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

Chapter 519 In the end, a person can only rely on themselves.

Blood spread across the red sand. Zhou Yun slightly turned the spring-loaded key in Kahn's back.

Several pills of different colors and shapes were stuffed into Kahn's hand. Kahn took them and put a few of them into his mouth, but did not crush them. Only one pill, which looked like a white glutinous rice ball, was quietly hidden in his hand.

Zhou Yun then handed a series of props to Kahn and nodded slightly at him.

This aligns with the agreement between the Blood God and Zhou Yun, who agreed to use only blessings to empower Angron and Kahn, without employing any other means.
Zhou Yun understood the Blood God's thoughts.

At the most crucial moments in life, one can ultimately only rely on oneself and cannot become obsessed with external things.

Just like Zhou Yun, no matter how dangerous the situation, he always relied on himself and the tools.
These props are of course part of Zhou Yun's possession. Isn't it the same as blessing Kahn that Zhou Yun gives the props to Kahn?

Isn't this in accordance with the rules?

Kahn knew that the magical effects of these items far exceeded his imagination, far surpassing even the Blood God's blessing.

He could only feel gratitude, but he was still the taciturn Kahn, and could only nod his thanks to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun didn't say anything, he just patted Kahn on the shoulder.

What Kahn is about to do is extremely difficult; he is challenging his own Primarch.
Even in the Emperor's plan, there was not much hope for this. The Emperor did not think that Kahn had any need to challenge Angron, and there was no need to waste time on Kahn and Angron. However, Zhou Yun thought it was worth a try. Even if they failed, they still had Plan B.

Kahn took a deep breath, took a small step forward, and stepped onto the warm, gravelly ground. The hot sand was scorching, as if warmed by freshly flowed blood, causing a slight burning pain to Kahn's mutated foot, which protruded from his power armor.
He looked at his Primarch, one hand tightly gripping the Blood Orb, the other clutching a small, firework-like prop.

“Father,” Kahn growled.
Once again, Kahn stood before his genetic father.

He knew that his genetic father was being ridiculed by many.

But Kahn only wants to say that most of those who mock Angron have never actually stood in front of him.

He was the embodiment of terror; a chilling aura of blood coursing through him, murderous intent his fuel, rage his furnace, hatred the energy flowing in his veins, and slaughter the only output of this machine.

Hearing his heavy breathing, like that of a predatory dragon, smelling the sulfurous stench in the air that could scorch a mortal's lungs, and feeling the stinging pain on his skin from the rage emanating from Angron, even Kahn's soul trembled.

But is that how it should be?
Was Angron supposed to be like this from the beginning?

Kahn suddenly began to think about this problem, and a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

How could fate be so malicious and bitter, twisting his genetic father into this state?

“Father!” Kahn called out, his voice rising slightly, this time tinged with emotion. His genetic father slightly raised his beast-like head, his blood-yellow eyes filled only with murderous intent and rage.
The Butcher's Nail clanged menacingly, beasts roared and howled, responding to Kahn's call with slaughter.

"Kill!!!!!" Angron roared, his head held high, a crimson sun hanging behind him, turning him into a black and red afterimage in the blink of an eye.

The giant axe came hurtling through the air, and only then did Kahn realize that Angron was not using his usual sword and axe, but was wielding two axes just like he had ten thousand years ago when he was still human.

One of them was the Spinebreaker, a weapon obtained by Angrod through the massacre of an entire Dark Mechanicus world; it was powerful enough to cleave Titans in two and crush fortresses.

The demonic giant sword Zonyares, which was used alongside him by Angron and was transformed from the Slaanesh, was taken by Sangilius and offered to Doraemon, becoming one of his snacks.
Now, Angron and the Spinebreaker are using Bloodfather together.
Those were the weapons that paired with the Bloodborne weapon in Kahn's hand, both forged from the lower jaw fangs of a Mica Dragon, dangerous and deadly.
During the Great Rebellion, Kahn inherited the Blood Child, while the Blood Father was passed down, fought over, and worshipped among countless warbands.

But now, Angron has apparently picked up the Bloodfather weapon again, in place of the Zonyaris that Doraemon ate.

Blood son collides with blood father.
The two weapons, separated for many years, reunited and let out a sharp roar together.
“Father, this Blood Father sword suits you best,” Kahn said involuntarily.

Angron's only response was a roaring muscular physique and a foul, sulfurous breath.

The power of the Lord of the Red Sands remains terrifying, and has become even more terrifying due to the full blessing of the Blood God.
Even though Kahn is now one with Raum, almost becoming a bloodthirsty demon, he still cannot match the power of the Primarch.

In a mere instant of collision, the bright red muscles in Kahn's arm shattered one by one, like ropes breaking under the strain, splattering blood.
Kahn grunted, fell to one knee, and struggled to support himself by raising his axe.

He hadn't seen Angron's face this close in a long time.

He still remembers the face of his genetic father.
Those curly red hairs like copper wires, the pale eyes hidden behind the deep cheekbones sculpted by a knife and axe, that hooked nose and thin lips,
That was indeed the Primarch's face. When Kahn first saw that face, his first reaction wasn't anger, but sorrow.

An indescribable sorrow, like the dead mourning the truly dead, like a king with boundless empathy for the feelings of others being overwhelmed by bitter fate.

Perhaps it was because Kahn realized this that he was able to survive Angron's axe and become one of the few World Eaters who could communicate with their Primarch.

But now Kahn only saw a beast. Anger completely twisted Angron, making every piece of his flesh look like a tumor hanging on his bones and soul. His pale eyes, which had once held sorrow, were now holes burning with sulfur. The lines that were once as proud as flint had disappeared, and his lips, which had once resembled those of a sage, had been stripped away, leaving only those hideous teeth.

Kahn felt sadness, pain, and anger at how his father had been twisted into such a state.

Little by little, Kahn slowly stood up, the blood child gradually rising and pressing down on the blood father.
This is certainly not because Kahn suddenly acquired any concepts like love, justice, or friendship; it's entirely because...
[Item Name: Powerful Super Deluxe Ingot (Trial Version)]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth - Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 231.M3]
[Function: A pill-shaped item that grants superhuman strength upon consumption, including high-speed flight and the power to easily lift a truck, or even push down the Tokyo Tower with full force. The effect lasts approximately three minutes.]
Kahn didn't know what the Tokyo Tower was; he only felt that at that moment, he possessed enough power to take down a Titan.
He suddenly swung his axe, instantly forcing Angron back several steps.

At the same time, Kahn raised the small cannon, and Raum took the opportunity to reach out and pull the cord behind the cannon.
Kahn remembered the name of the prop.
"Mini Sun".

(The next chapter will be a few minutes later)

(End of this chapter)