Chapter 189 34, Angron Arrives

Dukel stood on the bridge of the Heartfire, stepping on the shoulder of the Queen of Glory warship, looking at Terra, which was not far away from him. The distance between Terra and Mars was not far, and he should have arrived there long ago under normal driving conditions.

But now, in his spiritual vision, the whole Terra was shrouded in the blood-like Shura Realm, and the Blood God Ritual of the Throne World was so successful that the northwest area of ​​the Supreme Heaven was pulled over.

The power of the Lord of the Skull was fully extended, and time and space were all disrupted. After this period of sailing, the distance between the Heartfire and Terra was not shortened, but almost infinitely extended.

This was an abnormal situation that should not have occurred.

Dukel frowned and pondered, and he naturally thought of what the Emperor was doing again. With the current state of the Lord of Mankind, if the Empire did not want the power of chaos to approach Terra, the ether storm on the Sea of ​​Souls could even blow the demon army of the gods out of the galaxy.

Even if the Emperor didn't notice this, the commander of the Guards and the Lion King, who already had real power, should have nipped the cult's ritual in the bud. There was no reason to let these shameless rats bring chaos to the human home planet to this extent.

He was not too worried about the safety of Terra.

Not to mention other forces, the more than 10 billion virtual priests alone were enough to protect the safety of the people of the Empire in the war.

At this time, the communication inscription of the Glory of Macragge suddenly merged in, and Guilliman's voice sounded in the voice channel-

"Duke, I received a distress signal from the sons of Dorne, and I will go there to support them. What are you going to do next?"

"Ephilar is already preparing the teleportation ceremony. As long as I tear apart the blood haze in front of me, I will soon reach Terra." Duke replied.

"Brother, I was responsible for the Warmaster's celebration, but now it's a mess." Guilliman said apologetically, "I should have made a plan for this and asked the Ultramarines to clean up those abominable heretics. The current situation is all due to my negligence. I'm sorry."

"What's wrong with this?" Dukel chuckled, "Brother, I don't need flowers and applause, nor do I need red tape. Blood and war are the best celebrations for me!"

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While the two primarchs were talking, the battle on Terra seemed to have reached the most critical moment.

"Return to the fortress!" Valdor commanded the mortal auxiliary legion.

The mortal soldiers retreated quickly under his command, but then a terrible energy wave made everyone dizzy.

"Roar!——"

The red sky was completely boiling, and the atmosphere of Terra turned into a bloody ocean.

A roar like a beast with endless bloody breath, brutally tore the barrier between the subspace and reality, and the voice was filled with endless anger. All living beings were affected by it, longing for the blood fragrance like fine wine.

The lava flowing with brass, winding like a river, in the sulfur black fog, the body of the God-honored Demon was looming.

In this place where weapons intersect, in this place of bloody slaughter, they stepped out, with the sound of chains colliding and burning footprints in every step.

The blasphemous footprints were imprinted on this sacred land.

This is a demon army with strict hierarchy, this is the demon lord who brought bloody killings to the reincarnation beings. On this human mother planet where illusion and reality are confused, they descended on this real field with endless rage.

The storm of unintentional killing tore everything apart, and the power of the Supreme Heaven became more violent.

In the glimmer of lava and the blood-like mist, the hounds of Khorne were the first to run out barking. They wore brass collars covered with spikes, and under their bloodthirsty scarlet eyes were sharp fangs and foul saliva.

The Khorne vanguards with spikes on their armor, berserkers holding battle axes, and bloodletters holding spears.

The terrible legion, the strong killing intent.

However, this is not all.

The sky became lower and lower, as if it would collapse in an instant, crushing all the creatures and souls in this world into a blurred bloody mud, and then the more blasphemous ether currents rushed out.

In the blood storm, cracks appeared in the sky, and the God-like Great Demon, bound by brass chains and emitting the smell of sulfur, descended here.

The huge bat wings spread out, and the majestic body like a mountain made all living beings tremble.

The battle axe and long whip were danced by its hands, and the furious roar resounded in every corner.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" The Great Demon of the God vented his power, the blood waves were surging, and the world was trembling because of its arrival.

Looking at the tall figure in the blood mist and the roar that was enough to shatter the eyepieces and eardrums, the soldiers of the Empire felt difficulty breathing.

In their limited lives, they had never seen such a terrible Khorne demon army.

The commander of the imperial army and the archangel stood on the Lion's Gate. Their expressions were unmoved, but their eyes still unconsciously overflowed with worry.

They knew that this terrible demon army was just the vanguard of Khorne.

Sure enough, only eight minutes later, another bloodthirsty demon flapped his wings of destruction and broke into the material realm.

"Skull sacrifice to the skull seat!" It also made a deafening roar.

Lava flowed on the surface of Terra, and the smell of sulfur burned the respiratory system of every mortal.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

Another great demon came out. This demon did not spread his wings like the previous ones, because he was Skarbrand.

Brass chains wrapped around his broken bat wings, he walked out step by step, his rage and murderous intent made the air around him boil.

Under the horrified eyes of the loyal soldiers of the Empire, one demon after another walked out.

There were eighty-eight demons, eighty-eight Khorne Legions, descending on the land of Terra.

Khorne had a total of 18.88 million demons, and these eighty-eight were all outstanding ones who competed in blood.

Space shook, the bloody field spread, brass lava squeezed into the cracks of the earth, and the boiling sea of ​​blood would be the destination of all living beings.

Endless blood and countless skulls together outlined the signs of the end of the world.

"Your Majesty, please save us!"

In the area protected by the priests of the state religion, the people of the empire wept and prayed to the Emperor for salvation.

In despair and fear, their hearts were twisted imperceptibly, God's agents walked among them, and the priests sang the music of the state religion to soothe their hearts.

Only in this way can they avoid being corrupted.

And in the underground of Terra.

An elite Dark Angel accepted the order of the Lion King to search for the ritual nodes of the Khorne cultists.

But in the search mission, he found a more bloody and terrifying place.

The altar here looks quite old, with blasphemous runes outlined around it. In the center stands a towering brass throne full of skulls. The towering spikes reach the sky, even beyond the surrounding buildings.

All the cultists and abomination machines nearby are shrouded in the shadow of the spikes.

The Dark Angel looked from afar and saw the Khorne emblem overlooking all living beings on the top of the spikes, and the corpses on the emblem that were pierced by spikes and bleeding.

Rivers of blood flowed down the ditches from the eighty-eight surrounding altars.

And around these altars, there are not only large groups of cultists, but also World Eaters in heavy armor!

These crazy believers praised the blood god in their roars, and the chants gathered together to become the prayers of the bloody ceremony.

Next to the tower made of countless headless corpses, the cultists cut their own arteries and chanted in order to offer sacrifices.

The energy of the Supreme Heaven gathered here, and anger and hatred flowed out from the magic circle.

The red-robed cult priest stood on the brass altar, and the final sacrifice was about to be completed.

The Dark Angel elite took a deep breath. He knew that this was the source of Terra's troubles, but he still did not attack.

Instead, he turned around and left here - the lion did not let him destroy the altar.

Just as he turned around, a huge energy suddenly erupted from the altar. The angry power of the Supreme Heaven instantly tore all the priests here to pieces, and the altar and the eighty-eight buildings around the priest tower were all torn to pieces, and even the spikes that shot straight into the sky turned into ashes in the explosion.

The might of the Supreme Heaven burst out. In this earth-shaking explosion, blood and flames intertwined with each other, and finally gathered into an extremely terrifying huge figure.

The Red Angel, the Lord of Red Sand, the King of Gladiators, and the son of betrayal, Angron, appeared.

Angron flapped his bat wings behind him, and the first thing he did when he came here was to swing his battle axe and harvest all the skulls of the surviving cultists.

Until the last cultist was killed, Angron crushed his head directly as if he was disgusted.

He didn't need the skull that had no value.

The butcher's nails, like countless leeches, crawled on his scalp, bringing more rage and more pain.

The bloodthirsty desire doubled at this moment.

——"Father? Brother? What is that? It's the next skull dedicated to the Brass Throne!"

The domain of the Blood God almost completely covered Holy Terra, the earth was broken, the wind was raging, and it seemed that there were billions of souls roaring in anger.

The blood rain fell on the ground and quickly merged into the river on the scarlet ground.

The demon army trampled on the fresh meat paste, and the eighty-eight gods roared in this world. The desire for killing, the oldest desire of all living beings and spirits, was realized at this moment.

However, the most terrifying thing was not these.

What made people most uneasy was the return of Angron, the King of Red Sand, and the World Eaters.

After ten thousand years, they once again landed on their former home planet, but on this day, the earth was shaking and the sky was crying.

When the blood rain irrigated down,

Angron tried to break into his biological father's palace again, just like he did ten thousand years ago.

His strong and powerful body was filled with the smell of blood, and his rage was so powerful that he vowed to tear the king off the throne.

Even his offspring, the World Eaters, had to stop in front of his rage.

Angron is here.

For revenge, to overthrow the slave owners.

The shattered soul, in the echo of endless rage, drives the body that has fallen into chaos, dragging this world he has always hated into an endless sea of ​​blood.

He hates this world and the master of mankind. Only when he swings his weapon against this slave master will he willingly accept the control of the Butcher's Nail.

Once upon a time, Angron was a gentle giant.

The ability given to him by the Emperor allows him to naturally feel and absorb the negative emotions of those around him.

Before being installed with the Butcher's Nail, his favorite thing to do was to comfort and comfort his brothers and sisters in the arena.

Even though he had to be beaten and scolded by the nobles at that time, and had to fight in the arena for the amusement of the nobles, in Angron's eyes, that was still the happiest day in his miserable life.

Even under the torture of the Butcher's Nail, Angron still tried his best to retain his humanity. He would never allow the hateful implant to take away his last sanity.

In the war against the slave owners, he and two thousand fellow gladiators made a vow to never give up.

They would overthrow the rule of the tyrant and fight for the power they deserved.

But they were doomed to fail in this war, two thousand gladiators who did not understand strategy and Angron who was installed with the Butcher's Nail. They were like mindless beasts, just attacking the obstacles in front of them in the cage.

His gladiator brothers kept dying in battle, and he could not escape death either.

This should have been his destined destination, and he was willing to be buried there, but at that time, the noble Lord of Humanity came - this tyrant was no different from those slave owners, and was equally dictatorial and arbitrary.

The Lord of Mankind rescued Angron from the siege in the name of his father.

As for the gladiator masters who had a deep affection for Angron, they didn't care.

With endless anger and grief, he watched the only group that cared about him and loved him wholeheartedly being brutally slaughtered.

Angron lost control on the spot, madly attacked all living things around him, knocked down several guards with his bare hands, and killed one of them with his own hands.

But the Emperor didn't care about his anger. The Lord of Mankind just strangled his throat. The god king told him coldly that he needed him to lead a legion to participate in the Great Expedition.

"I would rather die with my brothers and sisters!"

Regret, sadness and other weak emotions made the Butcher's Nail release more violent pain, and the memories of the past bit his heart like a venomous snake.

Angron roared angrily, and his anger burned out his reason.

His doomsday was created by the slave owners, so he also brought doomsday to the slave owners.

The roar that was enough to pierce the eardrums resounded in every corner of Terra. The whole world was trembling, and countless mortals curled up as much as possible in fear.

The end of the world has come.

Sanguinius and Valdor stood on the tower of the Lion's Gate, looking at the Khorne Demon Army and Angron rising from the horizon.

They formed an unstoppable torrent and rushed towards the palace of Terra.

They held the spears and halberds in their hands tightly, vowing to defend this area of ​​the palace to the death.

But they underestimated the power of the demons after all. Eighty-eight great demons and a demon primarch led the demon army and the World Eaters to form an unmatched force.

Even if the loyalists of the Empire gave their all, the human defense line was still retreating.

In just eight hours, the defense line outside the Lion's Gate in the palace area almost collapsed.

In the crisis, the young archangel released all his war potential without reservation.

The sound of the artillery arrays scattered in the towers and fortresses never stopped for a moment.

The dense firepower was like the scythe of the god of death, harvesting demons in large numbers.

The demon army was blasted with huge gaps by gunfire, but soon, more demons filled it up.

The mortals were overwhelmed by the continuous high-intensity war, and the situation was not optimistic even with the participation of the Imperial Guards and the Blood Angels.

In this extremely crazy offensive, it seemed that all human resistance could not resist the arrival of the final fate.