Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Even he himself could hardly believe that everything had happened so easily.

After leading the gladiators who were willing to fight him to the last man, Angron did not choose to flee immediately—he knew that fleeing directly would be useless, and if the slave hunters were to come out again, they would repeat the same mistake as before.

We must find a way to improve our own combat effectiveness.

After a brief period of deliberation, Angron decided to join the gladiators who were fighting each other in the arena in launching a rebellion and lead them in resisting the attacks from the slave-hunting caravan.

Angron successfully attracted a large number of gladiators with his own appeal, and even his heroic fighting against the slave hunters made the bloodthirsty audience cheer for him.

But no matter how much he rallied the other gladiators, the vanguard that would ultimately face the slave hunters was none other than Angron himself.

He would not let his brothers and sisters who were willing to follow him go to their deaths.

Angron must lead by example and pave a path for them.

He once again faced the slave-catching team that had brought him countless pains.

Electric grid, anesthesia, nerve bundle whip.

One weapon after another struck Angron’s nerves.

It fell over.

"It's fallen! It's fallen!!"

Even with his immense power as the "Undefeated One," Angron, amidst the heavily surrounded slave-hunting team and suffering intense nerve pain from multiple doses of Nukelia's dark technology anesthesia, struggled to his knees.

(Although this wouldn't even be a tickle to other Primarchs)

Shaky.

Is he going to fail again?

The nightmare of the past has once again enveloped Angron.

A piercing rage enveloped Angron's mind and body.

He seemed to see himself being nailed to the butcher's nail, destined to become a hound for those high-ranking rulers, numbly pleasing his master by killing one kin after another.

Is this his fate, the inevitable destiny of a slave gladiator?

No.

Do not! !

He must not fall again!

"You self-righteous beasts!"

Roaring, Angron unleashed a fighting spirit far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Those two gods who descended from the sky may not have brought about any real change to Nukelia: even after killing a high-ranking knight, countless nobles still scrambled to become the new high-ranking knight.

They rescued Angron and the other gladiators, but the slave-catching team was still able to recapture them.

It seems that nothing has changed.

But Angron knew in his heart that some things, in his view, had undergone fundamental changes.

—He had hope.

Having witnessed the appearance of hope and freedom, I will no longer willingly become a slave trapped in a deep pit, struggling like a caged beast.

In those carefree days, I lay freely with my gladiator brothers and sisters in the jungle caves—though the comfort was not much different from where the slave gladiators slept.

But the day when we are no longer bound by rules, no longer at the beck and call of others, and no longer have to be subservient to others is just around the corner!

Angron, how could you fall at this time!

"He's getting up! Increase the dosage! Mechanical guards, get on board!"

Angron's roar echoed through the heavens.

The high-ranking knights' methods were equally cruel and deadly, as if the anesthetic and various poison needles and darts were being fired wildly towards Angron and the other gladiators.

Ultimately, through the gladiators' uprising and resistance, Angron successfully led the slaves, who had almost lost all hope of survival, to break through the blockade of the slave-catching team.

Once again, he led his hundreds of compatriots toward the deep mountains where they could hide their whereabouts.

"And in the surrounding city-states, there are also large numbers of gladiator brothers and sisters suffering enslavement—"

"and many more!"

Angron pointed to the distance, where two tiny points of light were flying towards them.

To be precise, it was one: the golden angel with wings on its back held the smaller demigod in purple-gold armor to its chest, so that they could fly together.

"Look! They're here! The gods haven't abandoned us!"

With cheerful steps, Angron and the others behind him hurried towards their destination.

"Angron? What's this all about?"

After the landing was finally completed, Casca asked the question in front of the angel.

In order to save time, he was carried in front of Saint Gilles and glided towards the direction of Desia.

However, Casca was also warned by the other party: do not tell anyone, especially the Holy Blood Angel, that he was carried away by Saint Gilles in order to hurry up.

If he didn't want to see the entire Angel Guard go crazy on the spot demanding hugs.

"It was I! It was I who led my brothers and sisters out of the encirclement of those noble lackeys, Casca!"

Despite being covered in wounds, Angron's face, smeared with mud and dust, finally broke into a joyful smile: "You have no idea how strong I've become!"

"I've taken down all those troublesome slave hunters before, and my strength is now second to none!"

Oh?

Upon hearing that Angron had become stronger, Kasgar was also curious: "That is indeed a good thing. Let's take the gladiators to hide in the jungle for a while, and we can have a match later."

"it is good!"

thump!

Angron fell to the ground again after being thrown by Casgar's back throw.

"Sigh! It seems there's still some distance to go."

"I'm lying on the ground looking up at the sky," Angron said helplessly.

He has indeed become stronger.

Not long ago, when he broke through the blockade of the slave-catching team, he unleashed his extraordinary power, which was unlike that of ordinary mortals.

But not much.

Angron's combat abilities have improved slightly, and he can now fight against an entire team of slave hunters by himself.

But it's still far from enough compared to the Primarch's strength, where an Angel alone can defeat an entire army.

Even compared to Kasgar, he's not quite up to par—Angron at the moment is only at the level of an ordinary Space Marine.

But it will probably take countless years to restore it to its original strength.

“But progress is a good thing, Angron.”

Casca reached out and pulled him up from the ground: "Have you figured out what to do next?"

“We have a plan.” Angron nodded and explained to Casca with great enthusiasm, “The last failure was because we lacked manpower and were only thinking about escaping without preparing for the upcoming slave hunters’ encirclement.”

"This time, we have laid an unimaginable number of traps and obstacles in the forest to protect the stronghold. At the same time, we are preparing to make contact with slaves in other city-states, plan a new slave uprising, and use this as a base to gradually expand outwards."

"good."

Without Butcher's Sting, Angron might indeed be weaker in combat.

However, a normal, disease-free brain is indeed rarer and more important to the original body!

"And what about you? Casca, how long can you and the angels stay in Nukelia?"

"I don't know, and we probably won't be able to get back anytime soon."

Casca frowned as he answered.

They were also trapped in Nukelia.

After being trapped in the Red Sand World by Kabanha for eight days and nights, Kasgar did not receive any communication from the outside world from Yrel.

"However, due to the obstruction of that strange, crimson, demon-shaped creature, we may not be able to help you immediately."

"I understand. But what kind of monsters are those?"

Angron jumped up from the ground with curiosity: "Many gladiators say that it is a duel between angels and demons, which means that the day of judgment for this world is coming soon!"

"That's not to be taken seriously."

Kaska smiled helplessly: "I'm not entirely sure why they're here, but it might be related to your presence."

"Be careful not to be tempted by them, and while you are working for your fellow gladiators, never let your heart be consumed by anger."

"I'll keep your teachings in mind."

Angron bowed in the direction of Casca.

"It just so happens that the slave hunters were scattered by you during this time, so the angel and I will leave for a while to look for some clues to solve the mystery."

"A clue to solving the mystery?" Angron asked, somewhat puzzled. "Friend, where are you going?"

"Snowy mountains."

Casca looked up at the snow-capped northern mountains of Nukelia.

"Unfortunately, we arrived in a hurry and didn't even have a vehicle. We landed on the ground using an airdrop pod."

"It would be great if we could get some more Rand assault boats or something."

"Stepping onto the snow-capped mountain that is covered in snow all year round," Casca said with a smile.

"But I sense that you don't think that way at all."

The angel reluctantly placed him on the ground.

However, all of these are just extras.

Even the most powerful anti-gravity backpacks and speedboats are no match for an angel's embrace.

"So, what are you here to investigate?"

"Where did Angron land originally?"

"Ah."

Casca nodded: "There are too many suspicious things about Nukelia."

"Not only this world, but also that alien that calls itself Kabanha—why is it only targeting us, while remaining completely untouched by the human souls that make up the majority of the population in this world?"

Hard to understand.

To demons, human souls are like delicious snacks (the most delicious being those of the Eldar), as they devour human souls while simultaneously strengthening themselves.

It's hard to understand why Kabanha, a subordinate of Khorne, the evil god who is most strict about KPIs, would simply let go of such an unsuspecting human soul.

"Hmmm, is it possible that it's carrying out some deeper plan?"

"I can't rule out that possibility, which is why I came here to look for clues."

With the cultivation pod, we can retrieve the records on it to find out what happened to Angron and analyze why the Eldar were able to land on the surface of Nukelia.

Why can't Yrel, who is also an Aidaling, do the same?

Even if Angron conquers the entire planet, it will be in vain if the threats of Kabanhar and Khorne are not eliminated.

Faced with a cunning enemy lurking in the shadows, Casgar must find a way to break the blockade.

"If Angron's description is correct, his landing site is not far ahead."

The Primarch's memory ability is still reliable.

Casca thought to himself.

"Right there—"

Casca pointed to a patch of land where a huge pit had been carved into the rock.

"Let's see if those people actually have—"

The culture chamber remains in place.