Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 268: God-Slaying Trap
If someone tells you that he is fighting a Superman from ten thousand years ago, and that he and his Superman descendants are hunting him down, obviously.

Most people, including the Inquisition, would consider that person a lunatic and put him in a factory to fend for himself.

Such is the tolerance of the hive that even a madman like this would find a job that suited him, and the Emperor would be willing to show mercy to him for his continued existence.

Even though it might take 16 hours of labor to get a few dry, unpalatable lumps of starch.

But if this crazy statement comes true, it would probably be the most terrifying thing in the universe.

Now, Taylor thanked Angron again and again for the Butcher's Nail on his head that made him not as smart as his brother, allowing him to try his best to use tricks to survive.

But now, he had to face the nightmare that had threatened him since before the Great Rift appeared.

A demonic primarch, the most powerful being in the entire universe...

Now, how he wished he was a madman, but when Frenstein rushed towards the place where the original body was resurrected, through the muddy soil and the battle line composed of broken corpses and craters.

The Iron Warrior traitor cursed. "This is what I get for helping you! I'd rather rot in jail!"

He was forced into Ferenstein, cursing in fear. He had no ambitions, only the idea of living in a muddle.

Between the moment he joined the Iron Warriors and the day he was captured by the Hundred Occulters, he had lost so much.

He had become smooth and only wanted to stay safe, but now he was forced to deal with a Primarch, a Primarch of Chaos!
Taylor simply picked up the explosive and pressed it against his head. "Now we're on the same page. Tell me where Agnes set his trap for Ryan, or die."

The Iron Warrior said, "You're as stubborn as an Imperial Fist!"

Then he honestly spit out the location he expected. In fact, that place was the one he designed, a hidden and real thing.

After getting the exact location, Taylor hurriedly approached Angron who was climbing out of the portal.

It was a huge, hound-like monster, very different from a human, or the original body it once was.

His body was made up of strange, black vein-like tubes, his skin was covered in reptilian leather, and his face was largely fleshless.

His cheeks bulged out like a wolf's, revealing his fangs.

There were large areas of metal pipes on his wrists, ankles, neck and hair, probably butcher's nails, which were once only on the back of his head.

Under Khorne's power, they have grown to the point where they almost replace their muscles.

The bloody winds of the Warp burned around the giant monster, who held two scarlet blades in his hands, looking majestic.

It was obvious that Angron had now firmly stepped into the real universe.

The World Eaters fell to their knees in worship, and the mortals were filled with fear and madness, just as if any great daemon had arrived to destroy the empire, or even more so.

The six-meter-tall monster looked at everything here, with only anger in his bright red eyes.

His sons came to pay tribute to their father, but the World Eater was cut in two by a sharp blade.

Angron's voice cracked. "Too slow."

Then he moved forward quickly. All the flowers, plants and trees were withering, and the sky was covered with bright red clouds.

Invicatus saluted his father in mid-air, and at the same time he could feel the butcher's nails on his head aching slightly.

He needed killing to ease all this... and the target was obviously Taylor's fortress, his, Kamaz's fortress.

Meanwhile, the Empire's bombardment was practically nonexistent to Angron. The projectiles struck the reinforced flesh and armor, causing only faint cracks that were repaired in an instant.

Compared to the pain of the Butcher's Nails, the artillery fire was nothing, and it only ignited Angron's blood.

The Primarch was only feeling those feelings now. He had been waiting for this day for so long since he was sealed away by the Grey Knights...

Until an Imperial engine skimmed the ground and blasted molten steel at Angron's feet.

The fire dissolved a third of the Daemon Primarch's right foot, nearly causing him to fall. Although the charred flesh quickly healed, Angron's rage could not be extinguished.

His angry roar, intense psychic energy and impact almost killed Roland, the boy who fired the gun. His eardrums were bleeding as if he had heard the sonic boom of a heavy artillery piece up close, and his eyeballs were frighteningly red.

Thanks to his quick retreat into Ferenstein, although he could no longer hear the voices and his vision was bright red, he saw Taylor and the girl Letlin giving him a thumbs-up.

This gesture is no longer used by anyone in the past 40 years, and only Taylor knows that it means praise.

Sister Lightlin applied hemostatic and analgesic drugs to Roland. Although the big man did not utter a sound of pain, the fact that he could not move showed the severity of his injuries.

"It's okay," said the Lightling girl. "He needs surgery, but it's not a serious injury. By Imperial standards, it's not even considered a serious injury, but he's no longer combat-ready..."

Then she said, "Boss, what on earth is that monster? What are we dealing with? A demon wouldn't do that! Just one look would turn Brother Roland into this!"

Taylor swallowed. "You should be able to guess. You've met Magnus... So, what do you think could fight Guilliman like that? He's that thing."

The girl, Leitlin, said incredulously, "He's a Primarch?"

She was now speaking incoherently. "Wait, wait, aren't there only nine Primarchs?"

The cultist girl said, "That's why I left the Empire. They never tell the truth..."

The Iron Warrior couldn't help but ask, "If there are only nine Primarchs, then how did I get here?"

The girl from Lightling's family was about to have her head burnt out, but Taylor immediately interrupted the topic.

"Some things don't need to be made public. Both of you shut up right now, or I'll throw you out even if you're allies!"

"If you think you can withstand Angron's attack, you may try!"

In an instant, the two Chaos lackeys quieted down.

They obeyed the Four Gods, but they also believed that an angry Primarch would not hesitate to chop them down.

Meanwhile, Angron's foot had almost recovered, and the demon ran forward quickly, his wings flapping, and he flew up in no time.

The speed was so fast that it was indescribable. In an instant, it closed the distance that Roland had paid for with his life!
Taylor said without hesitation, "Into the forest!"

Katie answered. "What if that guy loses us?"

Taylor said. "No, he can smell us and he won't stop until he's slaughtered us."

"Now, our only way out is to find Agnes's trap!"

"Either, kill a god or be killed by him!"

(End of this chapter)