Lin Fan and the Slaaneshi daemons drew ever closer to the first storm. Standing near it, the surreal immensity born of Warp distortion became increasingly apparent.
The storm was surrounded by eight rings of towering brass walls inlaid with skulls. The gates leading to the next wall were sealed shut. Only when an intruder passed Khorne's trial and proved their courage and honor would those gates open.
This rule applied to every being in the universe. Even lawless Slaaneshi daemons could not ignore the symbolic meaning of those gates.
With a boom, Lin Fan smashed down the brass walls that records claimed could not be destroyed. The pleasure of breaking the rules sent the Slaaneshi daemons at his side into even greater excitement. Their swift advance even scattered the ranks of Khorne's daemonic army.
The eight walls became ruins beneath Lin Fan's invincible fists. Shattered brass and blood paved a broad road straight to the storm.
From afar, Lin Fan saw a solitary crimson figure standing guard at the end of the road. Crimson flesh and brass armor—those details did not differ much from Khorne's other daemons. Only the numerous rope-like cables growing from his head, like the long hair of a vengeful ghost, distinguished him from the other Greater Daemons.
The Red Angel—Angron—stood before the storm.
As a Daemon Primarch, Angron's combat strength was naturally beyond doubt. Yet assigning just one Greater Daemon to guard such a broad road seemed rather sparse and shabby.
Is Khorne trying to delay me this way?
As Lin Fan pondered this, Angron let out a roar and charged. Larger even than a knight, Angron carried an unstoppable and terrifying momentum. The moment he collided with the vanguard of the Slaaneshi daemons, his two heavy axes cleaved apart countless slender, scantily clad bodies.
Rage