Angron.

As Angron's mentor and half-father since his youth, Oenomaus' betrayal could absolutely drive him into an uncontrollable and absolute madness.

He did not do that.

This is not normal for a loyal servant of Khorne.

[Angron]

It tried calling out to the other, but received no response.

Of course, there was no response.

He could almost see countless steel cables emerging from the void above Angron's head, gradually solidifying from the illusory as the influence of the Blood God took hold.

In any case, this Butcher's Nails will forever remain Angron's prison.

In the future, he will serve as the Blood God's most loyal servant, fighting for him on the battlefield and eliminating all of the Blood God's enemies.

Just as the Blood God said.

Angron has never been free.

And no one ever cared about him.

It is merely a pawn that all parties are desperately vying for, a game between the Cowardly God and the Blood God.

Oenomaus could no longer bear to see the miserable state of Angron.

Is it because he has played the role of a human for so long that he has become like a human and feels sorry for what happened to Angron?

Or perhaps it's guilt?

Oenomaus didn't know.

He only knows one thing.

[Angron, you may not hear these words, but I still want to say them to you]

Perhaps there are some things that he has to do.

Oenomaus took a step forward, bone spurs protruded, his face deformed, and muscles bulged.

Perhaps you've encountered many illusions in your life, and met many untrustworthy people.

But this doesn't mean that all your struggles and resistance, or your life, are meaningless.

Next, Oenomaus's entire body turned red, his huge demon wings spread out from his back, and his figure was enlarged once again.

The appearance of Bloodthirsters covered his body, and he held a huge axe in both hands.

He kept walking forward.

I, Oenomaus, have always been your friend, brother, and teacher, and I will always support you.

If you can truly break free from your shackles and become a human being no longer enslaved...

Then go and embrace and enjoy your hard-won freedom, Angron.

I'm sorry.

"Blood God!!!"

"Look at me!!!"

At that very moment, Oenomaus roared and launched his final charge toward the great and unchallenged Lord of Skulls.

Blood churned and flames burned.

Like the most raging tsunami, it raged from the endless Warp.

It succeeded.

Even though Khorne was still somewhat caught off guard, Oenomaus seemed much more glorious than Skarbrand, who had launched a sneak attack.

A new crack has appeared on the brass armor that was already damaged by Skarbrand's sneak attack.

The crimson blood flowed slowly down, meeting the Blood God's long-absent surprise.

Khorne, he bled.

In Oenomaus' final strike, perhaps this Bloodthirsters wasn't called that, but he was willing to become Oenomaus, launching a near-fatal attack on his Blood God master for the sake of Angron.

A courageous, loyal, and righteous warrior.

He is a warrior worthy of our full effort, worthy of our glorious death!

Good!!!

The sea of blood in the Warp surged once more, even more violently than before.

Great! Awesome!!!

I haven't been this excited in a long Khorne.

Not only did they get the card they wanted most, they also encountered warriors in the realm who dared to challenge them head-on!

Khorne admired its rebellion, and therefore, would surely grant it the most glorious death.

Crushed into absolute ashes by the greatest power of Khorne.

Unable to be reborn, unable to be restored.

Under the full force of the Blood God's attack, Oenomaus vanished from all of time and space, and everything about it was completely erased.

Roars from all directions resounded throughout the entire domain.

They were celebrating yet another resounding victory for Khorne.

Of course, when He, having accomplished all this, once again cast a glance from His Bronze Throne toward the corrupting Primarch, He seemed to see something different.

Before Angron, who was kneeling on the ground, several teardrops seemed to appear on his body covered by the pool of blood.

What is that?

Tears?

How could a furious warrior of the Blood God shed tears for a Bloodthirsters who deceived him?

It was truly a magical sight.

But soon, when the Butcher's Nails has completely covered his brain and can never be removed, everything will be settled.

At that time, Angron will only exist as his most loyal servant.

What happened in the Blood God's Domain just now was merely a minor incident.

The corruption of the two Primarch and one Space Marine will remain unaffected, continuing its irreversible transformation toward becoming the property of Khorne.

Even Khorne's all-out attack just now must have consumed some energy.

But in Warp where even time and space dimensions don't exist, who could seize this subtle opportunity?

Zzzzz!

Within Kasgar's body, an orange-red crystal gradually emerged.

In fact, Khorne wasn't the only one who liked to play big games.

Even Mork will hit you hard on the head with a stick when you're not paying attention, Waaaaagh!

Basically, all the Warp deities that have appeared have been fond of playing grand games.

Even?

Even Asuryan.

From Kor'Shak's fall to their encounter with Kasgar, from their meeting to the battle and the display of the artifact, and then to Kasgar bringing the artifact into Khorne's Brass Citadel.

Everything was within Asuryan's plan.

After the Orange-Red Crystal flew out of Kasgar's body, an equally tall but more ethereal figure appeared inside the Khorne's Brass Citadel, confronting it from a distance.

Golden armor and a mask obscuring his face covered his entire body, while golden-red flames burned, instantly reducing any daring Khorne Daemons dared to approach to ashes.

He said nothing, but simply sent down the flames in his hand to the three people trapped in their shackles.

The flames, carrying a hint of pain, scorched them, banishing all the corruption from the evil god.

Under the protection of the Phoenix King, no evil spirits can harm other living beings.

Even if they are not of the Eldar?

Even if they are not of the Eldar.

"Since you are already dead, why continue to cling to the past?"

Even though he knew in his heart that Asuryan had been dead for a long time, the Blood God still seemed to have some fear of the phantom in front of him.

"The future world will surely fall into our hands, so why are you so stubbornly deluded?"

Faced with Khorne's battle cries that could drive anyone who heard them mad, the lingering image of Asuryan opposite Him did not answer, but instead continued to scorch the Brass Citadel with flames.

The golden-red Radiance shone even brighter under the reflection of the flames.

Under the influence of the flames, Kasgar, finally freed from its restraints, looked to both sides.

He looked at the Angel was holding a spear and ready for battle.

And there was Angron, silent, with two lines of bloody tears streaming down his face.

Kasgar could sense that extreme anger.

Angron, for Oenomaus.

Let's launch an attack on Khorne!