Angron, You Are Free

Blood surged, battle cries roared, and flames rose.

Stalled before the Brass Citadel, red and golden-orange light surged and eroded each other in the Warp, but neither could completely defeat the other.

Vast swathes of blood evaporated, and a large number of low-level imps near the center of the battlefield turned to ashes before they could even utter a scream.

Even a high-ranking Khorne Daemons, under the scorching heat of this level of Warpfire, could only roar and cheer for its leader from afar, unable to intervene in the battle between the two gods.

Faced with this stalemate, the god on the Bronze Throne roared in anger.

He was furious.

Although He has always been angry, this was definitely the angrier He had ever been.

That damned god who had suppressed him for so long had actually appeared before him once again.

Even if it is only a part of a dead god, a fragment left behind by Asuryan, an incomplete existence that could be easily crushed like Avatar of Khaine, it can inexplicably be almost equal to His power within His own Brass Citadel —His Blood God Domain!

This is an insult!

How could the decaying legacy of that dead god be compared to the might of the Lord of Skulls, the King of War?!

But no matter how angry the Blood God is, he still cannot change the current stalemate between the two.

Now, all that's needed is an opportunity.

A trigger, someone who has enough power to break this balance.

Apart from the two gods facing off, the entire Brass Citadel consisted of only Sanguinius, Kasgar, and Angron.

"It was you! You ruined everything I had?"

Angron stepped forward. He raised his head and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Angron!"

"Don't be impulsive! We can wait for the Angel to recover and then attack Him together!"

Kasgar tried to persuade him from behind, but it was clear that Angron did not agree with Kasgar's point of view.

This has nothing to do with victory or defeat; it's simply the most primal and essential form of revenge.

Angron continued to stare intently at Him.

The other person's eyes clearly conveyed the deepest hatred, yet they didn't utter a single word.

He just stared intently at the blood-red phantom on the Bronze Throne.

Khorne can feel that extreme hatred and anger. It's delicious.

If the illusion could cloud his perception, making him believe that the Angel beside him was Khorne, then both of them would be driven into a frenzied battle.

How delicious it must be when the victor finally comes to his senses after ripping out the opponent's heart!

Unfortunately, the phoenix fire of that damned Denier (Asuryan) was able to dispel His scheme, which was a real disappointment.

"I know your tricks, you devil!"

"My hatred will never stray!!! Never!"

He ruined Angron's life.

Damn demons, disgusting creatures!

Although Angron wasn't entirely clear on what kind of being he was facing, just now, when Oenomaus transformed into its Bloodthirsters form and leaped towards its master, it was clear that...

Angron understood all of this.

This deep red, demonic creation is the true controller behind Nuceria.

It was neither the Eye of the Maggot floating in the Gladiator Arena, nor the high- High Lords.

Those people are not monsters; their situation is just as tragic as ours. Don't blame them.

There are monsters far more ferocious and vicious than them; they are the true targets of your anger.

At this moment, Angron recalled the teachings of Oenomaus.

He never lied!

The real monster must have truly been a monster all along!

It's that blood-red phantom sitting on the throne!

Everything it did was to bring Angron under its command and make him its eternal gladiator slave to serve it.

For this reason, Khorne orchestrated everything in Angron.

It's like putting a different human soul into a vessel Spartacus, hoping that Angron can rise up like this hero of slave rebellion on Old Terra, and ultimately die with a heart full of resentment.

The mastermind behind it all could then watch the poor man's struggle as if it were a real drama, and feel sorry for his final fate.

—Even if it orchestrated all of this itself.

Whether it was his experience of being arrested in his youth, or the duels he fought as a young man; whether it was his power being suppressed to the point that it was no longer worthy of being called Primarch, or the uprising and ideal of freedom that he could never realize in his lifetime.

It's all fake.

Including Oenomaus, who truly considered Angron as family.

Its determination was unwavering, and its will to resist was intense.

Even Khorne himself could not bring it back under his control and had no choice but to completely eradicate its existence.

Angron moved.

Facing Khorne's direct gaze and the terrifying pressure of the Blood God, he did not feel the slightest bit of cowardice.

After realizing that everything he had was being manipulated by the other party, Angron, who had escaped the brain-in-a-vat trap for the first time, truly felt his own power for the first time.

That Primarch power that had been suppressed and accumulated for countless years!

After the Phoenix King's blazing fire burned through Asuryan's phantom, all the malice and seals from Khorne on his body were released at that moment.

Angron, the Primarch who can absorb the emotions of others, unleashed his full power for the first time without the Butcher's Nails.

His muscles twitched and veins throbbed uncontrollably, as if he were regaining control of his body for the first time. He let his body change and power surge, but he still stared intently at the Blood God.

A surge of power was gushing forth within him, even though, as a Primarch, his power was indeed far too weak compared to that of a true Warp God.

Are they weak?

He didn't say a word, he just kept running forward.

With a single step, ancient Gold-Red Flame, accompanied by a halo, enveloped Angron's body, and a condensed power, like armor, was added to his skin.

Next came the shoulder armor, arm armor, and helmet.

With each step he took, Angron's aura and power increased several times over, like a knight facing a dragon's provocation, as Angron charged toward the phantom on the Bronze Throne.

Even at the very end, just as his body was about to be crushed by the surging force, he leaped high into the air with his hands clenched.

Like a shooting star, it launched an attack on the extremely asymmetrical, blood -Red Shadow.

"Roar!!!"

Angron, who had leaped into the air, let out a deafening roar.

There were no threats, no words.

Faced with the purest and most genuine hatred, no words can describe the rage that was rising in Angron's heart at this moment.

Any words would only tarnish and dissipate Angron's anger at this moment.

Only a roar carrying the most primal rage could express Angron's true intention at this moment: he only wanted his opponent to die.

Only death!

Only then can we seek justice for the suffering he has endured over the years, and only then can we make the gladiators who betrayed him pay the price!

Only then can Oenomaus's hatred be washed away!

With Angron's roar, a slightly ethereal longsword, burning with golden flames, appeared in his loosely clenched hands.

He didn't know how all of this came about, but it all happened naturally with his attack.

It seemed that beyond the Blood God's domain, countless people or gods were supporting Angron's counterattack against Khorne in their own ways.

Not only that, but just as he was about to strike the blood-red phantom, a bright red light flashed.

Even Khorne's own blessing was bestowed upon Angron at this moment!

I'm hitting myself!

It's somewhat strange, but perhaps Khorne didn't want to bless the other side.

But as the Lord of Skulls, He could not refuse such intense hatred and rage, nor could He refuse the desire for a satisfying battle with Angron.

It wasn't just that he couldn't refuse psychologically, but rather that his path as Warp god truly required him to bestow a portion of his power upon the other party.

Perhaps encountering such a challenging opponent in ordinary times would only bring Him pleasure and excitement amidst His rage.

But things are different now.

Not just Asuryan!

Khorne could sense that his monopolization of the Angel and Angron had incurred the wrath of other Chaos forces.

If both of these powerful beings are Khorne by Khorne, the balance of power among the four Chaos Gods will inevitably be broken.

This is absolutely unacceptable to the other three gods.

They were also keeping a close eye on the Blood God's Brass Citadel, and would rush in to buy Brass Citadel whenever they had the chance.

This is why Khorne has never dared to fully confront Asuryan's phantom.

The four Khorne Chaos Gods — Tzeentch Nurgle, Slaanesh —were never a monolithic entity.

The other three gods were able to cooperate at some point to break Tzeentch's staff, but if the Brass Lord ever became too powerful, the other three would surely unite to deal with the rising Khorne.

Wow. It's not just these three!

Seeing Angron raise his flaming golden longsword high, Khorne immediately understood something.

And a whole bunch of cowardly scoundrels are watching Him!

In desperation, unable to escape from the raging flames of Asuryan's afterimage, Khorne had no choice but to take the blow with his true form.

Click!

Almost simultaneously, not only Khorne's body, but also the entire barrier of the Blood God Domain seemed to show some gaps under this attack.

From the phantom of the Bronze Throne on the horizon, on the tiny gash that had been torn open by Oenomaus's previous attack, Angron thrust his sword in once more.

The wound was still very small; compared to the Blood God's terrifying height in the Warp, it was basically equivalent to a scratch on the surface of his body.

It's no big deal.

Although Angron is indeed at full buff level, it's wishful thinking to think he can go toe-to-toe with the gods of the Empyrean.

The next moment, Angron was sent flying by Khorne's will.

At a tiny crack in the barrier on the horizon, several beams of blue, green, and pink light seemed to be shining.

The other Chaos Gods are also watching this place!

Khorne roared, trying to divert some of his power to resist and repair this minor breach in the barrier.

But it seems that the extremely annoying phantom of Asuryan is always haunting me.

Under the melting of the Warpfire, the energy He emitted to remedy the situation was instantly eroded and burned away, turning into nothingness.

Even though doing so would greatly deplete the last bit of power the phantom had left, he still insisted on using his last bit of power to stop Khorne.

Even the phantom fragment of Asuryan understood that he could not defeat the powerful Khorne by relying on his own strength alone.

Therefore, He must bring in some new external assistance.

Although the Chaos Gods appear to be one force, there has never been a shortage of intrigue and deceit among them.

Once these guys find out that Khorne has captured the Angel, they'll definitely cause trouble!

Khorne, of course, also knew this.

But what could He do amidst the relentless burning of the Warp flames?

Under Khorne's increasingly anxious gaze, finally, after the illusory image of Asuryan had dwindled to a mere wisp of near-nothingness, the streams of light broke through the cracked barrier and arrived before the Brass Citadel.

First up is the Imperial Two-Headed Eagle.

"I am Weaver of Fates Carlos!"

Seemingly sensing that he was in a very strange future, one of Carlos's heads shouted angrily at the gap in Khorne's barrier.

Ah, this.

The Imperial Two-Headed Eagle says it is Weaver of Fates Carlos.

But whatever, it's an Imperial Two-Headed Eagle anyway.

The Imperial Two-Headed Eagle, accompanied by an endless stream of Daemon Prince of Tzeentch and an even larger army of fearsome demons, appeared on one side of the Blood God's Domain.

They came here simply because they were annoyed by Khorne's wealth and wanted to cause some damage.

It doesn't mean anything else.

However, if we could add just a little bit of variation, wouldn't that fit the plan of the Lord of Change even better?

With that thought, a deep blue Radiance gathered at the staff in its hand, and along with a large number of spell light screens formed by countless spellcasters behind it, it was launched towards the direction of the Brass Citadel.

Then came that large, noisy fellow, accompanied by countless chattering chatter.

Father of Rain Rotigus, accompanied by countless laughing little "elves," stepped into this barren land of only blood and fire.

As the Nurgle army landed, both the mouth on its belly and the Nurgle army smiled.

But it's clear that Khorne's brother, whose mind is full of muscles and who is a Khorne really poor aesthetic sense and environmental awareness.

The area surrounding the entire Brass Citadel was an endless wasteland, filled with sulfur and fire.

How can a place devoid of any life be called beautiful, or even alive?

Rainfather decides to help his stubborn uncle and make him understand the beauty of life and nature.

As it waved the boxwood branch in its hand, Great Unclean One.

Accompanied by a sticky, foul-smelling soup filled with various decaying biological tissues, it adheres to the ground and continues to penetrate and spread.

Beneath this vibrant "spring," all sorts of bizarre plants and animals expand and twist with extraordinary reproductive power, improving this crimson land.

Seeing that a suitable environment had finally been found, the Nurgling beside the Rainfather chuckled and happily leaped into the sticky filth, swimming and frolicking joyfully.

It was like being in a lush, blooming Garden of Nurgle.

Seeing that it had worked, Rainfather also smiled happily.

That's right!

This is what makes life vibrant enough, so that those who only know how to fight can understand the blessings of a loving father.

Reach the highest level of the Warp — the Brass Citadel.

The Brass Citadel is so beautiful.

Oh dear, aren't we watching Kabanhah?

Let's look at Khorne in the distance, family.

Its purpose in coming here was twofold: firstly, to take away the Angel that symbolized unparalleled resilience, and secondly, to abduct Kasgar as well, adding it to the cozy Garden of Nurgle.

Actually, Angron is also very suitable to receive the teachings of a loving father. What should we do?

Why don't we take them all with us!

And while we're at it, let's adorn this dull and lifeless Blood God's Realm with the magnificent Garden of Nurgle, as a sign of the benevolent father's good intentions.

But it seems that Kabanhah doesn't appreciate it.

"Shit?!"

A furious and painful battle cry

Kabanhah charged forward like a madman and began fighting with the Rainfather.

Unexpectedly, Kabanhah not only didn't appreciate it, but actually launched an attack on Rainfather.

Good deeds go unrewarded!

It's not over yet.

Finally, there was Hill Esk, hailed as Avenger's Loyal Pair, who led a large number of Keeper of Secrets and Daemonette into the Blood God's domain.

Although only one (or two) Daemon Prince arrived, this one was no pushover.

When Khorne sent His army to attack Palace of Slaanesh, these two, without receiving the blessing of becoming demons, were able to kill three Bloodthirsters with their mortal bodies. Khorne's face turned ashen, and Slaanesh's tears flowed freely.

After being blessed by Slaanesh, they became Slaanesh's favorites and received His blessings.

He once commanded the Bloodthirsters to attack Palace of Slaanesh, deeply humiliating Slaanesh's generals for their incompetence.

Now Slaanesh can also send Hill Esk, the hero who once stopped Khorne, to fight back against Brass Citadel.

The roles of offense and defense have now reversed!

Fear is permissible, and lust is also permissible!

A humiliation tinged with irony is exactly what Slaanesh likes.

And that's not all; these three Chaos gods came to cause trouble.

In addition, an increasing number of forces, an unimaginable number of the Chaos Demon Army and all sorts of Chaos Daemons, appeared around Khorne's Blood God Domain at this moment and launched an invasion into it.

They mingled with the countless Khorne Daemons who were eagerly preparing to fight.

It's the most familiar and also the most popular mixed action game!

But Khorne, who usually loves big, chaotic sex, couldn't laugh this time.

Stop messing around!

Don't cause trouble at this crucial time!

With a roar filled with boundless rage, the Khorne army of Bloodthirsters, led by Kabanhah, also stood at the forefront of the Great Chaos, facing the combined Chaos Demon Army.

Moreover, the Bloodthirster Angrath led his army to guard the Brass Citadel, preventing any demons fortunate enough to breach the first line of defense from interfering with the corruption of the Primarch.

The Khorne is urgent.

The previous corruption was almost completely interrupted by the sudden appearance of the Phoenix King's phantom, causing His corruption progress to return to zero.

The three Angel are now facing a struggle among the Chaos Gods, although the other three are only sending their subordinates instead of their own bodies.

But when it comes to actually fighting for their Angel, they'll probably have to swallow their pride and Khorne to the death.

After all, everyone loves Angel.

We will not allow Khorne enjoyed by one person alone.

Now, right under the noses of the other three gods, he—

Just as these Four Gods were restraining and wary of each other.

A golden teleportation beam, unexpected by everyone, shot in through the tiny crack in the barrier and instantly enveloped the three of them.

Just as Khorne was pondering how to corrupt, the Angel, Angron, and Kasgar vanished instantly into the Brass Realm.

They ran away.

My Angel and Angron.

They've all run away.

Not a single one was left!

He used to have a backup plan, Angron, but now he doesn't even have Angron anymore!

He let out a furious roar.

Within the Brass Realm, a sea of blood surged and flames erupted, while the attacks of those Bloodthirsters became even more ferocious.

He was furious.

The Blood God is truly, truly enraged.

When He lost His two Primarch, He could hear the gloating laughter of the other three Chaos Gods.

These guys!

All they do is fight amongst themselves all day long!

Okay, so you like infighting, huh!

Then I'll fight you cowards to the bitter end today!

With another roar, it blasted all the demons that dared to cause trouble in the Blood God's domain out of the domain.

Such a humiliating disgrace, He could not tolerate it!

We must wash away the blood of the enemy, and take their skulls as our spoils!

Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight Bloodthirsters, leading (a whole bunch of eights) of low-ranking demons, divided into eight legions, launched an attack on the domains of the remaining three gods.

(I don't know why there are so many Bloodthirsters, G.I.D.A. even say there are 88^8. G.I.D.A. it?)

They vowed to offer the blood and skulls of those who dared to intrude at the critical moment when the Blood God corrupted the Primarch as spoils of war to the great Blood God!

Kill!

As for the Accursed in the real world, let's leave that aside.

These traitors must be swept out of the Empyrean first!

In an instant, the Chaos Demon Army, who were blaming each other, hurling insults, and shouting battle cries, once again engaged in a fierce fight.

Even the passing Orks fleet, after hearing about the incredibly exciting battle, decided to get involved.

Once again, the Warp was immersed in an atmosphere of joy and happiness.

Pride of the Emperor

After a process of locating and searching, the Emperor's powerful forces, guided by a former friend, locked onto the three reckless individuals who had been dragged into the Chaos Demon Realm.

And at the moment a crack appeared in the barrier of Khorne's Blood God Domain, Psychic Power energy infiltrated from within and located its position.

Ultimately, the three were successfully teleported.

"Welcome back, Sanguinius, Angron."

Standing in the spacious central plaza of the fleet, surrounded by a large number of Adeptus Custodes, the Emperor addressed the two Primarch who were still in shock.

"And Kasgar."

"We're back in the real world? Where is this? Who are you?"

Angron was the first to stand up, looking at the Golden Armor warriors surrounding him, his hands raised in a defensive boxing stance.

"I am your father, my child."

The Emperor saw his smooth head (which had no nails and no hair): "Welcome back and to our cause."

Father?

This term was far too unfamiliar to Angron.

As someone who suffered amnesia from birth due to the influence of the Blood God and only had scattered fragments of memories of his past, Angron never thought about who his father was.

And they never cared about that.

For Angron, everything that happened that day was too bizarre—after being captured and the appearance of the Archon, it felt like a series of the most magical dramas in the world were unfolding before his eyes.

Gods, hell, fire, and all sorts of bizarre demons.

Now it's interstellar warships—what on earth is going on?

If it weren't for the fact that Angron, as the Primarch, had already released all his repressions and was able to read the compressed file in his mind, any ordinary person would have been overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information.

"So, what do you want to do to me? 'Join our cause'?"

"What career?"

"Humanity's Great Crusade," the Emperor said, pointing to the vast starry sky outside the window. "Many more stars await our arrival in the future. You will continue to hone your martial prowess under my command and use it to conquer those stars scattered throughout the world."

"Conquer?"

Angron frowned upon hearing this word.

For Angron, who was born a slave gladiator, "conquest" was never a good word.

Generally, such terms would come from the mouth of slave owners to refer to lowly slaves like themselves.

"Let's get straight to the point. What do you want me to do? Kill? Or something else?"

"As for whether you are my father or not, let's leave that aside for now. You seem to be no different from those slave owners."

Look at his gleaming golden armor, and the rows upon rows of golden Adeptus Custodes standing there.

Too much gold.

They were all gleaming with Angron's eyes.

And all these characteristics seemed to tell Angron that the person in front of him was the tyrant he hated most in his life.

Angron's words were very angry, which made the Adeptus Custodes around the Emperor nervous and prepare to surround him.

"What does this mean? Is this how you treat your children, Father?"

The Emperor fell silent in response to Angron's accusations.

It seems they haven't figured out how to answer this question.

"Wait, Angron, let me add something first."

Seeing that both sides seemed a bit tense, Kasgar quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

Then he moved close to Angron and whispered a few words to him using Psychic Power.

"Okay, I agree to your request. When am I ready to set off?"

All I can say is that Kasgar's words were indeed effective.

After he finished speaking, Angron made a complete 180-degree turn from his extreme refusal to accepting the Emperor's proposal and taking the initiative to lead the army into battle.

"Your legion's flagship is nearby. If you are ready, I can teleport you there now."

"Okay, if there's nothing else, let's teleport now. I don't like to waste time."

"Angron said."

"Can."

The teleportation ceremony was arranged very quickly. Given that the Emperor himself was the strongest Psyker, the Psychic Power was actually extremely fast, except that the War Hounds Legion had to make room for it in advance.

"Angron".

As the Emperor was teleporting away, it seemed that his eyes, when he looked at the other person, finally showed some of the emotions that a normal person should have.

"Um?"

"Please allow me, in my father's name, to congratulate you on regaining your freedom."

From this day forward, no evil creature will ever be able to control or imprison you, and no Xenos will ever be able to control humanity.

Angron, after experiencing all of this in Nuceria.

Now, enjoy this hard-won life.

". Thanks."

"However, I'd like to say something."

"I have a father, and his name is Oenomaus."

Before disappearing onto the deck, Angron said defiantly.

Snap!

The next moment, in the reception room of the War Hounds Legion, a huge figure fell from the void into a seat.

"Sanguinius, you should go and rest too."

Seeing that only the two troublemakers remained, staring at each other in bewilderment, the Emperor sighed helplessly.

How dare they venture into the Demon Realm with just the two of them?!

Although this operation was indeed dangerous, it almost cost the lives of both the Angel and Kasgar.

Fortunately, the result was still relatively optimistic.

Not only did they not lose a single person, they also saved Angron from the clutches of Khorne, who would have been dead.

Butcher's Nails Khorne's absolute control over Angron's corrupted soul, much like Magnus's right eye contract was snatched away by Kasgar.

The moment he appeared, it proved that his soul no longer belonged to him.

This is why the Emperor appeared particularly cold when he saw Angron in the original work.

Fortunately, this time, with Kasgar's intervention, things seem to have taken a turn for the better.

Seeing that the two had indeed saved Angron despite the risks they had taken, the Emperor naturally couldn't criticize them any further.

"The Blood Angels have been searching for you. If possible, you should hurry back and lead your legion."

"Yes."

The Angel returned the gift.

"Go. As for everything that happened to you before, don't talk about it to anyone."

"I need to talk to Kasgar Sherlock about the rest of the matter alone."

It's the study on the Pride of the Emperor again.

"You told Angron that the Emperor's expedition was to deal with those Xenos (Khorne Daemons) like those encountered in the Crimson World?"

Hmm. Actually, you're not wrong.

Angron might not listen to anything else, but if you mention fighting Xenos, especially the Khorne Xenos, he'll be wide awake!

"Um."

Kasgar stood there somewhat awkwardly, motionless.

"I have to say, you did a great job this time."

"Although it was somewhat reckless and foolish, you did something I never thought possible."

He conveyed a hint of joy.

Both of them seemed to be deliberately avoiding discussing why the phantom of the Phoenix King would appear on a human.

These are topics that are off-limits for both of them.

"I sincerely apologize to you. My child, you have proven your ability to change the future."

"It's what I should do."

Kasgar answered respectfully.

But it seems that this very statement gave the Emperor a handle to use against him.

"That's right. So, I've decided to entrust the next Primarch who is about to return to the Emperor's Children Legion to lead him into the Great Crusade."

"I hope you can reshape the Primarch's mindset and guide him back from the path of fanaticism."

"Return to the Primarch?"

It's a new Primarch, isn't it?

That should be fine, after all, even the most difficult Angron was miraculously saved by Dr. Kal'tsit after Psychic Flame was banned.

What Primarch is there that Kasgar cannot handle?

Let's calculate the time.

Moreover, it seems to have moved the timeline forward by a few years compared to the original story, due to Khorne's sudden acceleration.

What Primarch reverted around the Angron Year?

He's still a stubborn character, huh.

Kasgar suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

"You will know all this when our ships arrive in Nostramo."

Nostramo

Hey, I thought it was—

Where?!

"Nostramo?!"

With a final scream, Kasgar in the study seemed to fall silent.