Warhammer 40k: Collector of Terra

Chapter 63 The Furious Lord of Red Sand
In the state of [War Rage], Angron's already scarce sanity will be further reduced!
In exchange, Prince Khorne's combat effectiveness will increase exponentially depending on the intensity of the battle.

The furious Angron put great pressure on the Imperial Regent. Coupled with the interference of the [Great Unclean One], Prince Tzeentch and Lorgar... the Imperial Regent was inevitably at a disadvantage.

If this disadvantage is allowed to continue to expand, even the [Imperial Regent] will not be able to escape the fate of falling into the hands of betrayers.

There was a sinister smile on Luojia's face that was branded with chaos runes!This despicable traitor seemed to have seen the Imperial Regent being torn to pieces by Angron.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is often very skinny.

The malice from the Chaos Gods has indeed put the Imperial Regent in deep danger!But the last thing the gods should do is to let Angron and Lorgar appear on this battlefield at the same time.

The stance barrier inspired by [Holy Armor] resisted the witchcraft from Prince Tzeentch!The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with spiritual energy, swung away Angron's chain axe, which exuded the bloody smell.

After the blow, the Imperial Regent quickly distanced himself from Angron!Before the next wave of the Khorne Prince's attack arrived, Gawain spoke an ancient and distant word.

【Nutheria】! ! !
Prince Khorne's progress stalled slightly, but then, the blood-red monster fell into even greater fury.

Nusria was the only world that Angron failed to conquer, and it was also the source of the Red Sand Lord's eternal rage.

Shortly after the [Unification War] ended, a strange subspace storm swept across the experimental field below the Terra Palace.

The 21 Primarchs created by the Emperor for the Great Crusade were thrown to all corners of the galaxy by this strange storm.

The place where young Angron descended was a world of slavery called Nusria.

Angron has been fighting in the dueling arena for as long as he can remember!
Angron hated killing and death, but what accompanied him every day... was only endless killing and death.

Angron wants to change this deformed world all the time!

Finally, on the day he came of age, the Lord of Red Sand led the oppressed gladiators to launch an uprising.

The angry gladiators broke the chains, killed the slave owners in the arena with crude weapons, and tried to hang the nobles who regarded human life as playthings from the street lamps.

But how can gladiators compare with the well-equipped army of nobles?

It is conceivable that the uprising ended in failure!

But the gladiators did not regret it, because they had already tasted the extremely fragrant breath of [freedom].

Angron decided to die with the gladiators, but at that moment... a fleet from the Lord of Men descended on Nusria.

The Emperor took the Primarch Angron away, but left the gladiators behind.

Angron became the hero who led the empire to launch the Great Crusade, but far away in Nusria...he was always called a "coward" contemptuously by slave owners and nobles.

It was precisely because of the emperor's indifference and ruthlessness that he laid the groundwork for the [Lord of the Red Sand] to launch a rebellion later on.

The painful memories on Nusria made Angron fall into a deeper rage!
Angron, who had already lost his mind, roared and charged towards the Imperial Regent!The terrifying power of the Demon Prince is even enough to overturn a "Poison Blade" super-heavy tank.

But Gawain did not intend to confront Angron head-on.The Imperial Regent deftly dodged Angron's slashes, and at the same time told the secret that made the original Word Bearers Lorgar break into a cold sweat:

"Angron, did Lorgar ever tell you... what was the sacrifice that elevated you to the rank of Demon Prince thousands of years ago?"

"No, of course he didn't tell you!" The Imperial Regent stepped on the body of a Word Bearer and looked at Lorgar with a look full of mockery, "Because he didn't dare, that coward was afraid of suffering. furious!"

The words of the imperial regent seemed to awaken the remaining humanity in Angron!
Under the shocked gazes of the betrayers and demonic entities, Prince Khorne, immersed in eternal rage, slowly put down the chain ax in his hand.

The [Butcher's Nail] rooted in Angron's brain emitted a harsh buzz. This abominable creation tried to drive Prince Khorne into rage again through endless pain.

But Angron did not become furious due to pain as usual...

This ferocious red monster just stared at the Imperial Regent with its eyes filled with madness and anger.

"What on earth is the sacrifice?" Angron's voice was crazy and hoarse.

"Of course everything above Nusria! Including... the group of gladiators who fought with you against the aristocratic rule." There was a hint of compassion in the words of the imperial regent.

"Everything has become a tribute to the evil god! Khorne enjoyed the offerings of blood and death, and drank in the unyielding and rage that filled the gladiator's soul..."

"As for the last remaining soul fragment, it will return to Luojia's hands!"

The Imperial Regent paused for a moment, and then the words he spoke completely ignited Angron's fury.

"Angron, you and Lorgar participated in the Horus Heresy together! You should know very well what will happen to those soul fragments if they fall into Lorgar's hands!"

The Butcher's Nail rooted in Angron's brain began to tremble again!
Pain like a tide hit the remaining sanity of Prince Khorne, and amidst the madness and pain...a memory deliberately hidden by some kind of witchcraft slowly emerged.

The Imperial Regent did not lie!
Thousands of years ago, the souls of gladiators who should have been filled with freedom and hope had been sacrificed by the evil Word Bearers to the evil gods deep in the subspace.

Even at the last moment before being devoured by the evil god, the gladiators were still telling the words that Angron had inspired them.

"We were born in darkness, grew up in darkness...but we will eventually die in freedom!"

The ancient voice that seemed to reverberate in his soul made Angron's eyes split with rage.

"Luojia, I will cut you into pieces!!!!"

The earth of Macragge trembled as Angron roared!

Several huge cracks appeared on the solid earth, and bloody flames exuding a sulfurous smell spurted out from the cracks, almost submerging the entire world in the furious blood fire.

More than three figures of [Word Bearers] were burned to ashes by the scorching blood fire!But this could not reduce Angron's anger at all.

"Angron, are you crazy?" The frightened Lorgar tried to comfort Prince Khorne with bewitching words:
(End of this chapter)