Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

why?

Why did he keep encouraging himself to fight his opponent?

Could it be that I really have that potential?

or--

Anglong seemed to be deep in thought.

He didn't persuade himself based on his abilities.

It's not about encouraging Angron to get back up after every failure.

Angron suddenly realized.

In this world, the power of their slave gladiators is as weak as that of Angron to the angels.

But the other side always believed that they could fight the angels.

Failure is not terrible; what is most terrible is losing your fighting spirit and determination to resist after failure, and becoming a beast driven by anger and hatred!

Don't be afraid of failure.

Even after defeat, we must continue to fight!

Actually not.

Kasgar was simply urging the other party to demonstrate the power of the Primarch.

However, it must be said that while Angron without nails is not very strong in combat, the good news is that he has brains.

Although there was a slight misunderstanding, it's good that the result was correct.

Brothers and sisters!

"Stop praying alone for the mercy of so-called gods and high-ranking knights!"

"Our destiny—will be in our own hands!"

With that, Angron broke the chains.

He stood up.

Chapter 144 The Day I Fell from the Mountain

Warhound Corps, Resolute Determination.

Subspace travel is often extremely long and arduous.

Especially when an extremely urgent event occurs, such as "the Legion Primarch has appeared on planet XXX", the boring warp voyage that lasts for weeks or even a month seems exceptionally long.

Especially the planet named Nukelia, which was revealed in the intelligence, is located in the far east of the extreme star system.

During his long periods of leisure, Gale, the acting commander of the War Dog Legion, would often pace anxiously back and forth on the deck of the ship.

What kind of person is the Primarch of the Warhound Legion?

As a member of the Warhound Legion in the Great Crusade, he once tried to imagine the wonderful scene when he met the Primarch.

As the link between the genetic seed and the Primarch, the Primarch's influence on the Legion to which it belongs can be described as all-encompassing.

Legions with Primarchs are more powerful than those without.

Especially the ghoul legion that had previously fought alongside their warhound legion.

It is said that the Ninth Legion underwent a major change after encountering the Primarch.

Even the ghouls who were almost driven to madness, after meeting Sanguis, were said to have all become the Primarch's darlings.

hiss.

Gale, who had actually worked with those ghouls and witnessed their ferocity and savagery, shuddered.

That's a bit hard to imagine.

However, if the Primarch can fundamentally change a Legion, then what kind of person would the Primarch of their Warhound Legion be?

As the acting legion commander, he had imagined that his Primarch would be a worthy follower, a war master with both courage and wisdom—after all, the Warhounds had always been a well-trained and valiant legion.

The original owner must have been similar, probably a decent person.

Legion Commander Gale thought to himself.

However, after saying all this, whether or not we will encounter the Primarch in Nukelia remains to be seen.

The messages conveyed by the stars are actually quite outrageous.

If any member of another legion told him that the Primarch was on planet XXX, Gale would absolutely not believe it.

However, according to the apothecary Garan Sulak, who had studied with the Imperial Princes, and the rumors that had spread across almost half the universe, the Primarch's husband, Casgar Sherlock, possessed an almost perfectly accurate psionic prophetic ability.

Not only were they accurate, but the predictions were also extremely detailed!

Whatever he says is what he says; he doesn't use any mystical or fantastical elements like other prophets, nor does he employ narrative tricks or riddles.

If he says that Primarchs can be found on this planet called Nukelia, then he must be telling the truth.

"Mr. Legion Commander."

A sharp shout from behind interrupted his thoughts.

Navigator's Sanctuary.

The navigator, sitting alone within that eerie green aura, trembled slightly.

He sat in the center of the Navigator's Sanctuary, with pipes and data cables connecting his forehead and the third eye above it.

With its eyes tightly closed, its third eye meticulously searches the universe for every possible path.

"Navigator, you were looking for me?"

Gale caught up behind him and asked.

"Yes, Commander."

The navigator did not speak; the sound came from the sound array system under his seat.

"Our warp drive encountered tremendous resistance; something... didn't want us to get through."

"Ahead. A crimson warp storm shrouds our destination. The energy tides from the warp seem to be driven by some kind of intelligence."

"They envelop the galaxy called Nukelia, and if we try to reach it by force, we will only be torn apart by the raging warp storms."

"what?"

This is extremely disappointing.

Gale couldn't help but think that the Primarch was right in front of him, yet he couldn't get close. The feeling of being just a little bit away was not pleasant.

"Navigator, but I remember the previous message clearly stated that the subspace storm in Nukelia was weakening!"

The planet Nukelia and its star system were originally the territory of King Connor, Guilliman's adoptive father and one of the rulers of the Limitless Starfield.

However, due to a subspace storm decades ago, this place was gradually isolated and lost contact with the outside world.

As the ruler of the five hundred worlds, Guilliman also frequently cared about the lost planets shrouded in warp storms and kept a record of the intensity of the warp storms enveloping them.

Fortunately, as time went by, the originally raging warp storm gradually dissipated, and soon the connection between Altramar and Nukelia will be restored, allowing the Warhounds to enter and search for the secrets of the lost Primarch.

That was the original plan.

But it seems that a sudden, turbulent subspace storm has halted their plans to continue.

"No!"

"Don't come! I don't want to be part of your slaughter! We just need a way forward!"

"We can't get through! We can't possibly get through!"

The navigator's calm words suddenly turned into a painful and shrill cry.

A single, blood-red tear slowly rolled down from his third eye.

At that moment, the sound emanating from the sound array seemed to become extremely hoarse and distorted.

It was as if some strange magic had amplified the anger of everyone who heard those words.

“Crimson blood will forever soak Nukelia.”

"In endless time, in countless worlds."

"Only war."

Click.

The sound array system shattered, and blood flowed freely.

Nukaria.

The Desia Arena.

"But we have no way to defeat those slave hunters. Even if we escape, what good will it do?"

Faced with Angron's impassioned speech as he stood up, one of the gladiators, who was in despair, said helplessly.

The slave gladiators never gave up on escaping.

But to be precise, none of them, including Angron, succeeded.

But each and every tragic fate of the escaped slave gladiators numbed them, ultimately causing them to lose all desire to live.

The only time they came close to a successful escape was when they managed to kill the high-ranking knight with the help of the two angels sent from heaven.

Only with God's help could they have the opportunity to fight against those damned slave owners.

"What's the use of our own efforts? Aren't we still forever unable to resist those slave owners?"

"Rather than courting death, we should pray for a miracle—as long as they are there, everything will be alright."

"God, please save us!"

In the face of endless failures and torment, they had lost the last vestige of their fighting spirit.

Of the remaining shells, only the numb hope of being saved by others allows them to survive.

"Save yourself" is always a humble saying used by the strong.

For these gladiator slaves, the overwhelming power of their slave hunters robbed them of all courage to save themselves, leaving them only with the hope of being rescued by others.

"And this was the last hope for the ravaged gladiators."

The elderly Onomamus sighed, looked up at the sky, and sat down next to Angron.

"Angron, what will you choose?"

“We will die, but you can still live as their gladiator star after being nailed with the Butcher’s Nail.”

"Perhaps you don't need to revolt for us guys who have lost everything; you still have a future—"

"No!"

Anglong stubbornly denied it.

“They, those slave owners and high knights, have taken enough from me—family, friends, hope. I have lost them all.”

"If even your and my right to be angry are taken away by them, then I might as well die right now in this land of red sand!"

"I will never give up!"

His gaze was once again filled with fighting spirit as he turned and walked toward the steel fence that stood before all the gladiators.

Angron still has a lot to learn.

How to motivate people, how to learn from failures, and how to hone one's skills again and again while surrounded by slave owners.

But now, it's time to put everything into practice.

"Brothers! Let's charge out of here together!"

"If you firmly believe that only those two gods can save you—fine! I will no longer pretend; I am an angel and demigod just like them!"

With that, Angron opened his arms to the many slave gladiators.

The exceptionally large Angron did indeed bear some resemblance to the angel who descended from the sky.

Angron's uprising was successful.