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

Chapter 517 Let's talk in my bag

"What I'm about to cut off is Angron's head." Kahn slowly raised the blood-stained weapon in his hand, pointing it at Angron in the sky.

Over the long years, tormented by the Butcher's Nail, only two things remained in Kahn's heart besides anger.
A mixture of hatred and love

Hatred for the death of Ingres-Thai, love for the Primarch

How could an Astartes not care about his genetic father?

Even though his Gene Father destroyed his Legion, especially since Cain couldn't blame his Primarch for that, because he also bore responsibility, it was out of love for the Primarch that he implanted the Butcher's Nail into his own head and his brothers' heads, simply to understand his Gene Father.
For ten thousand years, the Butcher's Nail tormented Kahn.

Kahn finally understood.
Angron was already dead. He died in the last battle of the slaves' rebellion against their masters, at the moment the Emperor teleported him to the ship, and on the crimson sands of Nutheria.
After that, all that existed in the world was a enslaved corpse, enslaved by the butcher's nail, enslaved by the emperor, enslaved by the blood god.
So, when the Blood God was freeing Cain and demanding that Cain sever the head of a Primarch,
Kahn made his own choice.

Angron, he wants to challenge his own father of genes.
If he dies in this battle, then he deserves it; it is an execution for the crimes he committed against the Legion.

If he were to win by chance, he could free his genetic father, and what could be more worthwhile than wielding that axe?

So Kahn raised his axe, pointed it at the Blood God, and challenged Angron to a duel.
Of course, in addition to the reasons mentioned above, Kahn also remembered the words spoken by Erebus when he died.

Blood God, he was also one of those who murdered Angel Te.
Blood God couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

He felt his blood surging, and he felt immense excitement.
Perhaps, after mentally stripping away all the scheming, calculations, and strategies, he was hoping that Kahn would make such a choice.
Kahn knew perfectly well that by doing so he would lose the blessing of the Blood God and confront Angron, who was blessed by the Blood God.
This is practically tantamount to launching a direct challenge against the Blood God himself.
What could possibly stir the Blood God's emotions more than this?

But the Blood God calmed down slightly.
This was the effect of the domain that the Blood God had plundered from Tzeentch; that part of the domain concerned tactics and strategy.

Let Kahn and Angron fight.
If Kahn loses, then the Blood God can take the opportunity to reclaim Kahn's soul, thus neither gaining nor losing.
If Kahn wins, then the essence of Angron will merge with Kahn. This is a much better fit than the fusion of Kahn's essence with other Primarchs. Although the Blood God loses Angron, he gains an incomparably powerful demon Primarch, a huge win!
But the Blood God was just deceived by the Emperor; he wouldn't fall for it twice in such a short time.

He distrusted the emperor and the ruler of mankind; in the eyes of the Blood God, He was a fraud no less than Tzeentch.

Perhaps Kahn's choice at this moment is actually His will, His trajectory?
Once the Blood God released Angron, Ryan, Kahn, and Nobita Nobi worked together to subdue Angron and stuff him into Doraemon's pocket.
This is neither in line with the Blood God's desires nor in line with the Blood God's interests.

Seemingly sensing the Blood God's suspicion, at that moment, a red and pink wooden door appeared from the bridge of the Blessed Lady and opened with a bang.

Zhou Yun, wearing a semi-circular white pouch on his stomach, walked out of the door.
Zhou Yun stepped out of the door, but his gaze didn't fall on the Blood God who was staring intently at him, nor on Kahn. Instead, it fell on Ryan, whose eyes were half-closed and whose face was serious and filled with murderous intent.
Why does Ryan keep his eyes narrowed, revealing a thoughtful, threatening, and murderous expression?
Because he was really sleepy.

A strange drowsiness was relentlessly assaulting Ryan's superhuman brain, driving him back to sleep. The dense forest shrouded in shadow appeared and disappeared before his half-closed eyes, beckoning him, waiting for him, and even beginning to enter reality to take him away.

A foliage leaf sprouted above Ryan's head, his feet were covered in muddy clay, and he could faintly hear the roar of a giant beast.
But Ryan still keenly noticed the gaze Zhou Yun was casting at him.

There was a hint of drooling in that gaze?
It felt like he was going to devour Ryan.
Ryan immediately became alert, slightly tightening his grip on the Sword of Loyalty, and fighting off his drowsiness as he warily watched Zhou Yun.

His superhuman brain worked at lightning speed, combining the information he already knew to determine that this person was definitely not an ordinary person as they appeared.
He is probably the incarnation of the new evil god that Luther mentioned.
Luther also seems to have mentioned that he corrupted two Primarchs. Who could they be?
Saint Gilles is dead, and Guilliman is practically dead; it's absolutely impossible for the two of them to be together.
Ruth should be fine; Dorne is stinker than a rock.
Ryan couldn't come up with an answer in a short time.

As long as it's not Guilliman, it's fine. If Guilliman were to fall from grace, that would be far too dangerous.
Ryan had witnessed Guilliman's abilities during the Second Reich.

Zhou Yun noticed the murderous intent in Ryan's gaze.

The gaze was so terrifying that Zhou Yun momentarily had the illusion that his head was about to be punched away.

This is all thanks to Ryan's face being softened by time.
When Zhou Yun was in Asford, he often traveled around with Ryan's face from when he was young.

Nothing else, it's just that it's useful; its face is so striking that it could scare several mortals, traitors, and aliens to death with just one glance.

"Big Brother, no, young friend Ryan."

Zhou Yun smiled and shook the pocket on her stomach:

"I see that you are seriously injured and about to enter a long sleep. I fear that my young friend will suffer a terrible fate in his sleep."

"Why don't you come into my pocket, young friend, for a chat and perhaps we can become acquainted?"

Although Guilliman and Saint Gilles were convinced that Ryan's return was not a good thing, Zhou Yun had finally witnessed the First Prince's abilities.
Luther was one of the strongest characters below the Primarch, but without the teleportation ability granted by Bilak, he was quickly killed by the still-weak and aging Lionheart.
Zhou Yun had that bacterium that could wake up a person in a deep sleep for an hour every day. It would be good to put Ryan in his pocket and wake him up when needed.

Come to think of it, isn't that how the Emperor used Ryan? He was a sharp blade when needed, but when not needed... You mean Warmaster? That was for my chieftain Horus.

Faced with Zhou Yun's suggestion, Ryan's expression became increasingly wary, and he even pointed his sword at Zhou Yun.

(The next chapter might be a little late. I was too tired yesterday. When I got home last night, I slept for fourteen or fifteen hours straight, like I had been knocked unconscious.)
(End of this chapter)