I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 213 Look, I am also a demon prince
No one could ignore the figure standing in the tomb.

The pure white wings with a hint of blue hung low behind him, trembling slightly unconsciously, causing the chains, incense burners and silver ornaments hanging above to creak softly.

The armor forged from pure gold was restored to its original state, as new as the morning sun, and inlaid with all kinds of rare gems. The Eye of Terra on the chest no longer had any cracks, and the scarlet eyes seemed to be examining all the impure villains present.
His golden hair swayed with the breeze from the warp, and his pure face was revealed under a turban woven from gold. He was so pure, noble, sacred, and powerful.

It was undoubtedly a Primarch, one of the most powerful of the Emperor's High Children.

Just by standing there, he filled the tomb with the light of hope, like a gentle star that burned brightly but not scorchingly.

However, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile with a slight sense of evil taste.

"Ten thousand years."

"It was ten thousand years ago when I died aboard the Vengeful Spirit."

"Now, I, Horus Lupercal, have returned!"

Suddenly, the tomb became silent.

The World Eaters berserkers seemed to have forgotten their anger and stood there in shock and disbelief.
The vampires also hesitated, because they could indeed feel the power of Horus in the Primarch before them.
Angron tried to comprehend the situation with the little wisdom he had left after being squeezed out by the Butcher's Nails.
Kahn also looked at the towering figure in front of him with some dullness.

There was a hint of confusion in Mephiston's eyes, and Seth was at a loss.

Zhou Yun silently took out the mechanizer and placed his finger on the button representing the star Idalia.
The tall figure noticed Zhou Yun's actions and his eyes twitched slightly.

".Sir Hoguilles Lupebal, you are the least worthy person here to remain silent about my joke."

The holy Primarch looked at Zhou Yun and said softly,
There was a flash of evil amusement in his eyes that only Zhou Yun could see, as if he was seeking revenge for the joke Zhou Yun had made on him before.

Zhou Yun's mouth curled up into a smile. It was him.
"And you, after ten thousand years, haven't you learned a sense of humor other than anger?"

The silence was broken. Kahn let out an angry roar at being fooled, and pointed the plasma pistol in his hand at the Primarch's head.

Even if it is a Primarch, as long as it has not ascended to the devil, it is still a body of flesh and blood.
Being hit by a plasma pistol at such a close distance would definitely...

Kahn spat out a mouthful of blood, and before he could react to what was happening, he flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

His body struggled to get up, trembling slightly, and some ancient memories gradually awakened.
For the first time in ten thousand years, Khârn was shocked by his own courage. He had just tried to kill a Primarch with a plasma pistol?

"Kahn, you used to be the most sober one among the World Eaters. Why are you now so easily controlled by anger?"

Sanguinius's wings spread out at some point, and a faint golden light burst out, and a strong wind swept through the entire tomb.

The Spear of Bi Gong appeared in his hand at some point. The tip of the spear tapped the ground lightly, and a low ringing sound like a holy bell rang out.

In an instant, the silence in the tomb was broken.

The World Eaters Berserkers were once again filled with rage and anger. They pounced on the Primarch standing on the platform.
Only Kahn knew that this was completely stupid.

Before Kahn could organize his thoughts, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.
The scarlet power armor on his chest burst, and blood gushed out violently.

Suddenly, Kahn seemed to see a white light, and in the white light, it seemed that the soul of Anger Tai was waving at him from the sky.
Old friend, am I going to see you? A flash of despair flashed across Kahn's eyes, and he fell into the subspace rift like a rag doll, and fainted in it.

The other World Eaters berserkers were reduced to pieces and blood in the blink of an eye.
The demons turned into ashes and burned up the moment Sanguinius spread his wings.

Mephiston, Seth, and the remaining Flesh Tearers stared at the scene in front of them in amazement.
They felt their souls tremble,

Even a psyker as powerful as Mephiston could not comprehend what was happening.
When did Sanguinius flutter his wings? When did he take up the Spear of the End? How did those World Eaters berserkers die?
This is not a fight at all.
The gap between the Primarchs and the Astartes is even greater than the gap between the Astartes and mortals.

However, there was not only one Primarch present.
Angron, who had already entered reality, was also not slow.

The Spear of Sangniares and the Spear of Bigong crossed in mid-air, blood and warm light collided,
Angron's skulls collided with each other, making a terrible sound.

The silver chains on Sanguinius' body swayed, making a sound as clear as raindrops.

The Lord of Red Sand and the Angel crossed paths in the tomb, but no one could see the confrontation between the two.

Their speed was so fast that one wondered if this was a battle taking place in the material universe.

A deep roar sounded, and the first moment of the confrontation between the Primarchs ended.
Angron was bathed in blood, and the wounds inflicted by the Spear of Bigong were hideous and horrible, almost chopped Angron into mud.
The Archangel stood in the center of the tomb with a grace that Angron could not match.

He dropped a few feathers, and blood splattered on his golden armor. There was a shallow wound on his face and another on his arm, but that was all.

But Angron's flesh was healing,
No, that is not the flesh and blood of the material universe at all. It is a body formed by the energy of the subspace, a container made of ether, and a part of the Blood God.

He was back to normal almost in the blink of an eye, as if Sanguinius had never hurt him.

The beast let out a low roar, full of bloody anger and murderous intent.

But everyone present heard the meaning of this roar.

This planet is caught in a terrible war. Countless people are being killed, countless people are dying, countless blood and skulls are falling.
The Blood God's gaze was also focused here. All of this was making Angron stronger and healing his wounds.

".Are you proud of your master's generosity, Angron, have the gladiators of Nuthrea fallen to this?"

The archangel let out a sigh of pity, and then a hint of mischievous amusement flashed in the corner of his eyes.

"But you see," Sanguinius chuckled, "I am also blessed by someone."

The clockwork sounded,
Zhou Yun stood behind Sanguinius without knowing when, and inserted the accelerator spring into Sanguinius's lower back, twisting it violently a few times.

"That's fair."

The Archangel smiled, clenched the Spear of Bigong and pointed it at Angron:

"Now, I am also a demon prince."

(End of this chapter)