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This discerning supervisor watched the Astartes wearing scarlet power armor coming out of the barge in groups. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva. These Astartes didn't look like Ultramarines at all.

Chapter 84 Bury your head in the sand

Kahn led the World Eaters down from the Trinity, and they followed the port master and boarded an airship.

Nukeria's strange performance made him give up the idea of ​​a Dreadclaw orbital drop.

As he felt the soil of Nuceria beneath his feet, Kahn's heart gradually calmed down.

His strengthened lungs breathed in the familiar air, his mind replaying the first time he had met Angron.

Angron, who was about to die with his brothers and sisters, was taken to the Emperor's Vision by the Emperor's teleportation beam, and then sent back to the Conqueror, the flagship of the Warhound Legion.

Angron slew one high-ranking member after another of the Legion's leaders who came to face their father, until Khârn finally pacified his rage.

Kahn could feel the anger and sadness of the Gene-Father. There was only a corpse on the Conqueror. Angron's soul had remained in Nuceria, in the dawn that would never come.

As the heir who knew Angron best, Karn could feel Angron's broken nature. Rage and bloodthirstiness were his appearance, but his heart was extremely empty and broken.

Batches of World Eaters descended from the airships to the ground. As their numbers grew, Kahn could hear the increasingly rapid heartbeats of the mortal supervisors beside him.

The heartbeat was so clear and striking that Kahn could even imagine how beautiful the blood would splatter when it was torn open.

He rarely revealed a narrow smile, and under the stimulation of the Butcher's Nail, the spasming muscles on his face showed a distorted and weird feeling.

"Why are you so nervous?"

“You are afraid of the Ultramarines?”

The supervisor's body tensed up suddenly. Kahn's knife-like eyes swept over him, and the hairs on his skin under his clothes instantly stood up. But he still maintained a relaxed look and answered Kahn's questions with a smile.

"Dear Emperor Angel, this is the first time that Nuceria has welcomed so many Astartes, so I am a little worried that the people below are negligent and have delayed the repair work of the adults."

There was nothing wrong with the supervisor's manners, he was elegant and neither humble nor overbearing, somewhat similar to those of the nobles of Macragge.

Very nice words, Kahn commented in his mind.

Pretty... and fake.

"I want to see the planetary governor. Why are you the one receiving us? Where is the governor?" Kahn said aggressively.

“Governor, Your Excellency Governor…” The lining on the supervisor’s back was soaked, and he couldn’t contact the Governor.

Although the governor had no regard for state affairs, what he was best at was enjoying the service of female slaves while watching the most intense gladiator fights in the arena of Decian.

Kahn took off the broken Blood Father and Blood Son from his body. These were weapons left by the Primarch and there was currently no way to repair them.

"Tell me, where is the Governor? I will go find him in person and ask him how he serves the Empire. Has he committed any dereliction of duty?"

The World Eaters had already sensed fear and truth from the subtle expressions of the Overlords, and these clever mortals knew from the beginning that it was not the Ultramarines who were coming.

Whether it is the unrecognizable keel number or the fact that these Astartes have completely different paint and organization from the Ultramarines, there are too many places to identify friend or foe.

But do they have the courage to resist? To resist the rebels right before their eyes?

They didn't, they just pretended they knew nothing and sent out an airport manager to deal with the visitor.

Kahn guessed that the rulers of this planet might be hiding in a bunker or fortress, or in their favorite arena.

So weak, so pathetic, so hateful.

It was these cowardly guys who turned his father into a madman who only knew how to kill!

The more hatred Kahn felt in his heart, the more indifferent he appeared to be.

The supervisor was completely frightened by the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Kahn. The strong men who died at the hands of this World-Eater Captain could be piled up to form a mausoleum, not to mention the mortal soldiers who were slaughtered like grass.

He was shaking all over as he beat the sieve, with sweat constantly oozing from his forehead and neck.

The heart that had been replaced three times had already fallen into chaotic beating amidst the frantic beating. He wanted to say something, but his brain was in a mess and his tongue seemed to be paralyzed by the strongest anesthetic in Nukeria.

His eloquence was lost somewhere.

"Take me to the Decian Arena. Your governor must be there."

Kahn's words immediately made the supervisor feel as if he had been pardoned. His desire to survive began to rise. What if these World Eaters really let him go?

Even if I become their slave, what is the difference between serving the World Eaters and serving the Emperor?

It was that tyrant who conquered Nuceria. The Emperor only cared about whether the planets captured by the Imperial Army could pay tithes and whether the planets could maintain stability and serve his ambitions and conquests.

As for the planet's politics, economy, culture, and whether its people are oppressed, that is not within his consideration.

With a disgusting, flattering smile on his face, the Supervisor led Kahn and the other World Eaters towards the magnificent arena.

In fact, even without guidance, a normal person could find the location of the Desian Colosseum. It was so magnificent and huge among those low civilian buildings. The circular building surrounded by high walls made of granite stood in the center of the city.

The highest point of the Decian Colosseum is over 150 meters high. It was built by humble slaves. When the spectacle was completed, the slaves were forced to stab each other's chests with sharp blades in the spectacle they had built.

It has four layers of walls, all decorated with columnar structures. The central arena is dotted with complex terrains. A stepped pyramid is located in the core area, while the external stands are divided into five areas.

The luxurious observation deck at the front is exclusively for the nobles with the highest status, while those with lower status are on the second floor, followed by the rich. Ordinary civilians can only squeeze into the fourth floor at the back, and the last floor is for the lowest-status Nuceria.

The curtain canopy hung from ropes protected the spectators from the scorching sun. The people's curses and cheers rushed into the sky, causing the curtain to shake continuously.

As Kharn walked the streets of Dessian, the people around him kept a distance in awe, but the Ear of Leman reflected their whispers back to the World Eater one by one.

"Look at that big guy. He must be a good fighter. I bet you that if he goes to the arena, he will be able to tear the current champion Braulio to pieces!"

"Where did these people come from? They all have butcher's nails on their heads. Who allowed these lowly slaves to walk the same path as us?"

Not all mortals can recognize Space Marines, especially on a world like Nuceria, where there are too many strange, even terrifying mutants and aliens who are caught and fought in the arena.

Only the Supervisor's face turned even paler. He cursed these inconsiderate bastards in his heart. These were the World Eaters Astartes who had been afflicted with the Butcher's Nails.

They are the sons of the coward, the deserter.

With the supervisor leading the way, Kahn and his warriors arrived at the huge Desian Colosseum without any hindrance.

The huge columns and arches were about thirty or forty meters high, stacked up layer by layer to the sky, and roars of blood and pain came from the shadows.

Chapter 85: Angron the Traitor, Angron the Coward

A series of exquisite reliefs are engraved on the granite walls of the Colosseum. The lifelike sculptures and Nuceria characters depict a story from the past, a story of a betrayer.

When Kahn saw a giant wearing the Butcher's Nails and standing with a group of ragged mortals holding weapons, his two hearts suddenly contracted violently.

The craftsmen and artists of Nuceria possess extraordinary skills, which makes their carvings extremely vivid and realistic. The familiar face and the familiar look of anger are exactly those of Angron before he was found by the Emperor.

"What's written on it?"

When Karnsen's cold voice rang out, the supervisor almost fainted.

He realized that if he hesitated for a few seconds, Kahn's huge chainsaw axe would smash him to pieces, but if he read the words above...

The supervisor suddenly felt as if he had lost his parents. There were only two different dead ends in front of him.

"This is the story of the traitor Angron..."

"Angron, the former traitor leader, dared to rebel against the rule of the high-ranking riders and led those equally lowly slave gladiators to launch a rebellion."

"Many slaves responded to his rebellion. Nuceria was ablaze with war, and high-ranking riders had to suppress the rebellion everywhere. But in the final battle, this traitor escaped without dignity or honor."

As he tremblingly read the Nuceria text in High Gothic, all the World Eaters fell into an eerie silence.

Beneath this silence lies the terrifying rage of a geothermal volcano about to erupt.

"What do you call him? Say it again." Kahn squeezed out the words one by one.

"Traitor and coward."

"What about the gladiators who fought alongside him? What did you do to them?"

The supervisor simply pointed to the stone tablet at the entrance to the Colosseum, which had a few lines of text written on it in a variety of languages ​​including Nuceria and High Gothic.

Kahn leaned over so that his eye level was with it.

[The traitor Angron's accomplices are buried here, the honor of high-ranking riders must not be trampled upon]

Right under the busy main entrance, after Angron's brothers and sisters were captured, both those who died in battle and those who survived by chance were buried alive, and even after their death, molten iron was poured on them to completely seal them.

Those were high-ranking riders and dignitaries who were intimidating all the slaves. Anyone who dared to resist or escape would suffer a fate more horrible than death.

What an insult, what a despicable act! Kahn's long-accumulated anger could no longer be contained. He tore out the head of the hateful Nuceria man beside him, along with his spine, with his bare hands. The terrifying force almost turned him into a puddle of mud.

The blood of the Nucerias splattered at the main entrance of the arena, right on the ground where the rebels were buried. The head in Kahn's hand had an expression of horror, and he was still in deep fear until his death.

He feared the cruel fate that was about to befall Nuceria, from which no one, no one would be spared.

The traitor's son is back and he will kill all the nobles.

The World Eater casually dropped the head and spine to the ground, crushing them into an unrecognizable pile of blood and broken bones with just a step of his power boots.

No orders were needed, the World Eaters no longer needed to restrain themselves, and the total massacre began from this moment on.

Like a tide, the World Eaters poured into the city of Dessian. Kahn took the lead and used the chainsaw axe in his hand to directly split open the gate that blocked the way. The axe light, faster than lightning, had cut the guards at the door into pieces.

"Leave no one behind!"

Kahn's ferocious voice came out from his helmet. The World Eaters killed every living thing they saw. The roar of chain axes pierced the sky, and suddenly the huge Desian Colosseum was filled with a bloody smell.

The shock and pain before death, the curses and prayers of mortals, the buzzing of power weapons and chain axes tearing flesh and blood, all formed a symphony in this historic arena.

The Butcher's Nails bring a wonderful blessing to the host's killing. These vicious implants release a mixture of hormones and chemicals in the brain, which keeps the host in a state of frenzy.

For these Astartes tortured by the Butcher's Nails, the nails in their brains can only temporarily stop in battle and bloodshed, which is already the supreme enjoyment.

Kahn took the lead and rushed into the battlefield at the bottom of the arena. The ground was covered with gravel dyed crimson by blood. Turning around and looking up, he saw that the huge stands, which were linked together, were filled with bloodthirsty and crazy spectators.

The gladiators who were fighting each other stopped in tacit understanding after the World Eaters rushed into the battlefield. Their years of combat experience were warning them madly that these giants in scarlet armor were no match for them.

The World Eaters strangely bypassed the gladiators who were standing back to back with their swords and shields on guard. Kahn just glanced at them and chose to ignore them.

The World Eaters moved along the huge corridors and stairs, slaughtering all living things here, layer by layer.

The stands at the front that belonged to high-ranking knights and top nobles were empty. Kahn knew that these scum with complex information networks had already received the news before the warship arrived in Nuceria, and they were already scared and terrified at this moment.

The lesser nobles on the second floor were not so lucky. They were torn to pieces by the enraged World Eaters with chain axes. Only a few of them were able to survive for a few seconds under the protection of their bodyguards.

In response, Kahn pushed aside the battle brothers and decided to send them off personally.

Faced with the slaughter of the World Eaters, not everyone chooses to sit idly by and wait for death.