Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

“Angron, your bravery has earned my favor.”

He smiled and praised, "Your wisdom and your anger are equally fierce, I must admit. My army always welcomes a warrior like you to join us."

"Who are you anyway?"

Angron did not answer the question, but stared intently at the other person, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

"Great conqueror, emperor, you are worthy of your loyalty."

"Join us, and a world of greater possibilities and riches await your conquest. Only then will you realize how ridiculous your stubborn and foolish ideas were."

He said so.

“I don’t know you. There has never been a governor in Nukelia, and there won’t be any high-ranking knights in the future.”

"I have always been a free man. If you want me to work for slave owners..."

Although the governor spoke nicely, his true nature of wanting Angron to serve him remained unchanged.

Angron, however, would never associate with slave owners!

Seeing that Anglon refused, the governor was not angry at all; on the contrary, he even had a look of delight on his face.

He's a tough guy.

“I do not wish to use Butcher’s Nail on you. You have already proven your wisdom in battle against the high knights. I need a brave and resourceful warrior more than a foolish beast.”

"Not only will your gladiator brothers and sisters be released, but you yourself will also regain your freedom and volunteer to fight under my command, leading eight legions to defeat enemies on all sides."

"But if you remain obstinate, in the end the butcher's nail will forever be a prison of your anger."

"You will kill the person you care about most in a daze. You will become a beast that knows only anger, my most loyal war hound, to tear apart anything that dares to stand in your way."

The governor glanced at him: "Angron, don't disappoint me."

A vicious scheme, but it was effective.

They brought up the gladiators, who were of Angron's greatest importance, as bargaining chips.

At the same time, he used the Butcher's Nail to completely block his escape route.

Even if Angron were to die, he couldn't achieve it; this was the best effect the governor wanted to achieve.

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Angron hesitated.

His gaze fell upon the elderly gladiator Onomamus beside him.

As Angron's long-time teacher and pillar of support, at this moment, all that remained in his gaze towards Angron was guilt.

"Angron, I'm sorry."

"Onomamus?"

"We've dragged you down."

He and the other gladiators, as Angron's family, have always been an indispensable soft spot in his heart.

As long as they are still around, even if Angron has the Butcher's Nail in his head, he will still be able to maintain a considerable degree of clarity.

"Why do you say that, Onomamus?"

Anglong responded with a smile: "I never said I intended to give up."

"I will rescue you again, no matter whether we face a high-ranking knight or an archon next."

"I will lead you all to regain your freedom!"

As he spoke, the layers of shackles imposed on Angron shattered instantly. Almost in an instant, Angron broke free and swung the broken metal strips in his hand, hacking down at the governor's head.

It's now!

Angron had been waiting for this moment, the moment when he could wield his axe against the supreme ruler.

His final act of revenge.

Even the Butcher's Nail and death can never stop Angron's desire to break free from all shackles!

But his final blow failed to work.

"This"

With a heavy thud, Angron stared in disbelief at what was happening before him, unable to utter a sound.

"Surprised, Angron?"

The governor said this with a hint of sarcasm.

It wasn't him who was able to stop Angron's sneak attack. If it had been the governor who had taken it down with his own strength, Angron might have felt better.

But reality is often more bizarre and more unexpected than Anglon anticipated.

It was the slaves who stopped the assassination attempt on the consul.

To be precise, it refers to the gladiators whom Angron considered family.

They stood before Anglon, their eyes filled with mocking smiles, surrounding the governor behind them.

At the same time, in the sky above Nukelia.

"Desia is right ahead! Angron and the others are being held captive on that other side of the red sand beach, I can see them!"

Kaska pointed happily to the red beach in the distance.

There, he saw Angron about to be judged on the red sand.

Not only that, Casgar also seemed to see a person standing in front of Angron's enormous prison wagon.

A person wearing brass-colored armor.

hiss--

In that instant, Kasga felt his heartbeat accelerate to an unimaginable speed, and then instantly return to normal.

Then, an indescribable anger and hatred filled Casca's heart.

(Stress)

“I saw it too, Angron doesn’t seem to be in very good condition.”

"We need to hurry."

The angel replied, "And what do you mean by that play you mentioned?"

"Alright then, angel, let's get straight to the point."

"There are no humans left on this planet."

As a planet that was once submerged in the warp and is now being dragged back into the warp, everything on Nukelia is beyond human comprehension.

Even humans are not actually humans in the traditional sense.

Instead, they are a group of half-demon creatures with human souls.

Why did the Emperor only teleport Angron out in the original story, and ignore the seemingly reasonable request to "rescue my brothers and sisters as well"?

Because it's all fake.

Angron's brothers and sisters never existed in the real world; they were...

But how could the Emperor explain this? As the propagator of the Empire's truth, could he tell Angron that a demon called Khorne exists in the world, and that his brothers and sisters are merely a pawn in His grand scheme, and that they don't actually exist?

They're all just imaginary friends!

Upon hearing this, Angron would probably activate Butcher's Nail on the spot.

So the emperor used his traditional skill—

It was left unresolved.

I'll kick you straight into the flagship of the War Dogs, and let you have your chat.

"You can probably think of it as a kind of alien with assimilation capabilities, capable of assimilating humans into alien creatures of the same kind, which is extremely dangerous."

The angels had encountered this type of assimilation alien before during the Great Crusade, so they were naturally not surprised.

Since everything on this planet is controlled by Khorne, he manipulates a group of Khorne's loyal followers as role-playing members. Their communication with Angron is often purposeful, in order to lead him into a deeper abyss.

Rather than being a natural evolution on the planet, it is more like part of some kind of "great game".

Everything they did on Nukelia was merely to complement the young Anglon in performing a carefully prepared play.

"What's that? A Casca?"

"What exactly is this play you're referring to?"

The story of rebellion that once took place on Holy Terra.

Its name is——

Spartacus

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Why did you stop me when I was killing the slave owner?! Why?!"

Angron could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes.

Those who stayed by his side through the darkest times, those gladiator brothers and sisters who sustained him through their blood, would one day turn against him with swords!

All for the sake of a damned slave owner's head!

"Want to know why, Angron?"

The consul seemed to be enjoying the pain he was suffering from betrayal: "For all the pain you have endured, all the struggles you have had, are just part of a great game."

"Your escape from Desia, the establishment of your base, the incorporation of your personnel, and your counterattack are all under our control."

“You have never been free, Angron.”

"Do not!!!"

Unable to accept all of this, Angron unleashed a power he had never imagined before, and in a fit of rage, he pushed away his brothers and sisters who were surrounding him.

"I am going to kill you!!!"

He raised his arms high, and even his teeth aimed at a soft spot on the other man's face, using every means of attack he could muster to harm the governor.

But the other party only gave a look.

An invisible pressure descended upon Angron in an instant, slamming him to the ground from his leap.

At the same time, countless streams of red light, flowing like liquid, coiled around him, imprisoning him in place, unable to break free.

"Accept your fate, Angron."

The consul spoke again, but this time his voice had changed.

It was as if they were speaking in the most brutal yet glorious accent of warriors, in a desolate wilderness that had been conquered for countless years.

You will always be my

Blood God

Lord of the Skull

The King of Brass

"Slaves."

Along with the word "I," countless names for "I" followed, filling Angron's mind in an instant.

It angered him and made him impulsive.

"You want to tear those traitors to shreds, don't you?"

"You possess this power, and you possess this strength. Believe me, as long as you—"

"Ugh, annoying little flies."

Halfway through his speech, the governor suddenly looked up at the horizon.

"Something that won't leave you alone"

He watched as the angels and Casca rushed toward him from the horizon.

He decided to stop playing house.