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Chapter 214 I am the Emperor, You are the War Marshal

Sanguinius's wings were slightly raised, shining with the luster of the warm sun.

Angron's mind was possessed by the Butcher's Nails, his will consumed by madness, but he was still a Primarch.
He could feel that Sanguinius was different from before, and even more dangerous than before——————

In an instant, Angron saw a storm of gold and scarlet rushing towards him, and the only sound in the air was the sound of explosions.
Angron had only time to move his body slightly to avoid it.

However, the Spear of Bigon pierced through Angron's right shoulder like an arrow.

The two Primarchs were so close that Angron could almost smell the blood pouring from Sanguinius's wounds.

The archangel chuckled and raised his spear slightly.

The sharp blade was pulled out from Angron's shoulder blade, stirring up a wave of blood.
In an instant only half of Angron's left shoulder was left attached to his torso.

Angron roared with rage and attempted to strike Sanguinius with his Thunniares.

Sanguinius dodged Angron's huge sword with ease.
The Spear of Bigong drew an arc in the air with a speed and grace that no mortal could match. The tip of the spear lightly swept past Angron's eyes.
The sound of the spear breaking through the air was so clear and melodious that it reminded me of the breeze blowing through the spacious palace late at night.
A stream of blood gushed from Angron's eye, like a scarlet scar on the sky of Baal.

Sanguinius's spear briefly plunged the Daemon Primarch into darkness.

"You see, I am more blessed than you are."

Sanguinius bent lightly, and thrust his spear upward toward Angron's throat.

The spearhead pierced Angron's throat and half of it came out from the back of his neck.

This move is enough to be fatal to a mortal body, but Angron is a demon primarch after all.
His axe blade was stuck in the spearhead decoration of Sanguinius's exquisite Bibiao Spear, preventing Sanguinius' spear from moving forward even a little bit.

"It's our father's fault. He decorated the spearhead too much." Sanguinius sighed.
Then he suddenly used the force to pull out the spear head, and the spear instantly turned into hundreds of light spots that pierced Angron's body, like hundreds of laser beams.

The Lord of Red Veil's body was suddenly covered in blood.

"You were first a slave to the nobility, then a slave to anger, then a slave to our father, then a slave to the blood god."

Sanguinius said in a gentle voice:

"I understand your anger, but I cannot understand why you chose to betray one person and become a slave to another. Can this give you any freedom? I only see that you have been put in even heavier shackles."

"However, if you don't mind betraying the Blood God again, the one who blessed me can give you a complete end and a peaceful rest, so that you can at least be free of pain."

As he spoke, Sanguinius looked at Zhou Yun behind him.

Zhou Yun shook the four-dimensional pocket on his stomach appropriately, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to welcome Angron in.

Angron roared with saliva flying everywhere, and Sanguinius drew an arc in the air and slashed at Sanguinius.
However, Sanguinius, who was strengthened by the acceleration gear, was too fast. Even Angron, who was also a Primarch, could not catch up with his speed.

Even Jagatai Khan, the swiftest of the Primarchs, would probably find it difficult to catch up with the Archangel today.

Sanguinius dodged just right, and the Soniares passed by Sanguinius' golden armor less than half a centimeter away.

"Is this the limit of the blessing the Blood God has bestowed upon you?" Sanguinius curled his lips into a faint smile.

Angron, whose wounds were slowly healing, roared.
He seemed to be hitting back at Sanguinius by mocking him for having also accepted the blessings of the Warp and being proud of it.

The once pure angel has fallen into the power of the subspace!

Sanguinius nodded slightly, a smile on his face: "Well, what's the matter?"

"Look at my wings. Do you think they are natural?"

"Ten thousand years ago, didn't you realize that my wings didn't conform to the laws of physics?"

As he spoke, Sanguinius gently shook the wings behind him, causing the silver chains hanging on them to jingle softly. The once pure white wings were somehow stained with some metallic blue, as if to indicate that Sanguinius had accepted a power that did not belong to him.

"Ten thousand years ago, when I first landed on Baal, I was blessed by the Warp and gained this pair of wings."

"In terms of the blessings of the Warp, you are a latecomer, Angron."

"Ten thousand years ago, I was always afraid. I was afraid of the source of the power in my body. I was worried about the uncleanness in it. I always hoped to prove myself with a perfect and pure attitude."

"But ten thousand years have passed, and I have come to terms with it. What about the Warp? Even Guilliman is not completely isolated from the Warp."

Sanguinius gently raised the blood-stained Spear of Bigong and pointed it at Angron's massive body:

"I do not need to prove my purity or loyalty to anyone. I am Sanguinius. I am the embodiment of loyalty and purity."

There was no pride in his words, as if he was just stating the facts.

Angron roared, and a blazing fire burned on the Sangnials in his hand.

The Slaanesh Daemon within the Daemon Weapon howled in agony as Angron was squeezing its power.

The Blood God's voice also rang in Angron's ears, and the beast's entire body was burning with an indescribable twisted brass fire.
Angron rushed at Sanguinius like a mech knight at full speed.

“You are far inferior to me, Angron,” Sanguinius said calmly. “It is just that I still owe you a debt, and I need you to repay part of it.”

Sanguinius's spear stabbed at Angron's right shoulder again. In an instant, Angron's right shoulder was cut off and turned into pure ether and dissipated in mid-air, leaving only Sanguinius falling to the ground.
At this moment, the entire tomb shook again, and Sanguinius' eyes moved slightly.

Angras was bathed in blood. The Norn Messenger's sharp blade cut several horrific wounds on his body. The psychic fire continued to burn his soul.

Angras was furious, furious beyond measure.
First, Marest banished him to Baal One, and then Blood Knight Jor took out that weird toy sword.
I finally returned to Baal Prime, and encountered this damn bug again in Angel Castle.
Angras realized that he had wasted too much time.
It roared, and chopped down with the axe formed by another bloodthirsty demon in its hand. The heavy axe directly tore the skull of the Norn messenger and dug out the light blue brain tissue.

The head of this horrible Tyranid creature glanced and fell on the battlefield, and the hive mind that resided in it was weakened.
In an instant, the thick shadow of the subspace that enveloped the entire Baal was greatly weakened.
In the subspace, the Blood God let out an excited roar, and the three stars of Baal were instantly reflected in his twisted and ferocious beast eyes.

Khorne's brass-armored claws suddenly grabbed a twisted spear from among the thousands of weapons leaning against the brass throne.
He used Angron as an anchor and aimed at the three stars of Baal.
Sensing this in the tomb, Sanguinius's eyes slightly changed.
"The will of the hive couldn't hold out after all." He sighed softly, and suddenly used the Spear of Bi Gong to pick up the Sangniares on the ground and threw it to Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun instantly reached out and caught the giant sword transformed by the Slaanesh demon, and then stuffed it into his four-dimensional pocket without hesitation.

"Sorry, you'll have to make do with this sword for now."

San Gillette said softly:
"I must banish Angron back to the Warp as soon as possible. The Blood God is watching."

He originally wanted to subdue Angron and let Zhou Yun use the four-dimensional pocket to completely sell Angron out.
However, Sanguinius felt the Blood God's gaze.

As the Great Rift opened and Hive Mind weakened, the Blood God was able to launch direct attacks into the real universe, using Angron's powerful Gift of Khorne as an anchor.
Angron's body was filled with deadly blood. He seemed dissatisfied with Sanguinius's contempt, and raised his sharp axe to chop at Sanguinius.

"Static force field." Zhou Yun's voice suddenly sounded.

A force bubble shot out from his fingertips, wrapping Angron's legs in it. Angron's movements suddenly slowed down a little bit, barely perceptible.

Sanguinius’s figure was reduced to an afterimage. Although Angron was only a little slower, in the battle between the Primarchs, this little bit of slowness was enough to be fatal in front of Sanguinius who was strengthened by the acceleration gears.

Angron's head was cut off in an instant, so fast that Angron himself didn't even have time to react.

His body suddenly fell to the ground and turned into a bloody light that dissipated on the spot.

The Blood God in the Warp roared with anger and thrust the spear in his hand back into the sand beside the throne.

The three stars of Baal reflected in his eyes suddenly became blurry, and the blazing blue-gold light enveloped the entire three stars of Baal like wings.
In an instant, a chaotic subspace storm of gold and blue swept up, and the three stars of Baal were sucked into it in the blink of an eye, becoming hazy and unclear, as if hidden in the gap between reality and subspace, causing the power projected by the Blood God on Baal to be greatly reduced in an instant.
In the warp, Chagatai Khan stood beside the corpses of eight bloodthirsty demons that were gradually dissolving into the warp, staring at the scene before him.
The three stars of Baal were being engulfed by a pale golden Warp storm. An angel made up of blue and golden light was floating in the storm, casting his gaze towards the Khan.

The Khan noticed a twisted crack on the angel's body, running through the gap between his wings. The crack was filled with the blasphemous power of the four gods and the breath of Horus.
The angel's lips curled up into a smile, which made Khan feel a little uneasy.
Suddenly a voice sounded in his ears.
"Will you come with me to find Guilliman? The three of us can form a new Second Empire, and you will be the Warmaster of the Second Empire."

The Khan shuddered, and without hesitation, he rode on his motorcycle and led the Storm Prophets back to the Webway.
(End of this chapter)