Daemon Primarch Angron (Part 1)

Surrounded by eight rivers of blood, atop a mountain of skulls, before the massive bronze altar of a shrine, the blood-red portal finally began to open!

Almost simultaneously, the entire blood-red palace was enveloped by an extremely violent aura. The surging killing intent, mixed with the roaring gale, was like the wrath of an ancient god. The space and even the atmosphere trembled, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the pillars supporting the palace groaned under the impact of this shockwave!

Kap-pi! Kap-pi! Kap-pi!

Amidst a sound like a mirror shattering, space emitted a mournful wail as the structure of reality was torn apart by a pure, boiling malice surging from the High Heavens!

A thick, bloody light, mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur and a viscous, flowing river of blood, all surged out from that "gateway." Alvin, who was closest to it, had no time to dodge and was completely soaked in it, as if he had been fished out of the river of blood.

Boom!

The brass altar was being trampled by an enormous, inhuman-looking foot, the force of which caused the magnificent altar to tremble.

"Failed?" Alvin's pupils suddenly contracted, his mind completely blank.

That shouldn't be the case. The scene he "foresaw" clearly showed him stopping the "Chaos Summoning Ritual" and destroying the evil Chaos Sorcery!

But what happened before his eyes was like a slap in the face.

His "foreseen" future was flawed!

Why did it turn out like this?!

Since he awakened his "foresight," he has never made a mistake, but what just happened has undoubtedly served as a wake-up call for him!

Predictions are not a panacea.

However, while his mind was racing with thoughts, the blood-red figure that had half-stepped out of the "Warp Rift" did not stop moving at all, and directly stretched out its huge palm to grab Alvin.

"Your Highness!"

The enormous, blood-red hand, like a dome, descended from above, its five fingers spread wide, and directly grabbed at Alvin, who was still in a daze.

Afkar, who was half a step behind, immediately glared angrily, let out a roar, rushed forward, grabbed Alvin, and pulled him backward without caring about the force.

Alvin was jolted awake by the tug.

Looking up, the enormous blood-red figure, having missed its target, spewed out two streams of scorching air from its nostrils, seemingly somewhat annoyed. With a burst of strength, it squeezed its massive body out of the Warp Rift.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!!!

Amidst an extremely piercing, almost noisy, mechanical roar filled with the wails of the soul, a massive Chainaxe, carrying a terrifying momentum, like an endless river of blood pouring down, cleaved straight towards that annoying worm that ruined everything!

"Protect His Highness--!"

That devastating blow, like the collapse of the heavens, even made Afkar, who had once slain Greater Daemon, feel the threat of death.

But he lived up to the Lion King's trust, and even in such a dangerous situation, he still gave Alvin a powerful push, sending him flying.

Then, he spread his legs apart, one in front of the other, as if climbing a mountain and straddling a tiger. Relying on the superb skills honed on the battlefield, he swung his Power sword from bottom to top in an extremely exquisite arc, slashing towards the axe handle, attempting to deflect the terrifying force.

But he greatly underestimated it.

Boom!!!

The giant axe crashed down without the slightest hesitation, shattering the Power sword into pieces before striking Afkar directly!

lLa...·

The Power Armor, forged from a mixture of Ceramite and refined Adamantium, was shattered by a single axe blow!

But Afkar was extremely experienced. He had already turned his body half a step away when the giant axe fell, so that the axe only severed his right arm.

In just one round, Afkar's heart sank to the bottom. Based on his many years of battlefield experience, the blood-red figure before him was far beyond their ability to defeat.

"Quickly, take His Highness away!"

With this in mind, Afkar made his decision. Without hesitation, he used his remaining left arm to draw the dagger from his waist, bit a Melt Bomb his mouth, and charged forward fearlessly.

He was willing to sacrifice his life to buy time for the others!

As long as he can escape into the mysterious forest, no matter how powerful he is, he won't be able to catch up. In this way, he will have fulfilled his vow to the Lion King!

"Um?"

The blood-red figure let out a soft snort, seemingly puzzled that this person dared to attack him. Was he out of his mind?

But soon, the blood-red figure raised its leg, and with a sonic boom like a cannonball, its whip-like leg left afterimages as it crashed into Afkar!

Caramel!

This whip kick contained astonishing power, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, all of which poured onto Afkar.

In an instant, his body flew backward like a tattered rag, all his bones and vital energy shattered with a cracking sound, and blood gushed out.

Bang!

Afkar crashed into the ground.

Looking closer, his Power Armor was almost completely shattered, his chest was caved in, and his helmet was cracked, indicating that he was taking in more air than he was exhaling.

"Knight Commander!!!"

The children of the Sons of the Forest were all shocked by this scene. This was their knight commander, known as the "King of One-on-One Duels."

But what was the result?

In less than a second, he was severely injured!

Everything that just happened happened in less than a second. Even Alvin didn't have time to react before he saw the critically injured and dying Afkar.

Only then did everyone look up, stunned, shocked, and horrified, at the terrifying blood-red figure on the altar of the shrine.

Sleeve's physique was extremely robust and imposing. His already muscular body swelled to an abnormal size after Ascend to Daemonhood. Each bulging piece of flesh looked as if it had been cast from molten lava. Beneath his red skin flowed a hot, filthy dark red light, and the heavy armor covering his body was also covered with blackened blood.

The hot stream spewed from its mouth was like a Hellforge, the scalding heat distorting the surrounding air and filling it with the pungent stench of sulfur and blood.

The most childlike thing is the head.

Completely devoid of human characteristics, the chair's twisted corners, like battering rams, violently pierced from the side of its forehead, pointing straight to the sky, dripping scalding molten slag and seemingly congealed viscous blood plasma from the tips.

And on his blood-red face, completely corrupted by the evil of the Warp, muscles were knotted and throbbing, and foul-smelling liquid flowed from between his protruding fangs.

But the most striking feature is the red-glowing destruction device embedded in its head, resembling a nail!

The blasphemous metal device, seemingly coexisting with the Daemon, pulsates like a living thing!

Each pulse would provoke the Daemon's already volatile spirit, keeping it in a state of constant rage and madness. Amidst the flashing crimson arcs of electricity, the roaring shockwaves would engulf the entire Blood Palace!

The crimson wings, forged from black iron and bone and extending from the shoulder blades of the spine, exude a suffocating pressure. Each flap of the wings is accompanied by thick smoke and sparks, unleashing the terrifying malice from the Warp without reservation!

With each step he took, the air distorted from the intense heat, and the ground cracked under his heavy footsteps, leaving burning footprints.

"A. Er-Wen-Yi-!!!"