I'm a magnetic field madman

He swung his sword and severed Angron's head!

"I don't need you to do anything. I gave you the 'seed' just to see what you could do! What the hell are you doubting? Do you think I'm one of Khorne's men? Or one of the Emperor's men?"

He planted Wu directly into the ground of the garden beneath his feet... The raging flames of resentment consumed all the corpses and flowers in the garden, while he gave the rising Angron the middle finger...

"I'm going to deal with Khorne right now. As for your emperor father, if he messes with me, I'll scrape his salted flesh off no matter what!"

The first thing Angron sensed from Bai Wujie's words was utter madness—that he had survived being dismembered!

There are many people in this world who dare to criticize emperors, and some even insult Khorne along with them.

But Angron was the first person he had ever met who dared to brandish his sword at Khorne in Khorne's domain, insult him, and also humiliate the Emperor.

Just like an ordinary person seeing an outlaw who defies authority, Angron actually felt a sense of awe for this behavior.

Yes, that's exactly how Angron's personality is.

He called himself a rebel and a breaker of slavery, but he never escaped the constraints of the "rules".

When he was still a slave gladiator, he was the Primarch and had the power to lead his brothers and sisters out of the arena, but he chose to stay here and willingly become a slave.

He "enjoyed" the cheers of the arena audience and from that moment on, he was bound by the rules of the arena, and did not even remember to resist.

Until he was forced to kill his comrade-in-arms, who was like a father to him...

He only began to "rebel" after he insulted the high-ranking knights and was subsequently nailed with the Butcher's Nail.

Rather than rebelling, it would be more accurate to say that Angron at that time was simply feeling utterly hopeless and then just fucking it.

What he did didn't even deserve to be called an uprising—

The name of the chapter "City Devourers" comes from something Angron himself did... He and his gladiator companions spent thirteen hours conquering a city, and then recklessly burned it to the ground, thus earning the name "City Devourers".

This behavior also meant that he received no help whatsoever in Nukelia, and all he saw on all sides were people coming to kill him and his brothers and sisters.

This attitude, along with his resentment towards the Emperor, extended to the Warhounds, and he renamed the legion the World Eaters...

He demanded that his offspring, like his brothers and sisters, conquer a world in thirteen hours or face eleven deaths... Even though he understood that worlds and cities were two different things, it didn't stop him from doing so.

The latter's motivation, besides his retaliatory self-destructive behavior, stemmed from the fact that Angron was never one to rebel against authority.

His personality, like his inherent abilities, is actually that of a docile, even submissive, person.

When working for the Emperor, he didn't dare to directly attack him with the World Eaters. Working for Khorne was even less of a concern; with his soul taken, there was no possibility of resistance.

He did resist, though. When the Emperor, with no regard for human sensibility, used psychic energy to transfer him to the flagship, forcing him to abandon his brothers and sisters, the berserk Angron attacked the Emperor... He was only subdued by the Emperor's psychic energy after killing a member of the Imperial Guard.

Then, the emperor threw him into the ranks of the war dogs—as if he couldn't wait to get rid of a debt.

This was Angron's only attempt to defy the Emperor... and after that, Angron never laid a hand on the Emperor again.

Why? Doesn't he hate? No, of course he hates. The longer Anglon lives, the deeper his hatred for the Emperor and the Empire becomes!

But he did not choose revenge because Angron was already used to submission in his bones—this is what it means to be submissive. Difficulties and torments can temper a person or make a person's bones forever accustomed to submission, and that was the case with Angron.

The history of enslavement in his early years had already broken Angron's bones. He was not Spartacus; he was just a slave whose bones had been bent and who did not know how to resist.

If this were a lawless madman like Bai Wujie, and you dared to treat him like this, he would find an opportunity to run all the way back to the Solar Starfield with the Whirlwind Torpedo—either I'll be beaten to death by you, or I'll make you regret not killing me sooner!

This gladiator rebel from Nukelia was, in fact, a person whose very being was labeled a slave.

27. Facing the God of War

Throughout Angron's miserable life, all those he served treated him as a slave.

He was a slave in Nukelia, and he was a slave under the Emperor—it made no difference to Angron. In his eyes, he was just killing for the purposes of one or a group of slave owners.

Whether it has great significance is not important to Angron... He doesn't have that many ambitions, and he doesn't have the same aspirations as his other Primarch brothers who can look to a bright future.

He was actually quite like Vulcan and Chagatai, both living in reality and in the present. But he didn't have the good fortune of Vulcan and Chagatai; his tragic birth destined him to be a slave for life.

The only moments he could truly claim as free were when he rebelled against his rulers.

Whether it was rebelling against the High Knights with his gladiator companions in Nukelia, or leading the World Eaters and Horus in a great rebellion, only these two periods in Angron's life could be considered truly free.

But this was extremely difficult, because at that time he was still being tormented and controlled by the Butcher's Nail.

So-called freedom is actually still freedom that is dominated and enslaved by the butcher's nail.

If Angron were truly given his freedom, what choice would he make?

No one knows the answer to this question. Perhaps those who knew Angron’s original character and abilities would feel sorry for the loss of a Primarch who should have been as good and great as Vulcan and Sanguis—but that Angron is long gone.

Even if Butcher's Nail is gone, so what?

Angron's personality has long been permanently altered by enslavement and slaughter. No one's personality remains unchanged forever, not even the Primarch.

Bai Wujie knew how pathetic Anglong was, but he had no intention of doing anything that amounted to pointless redemption.

They redeemed Angron, and then what? Throw him back to the Emperor and the Empire, so he can continue to be an unhappy tool for the Emperor, and continue to fight unhappily for the future of humanity?

Such grand ambitions can only be used to make Primarchs like Guilliman, who also have sufficient vision, willingly serve him. In the eyes of Primarchs like Angron and Peturabo, they don't care about the future of humanity.

Maturity doesn't necessarily mean taking on greater responsibilities; at least Bai Wujie prefers people who live for themselves, even selfishly.

more importantly--

He also wanted to see how much fun a free Angron could bring him.

The story of the Primarch's rebellion has already happened once, but White Boundary really wants to see a rebellion that takes place within the Empire, led by a rebellious Primarch who has returned, and is purely an internal human rebellion without the interference of any evil god.

After all, the entire human empire itself was like a rotting corpse, a world riddled with festering sores, and the flames of rebellion were never lacking.

Hehehe, okay, this is just Bai Wujie, a reckless madman, wanting to have some fun.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Angron growled.

"What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" Bai Wujie mocked.

"I'm giving you a seed of power just to see what you'll accomplish."

"Purpose? Angron, while you're still fixated on this immediate purpose... you're nothing but a pathetic creature who has always trapped himself in the status of a slave."

"Some people in this world will stop at nothing to achieve their goals, while others will stop at nothing to achieve their goals."

He approached Angron and suddenly grabbed Angron by the neck. The Primarch's soul roared in fury, instinctively trying to break free and resist, but he couldn't.

Angron sensed that a power he had never understood had been bestowed upon this soul.

At the same time, he gained an additional anchor point, an anchor point in the real universe.

Meanwhile, the connection with the demon prince Angron gradually faded.

Angron understood that he faced a choice: continue being the demon prince of Khorne, or embark on an unknown journey that he himself did not know.

Choosing the unknown path will cause him to lose everything the Primarch once possessed—

The sacrifice that was once the Primarch possessed became the demon prince named Angron... and now, his soul will have the possibility of a fresh start.

There is no such thing as reincarnation in this world. In other words, all the actions of mortal beings descending into the sea of ​​souls in the warp are actually the actions of warp creatures seizing and controlling the body—the Empire calls them living saints, while the Chaos calls them demon hosts.

In essence, what Angron is trying to do is the same thing.

Bai Wujie will randomly send his soul to a world within the Empire... In return, Angron will lose all the qualities he once possessed as the Primarch, even the weight of his soul.

In other words, if this possession ends in death, Angron will completely lose everything.

With a mortal soul, he returned to the sea of ​​souls in the warp, powerless and destitute, to the endless waves.

Of course, the most difficult thing is to entrust one's fate to an enemy one does not trust.

Angron's eyes were fixed on Bai Wujie. Suddenly, he slowly released the black sword from his hand, letting it fall and shatter, revealing his blood-stained teeth as he grinned maliciously...

"Come on over!"

Angron chose an unknown path.

He no longer wanted to be a slave to Khorne, nor did he want to be a slave to the Emperor. Even if he could be exonerated, Angron would never fight for that so-called empire!

He had begun to agree with Bai Wujie's statement: if he was a god... then this chaotic god who would never ask his believers to do anything, or even need believers at all, was someone he, Anglong, would believe!

"I'd love to see how much fun you'll bring me!"

Bai Wujie laughed as he crushed Angron's soul! But he preserved the crucial parts, Angron's memories and personality, sealing the excess fragments of evil within his black sword!

Then, he hurled that tiny soul, along with the black sword, out of the crimson kingdom of Khorne, through the torrents of warp amidst Khorne's roar, and into some part of the physical universe.

The Primarch has been taken away!

This is an absolutely unacceptable loss for the Four Gods!

These were limited edition figurines that only one of each of the four of them could get, and someone just threw them away like that!

Khorne was furious, extremely furious!

Or rather, he is never without anger.

But he's too busy to go and bring Angron back now.

What lay before him was a war that pleased Khorne far more than anything else—a war of joy and battle he had almost never experienced since he sat on the bronze throne!

The last time Khorne personally engaged in combat was when he was fighting Slaanesh for Bloodhand Kane!

A soul that tore apart all his great demons and demon princes, a conqueror and destroyer from another world, a fool who tried to challenge the throne of the Blood God!

Okay, very good, excellent!

He will defeat this arrogant fool, devour him, and make him the strongest and only destroyer under his command!

Then, he will unleash an end that destroys everything—or rather, in countless improbable circumstances, he will be defeated and devoured.

Whatever! The Blood God doesn't care about any of that! Only the thrill of tearing enemies apart, the bloodlust of slaughter, and the reality of survival of the fittest are the only things the Blood God cares about!

As the entire Khorne domain trembled, the Khorne Garden beneath Bai Wujie's feet slowly withered and crumbled.

Before him lay the ultimate realm.

The colossal skull palace of Khorne stands here, the air thick with the coppery stench of thousands of slaughterhouses, the dampness of entrails seeming to dye the skin crimson.

Eight massive stone pillars stand all around, extending from a carpet covered with skulls to an obsidian dome!

In the center of the palace, that magnificent figure was so dazzling that even Bai Wujie felt a deep sense of awe.

A mountain of skulls, piled higher and higher with each sacrifice offered by Khorne's followers. And atop this terrifying mountain of skulls stands a colossal bronze throne.

The figure on the throne is the embodiment of all the killing in this world!

His image in this world of thought is terrifying and horrifying!

A colossal, humanoid god with blood-red skin, clad in a finely crafted plate armor...

The plate armor was engraved with rolling runes and various faces that shrieked in agony.

A huge winged helmet was placed on his head to conceal his inhuman, roaring, twisted face, a horrifying symbol of the countless deaths and victors in war!

He gripped a weapon tightly in his hand—perhaps a demonic sword, or some other weapon. Whatever it was, anything in this world capable of causing slaughter and destruction was the Blood God's favorite!

Boom...

The trembling and shaking occurred simultaneously with the collapse of the countless skulls supporting the brass throne. The god of war slowly raised his weapon from his throne and swung it down heavily!

A terrifying blow, delivered in a mere instant that cannot be detected!

It swept across the entire Kingdom of Khorne, tore open the Brass Fortress, destroyed the Hellfire Forge, and carved a gap across countless distances in the Chaos Wasteland!

But what happened to Bai Wujie, who faced this attack head-on?

This is bad. Even though his soul has already stepped into the threshold of the ultimate powerhouse, this sword strike almost killed him!

The mad shark in his hand was completely shattered, leaving only the broken Demon Wu struggling to hold on. More importantly, the trillions of killing echoes from that sword strike nearly drove him insane!

He almost, almost completely succumbed to the will of the Blood God!

But no. At the edge of the cliff, he didn't fall; instead, he stood up again.

With a sinister grin, he looked at the figure on the crimson throne, resolutely raised his Demonic Enlightenment, and at the same time, activated a power he had never used since entering this place, roaring as he slashed at the Blood God!

Yes, only in this way can it be considered a trial, and only by completing it in this way can one be qualified to become the ultimate powerhouse who is of the same origin as the universe!

Come, God of War, kill me, or be killed by me!

A magnetic field rotating with a power of 300 trillion—the peerless demonic blade!

On the wasteland, terrifying subspace power surged from the gap blasted open by the Blood God's sword. After entering the Blood God's domain, it transformed into surging fire and blood plasma. Countless souls were forcibly dragged into this place and forced to watch the Blood God's ultimate battle while wailing!

Among them was someone who was in Nurgle Garden just a moment ago.