Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 41 Why fight?
Angron and Horus' first meeting was full of tension.

When Angron said, "Want to duel with me?", Horus rushed forward without hesitation.

"Well come."

After years of fighting in the arena, fighting has become Angron's instinct.

When Horus rushed over, he was not frightened at all, but instead looked excited and thrilled.

Both are perfect creations of the Emperor, blending the dual qualities of reality and the Warp.

Possessing incredibly powerful strength.

They did not use weapons, only fists and feet.

His powerful body made every punch he threw extremely terrifying, and possessed brutal destructive power.

Angron was punched in the face with such force that he was thrown back and fell heavily to the ground.

"It seems that you are a little weak."

Horus looked at his fallen brother and smiled.

He really hoped that his father could see this scene.

In that case, my father will definitely think that he is the strongest one.

Angron spat out a mouthful of blood, climbed up from the ground, and twisted his neck a few times.

"It's too early to say that."

He became excited.

Horus's terrifying fighting power made him realize that this would be a thrilling duel.

"Even if you stand up, you will just be knocked down by me again."

Horus strode forward and launched another attack.

call!
His fist was so powerful that it made a sharp sound as it cut through the air.

Angron stepped aside, avoiding Horus's fist.

Then he reached out and grabbed Horus' elbow, pulling him forward, causing him to lose his balance.

"This move is very ancient. I learned it from a dead gladiator. I hope you like it."

Angron took advantage of Horus's loss of balance.

He raised his right foot and kicked Horus in the abdomen with lightning speed.

Kicked him out.

Angron rushed towards the fallen Horus, leaped up, and smashed down with his massive fist.

"I have never tasted defeat in the arena. No matter who my opponent is, I will win. You are strong, but I will still be the winner."

Horus rolled over and dodged Angron's attack.

He got up, crouched low, and rushed at Angron, knocking him away.

"Then you will know what failure feels like today."

The two men fought each other, punching and killing each other.

They used all their tricks and ended up in a draw.

No one can defeat anyone else.

"All right."

A majestic voice sounded, interrupting the duel between the two.

The emperor, shrouded in glory, walked out from a corridor on the side.

Behind him followed Waldo and a team of imperial guards in golden armor.

The powerful psychic force forcibly separated the two unwilling people.

Angron and Horus were separated, but they still stared at each other.

There was a look of defiance and a desire to fight in his eyes.

If there is a chance, they will definitely fight again.

"You are brothers," said the Emperor. "You are to unite and serve the greater good of humanity."

The Emperor walked between the two.

"Horus, this is Angron, your brother, Lord of Nuceria, a King of the Arena who has never been defeated."

The Emperor pointed to Angron, introducing Horus.

Then he pointed at Horus and said to Angron: "Angron, this is Horus, Lord of Cosonia."

"You two are woven from the same genetic thread, created to save humanity."

Horus held out his hand, appearing sincere.

"It's nice to meet you, Angron. We will make great brothers."

Angron smiled and reached out his hand, shaking it tightly.

It seems that the two have put aside their past grudges and acknowledged each other as brothers.

It was the competition during the handshake that made everyone see that neither of them was willing to give in.

“A little bit of competition is a good thing.”

A hoarse voice sounded.

It was only then that Horus and Angron noticed that there was a raven standing on the Emperor's shoulder.

Confusion arose in the minds of both of them at the same time.

Just now, none of them saw the raven.

Why did it suddenly appear? ?
"Nice to meet you, Baldy Ho, King Chop, let's go get some fries and ketchup."

The raven greeted the two primarchs.

After Angron's fate was changed, a third ball of light appeared in the foggy space.

The fate of the Warhammer universe has changed by more than 30%.

The protection that previously allowed only chosen people to see the ravens was also lifted.

The Mist Space established this protection measure to protect the weak chosen ones.

To prevent their identities as time travelers from being revealed and being captured and dissected by those big guys.

For the emperor, protective measures are a bit redundant.

Even if he shouted to everyone that he was a time traveler, who could do anything to him?

After the release conditions are met, the raven will remove the protection measures, but his own forgetfulness characteristics will still exist.

Only when you look at an unrecognized person can you remember everything about him.

Once you look away, you will subconsciously forget it.

"Who is this?"

Horus' eyes widened, he had met the Emperor many times, but this was the first time he had seen this raven.

The Emperor said, "He is Mr. Raven, another leader of the Imperium. In my absence, his words speak for me."

The raven spread its wings, "Come on, kids, call second daddy."

Emperor: “.”

Waldo: "."

Horus and Angron stared with wide eyes.

How come I suddenly have a father out of nowhere?

"Let's liven up the atmosphere and continue chatting."

When Raven saw the Emperor with black hair, he felt something was wrong.

He flapped his wings hastily and flew onto Waldo's shoulder.

As the raven disappeared from sight, Horus and Angron subconsciously forgot all about him.

"I have said this to Horus before, and now I need to say it to you again."

The Emperor looked at Angron, "In the original plan, your mission was to lead the Twelve Legion and conquer the galaxy."

"But not long after you were born, you were stolen by the enemy and thrown into Nuceria."

"It is my responsibility to make you lose the galaxy, but it was never my intention."

"It is still unclear what the enemy has left in you. It would be extremely irresponsible to the Empire and humanity to rashly let you lead the Twelve Legions as originally planned."

"You can make a choice and hone yourself in the expeditionary force until you prove that you are still qualified to lead the 12th Legion."

"Or you can give up the mission I have given you. Given your great power, you will still be under the supervision of the Empire until the Great Crusade ends and the human empire is completely consolidated. Only then can you gain true freedom."

Horus looked towards Angron, revealing a hint of anticipation.

This mission is too heavy, Angron, you must give it up.

Return to Nuceria and reunite with your brothers and sisters.

Let me take on this mission alone.

And enjoy all the love of my father alone.

Angron was silent for a moment, thinking back to his troubled past in Nuceria.

On the way here, he learned that in the galaxy, humans in many worlds were still suffering.

Whenever he thought of this, his heart was filled with extreme pain and anger.

I urgently want to do something to change the status quo.

"Why do we fight?" Angron asked the question that concerned him most.

"For the delicious French fries and ketchup, of course." Raven interrupted, "How can a world where people can't even enjoy delicious French fries and ketchup be called a happy world?"

The Emperor smiled and said, "For the Mankind's Manifest Destiny to rule the galaxy, for the restoration of human glory, and for everyone to enjoy delicious fries and ketchup."

The corner of Waldo's mouth twitched slightly.

The worst thing happened.

The Emperor has fallen to the demonic whispers of the Ravens.

How long until the Empire's troops start crying out for delicious fries and ketchup?

Angron nodded, making a decision that disappointed Horus.

"I am willing to endure the hardships until I get my father's approval."

After the meeting, Angron was arranged to study with Horus.

As soon as the Emperor left, the two primarchs who refused to admit defeat made an appointment to go to the duel arena to continue their previous duel.

When the soldiers of the XII Legion learned that their Primarch had returned, they flocked to the battle.

Not wanting to be outdone, the men of the Sixteenth Legion also went to the dueling arena to cheer for their own Primarch.

Unsurprisingly, what was supposed to be a duel between two Primarchs turned into a massive melee between the two legions.

"For Angron, for the Emperor."

Khan, a new recruit, punched Abaddon in the face and then pinned him to the ground and beat him.

"For Horus, for the Emperor."

Abaddon, who had turned the tables, grabbed Kahn's head and slammed the wall of the duel arena.

The melee ended with the intervention of the imperial guards and law enforcement forces.

All the legion members who participated in the melee were punished and sent to a small dark room to reflect on their mistakes.

But no one regretted it. Instead, they showed off it in front of their companions as an achievement.

Instead of gloating, the other legions felt jealous.

Their anticipation for the Primarch's return was stronger than ever.

This is especially true for the First Legion.

They were the first Legion created, but their Primarch was not the first to return.

When the Emperor learned of the melee between the two legions, he did not pay much attention to it.

It was just that at this moment, his attention was drawn away by more important things.

Malcador sent a quantum sensor array communication tower modified by the Martian Mechanicus.

Trans-dimensional communication that does not rely on subspace has become a reality.

PS:

Angron, Kahn, and the female captain who has not appeared yet.

I can't find a picture without nails, sad.

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(End of this chapter)