I'm a magnetic field madman

Fugen wasn't exactly a germaphobe, but he would absolutely never want to do butterfly stroke in a cesspool. It had nothing to do with perfection; it was purely a physiological aversion as a human being!

But how could Mortarion survive for ten thousand years in such an environment?

Fugen thought carefully about the perpetually unhappy Mortalian from his fabricated memories, and then imagined him covered in the graffiti of his thesis. He shook his head, dropping his opinion of Mortalian by another level.

“Someone has to find the people on this ship,” Fugen said righteously.

“Unlike us, the force of the rotating magnetic field allows us to move away from the warship, but they can’t. Angron, think about the bigger picture.”

"Stop talking nonsense, let's play rock-paper-scissors!" Angron said menacingly.

"One round determines the winner; you can only make one move, and you are not allowed to change your hand gesture!"

It was fair, but also incredibly unreasonable. Fugen sighed and actually started playing rock-paper-scissors with Anglon, and the result—naturally—Anglon lost.

"grass!"

Cursing under his breath, Angron, his face full of gloom, had no choice but to obediently carry out his plan.

With a roar from Angron, he swooped down like a torpedo toward the End, and almost at the same time...

The dark green cannon fire from the End's cannons tore through like spears of light!

Angron didn't want to take the attack head-on. To be honest, although he wanted to try using magnetic force to withstand the main gun of the warship, he didn't seem to have the luxury of doing so.

What's more, this is Nurgle's flagship; even touching it for a second would make Angron feel unclean.

He decisively dodged the attack of the light spear with a speed that was almost like a space jump—no, that was a space jump, because even without the original body, his understanding of the power of the anti-gravity realm was beyond imagination!

Moreover, as he grips the black sword, he is gradually embracing his unbearable past—and reclaiming everything that belonged to the Primarch!

Having arrived above the End, Angron, whose body had already reached a height of five meters, raised his black sword without hesitation and charged downwards!

A frigate was blocking Angron's path, and with a powerful strike—

"Seven hundred and fifty thousand bolts of power - The Sword of Red Sand!!"

Using a name he made up arbitrarily, Angron's roaring attack directly blasted the escort ship, which was over ten kilometers long, to pieces!

The warship, teeming with filthy growths and shrouded in a tide of corruption, was instantly sliced ​​open. The engulfing flames and shockwaves from the subsequent explosion further engulfed the warship, leaving Typhon on the Endless in disbelief.

"By loving Father, what exactly is it—"

A gurgling sound came from the mucus-filled throat... Typhons even wondered if his brain had really been eaten away by the plague bees, why was he seeing such a ridiculous scene!

"Haha, that was awesome, let's do it again!"

Bathed in the fiery clouds of the exploding warship, Angron continued his descent amidst extreme maniacal laughter and joy, while his body, imbued with magnetic power, was transformed into a burning meteor by the incredibly fierce cannon fire of the Endship!

Gripping the black sword tightly forward, and engulfed in flames, Angron struck the Endship's side...

His bombardment caused a massive shockwave directly on the End's Void Shield!

Yes, that's it, that's fucking how it should be!!

Angron laughed wildly, unable to contain his joy! He felt the fiery clouds from the exploding warship, and the happiness of not caring about anyone or anything, only needing to single-handedly destroy everyone!

What is freedom? This is what the hell is called freedom!

He single-handedly annihilated an entire army!

The warship carrying the Destroyer Plague was engulfed in flames, and the creatures that once represented Nurgle's blessing and attention were now burning alongside the warship on this galactic arm.

Countless warships and aircraft guarding the End were blasted apart by the unrestrained magnetic field force, along with the Death Guards inside.

As it turns out, any military tactic is a ridiculous trick when faced with an individual with overwhelming power.

The Death Guard's commonly used contamination tactics and offensive strategies appear utterly ineffective against a relentlessly attacking Angron.

Faced with Angron's relentless attack, Typhons did his utmost to command the warships to counterattack!

However, compared to the tiny Angron, the End is so enormous, and this enormous size becomes a symbol of its powerlessness!

Even if the End has many weapons that can actually harm Angron... what difference does it make if the weapons can't hit?

The “tiny” Angron can unleash destructive power no less than that of a warship… The massive End is simply a target for him that doesn’t need aiming.

For the weapons on the Ender, hitting a five-meter-high target in space is simply too much to ask.

Typhons was frantic! He brandished his human harvesters, commanding the plague bees that flew out of his hive, but to no avail.

He could only watch helplessly as Angron relentlessly attacked the Void Shield!

At this moment, Typhons finally recognized Angron—the demonic archetype who had escaped from the Blood God's domain, the one whose whereabouts were unknown, but who had truly gained freedom from the clutches of the evil god!

Where did he get such great power from?

Typhons couldn't understand. He was a psyker, and he prided himself on his extensive knowledge of the demonic Primarch. But he swore that his "father," Mortarion's power was nothing compared to this mad Angron!

If Angron had Khorne backing him up, that would be one thing... but now even Khorne is ignoring him, so where does Angron's power come from?

Quack!!

The violent tremors made Typhons unsteady on his feet... but he understood that this was a reaction to the impending collapse of the Void Shield, which was no longer able to transfer the impact on the main body of the warship to the warp.

Now that things have come to this, what else can Typhons do? Even if he's unwilling, he has to find someone to help him!

"Motalian, help me!"

His voice pierced through the void and reached the ears of his genetic father... However, Mortarion's response to the voice was quite direct.

Despair mycelium formed the image of Mortarion before Typhon, his Fly King wings fluttering slightly, as if expressing the joy of this father of genes.

“I cannot go, Typhons. I am under orders from a higher authority.”

Mortarian spoke with great patience, but the answer he received was exactly the same as the one he had given when he commanded Typhons.

“I am Nurgle’s chosen one, the only demonic Primarch. And you, Typhons, you are merely his mortal forerunner. And now, I must strive for a greater cause, and have no time to save you.”

Typhons let out an angry screech.

The beehives attached to his body emitted thick toxic fumes.

He wielded his mortal reaper, severing the stem of the fungus that formed the image of Mortarion.

Mortarian laughed wildly as the phantom pain spread through the warp to him, yet he was utterly delighted!

It seems that Typhons, his first company commander, was particularly pleased by the death of his genetic son.

"Is that so? Then let's bring it on!" Typhon roared, brandishing his scythe.

"Primarchs are all spoiled brats! If that's the case, then witness true courage and loyalty!!"

boom!

The terrifying tremors resounded once again, and this time, the frantic wailing of the End Ship conveyed a horrifying truth!

Angron finally breached the Void Shield, and the undead warships corrupted by the Rust Plague were freed!

But instead of attacking the End, they flew directly towards Macurag!

Have they already assumed they pose no threat?

Have they already considered him and the Death Guard to be a bunch of dead people?

Typhons was driven to near madness by grief and anger, yet he could not stop the madman from starting to dismantle his flagship!

He could only watch helplessly as it all happened!

First, the ship's armor, which was covered by layers of thick chitinous shells and biomass, was instantly vaporized by the burning magnetic field, revealing the remaining adamantite layer inside, which was then torn apart!

Next came the warship's deck, where the sections of the warship that had been replaced by layers of sphincter-like material were completely burned to the ground by the disgusting Angron!

The life support system was completely destroyed, the ammunition depot exploded instantly, and the explosion and spinning debris spewed out behind Angron. The crew of the End, those twisted abominations that were almost completely integrated with the warship, were also sucked into the void due to the depressurization caused by the damage to the warship!

It didn't take Angron long to fight his way from one end of the End Ship to the other, and he completely dismantled the End Ship's skeleton from its basic structure!

If this ship hadn't been permeated with the power of the Warp Destroyer, making it more like a living being, Angron's single piercing would have been enough to completely disintegrate it!

This was not a war at all; it was an outright massacre!

As a powerful individual, he utterly annihilates the weak!

"Huron, do it now!!"

Typhon screamed for Huron's help, not even expecting Huron to save him... but at least to destroy the End and the monster together!

He wanted to demonstrate his final loyalty to his loving father—to prove that he was the child who loved his father the most!

However, the Black King ignored the demands of Nurgle's chosen ones.

He stared at the frenzied figure amidst the flames of the destroyed warship and decisively gave the order to run away!

"Retreat immediately, right now!!"

Even if leaving this area shrouded by the warp storm might mean they were immediately overwhelmed by the fleet that came to the aid of the king from the five hundred worlds of Alteramar, Huron didn't want to stay in this cursed place for even a second longer!

Moreover, Huron couldn't think of a way to deal with Angron—how do you deal with someone who single-handedly destroyed a warship?

That's an opponent for whom no tactics can work; the sheer violence of an individual makes all the efforts of the group look like those of a clown!

Huron's orders were absolute, and what's more, Angron's performance had already frightened those Red Pirates who thought they could regain their honor in Macragge.

They did want to rush into Macurag and wreak havoc, while also showing the Empire that they were all trash, but not to the point of being reckless!

As for betraying their allies? Ha! They're not on the same page as the Chaos warlords of the Eye of Dread. They're rebelling, but that doesn't mean they've joined the Chaos. Even if they had, they would never be slaves to the Chaos Gods!

Moreover, Huron had already been tested—his body hadn't suffered any problems when he hadn't helped Typhons before…

This suggests that the Lord of Change who saved him did not care whether he would wholeheartedly assist the two Primarchs in achieving their own goals.

Perhaps the Lord of Changes was always an enemy of Nurgle, and wouldn't mind sabotaging him at such a crucial moment, or perhaps...

Huron decided to stop thinking about these secrets of the gods.

He only glanced one last time at Angron, who was wreaking havoc, his eyes burning with the flames of ambition.

The Primarch's power... he'll get it sooner or later!

Meanwhile, Angron, who had completely ravaged the End, finally arrived in front of Typhons.

His entire body was engulfed in magnetic flames more intense than the blazing sun, constantly burning and purifying the surrounding filth and impurities, so that even Typhon's swarm of bees could not get close.

"Angron!! You have betrayed the blessings bestowed upon you by the Chaos Gods!"

Typhons roared in fury, gripping the Mortal Reaper as if it would grant him boundless courage.

“Cowardly fools, like Mortarian, come before me, for true loyalty is unacceptable—”

Unfortunately, Angron had no time to waste chatting with him—others were one thing, but Nurgle? Just looking at him would cost him a day's worth of food!

boom!!

Without any warning, the fully prepared Typhon was instantly vaporized by Angron's slap, leaving a huge gash in front of the End.

Without hesitation, Angron rushed out of the disgusting ship, watching it burn and disintegrate in the void, while Angron's gaze was already locked on the area below Macurag.

There, he sensed the presence of more than one "old acquaintance".

“Luo Jia…”

He sensed that his fallen brother was there, hiding himself, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Yes, since it's about making things difficult for Guilliman, how could Loka miss out?

Angron whispered his brother's name, his tone incredibly complex, a mixture of hatred and a complex emotion between brothers.

Because he couldn't tell whether he should hate Luo Jia or continue to regard him as his brother.

Undoubtedly, it was Logar's act of elevating Angron to demonic status that caused his suffering to linger for ten thousand years, yet Logar did it in order to save himself...

Even if he had the intention to use him, Loka was probably the only "brother" he had during the entire Great Expedition and Great Rebellion.

"Forget it, let them all die!!"

Angron's hesitation lasted only a second before he forgot about it and flew towards Macurag, cursing under his breath.

Regardless, let's just do it first and talk about it later!

95. The fall of Macurag

"Has the reinforcement arrived yet?"

Outside the towering Hel Fortress, Marius Augustus Calgar, the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, the Guardian of Great Alteramar, and Lord of Macragge, asked in a weary voice...

His power gauntlets were covered in bits of flesh and corpses from his enemies...