Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 146 The Man Who Makes God Bleed
"To be precise, our current situation is no different from that in the Red Sand World."

"Although everything that the action encounters seems to be logical and can be considered as real behavior that happens around us."

But in reality, Nukelia is a demonic lair capable of being arbitrarily altered by warp gods.
Is everything that happens on this planet really as real as we perceive it to be?
The angel continued to listen attentively.

In the thirtieth millennium, almost everyone's knowledge of the subspace is still quite limited.

The words of Kasgar will largely inspire future Primarchs in their strategies for dealing with these bizarre warp aliens.

"It's not just the humans on Nukelia who have problems."

"Even the weakness of Angron's true strength. All of this seems to be confined to a certain range, with everything developing according to the demands of that damned alien false god."

Nukelia, the city of Desia.

The blazing sun shines high in the sky.

The notoriously harsh red sand was filled with billowing heat, distorting the scenery before everyone's eyes.

The creaking carriage finally came to a stop. As the capital and largest port city of Nukaria, it is famous for its endless red sand beaches.

Even before these men brought Angron and the other gladiators here, several crosses of agony had already been erected high, and the cables prepared for these rebellious gladiators swayed in the midday sun.

“Angron, Angron.”

"Look at yourself! In your rebellion against the great high knight, what have you gained besides death?"

The silver metal [Eye of the Maggot] reappeared around him, just as it had when he was first pushed into the arena, filled with a tone of ostentation and disdain.

For their own safety, high-ranking knights would not even face a ferocious beast like Angron directly.

Even if the other party is currently bound hand and foot in a prison van, there is no need for this.

"Coward, either show me your true colors or get out!"

Angron struggled against his restraints and spat at the disgusting and evil creature in the sky.

Disgusting stuff.

No matter how many times Angron killed high-ranking knights in previous uprisings, there would always be those who desperately wanted to become high-ranking knights and take that position.

Every single one of them was disgusting.

It's like a giant monster spawner has been installed here. Whenever Angron kills a high-ranking knight, another almost identical guy takes his place, and the slave-catching teams continue to search for gladiator slaves.

Nothing has changed.

While Angron's forces achieved several victories against Nukelia's encirclement and attracted a large number of escaped slave gladiators with their powerful appeal.

But as the ranks grew, more and more divisions arose within the ranks—some gladiators wanted to settle for whatever came their way, some wanted to make peace with the city-state rulers, while those who wanted to fight the high knights to the bitter end each had their own targets of hatred to conquer first.

The countless voices and differing opinions tore them apart, ultimately leading to the defeat of Angron and his gladiators.

"Don't worry, someone will come to see you."

The Eye of the Maggot seemed to be mocking Angron's plight, yet its tone carried a hint of envy: "We will soon be able to welcome the arrival of that great leader."

"What commander?" Angron shouted in dissatisfaction. "What kind of bullshit commander is there above high-ranking knights?"

The maggot's eye did not answer, but simply stared silently into his eyes, which were filled with rage.

"Who is this governor? Why have I never heard of such a thing before?"

Angron asked Onomamus, who was also locked in a prison cart, with a puzzled look.

"Hasn't the governor always existed, Angron?"

The other party seemed quite surprised as well.

"It's just that he was leading his army to conquer other regions before, and wasn't in Desia."

"Don't you know who the consul is?"

I don't know, or to be precise, I've never heard of it.

But Anglo, as the Primarch, was certain of his memory and had never heard of any Archon existing in Nukelia.

But Onomamus, who was standing next to him, seemed to believe it without a doubt.

How weird.

The scorching sun was still baking the earth from the sky.

For a planet with thirty-one standard Terra hours in a day, the scorching sun of Nukelia seems particularly unbearable.

"The Grand Consul is coming soon, Angron."

"If you could even look at Him with a second glance, your dog-like life would be worthwhile."

In the distance, amidst the bustling crowds, on the almost indistinct red sand coast, one—no, eight—steel warships laden with cannons were sailing toward the red sand coast of Desia.

That is
As the warship gradually approached the shore, Angron was able to see the face of the governor standing atop the warship, as the Eye of the Maggot had described—

He wasn't particularly tall, but he had a deep nose, high eyes, and sharp gaze.

He wore a brass crown on his head, and his brass plate armor outlined his muscular physique. As he stepped off the warship, his scarlet battle robe fluttered in the wind.

Although they may not be visually appealing, they inspire a genuine and heartfelt desire to follow them.

It felt as if one could entrust their entire life and fortune to him and fight alongside him to conquer the world.

"Sir, he's right here, please—"

The maggot's eye greeted it in an extremely obsequious manner.

This was the first time Angron had ever seen a high-ranking knight display such a subservient attitude.

Guided by the Eye of the Maggot, the governor walked to the bottom of the prison cart where Angron was located.

"Hello, Anglong."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if he hadn't used his vocal cords in a long time.

But it also seems to possess some kind of magic, making people willingly follow it, conquering east and west.

His gaze swept over Angron without any attempt to conceal it, as if he were inspecting some gratifying trophy.

“Angron, your bravery has earned my favor.”

He smiled and praised, "Your wisdom and your anger are equally fierce, I must admit. My army always welcomes a warrior like you to join us."

"Who are you anyway?"

Angron did not answer the question, but stared intently at the other person, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

"Great conqueror, emperor, you are worthy of your loyalty."

"Join us, and a world of greater possibilities and riches await your conquest. Only then will you realize how ridiculous your stubborn and foolish ideas were."

He said so.

“I don’t know you. There has never been a governor in Nukelia, and there won’t be any high-ranking knights in the future.”

"I have always been a free man. If you want me to work for slave owners..."

Although the governor spoke nicely, his true nature of wanting Angron to serve him remained unchanged.

Angron, however, would never associate with slave owners!

Seeing that Anglon refused, the governor was not angry at all; on the contrary, he even had a look of delight on his face.

He's a tough guy.

“I do not wish to use Butcher’s Nail on you. You have already proven your wisdom in battle against the high knights. I need a brave and resourceful warrior more than a foolish beast.”

"Not only will your gladiator brothers and sisters be released, but you yourself will also regain your freedom and volunteer to fight under my command, leading eight legions to defeat enemies on all sides."

"But if you remain obstinate, in the end the butcher's nail will forever be a prison of your anger."

"You will kill the person you care about most in a daze. You will become a beast that knows only anger, my most loyal war hound, to tear apart anything that dares to stand in your way."

The governor glanced at him: "Angron, don't disappoint me."

A vicious scheme, but it was effective.

They brought up the gladiators, who were of Angron's greatest importance, as bargaining chips.

At the same time, he used the Butcher's Nail to completely block his escape route.

Even if Angron were to die, he couldn't achieve it; this was the best effect the governor wanted to achieve.

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Angron hesitated.

His gaze fell upon the elderly gladiator Onomamus beside him.

As Angron's long-time teacher and pillar of support, at this moment, all that remained in his gaze towards Angron was guilt.

"Angron, I'm sorry."

"Onomamus?"

"We've dragged you down."

He and the other gladiators, as Angron's family, have always been an indispensable soft spot in his heart.

As long as they are still around, even if Angron has the Butcher's Nail in his head, he will still be able to maintain a considerable degree of clarity.

"Why do you say that, Onomamus?"

Anglong responded with a smile: "I never said I intended to give up."

"I will rescue you again, no matter whether we face a high-ranking knight or an archon next."

"I will lead you all to regain your freedom!"

As he spoke, the layers of shackles imposed on Angron shattered instantly. Almost in an instant, Angron broke free and swung the shattered metal strips in his hand, hacking down at the governor's head.

It's now!

Angron had been waiting for this moment, the moment when he could wield his axe against the supreme ruler.

His final act of revenge.

Even the Butcher's Nail and death can never stop Angron's desire to break free from all shackles!

But his final blow failed to work.

"This"

With a heavy thud, Angron stared in disbelief at what was happening before him, unable to utter a sound.

"Surprised, Angron?"

The governor said this with a hint of sarcasm.

It wasn't him who was able to stop Angron's sneak attack. If it had been the governor who had taken it down with his own strength, Angron might have felt better.

But reality is often more bizarre and more unexpected than Anglon anticipated.

It was the slaves who stopped the assassination attempt on the consul.

To be precise, it refers to the gladiators whom Angron considered family.

They stood before Anglon, their eyes filled with mocking smiles, surrounding the governor behind them.

At the same time, in the sky above Nukelia.

"Desia is right ahead! Angron and the others are being held captive on that other side of the red sand beach, I can see them!"

Kaska pointed happily to the red beach in the distance.

There, he saw Angron about to be judged on the red sand.

Not only that, Casgar also seemed to see a person standing in front of Angron's enormous prison wagon.

A person wearing brass-colored armor.

hiss--

In that instant, Kasga felt his heartbeat accelerate to an unimaginable speed, and then instantly return to normal.

Then, an indescribable anger and hatred filled Casca's heart.

(Stress)
“I saw it too, Angron doesn’t seem to be in very good condition.”

"We need to hurry."

The angel replied, "And what do you mean by that play you mentioned?"

"Alright then, angel, let's get straight to the point."

"There are no humans left on this planet."

As a planet that was once submerged in the warp and is now being dragged back into the warp, everything on Nukelia is beyond human comprehension.

Even humans are not actually humans in the traditional sense.

Instead, they are a group of half-demon creatures with human souls.

Why did the Emperor only teleport Angron out in the original story, and ignore the seemingly reasonable request to "rescue my brothers and sisters as well"?

Because it's all fake.

Angron's brothers and sisters never existed in the real world; they were...
But how could the Emperor explain this? As the propagator of the Empire's truth, could he tell Angron that a demon called Khorne exists in the world, and that his brothers and sisters are merely a pawn in His grand scheme, and that they don't actually exist?

They're all just imaginary friends!

Upon hearing this, Angron would probably activate Butcher's Nail on the spot.

So the emperor used his traditional skill—

It was left unresolved.

I'll kick you straight into the flagship of the War Dogs, and let you have your chat.

"You can probably think of it as a kind of alien with assimilation capabilities, capable of assimilating humans into alien creatures of the same kind, which is extremely dangerous."

The angels had encountered this type of assimilation alien before during the Great Crusade, so they were naturally not surprised.

Since everything on this planet is controlled by Khorne, he manipulates a group of Khorne's loyal followers as role-playing members. Their communication with Angron is often purposeful, in order to lead him into a deeper abyss.

Rather than being a natural evolution on the planet, it is more like part of some kind of "great game".

Everything they did on Nukelia was merely to complement the young Anglon in performing a carefully prepared play.

"What's that? A Casca?"

"What exactly is this play you're referring to?"

The story of rebellion that once took place on Holy Terra.

Its name is——

Spartacus

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Why did you stop me when I was killing the slave owner?! Why?!"

Angron could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes.

Those who stayed by his side through the darkest times, those gladiator brothers and sisters who sustained him through their blood, would one day turn against him with swords!
All for the sake of a damned slave owner's head!

"Want to know why, Angron?"

The consul seemed to be enjoying the pain he was suffering from betrayal: "For all the pain you have endured, all the struggles you have had, are just part of a great game."

"Your escape from Desia, the establishment of your base, the incorporation of your personnel, and your counterattack are all under our control."

“You have never been free, Angron.”

"Do not!!!"

Unable to accept this, Angron unleashed a power previously unimaginable, shoving aside his brothers and sisters who surrounded him in a fit of rage. "I'll kill you!!!"

He raised his arms high, and even his teeth aimed at a soft spot on the other man's face, using every means of attack he could muster to harm the governor.

But the other party only gave a look.

An invisible pressure descended upon Angron in an instant, slamming him to the ground from his leap.

At the same time, countless streams of red light, flowing like liquid, coiled around him, imprisoning him in place, unable to break free.

"Accept your fate, Angron."

The consul spoke again, but this time his voice had changed.

It was as if they were speaking in the most brutal yet glorious accent of warriors, in a desolate wilderness that had been conquered for countless years.

You will always be my
Blood God

Lord of the Skull

The King of Brass

"Slaves."

Along with the word "I," countless names for "I" followed, filling Angron's mind in an instant.

It angered him and made him impulsive.

"You want to tear those traitors to shreds, don't you?"

"You possess this power, and you possess this strength. Believe me, as long as you—"

"Ugh, annoying little flies."

Halfway through his speech, the governor suddenly looked up at the horizon.

"Something that won't leave you alone"

He watched as the angels and Casca rushed toward him from the horizon.

He decided to stop playing house.

The consul disappeared from the spot.

Instead, there was a huge phantom sitting on a brass throne.

All the people, the cages, and everything else on the red sand beach vanished as if they had never existed, leaving only the red sand.

And fire and blood.

"Damn it!"

Before it could make an emergency landing, Casca's gaze met that of the enormous red phantom.

At a glance.

With just one glance, unimaginable fear and a desire to retreat began to sprout in Casca's heart.

That was an extremely powerful opponent, far beyond what Casca could handle at present!
run?
I can't even run!
A weakling like Kaska only deserves to grovel before Him—

wrong!

Almost the instant he was about to kneel beneath the red sand, Casca braced himself with his hands to keep from falling, and forced himself to slowly stand up again under the other's gaze.

The thing Casca feared most has happened.

If Nukelia is dragged into the Brass Realm, then the most powerful enemy they may face is not just that foolish demon Kabanha.

But it is something far more terrifying—Khorne himself.

This shameless red dog-headed man actually got involved and started beating up kids!
It's okay, Casca, you can do it.
If even an old Chinese medicine doctor can look directly at Slaanesh, then you can probably fight Khorne too.

Yes, they can fight.
Snapped!
An increasingly powerful pressure, as if composed of the cries of countless wronged souls and the innocent dead, fell upon Casca.

Even before Kaska could even glance at the other party, the radiance of the red phantom was enough to make him breathless.

Angel!

By the way, how is the angel doing now?!
As one of Khorne's most favored Primarchs, the opponent certainly wouldn't let go of the opportunity to draw such an absolute SSR.

Casca glanced with difficulty at the person beside him.

The angel didn't seem to be feeling well either.

She was struggling to stay upright, using the spear in her hand for support.

"No centaur gold ring, no centaur gold ring."

What she said made Casca's heart sink even further.

Compared to his subordinate high demons, Khorne himself occupied the entire brain capacity of the Khorne army (40K does not have Valkyrie).

His targeted approach seemed to have truly grasped the knot in the angel's heart, and appeared remarkably effective.

If this is not stopped, it is very likely that—

hiss.
Almost simultaneously, the red light from Khorne enveloped Kasgar's entire body once again.

An unspeakable anger and a desire for the glory of victory filled Casca's heart after the previous fear and timidity had subsided.

Even if he wanted to get rid of this chaotic evil corruption, the absolute influence exerted by the evil god himself was something that a mere space marine could not escape.

Kasgar even felt that his perception was changing.
Slaughter. That's right, slaughter, which is about to become his latest hobby.

In the realm of the Blood God, three carefully chosen spoils of war by Khorne are receiving the blessing of the gods.

Soon, in the High Heavens where time has no concept, he will have two incredibly powerful Primarchs and a rising Chosen Champion.

He was very satisfied with this result.

soon.

For example, the region where Angron is located.

After experiencing the betrayal orchestrated by Khorne, Angron lost all reason to live.

His entire life, including his experiences, his friends, and his enemies, was a pawn manipulated at will by Khorne.

Everything is an illusion.

Only anger is eternal.

As for what Angron himself thinks, nobody cares.

He's just a useful tool, no matter where he is.

Nobody cares about a defeated gladiator slave, nobody.

But there was another "person" standing right next to Angron.

Gladiator Onomamus.

For some reason, he did not follow God's will to prepare the most thrilling betrayal for Angron.

As Angron's mentor and half-father since his youth, Onomamus' betrayal could absolutely drive him into an uncontrollable and absolute madness.

He did not do that.

This is not normal for a loyal servant of Khorne.

【Angron】

It tried calling out to the other, but received no response.

Of course, there was no response.

He could almost see countless steel cables emerging from the void above Angron's head, gradually solidifying from the illusory as the influence of the Blood God took hold.

In any case, this Butcher's Nail will forever remain Angron's prison.

In the future, he will serve as the Blood God's most loyal servant, fighting for him on the battlefield and eliminating all of the Blood God's enemies.

Just as the Blood God said.

Angron has never been free.

And no one ever cared about him.

It is merely a pawn that all parties are desperately vying for, a game between the god of cowardice and the god of blood.

Onomamus could no longer bear to see the miserable state of Angron.

Is it because he has played the role of a human for so long that he has become like a human and feels sorry for what happened to Angron?

Or perhaps it's guilt?
Onomamus didn't know.

He only knows one thing.

[Angron, you may not hear these words, but I still want to say them to you]

Perhaps there are some things that he has to do.

Onomamus took a step forward, bone spurs protruded, his face deformed, and muscles bulged.

Perhaps you've encountered many illusions in your life, and met many untrustworthy people.

But this doesn't mean that all your struggles and resistance, or your life, are meaningless.

Next, Onomamus's entire body turned red, his huge demon wings spread out from his back, and his figure was enlarged once again.

The appearance of a bloodthirsty madman covered his body, and he held a huge axe in both hands.

He kept walking forward.

I, Onomamus, have always been your friend, brother, and teacher, and I will always support you.

If you can truly break free from your shackles and become a human being no longer enslaved...

Then go and embrace and enjoy your hard-won freedom, Angron.

I'm sorry.

"Blood God!!!"

"Look at me!!!"

At that very moment, Onomamus roared and launched his final charge toward the great and unchallenged Lord of the Skull.

Blood churned and flames burned.

Like the most raging tsunami, it raged from the endless subspace.

It worked.

Even though Khorne was still somewhat caught off guard, Onomamus seemed much more glorious than Skabrand, who had launched a sneak attack.

A new crack has appeared on the brass armor that was already damaged by Skabrand's sneak attack.

The crimson blood flowed slowly down, meeting the Blood God's long-absent surprise.

Khorne, he bled.

In Onomamus' final strike, perhaps this bloodthirsty madman wasn't called that, but he was willing to become Onomamus, launching a near-fatal attack on his blood god master for the sake of Angron.

A courageous, loyal, and righteous warrior.

He is a warrior worthy of our full effort, worthy of our glorious death!
it is good! ! !
The sea of ​​blood in the warp surged once more, even more violently than before.

Great! Awesome!!!

I haven't been this excited in a long time.

Not only did they get the card they wanted most, they also encountered warriors in the realm who dared to challenge them head-on!
Khorne admired its rebellion, and therefore, would surely grant it the most glorious death.

Crushed into absolute ashes by the greatest power of Khorne.

Unable to be reborn, unable to be restored.

Under the full force of the Blood God's attack, Naonomamus vanished from all of time and space, and everything about it was completely erased.

Roars from all directions resounded throughout the entire domain.

They were celebrating yet another resounding victory for Khorne.

Of course, when He, having accomplished all this, once again cast a glance from His brass throne toward the corrupting Primarch, He seemed to see something different.

Before Angron, who was kneeling on the ground, several teardrops seemed to appear on his body covered by the pool of blood.

what is that?
Tears?
How could a furious warrior of the Blood God shed tears for a bloodthirsty madman who deceived him?
It was truly a magical sight.

But soon, when the Butcher's Nail has completely covered his brain and can never be removed, everything will be settled.

At that time, Angron will only exist as his most loyal servant.

What happened in the Blood God's Domain just now was merely a minor incident.

The corruption of the two Primarchs and one Space Marine will remain unaffected, continuing its irreversible transformation toward becoming the property of Khorne.

Even Khorne's all-out attack just now must have consumed some energy.

But in a subspace where even time and space dimensions don't exist, who could seize this subtle opportunity?

Stupid!
Within Casca's body, an orange-red crystal gradually emerged.

In fact, Khorne wasn't the only one who liked to play big games.

Even Brother Mao will hit you hard on the head with a stick when you're not paying attention, Waaaaagh!

Basically, all the subspace deities that have appeared have been fond of playing grand games.

even?

Even Asuyan.

From Kor'Shak's fall to their encounter with Kasgar, from their meeting to the battle and the display of the artifact, and then to Kasgar bringing the artifact into Khorne's Brass Fortress.

Everything was within Asuyan's plan.

After the orange-red crystal flew out of Kaska's body, an equally tall but more ethereal figure appeared inside the Khorne's brass fortress, confronting it from a distance.

Golden armor and a mask obscuring his face covered his entire body, while golden-red flames burned, instantly reducing any daring Khorne demon that dared to approach to ashes.

He said nothing, but simply sent down the flames in his hand to the three people trapped in their shackles.

The flames, carrying a hint of pain, scorched them, banishing all the corruption from the evil god.

Under the protection of the Phoenix King, no evil spirits can harm other living beings.

Even if they are not of the Spirit Race?
Even if they are not of the Spirit Race.

"Since you are already dead, why continue to cling to the past?"

Even though he knew in his heart that Asuyan had been dead for a long time, the Blood God still seemed to have some fear of the phantom in front of him.

"The future world will surely fall into our hands, so why are you so stubbornly deluded?"

Faced with Khorne's battle cries that could drive anyone who heard them mad, the lingering image of Asuyan opposite Him did not answer, but instead continued to scorch the brass fortress with flames.

The golden-red glow shone even brighter under the reflection of the flames.

Under the influence of the flames, Casca, finally freed from its restraints, looked to both sides.

He looked at the angel who was holding a spear and ready for battle.

And there was Angron, silent, with two lines of bloody tears streaming down his face.

Kasgar could sense that extreme anger.

Angron, for Onomamus.

Let's launch an attack on Khorne!

(End of this chapter)