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Chapter 523 Momotaro Dumplings

Angron swung his twin axes at Kahn, the chainsaw tearing through Kahn's flesh.
But Kahn's demeanor changed in an instant, as if fate had taken a turn in the most rugged corner.
Raum didn't eat all that Tzeentch and Eribus for nothing.

Using the power of the Greedy Dissolves Domain, he learned the spell from Eribus, which involved using the Great Demon Tzeentch to bear his own fate.

But he can't die in someone else's place like Irebas; at most, he can only take the blame for injuries.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Raum, who had been wounded by Angron's twin axes, became a mangled and grotesque figure.
Raum looked at Angron with a mocking gaze, or rather, at the Blood God behind Angron.
Unlike Kahn, he knew from the beginning that the Blood God was behind Angel Te's death.

This is why he willingly accepted the power of the Dark Lord and remained hidden in the hands of the Blood God.

Finally, fate smiled upon Raum.

He not only avenged himself against Eribas, but also had the opportunity to take revenge on the Blood God himself.
Raum has consumed a large number of wrestling hawkmen and Tzeentch demons, and has acquired some of Tzeentch demon characteristics, making him a potential candidate to be the one to bear the fate of Tzeentch, a powerful demon.
He suffered the same fate as Kahn, who was struck by Angron.
The Spinebreaker and the Blood Axe cleaved into Raum's twisted and mangled flesh, but the mocking smile on his lips remained unchanged.
He was not afraid of death, not even the kind of utter death that other demons feared.

The ritual dagger is one of the few things, besides Imperial psionic power, that can completely kill a demon.

The ritual dagger that killed Angor Tai nearly destroyed Raum's existence.
Raum's existence was solely sustained by the mental fluctuations and vengeful obsession that arose at the time of Angell Tai's death.
He was not afraid of death; he had already died on the day Ingres Tei died.
But at the last moment before Raum took the fall, Kahn did his utmost to avoid a fatal blow. While the axe strike caused Raum excruciating pain, it wasn't fatal.
Kahn's figure emerged from beside Angron. At this moment, he had severed his bond with Raum and returned to a more normal human form and appearance.

He brandished the blood-stained weapon, slashing at the wound on Angron's neck inflicted by Koraga.

But Angron's lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to turn around instantly, his Blood Father aimed straight for Kahn's forehead.
The father and his child were so close.
Kahn smelled the scent of red sand; it was the scent of Angron, the scent of Nuthria.

The smell seemed to stimulate Kahn's nerves, causing fragmented memories to flood his mind.

In these fragments of memory, he seemed to have sparred with Angron, and seemed to have been taught by Angron.

But that's absolutely impossible; how could Angron possibly educate his offspring?

Angron never once taught the World Eaters how to fight.

Just as the Emperor never taught Angron,
Therefore, all of Angron's martial arts essentially originated from the arenas of Nutheria; they are the martial arts of gladiators.
The arena is a stage for bloodshed; spectators crave the ultimate sensory stimulation, seeking even more blood and wounds.
Gladiators also took pride in their wounds, seeking victory in danger, often neglecting defense during attacks and tending to trade blows for blows.
This thought suddenly popped into Kahn's mind.

He had seen Angron's axe strike before.
His father had taught him how to counter this axe strike.
Kill for kill, blood for blood.

Koraga must have realized this back then, which is why he left a wound on Angron's neck.
Kahn suddenly laughed, and almost without hesitation, he lunged at his oncoming Blood Father.
The blood-stained creature grazed past the edge of its father, sparks flying.
For ten thousand years, the Blood Child and the Blood Father have never been so close.

Kahn laughed maniacally, letting Blood Father hack and slash into his flesh, slicing through his body.
But Kahn also used this opportunity to break through the defenses of Angron's axe blade, slashing Bloodborne at the wound that Koraga had left in the past.

The blood-stained blade slashed into the wound, cutting through flesh, and moist blood flowed down. Ten thousand years ago, the wound left by Koraga helped Kahn slash into Angron's neck.
The Lord of the Red Sands instinctively opened its blood-red maw, letting out a painful roar and howl.
"Father."

Kahn, who had been cut in half at the waist, said softly:

"I won."

The glutinous rice ball he had hidden in his palm shot out from his fingertips and into Anglong's mouth.

Then, Kahn's mangled body fell from mid-air, streaking through the blood-scented air, and crashed heavily onto the sand.

Dust and sand flew everywhere, and yellow smoke filled the air.
Blood flowed continuously from his body, staining the sand red and warming it.

Kahn lay there, gazing up at the sky filled with churning, boundless blood-red clouds, feeling the sand enveloping his body.
That peculiar warmth was like a father's embrace, a warmth that Kahn's generation had never experienced.

It seems someone once wished that Kahn could set foot on a warm, red sandy field.
At this moment, that blessing should be recited.
The warm red sand was originally dyed red with blood and warmed by blood.
He suddenly understood, and a slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
He knew that the moment that glutinous rice ball entered Anglong's mouth, his victory was already assured.

Kahn rarely trusted a person or thing.
But he believed in the power of Doraemon's gadgets.

[Item name: Momotaro meatballs]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth - Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 261.M3]
[Function: Shaped like a glutinous rice ball, when fed to anyone or any animal other than oneself, it will become docile and tamed, obeying any command from the feeder. Effect lasts for thirty minutes.]
Angron, who had fallen from the sky into the sand, clutched his head tightly. The glutinous rice ball melted in his mouth, turning into a warm current that flowed into Angron's brain and every nerve in his body.

The Butcher's Nail buzzed and roared, sensing its dominance being challenged, and poured all its might into unleashing boundless rage and pain upon Angron.

But this anger and pain were no match for the warmth brought by the glutinous rice ball.
Even products of the dark age of technology cannot negate the effects of 22nd-century secret gadgets.
A warm current spread through Angron's brain, a gentle, peaceful feeling emanating from it, replacing anger, pain, and sorrow with tranquility.

Angron's eyes cleared instantly, and the abilities he had lost returned as his anger subsided.
The emotions around him surged toward him, and Angron sensed Kahn's emotions; he instinctively let out a soft, mournful cry.
"Kahn, my child"

The moment Angron whispered those words, the Blood God on the brass throne suddenly widened his eyes.

His connection with Angron was inexplicably severed.

Angron no longer belongs to him.

"fraud!!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)