Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 144 The Day I Fell from the Mountain
Warhound Corps, Resolute Determination.

Subspace travel is often extremely long and arduous.

Especially when an extremely urgent event occurs, such as "the Legion Primarch has appeared on planet XXX", the boring warp voyage that lasts for weeks or even a month seems exceptionally long.

Especially the planet named Nukelia, which was revealed in the intelligence, is located in the far east of the extreme star system.

During his long periods of leisure, Gale, the acting commander of the War Dog Legion, would often pace anxiously back and forth on the deck of the ship.

What kind of person is the Primarch of the Warhound Legion?

As a member of the Warhound Legion in the Great Crusade, he once tried to imagine the wonderful scene when he met the Primarch.

As the link between the genetic seed and the Primarch, the Primarch's influence on the Legion to which it belongs can be described as all-encompassing.

Legions with Primarchs are more powerful than those without.

Especially the ghoul legion that had previously fought alongside their warhound legion.

It is said that the Ninth Legion underwent a major change after encountering the Primarch.

Even the ghouls who were almost driven to madness, after meeting Sanguis, were said to have all become the Primarch's darlings.

hiss.
Gale, who had actually worked with those ghouls and witnessed their ferocity and savagery, shuddered.

That's a bit hard to imagine.

However, if the Primarch can fundamentally change a Legion, then what kind of person would the Primarch of their Warhound Legion be?
As the acting legion commander, he had imagined that his Primarch would be a worthy follower, a war master with both courage and wisdom—after all, the Warhounds had always been a well-trained and valiant legion.

The original owner must have been similar, probably a decent person.

Legion Commander Gale thought to himself.

However, after saying all this, whether or not we will encounter the Primarch in Nukelia remains to be seen.

The messages conveyed by the stars are actually quite outrageous.

If any member of another legion told him that the Primarch was on planet XXX, Gale would absolutely not believe it.

However, according to the apothecary Garan Sulak, who had studied with the Imperial Princes, and the rumors that had spread across almost half the universe, the Primarch's husband, Casgar Sherlock, possessed an almost perfectly accurate psionic prophetic ability.

Not only were they accurate, but the predictions were also extremely detailed!
Whatever he says is what he says; he doesn't use any mystical or fantastical elements like other prophets, nor does he employ narrative tricks or riddles.

If he says that Primarchs can be found on this planet called Nukelia, then he must be telling the truth.

"Mr. Legion Commander."

A sharp shout from behind interrupted his thoughts.

Navigator's Sanctuary.

The navigator, sitting alone within that eerie green aura, trembled slightly.

He sat in the center of the Navigator's Sanctuary, with pipes and data cables connecting his forehead and the third eye above it.

With its eyes tightly closed, its third eye meticulously searches the universe for every possible path.

"Navigator, you were looking for me?"

Gale caught up behind him and asked.

"Yes, Commander."

The navigator did not speak; the sound came from the sound array system under his seat.

"Our warp drive encountered tremendous resistance; something... didn't want us to get through."

"Ahead. A crimson warp storm shrouds our destination. The energy tides from the warp seem to be driven by some kind of intelligence."

"They envelop the galaxy called Nukelia, and if we try to reach it by force, we will only be torn apart by the raging warp storms."

"what?"

This is extremely disappointing.

Gale couldn't help but think that the Primarch was right in front of him, yet he couldn't get close. The feeling of being just a little bit away was not pleasant.

"Navigator, but I remember the previous message clearly stated that the subspace storm in Nukelia was weakening!"

The planet Nukelia and its star system were originally the territory of King Connor, Guilliman's adoptive father and one of the rulers of the Limitless Starfield.

However, due to a subspace storm decades ago, this place was gradually isolated and lost contact with the outside world.

As the ruler of the five hundred worlds, Guilliman also frequently cared about the lost planets shrouded in warp storms and kept a record of the intensity of the warp storms enveloping them.

Fortunately, as time went by, the originally raging warp storm gradually dissipated, and soon the connection between Altramar and Nukelia will be restored, allowing the Warhounds to enter and search for the secrets of the lost Primarch.

That was the original plan.

But it seems that a sudden, turbulent subspace storm has halted their plans to continue.

"No!"

"Don't come! I don't want to be part of your slaughter! We just need a way forward!"

"We can't get through! We can't possibly get through!"

The navigator's calm words suddenly turned into a painful and shrill cry.

A single, blood-red tear slowly rolled down from his third eye.

At that moment, the sound emanating from the sound array seemed to become extremely hoarse and distorted.

It was as if some strange magic had amplified the anger of everyone who heard those words.

“Crimson blood will forever soak Nukelia.”

"In endless time, in countless worlds."

"Only war."

Click.

The sound array system shattered, and blood flowed freely.

Nukaria.

The Desia Arena.

"But we have no way to defeat those slave hunters. Even if we escape, what good will it do?"

Faced with Angron's impassioned speech as he stood up, one of the gladiators, who was in despair, said helplessly.

The slave gladiators never gave up on escaping.

But to be precise, none of them, including Angron, succeeded.

But each and every tragic fate of the escaped slave gladiators numbed them, ultimately causing them to lose all desire to live.

The only time they came close to a successful escape was when they managed to kill the high-ranking knight with the help of the two angels sent from heaven.

Only with God's help could they have the opportunity to fight against those damned slave owners.

"What's the use of our own efforts? Aren't we still forever unable to resist those slave owners?"

"Rather than courting death, we should pray for a miracle—as long as they are there, everything will be alright."

"God, please save us!"

In the face of endless failures and torment, they had lost the last vestige of their fighting spirit.

Of the remaining shells, only the numb hope of being saved by others allows them to survive.

"Save yourself" is always a humble saying used by the strong.

For these gladiator slaves, the overwhelming power of their slave hunters robbed them of all courage to save themselves, leaving them only with the hope of being rescued by others.

"And this was the last hope for the ravaged gladiators."

The elderly Onomamus sighed, looked up at the sky, and sat down next to Angron.

"Angron, what will you choose?"

“We will die, but you can still live as their gladiator star after being nailed with the Butcher’s Nail.”

"Perhaps you don't need to revolt for us guys who have lost everything; you still have a future—"

"No!"

Anglong stubbornly denied it.

“They, those slave owners and high knights, have taken enough from me—family, friends, hope. I have lost them all.”

"If even your and my right to be angry are taken away by them, then I might as well die right now in this land of red sand!"

"I will never give up!"

His gaze was once again filled with fighting spirit as he turned and walked toward the steel fence that stood before all the gladiators.

Angron still has a lot to learn.

How to motivate people, how to learn from failures, and how to hone one's skills again and again while surrounded by slave owners.

But now, it's time to put everything into practice.

"Brothers! Let's charge out of here together!"

"If you firmly believe that only those two gods can save you—fine! I will no longer pretend; I am an angel and demigod just like them!"

With that, Angron opened his arms to the many slave gladiators.

The exceptionally large Angron did indeed bear some resemblance to the angel who descended from the sky.

Angron's uprising was successful.

Even he himself could hardly believe that everything had happened so easily.

After leading the gladiators who were willing to fight him to the last man, Angron did not choose to flee immediately—he knew that fleeing directly would be useless, and if the slave hunters were to come out again, they would repeat the same mistake as before.

We must find a way to improve our own combat effectiveness.

After a brief period of deliberation, Angron decided to join the gladiators who were fighting each other in the arena in launching a rebellion and lead them in resisting the attacks from the slave-hunting caravan.

Angron successfully attracted a large number of gladiators with his own appeal, and even his heroic fighting against the slave hunters made the bloodthirsty audience cheer for him.

But no matter how much he rallied the other gladiators, the vanguard that would ultimately face the slave hunters was none other than Angron himself.

He would not let his brothers and sisters who were willing to follow him go to their deaths.

Angron must lead by example and pave a path for them.

He once again faced the slave-catching team that had brought him countless pains.

Electric grid, anesthesia, nerve bundle whip.

One weapon after another struck Angron’s nerves.

It fell over.

"It's fallen! It's fallen!!"

Even with his immense power as the "Undefeated One," Angron, amidst the heavily surrounded slave-hunting team and suffering intense nerve pain from multiple doses of Nukelia's dark technology anesthesia, struggled to his knees.

(Although this wouldn't even be a tickle to other Primarchs)
Shaky.

Is he going to fail again?

The nightmare of the past has once again enveloped Angron.

A piercing rage enveloped Angron's mind and body.

He seemed to see himself being nailed to the butcher's nail, destined to become a hound for those high-ranking rulers, numbly pleasing his master by killing one kin after another.

Is this his fate, the inevitable destiny of a slave gladiator?

No.

Do not! !

He must not fall again!

"You self-righteous beasts!"

Roaring, Angron unleashed a fighting spirit far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Those two gods who descended from the sky may not have brought about any real change to Nukelia: even after killing a high-ranking knight, countless nobles still scrambled to become the new high-ranking knight.

They rescued Angron and the other gladiators, but the slave-catching team was still able to recapture them.

It seems that nothing has changed.

But Angron knew in his heart that some things, in his view, had undergone fundamental changes.

—He had hope.

Having witnessed the appearance of hope and freedom, I will no longer willingly become a slave trapped in a deep pit, struggling like a caged beast.

In those carefree days, I lay freely with my gladiator brothers and sisters in the jungle caves—though the comfort was not much different from where the slave gladiators slept.

But the day when we are no longer bound by rules, no longer at the beck and call of others, and no longer have to be subservient to others is just around the corner!

Angron, how could you fall at this time!

"He's getting up! Increase the dosage! Mechanical guards, get on board!"

Angron's roar echoed through the heavens.

The high-ranking knights' methods were equally cruel and deadly, as if the anesthetic and various poison needles and darts were being fired wildly towards Angron and the other gladiators.

Ultimately, through the gladiators' uprising and resistance, Angron successfully led the slaves, who had almost lost all hope of survival, to break through the blockade of the slave-catching team.

Once again, he led his hundreds of compatriots toward the deep mountains where they could hide their whereabouts.

“And in the surrounding city-states, there are also many gladiator brothers and sisters suffering from enslavement—” “Wait!”

Angron pointed to the distance, where two tiny points of light were flying towards them.

To be precise, it was one: the golden angel with wings on its back held the smaller demigod in purple-gold armor to its chest, so that they could fly together.

"Look! They're here! The gods haven't abandoned us!"

With cheerful steps, Angron and the others behind him hurried towards their destination.

"Angron? What's this all about?"

After the landing was finally completed, Casca asked the question in front of the angel.

In order to save time, he was carried in front of Saint Gilles and glided towards the direction of Desia.

However, Casca was also warned by the other party: do not tell anyone, especially the Holy Blood Angel, that he was carried away by Saint Gilles in order to hurry up.

If he didn't want to see the entire Angel Guard go crazy on the spot demanding hugs.

"It was I! It was I who led my brothers and sisters out of the encirclement of those noble lackeys, Casca!"

Despite being covered in wounds, Angron's face, smeared with mud and dust, finally broke into a joyful smile: "You have no idea how strong I've become!"

"I've taken down all those troublesome slave hunters before, and my strength is now second to none!"

Oh?
Upon hearing that Angron had become stronger, Kasgar was also curious: "That is indeed a good thing. Let's take the gladiators to hide in the jungle for a while, and we can have a match later."

"it is good!"

thump!
Angron fell to the ground again after being thrown by Casgar's back throw.

"Sigh! It seems there's still some distance to go."

"I'm lying on the ground looking up at the sky," Angron said helplessly.

He has indeed become stronger.

Not long ago, when he broke through the blockade of the slave-catching team, he unleashed his extraordinary power, which was unlike that of ordinary mortals.

But not much.

Angron's combat abilities have improved slightly, and he can now fight against an entire team of slave hunters by himself.

But it's still far from enough compared to the Primarch's strength, where an Angel alone can defeat an entire army.

Even compared to Kasgar, he's not quite up to par—Angron at the moment is only at the level of an ordinary Space Marine.

But it will probably take countless years to restore it to its original strength.

“But progress is a good thing, Angron.”

Casca reached out and pulled him up from the ground: "Have you figured out what to do next?"

“We have a plan.” Angron nodded and explained to Casca with great enthusiasm, “The last failure was because we lacked manpower and were only thinking about escaping without preparing for the upcoming slave hunters’ encirclement.”

"This time, we have laid an unimaginable number of traps and obstacles in the forest to protect the stronghold. At the same time, we are preparing to make contact with slaves in other city-states, plan a new slave uprising, and use this as a base to gradually expand outwards."

"good."

Without Butcher's Sting, Angron might indeed be weaker in combat.

However, a normal, disease-free brain is indeed rarer and more important to the original body!
"And what about you? Casca, how long can you and the angels stay in Nukelia?"

"I don't know, and we probably won't be able to get back anytime soon."

Casca frowned as he answered.

They were also trapped in Nukelia.

After being trapped in the Red Sand World by Kabanha for eight days and nights, Kasgar did not receive any communication from the outside world from Yrel.

"However, due to the obstruction of that strange, crimson, demon-shaped creature, we may not be able to help you immediately."

"I understand. But what kind of monsters are those?"

Angron jumped up from the ground with curiosity: "Many gladiators say that it is a duel between angels and demons, which means that the day of judgment for this world is coming soon!"

"That's not to be taken seriously."

Kaska smiled helplessly: "I'm not entirely sure why they're here, but it might be related to your presence."

"Be careful not to be tempted by them, and while you are working for your fellow gladiators, never let your heart be consumed by anger."

"I'll keep your teachings in mind."

Angron bowed in the direction of Casca.

"It just so happens that the slave hunters were scattered by you during this time, so the angel and I will leave for a while to look for some clues to solve the mystery."

"A clue to solving the mystery?" Angron asked, somewhat puzzled. "Friend, where are you going?"

"Snowy mountains."

Casca looked up at the snow-capped northern mountains of Nukelia.

"Unfortunately, we arrived in a hurry and didn't even have a vehicle. We landed on the ground using an airdrop pod."

"It would be great if we could get some more Rand assault boats or something."

"Stepping onto the snow-capped mountain that is covered in snow all year round," Casca said with a smile.

"But I sense that you don't think that way at all."

The angel reluctantly placed him on the ground.

However, all of these are just extras.

Even the most powerful anti-gravity backpacks and speedboats are no match for an angel's embrace.

"So, what are you here to investigate?"

"Where did Angron land originally?"

"Ah."

Casca nodded: "There are too many suspicious things about Nukelia."

"Not only this world, but also that alien that calls itself Kabanha—why is it only targeting us, while remaining completely untouched by the human souls that make up the majority of the population in this world?"

Hard to understand.

To demons, human souls are like delicious snacks (the most delicious being those of the Eldar), as they devour human souls while simultaneously strengthening themselves.

It's hard to understand why Kabanha, a subordinate of Khorne, the evil god who is most strict about KPIs, would simply let go of such an unsuspecting human soul.

"Hmmm, is it possible that it's carrying out some deeper plan?"

"I can't rule out that possibility, which is why I came here to look for clues."

With the cultivation pod, we can retrieve the records on it to find out what happened to Angron and analyze why the Eldar were able to land on the surface of Nukelia.

Why can't Yrel, who is also an Aidaling, do the same?

Even if Angron conquers the entire planet, it will be in vain if the threats of Kabanhar and Khorne are not eliminated.

Faced with a cunning enemy lurking in the shadows, Casgar must find a way to break the blockade.

"If Angron's description is correct, his landing site is not far ahead."

The Primarch's memory ability is still reliable.

Casca thought to himself.

"Right there—"

Casca pointed to a patch of land where a huge pit had been carved into the rock.

"Let's see if those people actually have—"

The culture chamber remains in place.

As Casca reached out to sweep away the snow, it touched some hard, foreign object.

"Perhaps the location where Angron appeared was strange, or perhaps they thought it was just junk, so they gave up on taking the incubation chamber with them."

As he spoke, Casca slowly removed the shattered metal culture chamber, now only half intact, from the frozen ground.

"Do you know what my biggest question is, angel?"

"What is it?"

"Age. Anglon is a bit too young."

Casca frowned as he answered.

Back then, when a violent warp storm swept through the underground base of Terra Palace, sweeping all the Primarchs into different planets, all the Primarchs were on the same starting line.

"Among them, some woke up quickly, like Horus."

"Of course, some will remain dormant for a long time, until they awaken at the right time and gradually grow into a powerful being."

But—Angron's situation is rather strange.

"If I remember correctly, the slave-catching team that found Angron found him on the summit of the northern mountains."

He was found shortly after his fall and carried out a counterattack against the Eldar who came to hunt him down.

"Time?"

The angel seemed to be deep in thought.

The exact time of the separation is not clear, but based on Horus's experience, it was around the 700th year of the 30th millennium.

Now it is the end of the thirtieth millennium, and nearly two hundred years have passed since the day it fell!
Horus was busy with the Great Crusade, fighting in the east and west, teaching Primarch students, and racking up battle achievements so much that he was almost a Warmaster, while Angron had just come of age!
"If the timeline is correct, Angron couldn't possibly be just a gladiator who had recently come of age."

"He is not a soldier, but a veteran who has been tempered on the battlefield for countless years."

Even the Mortalians organized a rebellion across the entire planet of Barbarus during this period.

The Primarchs who have recently returned are all of high status. They have gained more experience and fought more battles on their homeworld, and often achieved good results.

But Angron is different.

"If it were just a matter of returning late, it wouldn't be a big deal, but a Primarch cannot simultaneously possess the three characteristics of waking up early, returning late, and being young."

Where did all those years go in the middle of the planet Nukelia?

"I'll try accessing the data equipment in the incubation chamber. If its functions are similar to those in the Fugrim incubation chamber, it might even contain records of the crash."

Casca took out the broken petri dish from his hand, and the small Thinker array in his hand had already completed docking.

As a high-achieving student who studied at a large foundry in the Ural Mountains, Casca's technical knowledge is no less than that of those Martian students.

"Any results yet?"

Although the angel is a perfect Primarch, her talent in the fields of apothecary or technical sergeant is not particularly outstanding.

The word "perfect" is more often used to refer to a morally "perfect" person.

Of course, there's also the appearance.

"Yes. If I'm not mistaken, the next video is from when the incubation pod crashed."

Kasgar slowly said, "Not only that, there are actually many other doubts—the slave-catching team said they only found Angron at the time."

However, according to other sources, Angron seems to have encountered Eldar interference after landing.

"Wait, how do you know what the slave-catching team said at the time?"

"Uh"

Oh no, I've been a bit too talkative.

[Angron - The Slave of Nukelia, Section Two, Chapter Ten]

This is the answer, but Casca cannot say it.

"Let's watch the video first."

He chose to change the subject.

The image appeared in the portable Thinker array in Casca's hand.

Spinning from the endless heights of the sky, falling
With a loud explosion, it made contact with the ground and pierced through the rock.

The peaceful wait did not last long.

Why was Angron not an infant when he was first born, but the size of a child who was ready to fight?
Kasga stared intently at the screen, trying to find the key to the problem.

Moved.

It wasn't a cultivation chamber, nor were they Eldar coming to kill Angron.

But time.

The numbers in the upper right corner, which symbolize the recording of time, began to shake and change wildly.

The time records for Terra Standard Time range from 1 to 60, and then to 61, from 24 to 31, and then to 64.

The numbers kept getting bigger and bigger, until they filled the entire screen and wouldn't stop.

888'88''88!

click!
Crimson light engulfed the entire screen, the Thinker array shattered, and crimson blood flowed from the broken pieces.

damn it!
"Sure enough! I knew it!"

"Something has been sabotaging us from the very beginning!"

(End of this chapter)