Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 670 Angron: Nukolia's Slave, Freedom and Liberation!
Ron could sense that the evil will within the corrupted Angron's body was slowly receding, and that terrifying power was gone.

"It seems those warp parasites have retreated. Perhaps they chickened out, or perhaps they're dealing with the remnants of divine holy energy..."

He thought to himself.

That was an inevitable result. Because he was too cowardly, the Chaos Gods were unsure whether he could continue to feed them "dung".

Or perhaps we could directly detonate the youth version of the Golden Throne and the Emperor's skeleton, inflicting even more damage upon them.

Therefore, withdrawing the will from Angron and severing the channel is the option that minimizes losses.

This also allows for the timely removal of sacred remnants within the domain, preventing further damage.

Nourishing~
The jets on Ron's armed mechanical arm turned crimson under overload and then detached.

The plunger is ruined and cannot be used again in the short term.

At this moment, the demonized Angron, who was foaming at the mouth, suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no longer any wisdom in them, only madness.

The Chaos Gods made a final attempt, unleashing their last evil power as their will retreated.

They hoped that this mad beast would cause more destruction to the Savior, and that it would be best if it could damage the Savior's armor.

This will also allow the Chaos Array to continue operating, enabling it to complete its final closure.

Ron, seeing the crazed look in those eyes, immediately became wary.

Even though I know my chances of winning are very high, I still have to be cautious to avoid an unexpected setback.

Moreover, this chaotic array covering the entire star field has reached its final stage.

“Those warp parasites are gambling that this beast can hold out until the end and allow the chaos array to spread completely.”

Ron suddenly had this idea.

The previous high-intensity output of divine and holy energy had made the mechanical restraints extremely fragile, and the demonized Angron suddenly broke free, almost overturning the armor.

He immediately raised his mechanical arm to defend himself, and several force fields rose up.

The next moment, the demonized Angron charged forward wildly, and the collision generated a violent shockwave.

The subspace of this casting platform has deepened further, and the space has become even more chaotic, as if it were pieced together.

Ron, controlling his weapon, grappled with the demonized Angron, tumbling down the spiraling brass staircase, the scenery outside constantly shifting.

They are falling into a chaotic space, skimming over the edges of one unknown region after another.

Boom——

He and the demonized Angron crashed into an unknown plain, which was filled with operating furnace machines and various vehicle wrecks.

You can even see the collapsed Titan.

"This is the abandoned Chaos Factory, Vashtor's?"

Ron casually set up a psionic beacon, never expecting to get a Chaos Factory for free while fighting.

Then the demonized Angron came crashing down like a meteorite falling from the burning sky.

Steam rose in the air.

The two behemoths swung their fists, grabbed vehicle wreckage, and smashed it against each other. Their clash destroyed row after row of pistons, leaving behind twitching machinery and convulsing muscles.

The activated engines screamed, and the subspace torrent spread.

"This one's in the bag..."

Ron skillfully withstood the attacks of the demonized Angron, remaining unmoved.

Through the recent exchange, I have come to understand the beast's true nature and attack patterns.

Madness can never triumph over wisdom, especially when the two sides are evenly matched.

In the original timeline, the lion defeated Angron through wisdom, and so did he.

Ron took a deep breath to calm himself down and waited for the next wave of attacks from the demonized Angron.

In the subspace vision, the beast's silhouette was fiery red and bright, filled with light and heat, like a volcano.

The butcher's nail inside his skull accelerated, and the metallic clanging became increasingly violent and frenzied.

Unfortunately, this no longer poses a threat to him.

Ron used the mechanical ruins to block the demonized Angron's offensive; the metal mountain was smashed and melted.

The opponent's attack speed is getting faster and faster, and that's the moment I've been waiting for.

Ron faced the demonized Angron, who had smashed through several metal mountains, his mechanical arm clenching into a fist, golden arcs of electricity overflowing and shining even brighter.

He had already seen through his opponent's movements and then unleashed his trump card:

"Super Gold Fist Head!"

Before the mad beast's skeletal axe could fall, Ron suddenly closed in, delivering a powerful mechanical golden fist strike to the opponent's chin with a rising dragon hammer.

It was violently knocked away, its jawbone shattered, its fangs flying everywhere, before crashing to the ground with a thud.

Before the demonized Angron could even get up, Ron controlled his weapon to grab the man's foot, activating the psionic engine and maximizing the power system.

He grabbed the other man's foot and started smashing him wildly across the wrecked plain, the overloaded power causing the weapon to rattle and creak.

Ron finally stopped when the Redemption Armor reached its limit and had to dissipate heat.

He hurled the demonized Angron at a metal statue, denting it.

"This trick really works."

"Forget about being chosen by the gods or becoming a demigod, we'll smash it all down clearly."

Ron looked up and saw the demonized Angron lying on the ground, his crazed eyes becoming much clearer.

It's highly likely that the hammering has become too much, and even the Butcher's Nail has become sluggish due to overuse.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and pressed down on the corrupted Primarch's head, his sharp mechanical claws piercing through it, severing the Butcher's Nail and pulling out most of it.

This caused the other person severe injury, leaving them in pain and unable to move much of their ability to move.

"This guy's pretty tough to kill..."

Ron looked at the demonized Angron, but instead of continuing to attack, he grabbed the man's foot and smashed it again.

Then, use the black stone device to bind it and drag it out.

Angron is practically immortal; killing him like this would likely allow him to escape back to the warp.

In reality, that guy had been killed by the Empire several times, but each time he would be resurrected and return to the Empire's territory to carry out massacres.

In the eyes of the Empire, Angron is nothing short of a chaotic scourge.

In this situation, it would be better to drag him back to the real universe for further action; perhaps there is still a way to restore his consciousness.

"What a pity, the place is quite damaged, but at least we got something for free, so it's still a small profit!"

Ron glanced at the Chaos Forging Plains again.

He re-established the psionic beacon, then manipulated his weapon to drag Angron's massive demonic body away from the chaotic realm.

……

Vostonia, the Chaos Ruins region.

"Why haven't the Ron brothers come out yet? Have you found their psionic coordinates?"

Leon looked at the empty platform with considerable worry.

The battle between that brother and Angron has reached a critical moment, and there is no room for error. Moreover, if the opponent loses, it will be difficult for them to launch an effective counterattack.

Peturabo's tattered armor of laws gleamed, and the data-aided device was running at full speed.

He sighed and shook his head:
"The spatial data in this area is too chaotic, containing at least dozens of entrances to other spaces."

With my current data analysis capabilities, it will take me more time to anchor that brother's psionic beacon.

While the two Primarchs waited anxiously, the Nurgle demons remained hidden in the ruins.

Still shaken, they silently observed everything, maintaining an unusual harmony with the two Primarchs.

For the Great Demon Nurgle, his mission is to guard this place.

As long as the two Primarchs do not attempt to leave, they will not make any further moves.

In reality, the Nurgle demons were just coasting along.

There's been a lot of pollution in Nurgle Gardens, so it's better to stay out here to avoid being sent to "shovel manure" when you get back.

The cursed energy is too dangerous!
Suddenly, the Lord of Steel sensed a certain fluctuation, was slightly surprised, and then smiled:

"I spotted that guy; he's approaching us."

"The Ron brothers won?!" The lion was also quite excited; the fact that the opponents were back meant that the battle was over.

According to the information he possesses.

That brother seems to have never lost a war, especially against beings below the Chaos Gods, where he is invincible.

dong dong dong.

The next moment, Ron emerged from the remains of the Caliban Forest left by the lion, dragging the dying demonized Angron along with him.

He returned to the area through another exit.

The massive Redemption Armed Forces looked down upon the life in this area, exuding such power and a strong sense of threat.

"brother!"

Leon and Peturabo were overjoyed to see their Primarch brothers return, and the Khan arrived as quickly as possible.

The Nurgle demons huddled behind the ruins, trembling with fear.

They were somewhat regretful, not expecting that abominable, cursed being to return so quickly, and to come directly to this area.

It's not easy to run now.

The black stones and psionic fields on the war vehicles have already covered this area, making it extremely difficult to even open a passage back.

My dear father, this is the end!
They witnessed firsthand the Savior infusing the Chosen of Gods with that terrifying, cursed energy.

Now, they have even brought that powerful being to the brink of death, beyond the saving of even the gods.

If I were to suffer such an attack, I would be worse than dead and annihilated!
The mountain of flesh-like Nurgle archdemons seemed to see themselves as lambs, huddled in a corner of the ruins, afraid of attracting any attention. At this moment, these Nurgle archdemons were in the center of several Primarchs, with the Savior on one side and Leon, Perturabo, and Khan on the other.

They just huddled there, not daring to move.

Boom boom boom!
The Savior's armed forces strode in, dragging the demonized Angron behind him, their imposing presence growing ever stronger with each approach.

The Nurgle demons were even more terrified.

Their towering figures, over ten meters tall, were reduced to mere specks under the weight of their massive armor, offering them virtually no chance of resistance.

"Do not……"

The Great Demon Nurgle's mountain-like body trembled, its flesh and blood shaking wildly. The maggots all shrank back, and Nurgle Spirit was so frightened that tears streamed down his face, and he covered his mouth, afraid to utter a groan.

They slowly stuffed themselves into the ruins, trying to bury themselves with the metal debris and cover their tracks.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

The Nurgle demons made even louder noises as their obese bodies crammed into the ruins, attracting the attention of the Primarchs and causing them to stop.

As Ron maneuvered his weapon past these mountains of flesh, he heard a clattering sound.

He turned his head and saw that it was the sound of the Nurgle demons' teeth chattering.

"quiet!"

Ron made no offensive move, but simply gave the command.

The Nurgle demons crouched in the ruins, terrified, and involuntarily moved further back.

Fearing that making any more noise would bring destruction, they put their hands in their mouths, though their bodies still trembled slightly.

Like poor Tom the cat.

hmm~
Ron nodded in satisfaction, ignoring the Nurgle demons and showing no interest in even making a move.

This is deterrence.

After this battle, his deterrence against the Chaos Demons reached its historical peak, almost rivaling that of the Emperor himself.

This deterrent effect may not diminish for a long time.

As for why he didn't kill these Nurgle demons, it was because he saw that these guys had the mark of the cunning Nurgle demon—the gluttonous Bala.

They could be considered as soldiers under his command, if you round it up.

Moreover, these Nurgle demons were all lying down, only wanting to brew a thick soup that could poison the demons, believing that keeping them alive would be more useful than killing them.

Moreover, these Nurgle demons, who were originally gluttons, will surely spread their terror even more after witnessing the power of the savior upon returning to Nurgle Gardens.

They will become the opposition to the Nurgle invasion of the galaxy, and are more inclined to wage war against other demons.

This will make the Nurgle demons even more resentful of invading the galaxy.

"Sometimes, the opposition and the surrender faction are more destructive to the internal situation than the enemy..."

Ron thought to himself.

Especially with the Plague Lord severely weakened and his control over Nurgle Gardens diminished, the changes in the behavior of the Nurgle demons could very well have a reversal that affects their deities.

Just as human beliefs can influence the sacred sun.

The Chaos Gods are not omniscient or omnipotent beings. In other words, they are merely prisoners of the Warp, only slightly freer than the Emperor.

Boom.

Ron wielded his weapon and slammed the demonized Angron onto the ruins, the roar of which startled the Nurgle demons once again.

He stared at the fallen Primarch, hesitating about how to deal with him—should he kill him, or imprison him first and then find a way to bring him back?
I had just asked the Emperor, but he threw the question back at me, saying that he could not handle this matter on behalf of the Emperor.

Now it is he, the savior, who is making the choice on behalf of humanity.

"Brothers, what should we do?!"

Ron looked down at his Primarch brothers, whose size was roughly up to the lower legs of this armed vehicle.

He still wanted to discuss it with his Primarch brothers.

Perturabo's opinion was that if the effects of Chaos and Butcher's Nail could be completely eliminated, then the Fallen Brother could be spared.

That would be good for the empire, as it would gain another powerful fighting force.

This World Eater was one of the strongest fighters among the Primarchs, and was undoubtedly the former king of one-on-one combat.

Of course, the fact that the Lord of Steel had such thoughts is related to the fact that he was also a Fallen Primarch.

If he were to actually kill Angron, he would inevitably feel a sense of shared sorrow, like a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

Leon and Khan, however, preferred to end the life of this depraved traitor. Angron had committed too many killings in the empire's territory, and too many warriors had died because of him.

Unforgivable.

They didn't believe their mad brother could recover; keeping him around was probably a threat.

Angron was already unpopular with the Emperor and Primarchs because of Butcher's Nail, and was not recognized by them.

Other Primarchs eventually became rulers of their homeworlds through force, charisma, or intelligence.

Angron had suffered a head injury and was affected by the Butcher's Nail, remaining a slave to this day, and his leadership's rebellion had completely failed.

His subordinates, slave brothers and sisters, were all executed by the emperor as a condition for the reconquest of the region.

It has almost no foundation.

Even the World Eater Legion itself was driven mad by his influence, becoming a fearsome butcher in the galaxy.

After the Primarchs offered their opinions, they turned their gazes in this direction.

Ron knew they were waiting for his decision.

Although they offered suggestions, the one who truly needs to bear this responsibility is himself, the emperor of the empire.

"It's hard to handle..."

Ron, controlling his weapon, turned to face the demonized Angron, his heart filled with some uncertainty.

From a rational perspective, salvaging the situation would certainly benefit the empire, but the feelings of the empire's citizens and soldiers must also be considered.

He gazed at the weakened Fallen Primarch and terrifying beast before him, and could sense that it was recovering.

I must make a decision as soon as possible.

"Father...Father..."

At that moment, Ron suddenly heard Angron's indistinct voice and was somewhat surprised.

The other Primarchs also looked over, and were equally surprised.

After all, Angron was arguably the Primarch who hated the Emperor the most.

When this crazed world-devourer was lucid, he revealed the reason for his hatred of the Emperor:
The Emperor left behind that tyrant, Cole Fallon; Ruth left behind his friends and family; Leon kept that fellow, Luther.

All the brothers' relatives, whether brothers or adoptive fathers, were saved and allowed to join the great cause of the Empire.

But he couldn't, he, Angron, couldn't. The Emperor's golden-armored warriors and the Titan legions didn't come to help him and his army.

He did not rescue his poor brothers and sisters in the same way he rescued the Leon people.

He, Angron, received no mercy; he was an oath-breaker, a traitor, who abandoned his brothers and sisters with whom he had sworn to live and die.

"Why? Is it all because I am a slave?"
I was once a slave to the nobles of Nukolia, and now I am your slave.

No, I am not a slave. I should die free in that rebellion, together with my brothers and sisters!

Angron had so accused the Emperor, but had received no answer.

All he received was the emperor's prolonged silence and a new objective for his campaign.

The father asked him to conquer a tough alien planet and exterminate all the aliens on it.

Upon hearing Angron's voice, Ron took another step closer, wanting to hear what the guy had to say.

At this moment, Angron was struggling with the Butcher's Spike, and a sliver of clarity returned to his crazed mind.

Although the Fallen Primarch's vision was blurred, he could sense the presence of the Emperor.

His voice was broken and almost pleading as he said, "...I beg your mercy, kill me, Father...let me be free..."

Angron, the former slave, finally dared to tell the Emperor his deepest thoughts: he hoped to gain eternal freedom.

Upon hearing this, Ron and the others fell silent.

Within the subspace, the sacred sun rippled in concentric circles.

The human ruler's emotions were complex, it was hard to tell whether it was guilt or regret.

"Angron..."

"Formerly a slave in the arena, leader of the Nukolian resistance, from this moment on, you are free."

Ron looked at Angron in front of him and said softly.

He set up a psionic barrier, then raised his mechanical arm and aimed it at Angron's head.

bang——

The Blackrock Burst Bomb struck the corrupted Primarch's head, shredding his brain along with the Butcher's Nail.

Then, a powerful surge of divine spirit flowed out along the mechanical arm, scorching his chaotic body, soul, and life.

That was extreme pain, punishment for his sins.

In his final moments, Angron finally saw the person before him clearly: the savior, the emperor of the empire.

He smiled gratefully, then closed his eyes with a sense of relief.

Angron has finally escaped the madness and chaotic corruption brought about by Butcher's Sting.

He felt as if he had returned to the battlefield, fighting alongside his fellow slaves against the enslavement of the nobles.

That's the breath of freedom.

This slave of Nukolia has finally found complete liberation...

(End of this chapter)