Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

A fire ignited in Angron's mind, setting his flesh ablaze like a match.

"I remember, I remember everything!!!"

He continued walking slowly forward.

The rage in his heart burned ever brighter. Angron raised the axe in his hand high, his eyes, filled with resentment, radiating a fierce red light.

Just keep a close eye on that fool who is struggling in fear.

He could no longer utter a word, except for his wet trousers.

A word, or rather the meaning of a word, arose from the flame in Anglon's heart behind his eyes, woven from painful thoughts.

【anger】

"Now, die!!!!!"

In a rage as intense as the most raging fire, Angron swung his axe and beheaded the high-ranking knight.

But it seems this is not the end.

The moment the high-ranking knight's head hit the ground, his blood gushed out wildly, as if trying to soak Angron's entire body into his blood.

The high-ranking knight's handless corpse did not fall; instead, it sprayed blood in eight directions like a fountain.

"Something's wrong."

This amount of blood is not like what a normal human would have.

Casca put away the explosive pistol in his hand and replaced it with the retractable Phoenix Power Spear on his back.

Something strange is appearing.

What have you done on the planet's surface? Dark forces from the highest heavens are converging on you!!!

Ireil's urgent shouts reached Casgar's helmet communication.

Your signal is distorted, I—

Communication was cut off, completely cut off.

"Lord Saint Gilles, prepare yourselves."

"The people we are about to face are likely to be formidable opponents that we will never be able to deal with in our lifetime."

The angel nodded to Casca's words, raised her spear high, and retreated to Casca and Angron's side to provide cover for them.

"What exactly is this."

Angron, wielding a giant axe, was utterly surprised by the strange phenomenon before him.

He had never seen such a bizarre sight before, and everything that was happening before his eyes felt unreal.

No matter what he thought, the blood on the corpse continued to gush out.

They didn't stop until the entire ground of the gladiatorial arena's deep pit was dyed red, the color of red sand.

"Monster! Reveal your true form!"

The angel struck first, raising his spear of victory and thrusting it fiercely at the strange corpse, attempting to break the stalemate.

But in the next instant, the corpse burst like a balloon, and countless drops of blood, carrying the metallic smell, splashed in all directions.

After the blood rain came a crimson mist.

Like tiny droplets of blood floating in the air, it gradually enveloped the sky above the deep pit of the arena.

"Angron, come here!"

The elderly gladiator Onomamus rushed forward and pulled Angron away from the horrifying vision.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Could it be... divine punishment for killing a high-ranking knight while we, as inferiors, are the ones who deserve it?"

"May God forgive Angron for what he has done."

The constant whispers from other gladiators and spectators only added to Angron's growing irritation.

"Shut up!"

"I killed these creatures that didn't deserve to live with my own hands, why won't you believe me—"

An even stronger, nameless rage rose in his heart.

Is it only when he, Angron, kills all these bloodthirsty and despicable spectators that they will feel a trace of remorse, that they will feel grief for what they have done?

"Calm down, Angron."

Casca stopped him from continuing to shout toward the stands.

The current situation is not optimistic.

The splashed blood has now turned completely red, hanging on the iron walls like the most vibrant paint.

Although not a single enemy has appeared at this moment, such an unusual phenomenon is enough to show who the force Casca is facing is.

At that moment, Kasgar looked down at the Oglin helmet that had rolled to the ground beside him, the helmet with Khorne's iconic rabbit ears.

Nukelia was never a feudal civilization with only dark, low-level technology.

It is a predetermined planet that Khorne has been planning for many years.

Just as Barbaros (Motalion's homeworld) is to Nurgle, so too is Kolchis (Luojia's homeworld) to Chaos.

This place has long been targeted by some evil entity.

It was merely a carefully planned stage setup, designed to lead his chosen pawns step by step into the abyss, from which there was no turning back.

The sign that led to the abyss was the Butcher's Spike on Angron's head, which could never be removed.

Only by putting this thing on him will Angron be forever driven by rage, abandoning all human compassion and empathy, and becoming a beast that only knows how to kill.

But His seemingly perfect plan was thwarted by Casca, who fell from the sky.

Although it is unknown why a Primarch is so weak, he can be knocked unconscious by the tranquilizer darts of the slave-hunting team on the planet, and can be controlled by the electric baton of the mechanical police inspector.

But Kasgar thwarted the evil god's plan for the Butcher's Nail, and naturally, he will suffer the most vicious retaliation from the other side.

They're about to make their appearance.

The next moment, the gate to the blood-soaked arena pit opened automatically.

Eighty-eight vampires and eight skull snatchers roared deafeningly from the crimson gate toward the interior.

"What kind of monsters are these?"

Angron's shouts were filled with doubt and apprehension among the vampires with their menacing fangs, sharp horns, and red carapaces.

He fought against the fiercest beasts and the most powerful gladiators in the arena.

But such a bizarre humanoid monster

"Get out of the way, Angron!"

Seeing that the other party seemed eager to try, Kasga shouted anxiously.

"Go and protect the other gladiators. We'll take care of this!"

As he spoke, he activated the disintegration field of the spear in his hand, and a ghostly blue light shone in the deep pit filled with filthy blood mist.

He charged toward one of the skull-stealers, and as he stabbed a charging vampire to death with his power spear, he collided with the skull-stealer's greatsword.

It is unclear whether the opponent's strength was insufficient, or whether Kaska's own strength had been greatly enhanced.

The instant they made contact, Casgar's power overwhelmed the headhunter, severing his head before the man's terrified and resentful eyes.

"it is good!"

"Kill! Kill them all!!"

"Tear them apart! Tear them all apart!!!"

As Casca triumphed, thunderous cheers and bloodthirsty roars erupted from the stadium above.

Those people did not seem to panic because of the influx of these monsters.

It was like the most common gladiatorial competitions we encounter.

Another valiant gladiator has defeated a ferocious beast and deserves the applause of the audience.

They didn't care at all whether these sudden appearances of wild beasts and the sky filled with red blood mist were normal.

All they want to see is killing.

kill.

And there's more killing to come!!!

"Something's wrong, something very wrong."

Kasgar muttered to himself, desperately suppressing the sense of honor and anticipation of tearing the remaining enemies to shreds.

The impact of Khorne on this planet may be far deeper than he imagined.

It seems Angron was right; the people of Nukelia have all gone mad.

Just as he was stunned by the current state of Nukeria, another vampire charged toward him.

But in the next instant, Saint Gilles, standing beside Casca, swiftly struck. With a sweeping spear, he reduced the few vampires who dared to charge to ashes.

The angel's expression was equally solemn.

Although she had never seen monsters like these before, judging from their appearance, how they appeared, and the fact that they left only ashes after being killed, they seemed more like creatures from mythology than living beings.

demon.

The grunts, who were merely appetizers, were quickly wiped out by Casca and Sanguis.

Even without using the warp fire within him, Kasgar killed a number of vampires that were not fewer than the number of angels he killed.

As for why not to use it, it's obviously to give a worthy opponent a "surprise".

"You've become stronger?"

Seeing that Casca's speed and strength had improved significantly, the angel couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"I don't know. But it seems that my abilities have indeed been amplified here."

Casca nodded to the angel.

It's unclear whether it's due to the different customs and culture of Nukelia, or because it absorbed the fragment from the hands of the conspirator's governor.

"However, dragging this out like this doesn't seem like a solution."

Casca continued, "We need to find an opportunity to strike at their core and dispel this blood mist that's spreading throughout the arena."

As he spoke, he raised the power spear in his hand and aimed it at the spawn point of the Khorne demon—

and many more.

A new demon has emerged.

Eight bloodthirsty monsters.

He wore brass-colored armor and had blood-red bone wings spread across his back.

Eight bloodthirsty berserkers walked slowly and heavily out of the arena's gates, roaring and brandishing their battle axes and chain whips.

Pinch it.

Eight bloodthirsty monsters!

The Bloodthirsty Demon is a combat unit of the Great Demon type, a terrifying existence on the same level as the Great Impure One, the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, and the Great Guardian of Secrets.

Although it wasn't some famous great demon, even just an ordinary bloodthirsty berserker would be enough to give the Primarch a hard time.

What's more, they even spawned eight of them!

Eight!

Don’t even lose face!

Kasgar, who was charging forward, suddenly stopped and turned around, calling out to Angron and the other gladiators behind him.

"run!"

Although he was a glorious warrior, he was also a wise man with a sharp mind.