Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Take them all with you, though it seems you're about to have a bunch of new family members, Angron."

In the arena, Kabanha stood silently in the stands, watching Sanguiles and the Anglosses depart into the distance.

Especially when looking at Saint Gilles.

For some reason, compared to Saint Gilleses in countless other parallel worlds, this Saint Gillese seems to be more—

There was an inexplicable attraction to him.

Despite being a bloodthirsty madman under Khorne, Cabanha, unusually, showed a slight resistance to the KPI of collecting the skulls of powerful beings for the Bronze Lord.

"This is."

"That's because Saint Gilles is one of the few guys who can fight me!"

This is not weakness or stupidity, but a mutual attraction between heroes.

At the same time, it is also a way to continuously improve one's own skills by taking the opponent as a target!

That's right, that's it!

As for now, Kabanha needs more blood and souls to make him more fulfilled.

"The Blood God needs more blood!!!"

Kabanha looked at the mortal spectators who were like ants and let out a deafening roar from the stands.

In the next instant, shouts came from the stands in response.

"Blood!"

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!"

Caught up in the battle cries, the frenzied audience members jumped off the platform.

Even though most people would die at this moment, the remaining fanatics, cushioned by the corpses, would still fight each other wildly, offering their blood and skulls as sacrifices to the Blood God they spoke of.

With the nourishment of mortals, his wings became thicker and stronger, and his claws became harder and sharper, no longer feeling as unreal as before.

This was exactly the kind of supply it desperately needed after a major battle.

For some reason, as Khorne's great demon Kabanha devoured flesh and souls, the image of the angels' departing smiles suddenly appeared in his mind.

Tsk.

That damn smile.

Chapter 142 The Sky of Red Sand

Nukelia, countless years ago.

The fiery red sand covered the entire land, and the arena was filled with bloodthirsty spectators as usual.

They shouted the names of their gladiators and cheered them on.

In this land ruled by high-ranking knights, this was their last solace in surviving.

However, in a place that no one noticed, or rather, no one would have thought of—

At the northernmost edge of the world of Nukelia, on the ancient frozen land perpetually covered by ice and snow, a visitor from outer space, like a fiery red meteor, streaked straight down into the desolate, snow-covered landscape and landed on Nukelia, the red sand planet.

A lost Primarch has fallen upon this planet.

But that's not the point.

The problem is that--

It appears he landed headfirst.

It really did land headfirst.

thump!

Faced with the overwhelming power of Casgar, Angron, a mere "mortal," had no chance of victory.

He had just thought of it when the other party suddenly seized him and tripped him with an unexpected speed.

Its heavy body crashed onto the leaf-strewn grass in the forest, making a rustling sound as the sparse branches of the bushes swayed.

"Friend, you're too strong, I can't beat you."

Angron, sitting on the ground, helplessly relaxed all his muscles, then sat down with a wry smile.

Can't beat it, really can't beat it.

After the two extraterrestrial visitors rescued the gladiators from the clutches of the strange monsters, the group fled to the dense forest in front of the northern mountains.

Angron was very grateful for this.

But for some reason, after that, these two extraterrestrial visitors often asked Angron to fight them one-on-one, or even to practice using weapons in real combat.

No matter how many times he tried, even though Angron used all his strength and kept recalling his fighting methods in his mind according to the two of them.

Unleash your potential!

Unleash your inner power!

Activate your hidden backup energy!

But no matter how much his opponents encouraged him, Angron still couldn't defeat these two masters.

Angron, who was once undefeated in the arena, winning every single fight, was known to the audience as the Invincible Angron.

When faced with the two of them, there was only defeat.

"Just call me Casgar."

The warrior in purple-gold armor reached out and pulled him up.

"Okay, Casgar."

“I understand you may have high expectations for my power, but I have tried almost every means possible, and I have been unable to activate the power you speak of.”

Anglong was a little embarrassed.

Then, as if trying to make amends for his incompetence, he continued:

"If you're looking for my superpower, this might be the only one—"

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward until he reached the campfire where the gladiators were gathered, and placed his hand on the head of one of the young gladiators.

After a brief flash of light, Angron frowned slightly.

"Like this, I can absorb some of the negative emotions of those around me."

Look at the young man who has fallen into a deep sleep. His slightly trembling body has calmed down afterward, and he is sound asleep as if he were indulging in the most delicious dream.

"If this is the skill you're looking for, I can help you with it."

Seeing Angron's somewhat embarrassed expression, what could Kasgar say?

In the Warhammer world, being bad is the original sin.

But how can a Primarch without Primarch power maintain his authority within the Legion and survive the perilous Great Crusade?

"Perhaps this power will indeed come in handy in the future, but for now we may need more direct combat capabilities."

He said helplessly, "Angron, you stay here and watch over these gladiators. I'm going to go and discuss something with my companions."

"Okay, I wish you a safe trip."

"come back earlier!"

"Still no clues to help him recover?"

Upon seeing Casca arrive, the angel who had been surveying the surroundings from the ancient tree high above swirled its wings and came to Casca's side.

"No. Or rather, he doesn't seem to have the Primarch's power except for his appearance."

After rescuing Angron and the others from Desia's slave arena, Casgar tried many methods to motivate Angron.

But no matter what he did, it seemed that the opponent's strength was only at the level of an ordinary person, and he could not become stronger at all.

They couldn't even defeat a Space Marine like Kasgar, let alone fight a Primarch like the Angel Saint Gilles.

How could this happen?

The angel was also quite puzzled by this.

After returning, she also read about the deeds of other Primarchs on their homeworld. Almost every Primarch, with their innate terrifying power and wisdom, managed their homeworld in an orderly manner, and even the least capable were the strongest fighting force on the planet.

How come it became like this when it came to Angron?

"This is also what puzzles me the most."

Casca also expressed its helplessness.

You might not believe it.

Although Casgar had read the script, the text was simply too bizarre.

So much so that he couldn't understand it at all!

It's not just Kasgar who's puzzled; the fighting power of Angron and Nukelia is a complete mystery that remains unsolved.

In the story of Angron, his combat power seems to be in a state of extremely abnormal fluctuation.

It either soars very high in a short time, or it plummets down in a flash.

There is absolutely no logic to it.

If Casca hadn't interfered, the story would have gone like this—

Angron was captured by the high-ranking knights' minions in the battle just now and then forcibly impaled with the Butcher's Nail.

From then on, they would not think about anything other than killing, and their personal compassion and empathy would also be stripped away.

In his rage after the transformation, he will kill his master, Onomamus.

After calming down, the furious Angron decided to lead the gladiators in a rebellion.

—But they failed miserably and could only flee to the nearby dense forest with their gladiator brothers and sisters.

Under the siege of the slave-owning army of Nukelia, Angron, who was preparing for a last-ditch effort, was teleported to his flagship by the Emperor who arrived just in time.

The Emperor has reached an agreement with the slave owners, and they will continue to live on this planet.

What kind of suppression of slaves?

As long as they are willing to pay tithes to support the Great Expedition, it's no problem.

And so, Angron watched helplessly as his brothers and family members were brutally murdered by the slave owners, and he could do nothing about it.

In a fit of rage, he went berserk and tore apart the emperor's guards until he was finally subdued by the emperor's own spiritual power.

Then the Emperor dumped it on the War Dog Legion like trash, ignoring it completely.

None of them are human.

In this entire story, nothing is normal.

It's as if the author, halfway through writing, suddenly stood up and shouted nine times, "Only the wise, the treacherous, and the extraordinary can be free from their influence!"

The changes in the combat power of all the characters in the entire story are more numerous than the changes in the ever-changing Demon Lord.

The Nukelian natives suddenly became incredibly powerful;

Angron's strength suddenly became inconsistent.

The despicable emperor who suddenly became indifferent to the original.

The Imperial Guard, which suddenly became a weakling that couldn't beat anyone—ah, that hasn't changed. The famous "Imperial Guard" has been used as a punching bag again, which is normal.

And Angron himself is a super shapeshifter in the story.

If he were like Horus, just an ordinary person before awakening his Primarch's power, then he wouldn't be able to defeat others.

—Yet he could tear apart the White Bean Sprout Squad at the age of three.

If we say that his strength is powerful enough, he could tear apart the emperor's imperial guards with his bare hands.

—But he couldn’t defeat Nukelia’s high-ranking knights.

If we say that Angron's power lies entirely in Butcher's Spike, then only Angron with spikes is a qualified Butcher's Spike wet piece.

—But even after he hammered in the nails, he couldn't defeat the slave owner and was only saved by being teleported into the flagship by the Emperor.