Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 123 Weeping Angel
The massacre began with the fall of Denisovich's head.

Amid the cheers of the nobles, the god from outer space leapt down from the platform.

The war dogs slammed heavily to the ground, and huge smoke and dust covered the sky.

The nails trembled at the sight of this uninvited guest, and Angron let out a twitching laugh, and blood flowed.

"What do you want, slave master?"

Angron subconsciously thought that the guys falling from the sky, wearing gorgeous armor, exquisite weapons, and towering stands decorated with gold, silver, and jewelry, were the slave owners of Nuseria.

Kahn ignored his father's sarcasm and smashed the chainsaw axe to the ground, holding the axe handle in one hand.

He knelt down.

The war dogs also knelt down.

There was great silence on the viewing platform. The slave owners looked at this in disbelief, which they could not understand.
"Sorry, we're late."

"Father."

Kahn's blood was rushing and his heart was beating violently.

Angron was stunned. He tried hard to understand the words of these guys who fell from the sky, but the Butcher's Nails in his head were buzzing.

There was a throbbing, an inexplicable throbbing coming from the heart, from the bottom of the genes, and Angron stopped the battle axe from smashing towards the lowered head.

"What the hell are you?"

Kahn opened his mouth slowly, saying the words every war dog dreams of.

"We are your descendants, bringing you glory."

The smile on Angron's face was uglier than crying, and his face, distorted by the Butcher's Nails, was horrifying.

"glory"

"Help me kill them all."

Angron responded with the roar of the warhounds' chainsaw axes activating.

On the stands, the slave owners realized that things were not going well but still found it difficult to accept the reality and tried to make a final struggle.

"What is this, my Lord?"

They looked at the imperial lords who descended from the sky with pleading eyes.

The war dogs gave no response, the roar of the chainsaw axes was the only answer.

A bloody massacre began.

Thousands of airborne capsules roared and tore through the dim sky. Light spears and macro cannons set the sky on fire. The sky trembled in fear, and a bloody hole was torn in the world.

The battle axe spun, blood splattered, angry roars and whimpers occurred, and red covered everything.

Angron was indeed a demigod created by the Emperor. He ran wildly in the torrent of steel, faster than these huge war machines.

Countless war dogs followed closely behind, roaring and rushing out of the drop pods, holding the most brutal and bloody chain saw axes in their hands, and inflicting the most cruel death penalty on the Nuserian slave owners who had hurt their fathers.

Cities were captured and heads were chopped off one after another!

The iron cages holding the slaves were torn open and were swept up in the killing frenzy.

The embers burned out, smoke drifted across the sky, broken flags fluttered, and corpses with their eyes open were stuck on the top.

The killing never ends.

On the other side, Lux led a team of war dogs and found a group of ragged, shivering slaves in a dirty and dark cage.

Most of them were injured. Some had lost an eye, with pus and blood oozing out. Some had their hands and feet torn apart by some force, revealing their white bones. Their wounds were only burned by flames, and black sand was filled in the broken flesh like hemostatic gauze.

It's a miracle these people are still alive.

It is a tragedy that they are still alive and suffering.

For the slave owners, this is the most powerful weapon they use to control the Son of the Mountain, torture him, tame him and turn him into an arena for the slave owners to play with.

Angron is a demigod created by the great Lord of Mankind. His power cannot be contained by a small slave planet. Just like each of his Primarch brothers, they relied on the extraordinary wisdom and extraordinary military power given to them by the Emperor to become the overlords of their home planets before the Emperor came.

The King of Red Sand, his script should have been like his brother's.

The cunning slave owner imprisoned his brothers and sisters. Since they could not defeat the powerful demigod, they targeted these weak mortals.

The forbidden Crown of Thorns was forcibly placed on the demigod's head. They grasped the soft flesh in his heart that had compassion for mortals and forced the Emperor's son into a madman with only anger and obedience in his heart.

He became their puppet.

But this was not enough, they forced the Son of the Mountain to kill his adoptive father Onomamus with his own hands, driving him completely mad.

The mortals finally controlled the demigod. They sat on the towering stands and enjoyed the wonderful dramas that the god performed for them.

They are proud of it.

Now, the god of war is unleashed, and Nuthrea is engulfed in fury.

The last group of Nuseriya survivors were driven into caves in the wild. There were men and women among them, but most of them were old and weak.

They were all poor people, or peasants outside the city, and they were abused people struggling at the bottom of society like gladiator slaves.

They have survived to this day thanks to their familiarity with the wilderness.

The roar of axes arrived, and Kahn, who was at the front, raised his weapon skillfully.

"enough."

The holy voice stopped Kahn's actions and prevented the war dogs from slaughtering the last of the Nuthrians.

"Enough, all the slave owners, all the abusers, have died in the retribution they deserved."

"Stop it, in Laxana's name."

The battle axe hung in the air, and Kahn fell into a painful struggle.

On the one hand, there is the majesty of the eldest princess of the empire, and on the other hand, there is the glory and sin of the war dog.

"Why stop?"

Angron shouted.

"Those people are not monsters. Don't take your anger out on them. There are many other people who are truly like monsters. They are the ones you should be angry at."

“Some lives should not be sacrificed for this.”

Lux walked up to Angron and looked into his angry eyes without any fear.

Angron was silent.

He recalled what his adoptive father Onomamus had taught him, and how similar they were to what this little girl of unknown origin had said.

"enough!"

Angron roared.

The war dogs stopped, awakened from their dreams.

The torrent of steel suddenly stopped and slowly converged from all directions.

The battles in various cities had ended long ago, and most of the war dogs had been staying close to their original masters in previous wars. Now, except for the slow-moving dreadnoughts, most of the war dogs were here.

The last to arrive was a special team.

It was a team composed of technical sergeants and pharmacists.

In the War Dogs, those brothers who are unwilling to slaughter will choose to become pharmacists or technical sergeants.

Angron's brothers and sisters who were rescued from the cage by Lux were being cared for by the pharmacists, and the technical sergeants installed a temporary prosthetic limb for the poor people who had lost their limbs.

"you."

Angron shed tears of sorrow as he said so many words. The battle axe fell from his hand and hit the granite under his feet, leaving a deep mark.

He stumbled, his arms and legs uncontrolled, fell to the ground, got up, and stumbled towards his brothers and sisters.

"I did it, I promised."

Tall giants knelt on the knees of smaller mortals, their linen robes soaked with tears.

"You did it Angron, and we are proud of you."

"I knew you could do it. You're different from us."

Angron moved his gaze to scan the warhounds that fell from the sky. No gleaming armor, blood stains clung thickly to their bodies.

From the fragments of words spoken by the warhounds during previous battles, Angron had pieced together the stories of these warriors, as well as his own origins.

They are weapons.

A crazy and bloodthirsty war machine that can devour an entire world.

But now, the power of the weapon was given to him, and the hound voluntarily handed over the collar.

Angron looked around at it all, as if still in a dream.

The first heir to kneel awakened him.

Kahn got down on one knee.

Like a command, the sound of power armor hitting the ground was heard everywhere, and blood scabs mixed with soil were thrown into the air.

The sunlight shines down, and the armor sparkles.

Angron spoke slowly.

"I don't know where you come from, I don't know what your allegiance is."

"But you followed me to capture Nuseria and cut off the heads of the slave owners."

“You showed me your true heart.”

"If you still decide to follow me, Angron will not let you down!"

Angron took a deep breath and shouted, his powerful voice tearing through the air.

"In Nuserria's history, those invincible armies were called Devourers, and they swallowed up one city after another."

"But you, you!"

"You are so powerful that you can devour this world!"

"You are my battle axes that cut down the slave owners, you are my war machines that devour all the worlds!"

"You are World Eaters!"

"You are the World Eaters!!!"

The Twelfth Legion, the World Eaters.

Since then established.

Not far away, Lux was with Angron's brothers and sisters, listening to that humiliating history.

Tears of sorrow rolled down her cheeks; Lux felt the pain of losing her beloved family members.

As her emotions changed, the wings bestowed by the Emperor were unable to suppress the thriving psychic energy in her body, and the overflowing golden light gradually turned blood red due to the influence of painful memories.

All, all those who were enveloped by the psychic light, the entire Nuseria was affected by an extreme emotion.

Angels are crying.

The World Eaters are crying.

The world is crying.

Nuseria, on the dim red planet surface, the blood-red light shines to the limit.

The Emperor's Dream and the solemn and dignified Imperial Guards were affected by that extreme emotion.

These are some tough guys from Terra.

As the first sob sounded, a wail comparable to the death of the Emperor spread like a virus.

The warm golden sun rose, dispelling the blood-red light that poured into the ship, and the Emperor walked out of his room.

The shield captain fell to his knees in shame, waiting for his king's punishment.

The emperor ignored him and walked to the observation window.

The Lord of Mankind calmly watched everything that happened in Nuseria and did not stop it.

He stood there and watched.

Like a cold statue.

Nuthria.

The earth is crying, the crustal plates are shaking and colliding, volcanoes that have been dormant for thousands of years are erupting, and magma is gushing out from deep in the earth's veins thousands of meters into the sky.

The sea began to cry, and huge waves ten thousand meters high covered the sky and the sun, washing away billions of blood of Nuserria.

The sky cried and raged, and a horrific storm swept across the world. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood were like sharp scrapers, shattering everything on this sinful planet.

Reality then began to distort, the warp storm became more violent, the veil between reality and the afterlife was about to disappear, and the material world continued to make concessions to the warp.

Nuseria will soon be pulled into the Warp, and the source of this disaster is not the work of the Warp evil god we are familiar with, but the cry of a human girl.

This sounds extremely incredible.

What kind of power is hidden in this girl?
What is she?
In the epicenter of the catastrophe, a place where reality was being altered and the laws of matter were being distorted, Laxana knelt on the ground and cried.

Angron's experience reminded her of her dead mother, her father who committed suicide, and her brother who had to make the painful decision to kill both of her parents.

She began to hate this twisted world.

She wanted to destroy this dark world.

She wanted to tear this hopeless world apart.

The terrifying psychic screams, accompanied by Laxana's heart-wrenching cries, were like a sky full of red sand washing over the entire planet, and all reality was undergoing a cracking and modification phenomenon.

All the people's bodies were affected by the sadness, as if they were at this bloody feast.

The only one who was not affected was Angron, whose brain was implanted with the Butcher's Nail.

The tool that had robbed him of his emotions was now his weapon to save his offspring, his brothers and sisters.

Angron carried his massive axe and walked over to the wailing girl, braving the strong sand.

In the illusion covered by the red sand, Angron saw the tragic past of the girl and her brother, who was forced by the evil plague god named Nurgle to kill the parents who raised them and gave them happiness and love.

This is so similar to his experience.

He knew how to end this catastrophe, save his brothers and sisters, and rescue his loyal children.

The axe blade was raised high, and Angron's strong facial muscles were engraved with sorrow, but he had to do it.

Just as the axe blade was about to fall, a golden psychic slapped Angron in the face. The Emperor could no longer tolerate this foolish son.

"who!"

Sudden and insulted by this attack, Angron prostrated himself on the ground like an angry beast.

A majestic voice exploded in Angron's mind, as if tens of billions of consciousnesses were crowding into his soul, singing the Emperor's will in unison.

"Use your psychic powers, my child, to comfort that wounded spirit. Only you can do that."

Angron was born with the psychic ability to sense and absorb the negative emotions of those around him, allowing him to truly empathize with others.

"No, I can't. The nails are controlling me, and I've long lost that ability."

Butcher's Nail - a technological artifact from the Dark Ages, a torture device that constantly stimulates the brain. The implanted person can only relieve the pain directly acting on the nerves through violent behavior.

"But you must do this, child, your offspring are suffering, your brothers and sisters are dying.

Axe blades and violence cannot solve everything. Only a soft heart can release all suffering. This is your natural duty. "

The voice continued to soothe.

Ugh, this is so annoying. The editor forced a recommendation on the new book I started and asked me not to cut it.

But I really don’t want to write that book. Oh, it makes me so angry. This is the first time I hate recommending something so much!
I want to write Superman Carnage Hammer.

I recently read the official novels of Stinky Can + Horus Heresy.

I think it is really interesting for Superman to become Mortarion's brother and end up in Barbarus together. I like twisted people like Mortarion, and I can play family ethics drama with him.

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(End of this chapter)