Angron's Ascension to Daemonhood

When Angron returned to his Homeworld, he found that things seemed to have remained largely unchanged.

"A slave owner is still a slave owner, and a slave is still a slave; bloodshed is still bloodshed, and darkness is still darkness."

"Oh, no, to be more precise, there have been some rather ironic changes."

"Because a century had passed when Angron returned to his Homeworld, his rebellion became a legend."

"A century ago, he led his fellow slaves in rebellion against oppression, fighting for freedom and independence."

"A century later, Nuceria sings this story."

On the eve of victory, the slave leader abandoned his brothers, his comrades.

In the end, slaves are still slaves, and their situation is even more miserable.

"A century later, slave owners and nobles used this story to warn their slaves, letting them know that in Nuceria, nobles are nobles, and slaves are slaves!"

"Enough! Stop talking!"

Angron couldn't imagine such a future, and the contrast only intensified his pain.

Look at Nuceria now, thriving and with a fierce and valiant spirit.

Everything was in good order, and the people valued both martial arts and culture.

But in the original destiny spoken of by the Night Haunter, there was Nuceria.

Slaves remained slaves, and nobles remained nobles; only the fate of slaves was darker, bloodier, and more tragic.

Both took a century, so why is there such a huge difference between the two?

Angron raised his head and looked up.

To outsiders, he may appear to be looking at the Night Haunter, but the Night Haunter knows that he is looking at the Emperor.

As we mentioned before, the Great Crusade demands speed and efficiency.

"Therefore..."

Angron unleashed the fastest speed he had ever achieved, a speed that even the Night Haunter couldn't react to.

Then, with a loud bang, the entire Throne Room trembled.

"You bastard, Emperor!"

Boom!

"Alright, Angron, this was just something that was destined to happen. Nuceria is perfectly fine now."

"That's precisely why the Night Haunter is all the more despicable!"

"In the original destiny, he did nothing; he only took me with him."

"I had to watch my brother die, so a hundred years later, Nuceria is still the same mess!"

"In this current situation, he still did nothing; Nuceria's prosperity is all thanks to his Uncle, and has nothing to do with him!"

"In this destiny, he lost his Uncle, so no matter which world he's in, he's only responsible for messing everything up!"

"Alright, calm down, Angron," Curze reassured him. "Anyway, you've avoided that fate, haven't you?"

Angron didn't answer; he simply sat down next to Curze, though his eyes were filled with tears.

He is grieving.

I grieve for Nuceria was destined to be so.

But that's not all.

Angron has finished beating up the Emperor, but now Corax is here.

"Corax, what are you doing...?"

"It's nothing, I just came up to stretch my muscles."

Without saying a word, Corax kicked the Emperor again.

"He really screwed you over?" Perturabo asked.

"Almost," Corax said. "According to the Night Haunter, I almost ended up with Angron's script in this world. Luckily, my Uncle was enlightened and immediately sent me back to govern Lycaeus."

"Moreover, my Uncle helped me a lot during this process. If it weren't for Uncle, I would be in even more pain now."

Perturabo walked up to the Emperor and spat fiercely.

"He really is a scoundrel."

Seeing this, Malcador felt a little guilty, so he took out a tissue and wiped the Emperor's face.

"Fighting is fine, but if you spit in his face, people will laugh at us when they come in."

"Haha, Prime Minister Ma is absolutely right, then let's continue."

"Angron's rage and Desire erupted across Nuceria, and the World Eaters and Word Bearers began to slaughter the entire Nuceria."

"Slaughter everyone, regardless of gender or age."

"At this very moment, relying on the demise and soul sacrifice of 100 world beings within the Ultramar Sector, Lorgar's prepared spell has reached its crucial juncture."

"Lorgar plans to use a spell to free Angron from the effects of Butcher's Nails, but the method and the outcome are not up to him."

"Adding to Angron's current carnage and rage, Lorgar offered him up to the Blood God in the Warp."

"The sky was torn apart, and blood poured from the heavens into the earth; Angron's body was constantly destroyed and rebuilt."

"Ultimately, he transformed into another kind of being; he no longer belonged to this real world."

"Thus, Angron became the Daemon Prince of the Blood God."

Angron Daemonhood!

Similarly, as his Scions, the World Eaters's Space Marines were not spared either; these warriors undoubtedly became the Blood God's minions and playthings.

Everyone turned to look at the God of War of War, God of War remained completely unperturbed.

"What are you all looking at? I am now the God of War."

"This is completely different from the Bloodletter of the past. Besides, the fate has been avoided, hasn't it?"

"You really have a thick skin," said Slaanesh.

What does it mean to be shameless? I call this being open and honest. I'm not ashamed of what I've done, and don't expect me to admit to things I haven't done.

This guy... ever since he regained Positive Authority, he's been as tough as a steel plate.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with his character; even if someone wanted to mock him with his original fate, he could face it calmly.

"With the sacrifice of 100 worlds of Ultramar, plus the sacrifice of the entire World Eaters, Lorgar's spell is finally ready."

"The entire Eastern Galaxy was completely isolated by the magic of the Lorgar, coupled with the constant ravages of the Warp Storm."

"The fruits and glory of 200 years of Great Crusade have vanished at this moment."

"For humanity during the Horus Heresy, this moment feels like a return to that dark age."

"But at this moment, they are more pathetic than humanity in the Dark Ages, for the Great Crusade was an era of unparalleled glory."

Comparing the two, there is no worst, only worse.

"But don't worry, that's just how humans are—imperfect, but incredibly resilient."

"Now, welcome to the most hidden and also the most painful turning point in your destiny."

"Sanguinius, put down your Fruit."

Clang!

The Night Haunter simply said this one sentence in a calm and ordinary way, and Sanguinius was so frightened that he dropped the plate and Fruit on the ground.

Just recently, the Night Haunter had said that he was the emperor of some kind of Imperium Secundus.

It seems he can't escape it now.

"Um... is there something you need?"

"Sanguinius, I've just realized you're quite the master of feigning ignorance, but feigning ignorance won't work."

"And the two of you, Roboute and Lion El'Jonson."

Um?

"Don't look at me with that questioning gaze. You don't think Sanguinius is a lone commander, do you?"

"Could it be?" The Khan looked at the three of them, his eyes already filled with understanding.