Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 92 Fury

On the main road of Mach City, Yochula led his soldiers to attack the guards stationed in front.

He had personally organized and led many charges, but each one ended in failure.

The temporary defense line built by the Guards was not only not broken, but became even stronger.

Four-legged machines equipped with heavy armored shields covered the guards in the rear. Even if those four-legged machines were destroyed and unable to move, they could still serve as obstacles to reinforce the defense line.

There were more four-legged machines, tanks, and more Guards soldiers running in from behind the main road defense line. These bastards had run as fast as they could before, but now they all turned back. It was obvious that someone was organizing them.

After fighting for half an hour, a row of heavily armored soldiers emerged from the increasingly solid defense line.

They were holding beam cannons in their hands, and each of them had a guard soldier beside them holding up a shield made of silver vines to protect them.

These heavily armored warriors slowly moved forward until they entered the shield propped up by Yochula with the High Knight Ring. They fired continuously with the beam cannons in their hands, directly penetrating the cover and killing many opponents.

Whenever a rebel soldier approached with an anti-armor weapon and opened fire, the silver vines controlled by the guards beside the heavily armored soldiers would easily block any incoming attack.

Just as Yochula was about to bring the other two gladiators present to attack, he heard heavy footsteps coming from behind.

Angron passed by Yochula at a very fast speed, flipped and moved in the fire net, and went to the team of heavily armored warriors.

Chain axes roared, armor shattered, and waists were severed.

A team of heavily armored warriors and the soldiers guarding them were all cut down by the Primarch.

Stepping on the corpses on the ground, Angron returned to Yochula's side and said in a calm tone, just as he had just spoken to Crest, "I will personally participate in the battle here."

Yochura stood in the shadow of Angron's body, gazing up at the primarch's calm face.

But he felt that he was not facing an extremely calm Superman, but a bomb that was about to explode.

Angron's current calmness is like the countdown before a bomb explodes, the brief tranquility before a violent storm.

Beneath the Primarch's chest, which was as hard as steel, a fire that seemed powerful enough to burn the entire Nuceria was brewing.

Yochula even felt fear, even though he knew that if Angron could no longer control his rage, he would not be the one to burn.

"Yes." Yochula turned and looked at the officers beside him.

Another attack on the defense line began.

Angron led the charge, charging into the ranks of the Guards at a speed too fast for a mortal to follow. The fastest of the mortals could only see the Primarch's swift movement as he easily leapt over the armored quadrupeds.

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The chainsaw axes roared as they swung at the surrounding guards. Dozens of them were cut in half. When their upper bodies were separated from their lower bodies, they recalled the cold light that had come towards them when the Primarch swung the chainsaw axes.

A beam landed on Angron's back, leaving a scorch mark on the primarch's monstrous muscle.

Although the Guards soldier who opened fire had the upper hand, he was trembling after firing. When the Primarch's violent face turned to face him, the energy rifle in his hand fell directly to the ground, and he quickly turned around and fled backwards.

Angron easily caught up to the soldier, roaring and raising his chainsaw axe, cutting the soldier in two.

The fighting prowess displayed by the Primarch made him the primary target of all the Guards on the defense line, and various weapons were fired at him in turn.

But Angron dodged the attacks easily, and wielded his chainsaw axe to rage through the defenses like a storm.

Any Guards soldier could only hold out for a few seconds. No matter whether the soldier he approached ran away or tried to struggle feebly, he would eventually become blood and flesh flowing in the teeth of the chainsaw axe.

For an enemy, facing such a demigod is terrifying.

But for the rebels, it was an honor to fight side by side with such a demigod. Fortunately, the soldiers followed the pace of the primarch. When the primarch quickly cleared a position like a hurricane, they rushed forward to kill the remaining people, and then continued to follow the pace of the primarch. Angron was slaughtering the enemy unilaterally, but his anger was not weakened or vented at all, because his purpose was not to slaughter here, but to quickly kill through the enemy's defense line on the main road and go to the first area to support Qin Xia.

But these damn enemies, who were vulnerable before and even defeated by the rebels in the city, are now insisting here and refusing to retreat.

They were everywhere on Angron's route, and the soldiers holding strange weapons that could emit strange beams of light that prevented those hit from breaking free in a short period of time were blocking Angron.

As time passed, the Primarch realized that every second he spent on these guys meant that Qin Xia was facing a war machine alone, fighting a battle with almost no chance of winning.

If Qin Xia died...

Angron didn't even dare to think about how he would deal with this situation if it happened.

"Go away!"

"Why don't you just go away!"

The roar shook the ears of mortals.

The Primarch, who was about to run to the rear of the defense line, was pulled into the crowd by the gravity beam. Then he got up and swung the chainsaw axe, chopping dozens of enemies around him into pieces in just a few seconds.

Angron wanted to call for a flying gladiator to take him up into the sky and across this place, but he soon saw a large number of four-legged machines equipped with anti-aircraft weapons climbing to high points further behind and around the main road, as if they knew Angron's plan and blocked the possibility of crossing here from the air.

Crest, who left the command post to look for Angron, was flying in the sky. When she dived, she was locked by the anti-aircraft weapons. No matter how the missiles and anti-aircraft machine guns bombarded her, they could not shake her at all because the armor she was wearing was the equipment of the High Knight.

But those who used anti-aircraft weapons were originally intended to deal with Crest. After a four-legged machine released a blue beam of light, Crest was dragged and thrown to the other side of the city, and his condition was unknown.

"If he dies! If!"

"I will kill all of you, your families and friends! Let your corpses cover every corner of Mach City!"

Another person used a tractor beam to restrain the Primarch who wanted to kill behind the defense line, and as a result, another large group of people were chopped into pieces by the Primarch.

Blood gathered and flowed like rivers in every place the Primarch had wreaked havoc.

In his rage and worry, the Primarch himself did not realize that his gift was affecting everyone around him.

Before, the rebel soldiers would feel fear when facing the firepower of the Guards. This is human instinct.

But now, the rebel soldiers no longer felt any fear at all. All they had was endless anger, which was going to burn everything in front of them.

The fearless people attacked the enemy with the most frantic means. They rushed towards the four-legged machines equipped with heavy firepower in groups, and placed explosives near the legs of the four-legged machines before being shot to death.

A rebel soldier whose weapon was cut off by the guards with silver vines held the broken weapon in two and pounced on the enemy, biting him with his teeth and beating him with the weapon until the opponent's head turned into a pool of disgusting mud with red and white sticky substances flowing out.

At this moment, the rebel soldiers had only one emotion, which was the same anger as their Primarch.

This shared emotion triggered an emotional resonance. The real intensity of the battlefield was weakened by the emotional resonance that was as surging as a raging wave, and some situations that would be impossible under normal circumstances began to occur.

Angron rushed towards the mobile bunker in front of him, wielding a chainsaw axe. His body broke through the bunker's solid wall and rushed into it. With a turn of his body, he turned all the people inside into fountains of blood and debris that burst out from the opening of the bunker.

In a huge area, facing the enraged rebels and Angron's guards, what they felt was not anger, but the coldness and fear that penetrated deep into their bones.

Soon, those who had received the most favors from the High Knight and were most willing to die for him threw away their weapons and ran backwards desperately.

More and more people were overwhelmed by fear and fled screaming.

Those soldiers behind the defense line even abandoned their heavy weapons and armored vehicles that could have been used to hold out for a long time, and fled while crying.

(End of this chapter)