Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 39: Angron's Revenge
"You can't treat us so cruelly."

The envoy stammered in fear.

"No matter why you come here, whether you want wealth or power over the world."

"As long as you make a request, we can negotiate. As long as it doesn't start a war, anything is fine."

Ra walked across the ruins and approached the sleeping Angron.

When No. 12 sleeps, he looks like a terrifying savage beast.

The terrifying muscles contain power beyond imagination.

"Number 12 was meant to be a gift."

"The planet where the Primarch lands will receive more resources and technology from the Empire."

"Just like Kosonia, it will be quickly reshaped into a civilized world."

"Nukeria could have received this gift and become a planet of great political significance to the Empire."

"But you enslaved a Primarch and intended to..."

Ra picked up a Butcher's Nail with silver nerve bundles and looked at the envoy.

"Driving something like this into the Primarch's head, destroying our Lord's creation."

The general who had stepped on Angron's head with such high spirits before was now kneeling in the ruins in a miserable state.

In front of the imperial guards, he couldn't keep any secrets.

With just a little trick, he revealed what the major families were going to do to the Primarch.

He treated No. 12 as a slave in the arena, and intended to implant this blasphemous creation to completely destroy No. 12.

La and the others were considered to have exercised restraint by not issuing an extermination order against Nukeria.

The envoy's body shook with fear.

He opened his mouth to say something.

La didn't give him a chance, but continued talking on her own.

"Such a shame must be washed away with enough blood."

"If the bodies of those slave owners have not been delivered here by this time tomorrow, we will do it ourselves."

The outcome of the negotiations plunged the nobles of Nuceria into despair.

They were once high and mighty, playing with the fate of their people.

Arbitrarily depriving those people of their freedom and lives.

And now, the same evil will befall them.

The smile of the past is gone.

Instead, there is fear and anxiety.

"What should we do?"

The meeting was silent for a long time before a noble asked a question.

Angron was the most powerful gladiator in Nuceria.

All the families present have chips betting on each other.

When suppressing Angron, personal guards were also sent.

Now, those golden-armored warriors are going to be liquidated.

No matter what, no family here can escape.

"We must not compromise," said the Lord of the Tarka family. "Even if Nukeria is reduced to ashes, we cannot choose to surrender."

"I suggest launching a long-range attack on them immediately. These people are powerful, but they only have one battleship."

"Once the war starts, the stockpiled supplies will be quickly consumed, and they won't be able to hold out for long."

"As long as we survive the first wave of attacks, we will be able to gain more initiative."

"By then, whether it is negotiations or maintaining the war, it will be up to us to decide."

Representatives of other families discussed Lord Talka's words.

In the end, the proposal to declare war was passed unanimously.

In his sleep, Angron recalled the day he became a slave of the Tarka family.

As a young boy, he was imprisoned in a deep pit with hundreds of other people who were dressed in rags, wearing iron shackles and bearing slave marks.

A stepped pyramid stood in the deep pit, and above it was a circular arena filled with spectators.

This is a game that amuses people by showing them the life and death struggles of slaves.

The surviving slaves would be given as prizes to the winning family to become gladiators.

When the game starts, corrosive acid will gush out from the circular drain hole of the pit, flooding the pit little by little.

At first, the slaves helped each other.

They support each other and help those who come later to climb higher steps.

Shouting at the audience who enjoyed their torture and applauded.

As more and more corrosive acid was injected, there was less and less place to stand on the pyramid.

The crowds grew more crowded and more desperate.

Soon, the first victim appeared.

One man lost his balance and fell into the corrosive acid.

Acid can dissolve flesh, blood, and bones into pulp, but it won't do it immediately.

The man thrashed in the acid and screamed like nothing Angron had ever heard in his life.

The pain in the voice was so profound that it frightened those around him.

When the audience outside saw this scene, they shouted excitedly.

The excitement reached its climax when they watched the slave slowly corrode and die.

The cheers were deafening, overwhelming like a wave.

Angron looked at the audience, confused.

He couldn't understand why anyone would take pleasure in killing their fellow man.

After the first death, the slaves changed and no longer considered the people around them as companions.

Instead, they see it as a stumbling block that blocks access to the smaller and smaller safe spaces. They begin to kill each other.

Screams continued as the crowd pushed each other into the water.

Angron was drawn into this ugly fight for survival.

At one point, he had the urge to knock everyone into the water.

As the Primarch, he could do this easily.

But he chose to refuse.

Every slave who fell into the acid and screamed made him feel heartbroken.

He couldn't bear to push those people to death.

Even if they take action, it is only for survival, not for killing.

There were hundreds of slaves in the pit, but only a dozen or so reached the top of the pyramid.

In the end, only one can survive.

There is no doubt that Angron was the lucky one who survived.

He tried to resist and escape.

But the slave owners had the technology of the Dark Ages.

Even though Angron possessed unimaginable power, he was unable to resist and was eventually subdued.

Thrown into the dungeon, it became a tool for the audience's bloody entertainment.

Angron also recalled in his dream the scene of his first meeting with Onomamus.

The older gladiator taught him how to fight.

Tell him stories about the outside world to comfort him from the pain caused by the fighting.

Later, Angron fell into a nightmare.

He dreamed that he was being hammered with nails.

In a fit of madness he murdered Onomamus and desecrated his body.

The dignitaries watched this scene with smiles on their faces, discussing how much money they had won from this duel.

"Do not!!"

"I will never allow them to take you away from me."

Angron screamed in pain, awakening from his nightmare.

He subconsciously touched his head and found no implants.

"You're awake, number twelve."

came a cold voice.

Angron turned around and saw a golden-armored warrior he had never seen before.

He looked around and found himself in the ruins of a technological black tower.

“Who are you?” Angron asked. “And where are those bastards?”

"I am the Emperor."

Before La could finish his words, a guard jumped down from a high place and interrupted him.

"La, a swarm of missiles has been detected heading towards us."

La turned his head and looked out through the broken window.

"I don't know what gave those idiots the courage to show their fangs to the Empire."

"Order the troops to land. We are going to clear this world."

Ra turned to Angron and threw a heavy battle axe to him.

"No. 12, there is no time to explain so much to you. Take your weapon and prepare for battle."

La raised his halberd and a beam of light rushed out and turned into a light shield.

The other imperial guards did the same thing.

The equipment of the Imperial Guards is the best among all the troops in the empire.

The halberds in their hands combine technologies from multiple universes.

Not only can it be a killing weapon, but it can also be used to create a shield.

The shield is like an inverted bowl, protecting everyone.

A few seconds later, hundreds of missiles fell, trailing flames.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The horrific explosion resounded through the sky.

The raging flames swept towards the sky.

Everything around was reduced to scorched earth.

"do you died?"

"These missiles are loaded with enriched nuclear warheads, which are powerful enough to explode everything within the blast range into molecules."

"They are strong, but they are still flesh and blood after all. It is impossible for them to withstand such a bombardment."

The family representatives who were watching the bombing site looked nervous, anticipating the results they wanted.

When the twenty golden-armored warriors and Angron came out unharmed.

Despair was revealed on the faces of many family representatives.

They knew it was all over.

The warships in the void took the lead in launching orbital bombardment on the ground.

The sky was frequently lit up, with tower-like beams of light and missiles raining down.

Airports, military bases, and launch platforms were all targeted and quickly reduced to ruins.

Dense swarms of fighter planes roared out and rushed to the ground like a swarm of bees, carrying out bombing and deploying auxiliary troops.

Within half an hour, cities all over the world were reduced to a sea of ​​fire.

Angron went to free his fellow slaves, releasing them from their dark cells to join in this war of revenge.

His first target was the Talka family.

(End of this chapter)