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No! Impossible! He's the champion of Khorne!

As the number of wounds on his body that were difficult to heal increased, fear began to penetrate the paralysis caused by the Butcher's Nails.

Finally, something outside of battle squeezed into Angron's mind.

Danger! Deadly danger! He was terrified.

For the first time in tens of thousands of years, pure fear overwhelmed boundless rage.

Escape! We must escape!

He whirled around, trying to tear open the portal and escape back into the warp.

However, what he saw were several pairs of eyes that also exuded a terrifying aura.

Kayn, or rather, the more powerful being within him, Rhaast, wielding a massive Darkin scythe, blocked his retreat.

Varus drew his Darkin bow, the arrows imbued with annihilating energy, locked onto his head from afar.

Nayafili, the Dark One who appeared to be composed of hounds, silently blocked off another direction with her "pack of dogs."

The same cruelty gleamed in the eyes of every hunting dog.

His escape route has been completely blocked; he is now a caged beast!

Angron's blood-red eyes swept across the encirclement; the pack of dogs looked the weakest!

You are the one!

He roared, unleashing his power, and slammed into Nayafili's direction.

Just get to that place!

However, when his chainsaw axe struck one of the hounds...

The hound nimbly dodged, simultaneously biting his leg, sending a tearing, excruciating pain through the wound.

What made him even more desperate was that this wound also could not heal!

Nayafili is far stronger than he imagined!

The encirclement tightened, and despair, like an icy tide, overwhelmed Angron; all his resistance was futile.

Aatrox charged forward again.

This time, his sword was no longer swung randomly, but cut precisely.

Sever the arm and split the leg bone.

Every attack leaves behind irreparable wounds.

Other Darkin also joined the hunt.

Rhaast's scythe was like the pendulum of death, Verus's arrows were cursed, and Naafiri's pack of hounds tore at the demon's flesh.

Angron was utterly annihilated.

Finally, only a head remained, studded with butcher's nails, roaring in fury.

Aatrox grabbed the head.

On Angron's狰狞 face, only pure anger and resentment remained.

Aatrox casually opened a spatial rift and tossed Angron's head into it as if it were trash.

Angron's head passed through the portal and rolled a few times on the cold ground.

Finally, it crashed into a pair of rune-covered power boots and came to a stop.

"Coward! Scum!"

Angron's remaining head roared loudly, his anger churning in his mind like tangible magma.

They actually ganged up on us! Those guys don't deserve to be called warriors!

They have no honor whatsoever!

He selectively forgot the embarrassing moment when he turned around and tried to run away.

Pure rage nearly burst the last bone in his skull.

The rolling stopped, and the auras of the Darkin that he hated and feared disappeared.

Instead, there were several familiar yet twisted and desperate subspace energies.

This feeling...is it his brothers?

He struggled to use his jaw muscles, pressing his scarred tongue against the rough ground.

His head, like a heavy stone, turned at an extremely difficult angle.

After persistent efforts, his gaze was able to rise.

The first thing that catches the eye is the scarlet armor and that one-eyed man—Magnus.

Beside him stood a figure clad in decaying gray power armor, exuding a nauseating plague stench—it was Mortarion.

There was another figure, dressed in dark armor covered with blasphemous scriptures, surrounded by a false aura—this was Luo Jia.

His head was resting at Magnus's feet.

“Magnus!” Angron cried hoarsely, desperately grasping at this straw.

"Quick! Pick up my head!"

"I need to see what's going on!"

Magnus's enormous figure remained motionless; the momentary silence felt like an eternal torment.

Finally, just as Angron was about to lose his temper, Magnus made his move.

He bent down, his enormous hand grabbing Angron's hair and lifting the bloodied head up.

Angron was able to see his surroundings clearly.

He couldn't wait to ask, to roar, to know what had happened.

"My brothers, what's wrong with you? Why are you all gathered here without saying a word?"

Seeing that no one answered, he wanted to continue asking, but the next words caught in his throat.

Because Magnus was holding his head and slowly turning it backward.

A figure appeared in Angron's field of vision.

It was a man wearing golden power armor.

His face was hidden beneath his helmet, making his expression impossible to discern.

But Angron could feel the oppressive aura emanating from that armor, as dazzling as the sun yet as cold as an abyss.

That power belongs to the Emperor!

The moment he saw the figure clearly, Angron understood why his brothers were so silent.

Why is there an atmosphere of despair all around?

Fear instantly overwhelmed his mind and body.

He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

The anger and fighting spirit of the past have turned into endless despair at this moment.

In the end, silence prevailed.

Chapter 141 Never mind, let's bring it on.

Meanwhile, the believers following Yang Yi's instructions were carrying out their mission efficiently.

Their target is the traitorous Primarchs scattered throughout the universe.

The hunt is underway, and once a target is captured, it will be transported directly to a specific space deep within the warp via a portal.

There, they will face the person they least want to see in their lives.

The emperor's courtroom is gradually welcoming "guests".

Yang Yi was even considering whether to revive those original entities that were already dead.

He wanted to watch a grand, family drama with everyone together, purely for greater amusement.

However, that's a matter for later.

The most urgent task is to deal with these several extremely lewd female evil gods who have been knocked to the ground.

As for how to deal with them, that is a question worth pondering.

After all, it would seem a waste to completely eliminate such a unique, powerful, and good-looking "tool".

They possess immense strength and boundless potential, and have a unique ability to stack steel around themselves.

At this moment, seemingly sensing Yang Yi's thoughts, Slaanesh, who had been quietly holding his arm, moved slightly.

Next, an indescribable sensation came from Yang Yi's arm.

His arm felt as if it had sunk into an extremely comfortable, soft, yet bouncy and warm cloud.

Hmm... this feeling is really good.

Cool!

Yang Yi subconsciously reached out and wrapped his arms around Sene's slender, soft, elastic, and powerful waist.

The touch from my fingertips was delicate and smooth, perfectly complementing the feeling on my arm.

He savored the amazing comfort emanating from his palm, and an idea popped into his head uncontrollably.

My current strength is unlikely to make a qualitative leap in the short term; I have already reached a certain peak.

So, shouldn't we relax a bit and enjoy ourselves?

Since his transmigration, he has either been fighting or preparing for battle.

Saving the world and stabilizing the universe—I've been working tirelessly for so long, my nerves are constantly on edge.

Now that the situation is settled, what's wrong with treating yourself a little?