Lin En stood in the middle of the plain and looked up at the blood-red daemon flying in from the horizon.
Who knew where the technology behind the Butcher's Nails had come from? Somehow, it could turn a Primarch into this thing that was neither man nor monster.
You could call it mechanical technology, but the Butcher's Nails could pierce a Primarch's skull, fuse with his brain, amplify his rage with precision, suppress his reason, and preserve his combat instincts—
Heh.
Mechanical technology.
Why not give him another floating mouth while they were at it?
Maybe Khorne himself had gotten involved back then.
A planet that treated the Gladiatorial Arena as entertainment and killing as a pastime, yet could subdue a Primarch implanted with the Butcher's Nails and nearly beat to death every slave fitted with them, Angron included...
People said Nuceria's drugs were powerful.
But when Angron and the others formed a rebel army against the nobles, they weren't drugged.
Angron was already fully grown by then.
His combat strength ranked near the top among the Primarchs.
It was as absurd as Guilliman leading a band of Berserkers in revolt, only to get beaten into the dirt by a mob of ordinary humans.
No, it was even more absurd than that.
Because, in theory, Guilliman couldn't beat Angron.
If Guilliman refused to embrace his Warp Essence, how was he supposed to fight Angron?
Yet in previous battles, even without embracing his Warp Essence, Guilliman had already proven how powerful a Primarch was. His combat strength might not rank among the Primarchs, but he could still cut down Chaos Space Marine champions one per sword stroke.
Never mind ordinary humans.
What happened on Nuceria back then was seriously strange.
Ordinary humans who could beat one of the strongest Primarchs into