Lost the protection of the blood mist formed by the power of Khorne.
Countless flames shining with golden light lit up on the battlefield.
The fragile Bloodletter and Flesh Hound could not resist the power from Astronomican and turned into ashes and disappeared.
The remaining Daemon began to become extremely fragile.
As the last Daemon was killed, it turned into ashes and dissipated.
This accident finally came to an end.
On the outer orbit of Terra, a large group of ships with various Space Marine Chapter badges and a large number of Astra Militarum troops are still slowly approaching.
Iax and Mechanical Army on the ground are gradually disappearing in their brilliance.
Only a team consisting of two Destroyer and several Armed Sentinel, as well as the special machine used for the previous visit, were left to guard the two cages.
Warp Teleportation Technology needs to travel across the universe the Veil, Iax doesn't want to bet on whether Warp Chaos God will snatch away the prisoners inside these two cages the moment they enter Warp.
Transport Aircraft, who sent Castellan and materials before, is still in the underground Ordo Sinister base.
Just use Transport Aircraft to transport it back to space in a while.
Now Iax needs to deal with the aftermath of his experiment.
Although accidents in technical testing are normal, this accident obviously caused considerable losses to Imperium.
Five Warlord Titans was almost destroyed, and even Ordo Sinister lost hundreds of soldiers.
Adeptus Custodes also lost one soldier and four Sentinel Spear.
It is not difficult for Iax to make up for the loss of equipment.
The only problem is these human losses.
These five Psi-Titans require a total of fifteen Alpha-level Psykers.
However, even though Iax's escort ships have spread over most of Imperium, Psyker of the Alpha class among the Psyker it collected have never appeared.
Under normal circumstances, these dangerous Psyker will be selected first by Inquisition.
And the one given to Men of Iron is just to pick the rest.
Just when Iax was evaluating how to give Imperium an explanation.
Guilliman, Trajann Valoris and several Solar Lord came to the left Mechanical Units.
Angron, who was locked in the cage, seemed to recognize his brother and struggled violently, with muffled sounds passing through the hollow cage grille.
"Guilliman!"
Fury's emotions stimulated Angron, making him want to mobilize his power involuntarily.
However, as the energy response on his remaining body gradually increased, the energy extraction from the cage also gradually increased.
The sudden change in gravity forced Angron to grit his teeth.
Guilliman turned sideways and looked at the cage surrounded by Machine Body. Even though Angron looked very miserable now, he still recognized him.
The battle between Punisher Titan and World Reaver attracted so much attention that Guilliman didn't even notice the existence of Angron before.
Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes Trajann Valoris quietly took a half step back, and he noticed that the hem of Guilliman's cloak was moving in the windless way - that was a sign of Primarch Psychic Power's unconscious agitation.
Iax's mechanical eye flashed slightly, recording this energy fluctuation into "Primarch Behavior Pattern" Database Article 4417.
Guilliman's gaze penetrated the cage grille and fell on Angron's distorted face.
Daemon Primarch's skin was cracked due to Warp pollution, and the Chaos Energy surging under the dark red blood vessels was like lava flowing - this body was no longer the gladiator brother he first met in Nuceria.
"You were the fruit picked by my father himself."
"Now it has become the most foul-smelling abscess on the roots of decay."
Guilliman's voice was as piercing as ice, and Emperor's Sword's sword hilt was slightly hot in his palm.
Angron has regained some sanity after a long absence. Perhaps Chaos's power is suppressed by Men of Iron's cage, or perhaps Butcher's Nails on his head has received some special interference.
His vocal cords corroded by Chaos squeezed out a hoarse roar.
"What father! You don't understand at all--"
"What don't you understand?"
Guilliman interrupted Angron's roar and took a fierce step forward, using his golden boots to crush the frozen blood scab.
"I don't understand how you swing the butcher knife at Progeny? Or I still don't understand how you are willing to become a puppet for killing?"
His hand points to the dissipating ashes of Daemon in the distance.
"Look at your 'blessing', Angron. Even the meaning of your own existence has become a footnote to Khorne."
Angron's bloodthirsty eyes stared at his brother's face.
"Everything is False Emperor's conspiracy! Our birth and death are all a transaction! Stupid..."
"Dang!"
Trajann Valoris on the side could not accept the behavior of Traitors shouting False Emperor to Emperor, and hit the cage with his fist, making a muffled sound.
"Angron, you degenerate Traitors! What qualifications do you have to slander Emperor? Emperor has worked hard for the future of mankind, he His achievements shine like stars. He is the eternal glory in our hearts and the Beacon who guides mankind forward. You were blinded by Chaos, and that's why you said such rebellious words."
A Armed Sentinel opened its robotic arm and was squeezed between the Trajann Valoris and Angron cages.
"Warning not to attempt to attack prisoners."
The warning sound sounded, causing Trajann Valoris to narrow his eyes slightly and glance at this tall machine.
"Whoosh!"
With a strange sound, a pale golden sword blade popped out from Armed Sentinel's arm and then struck the gap in another prison.
A piece of Daemon's arm fell to the ground.
Among the many Khorne Daemons, Ang'grath can recover quickly and continue fighting even if he is seriously injured. This regeneration ability makes him almost unstoppable on the battlefield and becomes a nightmare for his enemies.
This powerful regenerative ability comes from the essence of this Daemon.
Even though energy is being continuously extracted in the cage, his body is still slowly regenerating.
Ang'grath didn't care at all about the severed arm. The broken limbs were filled with blasphemous blood that smelled of sulfur.
The severed parts were twisted and regenerated in the cage, and the new flesh and blood were wrapped in brass-colored metal threads, like blasphemous handicrafts.
Daemon's eyes were dancing with scarlet light, and his damaged vocal cords were laughing like sandpaper.
"Look at this touching brotherly reunion--"
Daemon Greater Daemon's sharp teeth crushed his newborn fingertips, and flicked the dirty blood droplets towards Guilliman's Armor of Fate.
"The model in the golden cage counsels the out-of-control beast who has witnessed the truth!"
"You Primarch are just chess pieces on False Emperor's chessboard! When he needs it, Angron is the sharp blade that conquers Milky Way. When he gets tired, it becomes a barb that must be removed - now you stand here, just waiting to become the next broken sword!"
Angron remained silent, but Ang'grath turned his gaze from Guilliman to Trajann Valoris who was standing aside.
"Golden watchdog... do you know why Blood God hates Adeptus Custodes the most? Because even your souls are rusty fakes!"
Trajann Valoris pulled out his own Longsword, the blade of the sword flashed with the light of Disruption Field, but Ang'grath instead pressed the remaining body against the cage fence.
Tentacle-like metal nerves protruded from his wounds, sketching out a simple sketch of Emperor sitting Golden Throne in the air.
Trajann Valoris, who realized something, suppressed his anger and retracted the blade, then looked at Guilliman with an unquestionable expression.
"Master Guilliman, I will send them to Black Cells underground in the palace. They must pay for their crimes!"