Daemon Primarch Angron (Part Two)!

Enveloped in thick smoke and sulfur, the Daemon, whose every step caused the Blood Palace to tremble, cast a shadow from its blasphemous wings, enveloping the entire shrine altar.

At this moment, the hundreds of crimson World Eaters were kneeling in worship raised their axes and Chainsword fervor, shouting the "honor" of this crimson figure!

Red Angel!

Blood Father!

Lord of the Nails!

Damn, I almost didn't recognize him! --- Alvin's temples bulged with veins. These familiar names made him recognize that the Daemon summoned by the "Chaos Ritual" was none other than the Daemon Primarch, Khorne's Living Engine of War— the World Eaters, Angron!

Because the Khorne Daemons all looked almost identical, Alvin didn't notice the gleaming nail on the other's head for a moment.

But now, he was truly bewildered.

Are you kidding me? The summoned Daemon is actually the Daemon Primarch —Angron?!

Angron's background is rather tragic.

His madness stemmed from the "Butcher's Nails" embedded in his forehead, a magical device that even Emperor could not overcome, ultimately contributing to his Corruption.

This device suppresses fear and pity, keeping those embedded in the Butcher's Nails under constant stimulation of pain and rage, turning them into complete madmen. Its endless torment has also thoroughly twisted Angron's mind, making him into this state.

What happened afterward—whether it was the Emperor's forced conquest that extinguished the last vestige of humanity in Angron, or the right and wrong that dragged the entire legion into the abyss—is now meaningless.

What stands before them now is nothing more than a slave utterly consumed by rage and a bloodlust!

If you had to choose the one with the highest IQ among the Primarch, many people would probably have different choices, but if you had to choose the one with the lowest IQ—then without a doubt, it would be "Angron"!

Of course, many people also believe that the real Angron is long dead, and what is alive now is just a walking corpse controlled by the Butcher's Nails!

So here's the question.

Was it the Daemon Primarch Angron, or the Butcher's Nails, that was Khorne a demon by Ascend to Daemonhood?!

"Withdraw!"

Without hesitation, Alvin issued the order.

Talk is talk, and make a fuss is make a fuss.

But who can take "Angron" lightly?

A few sarcastic remarks were fine, but when the Daemon Primarch actually appeared before him, the endless malice, the bone-deep oppression, the screams emanating from every cell and even his soul, and the primal fear all told Alvin just how terrifying that enormous, blood-red figure was!

With this small force, they think they can drive out the Daemon Primarch?

This must be a dream!

"Retreat!" Alvin shouted to the others, who formed a tight formation. Their mission to stop the "Chaos Summoning Ritual" had failed; their current mission was to escape alive!

Unfortunately for them, the crazed Daemon Primarch Angron immediately noticed Alvin and the others attempting to escape, and roared as he relayed orders to the World Eaters.

Those crazed World Eaters immediately surged up like a tidal wave, surrounding them completely!

Meanwhile, Angron, the "Daemon Primarch of the World Eaters," strode down from the shrine, his blood-red Chainaxe cleaving through a steel pillar that would take several people to encircle. Beneath the rubble and collapsing dome, blood-red wings howled amidst sulfur and sparks, as if the end of the world had arrived!

Am I cursed by some kind of "Primarch"?!

Alvin cursed inwardly, wondering why he was so unlucky. In such a short time, he had run into Primarch one after another!

From Kor'vash the Raven King to Word Bearer Lorca!

I thought it was over, but then I bumped into the newly awakened Lion King, and that's not all—now even Angron has shown up?!

Are you kidding me? Didn't Abaddon say that the era of the Primarch was over?!

Lies!

The times have gone back to the beginning!

Despite his anger and resentment, Alvin had to face an extremely cruel reality— the Daemon Primarch Angron had plunged the war on Dragon Forest Star into a hopeless situation.

Right now, unless the Lion King comes, who can stop the "Daemon Primarch"?!

Don't be fooled by the fact that anyone can mock Angron online in your past life, calling it the Butcher's Nails mount, the Iron Lung Mist, or the Primarch's shame. That's just in the works. If it actually appeared in front of you, I guarantee you'd be kneeling down faster than anyone else!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blood Palace, the Sons of the Forest surrounded Alvin, desperately trying to break through the encirclement, but the World Eaters around them were simply fearless madmen who surged forward one after another!

From the opened Warp Rift, an endless World Eaters and Khorne Daemons poured out, resembling a blood-red ocean that filled one with despair.

The most terrifying one is Angron!

Driven by an eternal, extreme rage, roaring and howling in a state of madness, tireless and fearless of death, he spewed forth shattered blasphemous bytes. His blood-red Chainaxe whistled and exploded through the air, smashing the surrounding Chaos Sorcerer to pieces. Treading on their flesh, he stepped towards the crowd. "A--Er---Wen-!!!"

The "words" uttered from his mouth were no longer words that any human or other living being could understand; they were a blasphemous Soundwave Stormfront, a physical form of spiritual pollution, and the most direct venting of eternal agony and endless rage!

Even the helmets couldn't block out the roars; every blasphemous byte was brutally shoved into Alvin and the others' minds!

"Your Highness, let's go quickly!"

The Sons of the Forest's lieutenant replaced Afkar and stood guard beside Alvin, attempting to carve a bloody path for him.

Alvin, bearing the heavy wounds of Afkar, found his Power sword and Bolter resonating together, his body almost stained crimson with blood. Even his meticulously crafted Power Armor was slashed open by the countless Daemons and World Eaters on the chaotic battlefield!

But when he turned around, he was filled with even more despair.

Grass!

Angron is still chasing!

Angron's colossal figure, carrying the falling dome, rubble, and the sniper fire of the Sons of the Forest, disregarded everything and charged towards him like a Leman Russ speeding at high speed!

As for the others?

Angron completely ignored him, at most swinging his axe once before continuing his charge!

The target is Alvin!

Given Angron's intellect, it's clear he wouldn't do that. So there's only one reason: it's the meaning of "Khorne"!

Where's the Yellow Skin? Help!

Just as Angron was about to catch up, Marvin suddenly stepped forward, his gaze resolute, and said, "Fallen Angel,"

I'll repay your favor on behalf of Ravenwing!

How could the proud Lion tolerate owing a favor to the "Fallen Angel"?

As he spoke, the Psychic Power Librarian's armor suddenly shattered, blood gushing out like a river, as he let out a terrifying roar, "I'll hold him off, you all get out of here!!!"

He did everything in his power, disregarding the risk of backlash, to absorb a large amount of psionic Psychic Power from the Warp, and terrifying and extremely destructive lightning burst forth in front of him.

Boom!

The next moment, Psychic Power exploded!

Terrifying Warp Psychic Power transformed into scorching flames and destructive lightning, filling the entire Blood Palace.

A clear chasm has been drawn between the World Eaters, Angron, and the Sons of the Forest!

Marvin stands on the opposite side of the chasm.

He calmly turned his head, revealing a pair of resolute eyes beneath the tattered helmet, and his lips parted slightly. "For... Ryan."