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No words needed.

They could both feel the surging power and boundless fighting spirit within each other!

The Angron before me is no longer the Primarch who had just ascended to the Primarch and whose power was still unstable, as recorded in history.

Having endured the baptism of ten thousand years of bloody battles, he fought and grew stronger in the realm of Khorne!

His power far surpasses what it once was!

"For the war!!!" Angron roared, a sound that seemed to tear the soul apart!

His massive body transformed into a blood-red afterimage, his chainsaw axes whipping up a storm of blood and gore as he charged straight at Aatrox!

Aatrox and Sion showed no weakness!

"War!" Their battle cry was equally ferocious!

Then the Great Annihilation began! Aatrox unfurled his enormous frost wings, and at that moment, he looked even more like a demon than Angrom charging toward him.

Then they charged in recklessly!

His massive body, forged from steel and flesh, was instantly enveloped in dark red energy, like a runaway siege beast, crashing headlong into Angron!

boom! ! !

Two destructive forces collided violently without any skill!

The deafening roar seemed to tear the sky apart!

A terrifying energy shockwave spread wildly in a ring from the point of impact!

The ground cracked and collapsed instantly!

Those weaker Devourers who were too close were instantly blown away and torn to pieces!

Smoke and dust filled the battlefield.

A moment later, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, revealing the two ferocious figures in the center.

Their fighting involved no skill whatsoever, only the most primal and pure violence!

Angron's chainsaw axe whistled as it slashed down hard at Aatrox's shoulder!

Sparks fly!

Metal Twisted!

Aatrox, however, seemed completely oblivious and made no attempt to block!

With the same ruthless force, the crimson greatsword in his hand pierced straight toward Angron's chest!

puff!

The greatsword easily tore through the Demon Primarch's tough skin and muscles, sinking deep inside!

At the same time, the chainsaw axe violently sliced ​​through the armor and flesh of Aatrox's shoulder!

Large amounts of blood gushed out of their wounds like a fountain!

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning.

But the two monsters in the arena seemed to feel no pain whatsoever!

Wound! Blood!

This, on the contrary, acted as fuel, instantly igniting the deepest rage and excitement within them!

They chopped even more vigorously!

Roaring and howling, he plunged his weapon even deeper into the other's body!

This scene doesn't resemble a war taking place in the material universe at all; rather, it looks more like two demons fighting in Khorne's arena.

Both of them have extremely strong recovery abilities.

As the weapon was pulled out, before the new wound could be torn open, the old wound had already healed most of its length.

They make no defense, as if defense is a sign of weakness.

In their eyes, there is only offense, destruction, and pure violence that trades wounds for wounds.

Angron's chainsaw axe tore through the air with a piercing roar as it slammed into Aatrox's waist.

Aatrox didn't care at all.

He possessed the body of Sion, and an excited tremor ran through him.

Then, Aatrox's greatsword, like a streak of blood-red lightning, pierced Angron's thigh with a backhand strike.

*Pfft!* The Primarch's skin, as tough as an ancient rock, was easily pierced.

Muscle fibers were shredded, and crimson demon blood gushed forth.

The blood of the host modified by Sion was also spilled.

Two completely different types of blood intertwined in the air, only to be torn apart by the violent airflow.

Angron swung his other chainsaw axe, nearly severing Aatrox in half.

Aatrox neither dodged nor evaded, but instead swung his greatsword upwards, leaving a deep, horrific gash on Angron's chest that revealed the bone.

Sparks flew, and the sound of bones grinding together was teeth-grinding.

Pain? It doesn't exist!

Injuries? I don't care!

Blood, like strong liquor, fueled their frenzied fighting spirit.

cut!

kill!

destroy!

They roared and howled, their weapons piercing each other's bodies time and again, only to be brutally pulled out.

The chainsaw axe severed the arm, the greatsword split the skull.

Then their wounds began to throb, and in an instant, flesh and blood regenerated, and bones were restored.

Their battle seemed endless, and the two of them were getting more and more excited.

They hacked and slashed with unrestrained abandon, turning the battlefield into a bloody mess.

The earth beneath my feet was groaning, covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The shockwave of energy leveled everything around it.

The battle lasted for several hours.

Finally, after a violent collision, the two separated.

The weapon was pulled out of the other person's body.

They stood facing each other, panting heavily, but there were no fatal wounds on their bodies.

Only the ever-rising crimson steam testified to the ferocity of the battle that had just taken place.

At this moment, the blood flowing through their veins may no longer be their own, but rather the other's.

It is a mixture of chaotic energy and darkin magic.

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Aatrox's crimson gaze swept across the battlefield; his Darkin comrades were incredibly efficient in their fighting.

The demonic legions and corrupted world-devourers brought by Angron were almost completely slaughtered.

Only sporadic resistance remains, which will soon be completely overwhelmed.

Aatrox felt that was enough; the warm-up should end.

The indomitable soul of the body he possessed, that of Sion, also conveyed the same desire—the end!

Angron was completely unaware of what was happening around him.

The Butcher's Nail screamed wildly in his mind, its sound drowning out everything else.

His world consisted only of his opponent and the thrill of battle.

What does his subordinates' defeat have to do with him!

As long as we can keep fighting! Fight until the world turns dark!

He paused briefly, gathering his strength, preparing to pounce once more on the opponent who had given him such pleasure.

However, Aatrox was no longer willing to play along.

With a slight thought, the interface for exchanging the power of faith quietly opened.

An ability that had been acquired long ago and was specifically designed to counter these undead monsters was activated.

The entry "[Severe Wounds]" has been activated. Its effect is to reduce the target's recovery ability by 90%.

Aatrox had already upgraded it to the maximum level.

An invisible force instantly clung to the giant sword in his hand.

Just as Angron and Aatrox clashed again, Angron slashed fiercely at his opponent.

As Aatrox pulled the greatsword out of Angron's body, he suddenly froze. Something was wrong!

The wounds on his body that had just been cut were no longer healing as quickly as before.

The flesh and blood were moving much slower than before!

The edges of the wound seemed to be covered with a layer of eerie green, lifeless energy, stubbornly preventing his body from healing.

What happened? Angron instinctively tore off that piece of unhealable flesh.

However, the new wounds are still healing extremely slowly.

A strange feeling emerged from the depths of his consciousness, which was filled with anger.

That was...panic? The blessing of chaos had failed?