I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 463 He is a Talent
"Lord Angron, you are back." The hostess' voice was full of vitality and joy.

The steam creaked, the power furnace rumbled and trembled, and the distorted crew cheered excitedly, as if the entire Conqueror was excited with her.
Because the Conqueror, or the master of the entire World Eaters Legion, has returned.
The blazing fire vented openly on reality, burning a scorching hole.

The four outstanding men who served Kosolax shouted in fear.
They all heard it with Kosolax, the hot, thick breathing like a volcanic eruption,

The smell of sulfur lingered in the air, and the fear of ten thousand years ago rose in my heart.

"No!" Kosolax shouted in horror: "No! No! No!"

Why? Why is he back!? Why is he here?! Why now?

That woman can actually summon Angron? !
Rage, fire, fury, slaughter, blood, brimstone, roaring, war, burning, burning and burning stepped out of the warp into reality,

The curtain creaked, the material universe wailed in pain, and the hideous beast stepped one foot into reality. Its dark wings spread out, and sulfur fire swept across the entire bridge.

Kotholacus uttered a mournful cry.

He felt that the ambition he had spent ten thousand years to realize was being burned up in this sulfur fire. Everything was about to end.

The nails on Kotholacus's head buzzed, roared and raged, awakening the rage in his brain.
All is lost, all is gone.
He turned angrily and faced his father, raising his bolter at the scarlet beast's face that was filled with anger.

"Angron!!" Kosolax roared, stimulated by the Butcher's Nails.

Angron smiled, whether to praise or mock Cortholax,

But the beast just laughed,
Even when he was still in human form ten thousand years ago, Kosolax had never seen him smile.
Was it a smile to Kotholacus or to the hostess behind him?

Kosolax fired the bolter, and a crackling sound rang out from the gun.

The fire exploded on the face of the monster that was once his father. The fire roared and engulfed his face.
But the beast was unharmed.
How could a bolter hurt him?

He is the Lord of Red Sand, the Primarch, the son of the Emperor, the most powerful Demon Prince of the Blood God, and the embodiment of war, rage and killing.

The Butcher's Nail on Kotholax's head roared and snarled like a venomous snake, urging him to launch a desperate charge and vent his anger at the scarlet beast.
He gave a battle cry and hurled his chainsaw axe at the scarlet beast.
The axe struck the beast's brass breastplate and bounced off, landing beside the bridge door.
Then, Kotholax roared, let out a sharp roar, and launched a charge;

The Butcher's Nail, the Butcher's Nail is screaming, the brain is trembling——————

The scarlet beast also roared, tearing at reality and trying to enter the material universe, as if it was anxious to kill his son.
Then, then.
Then Kotholax bypassed Angron, who had not yet fully entered reality, aimed at the open bridge door, picked up the axe on the ground, ran out and disappeared.

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There was a dead silence in the bridge.

Kosolax's four men huddled in a corner, watching the scene in confusion.
Angron couldn't help but stretch out his scarlet claws and scratch the Butcher's Nail on his head.

The hostess sitting on the command throne was also silent.
Angron's appearance will undoubtedly awaken the rage within the World Eaters and the Butcher's Nail in their brains.
And Kosolax, with the Butcher's Nail running at full power, ran away without hesitation.
The hostess suddenly felt that her contempt for Kosolax was wrong.
He was able to withstand the effects of the Butcher's Nails and Angron, and ran away without hesitation, even picking up his own axe before running out the door.

This is such a rare talent!!!
The hostess was in a trance for a while, but she didn't put more energy into Kosolax.
She looked at the scarlet behemoth that had stepped into reality, the true master of the World Devourer Legion, the true owner of the Conqueror.
"My Lord, I have been waiting."

The woman said softly, her body slightly pulling the cables beneath her.
The soul of the beast was responding to him. The woman could feel it. Even though his body was covered with chains, he was still responding to her.
He came to protect her.
Was it because of her loyalty? Or was it because of the friendship that might exist between them?

The woman's thoughts were in a mess and she couldn't remember many things, but she still instinctively asked:

"Sir, you have him back, where is Kahn?"

"What are we going to do? Go to Kahn? Another war? Or pursue the freedom that your soul longs for?"

The giant beast only roared in response, and he roared and took another step towards reality——————

But he failed, a force stopped him, blocked him,

That power does not come from the resistance of reality itself, but from the subspace.

"Do not."

A low roar came from behind the beast, from the blood misty subspace.

"This is not the war I leave for you." "Come back!!!"

The beast roared angrily. A chain was put around its neck. It struggled and resisted, but it was useless.

He was dragged towards the deep, blood-filled brass realm that filled countless arenas.

It was like a gladiator trying to escape being dragged back into his cage.

"No!! You bastard! You evil demon! You slave owner!!!"

The hostess screamed, pulling at the steel cable beneath her, pulling at her body that had merged with the Command Throne, trying to touch the Lord of the World Devourer.
"Why do you do that? You've already enslaved his soul, why do you still want to restrain his body?!"

The hostess's body leaned forward as far as possible, and blood continued to flow from the body connected to the command throne.

But she was still so far away from the scarlet beast.
"Let go of his chain! You scarlet hound!"

"Aren't you the God of Blood? Aren't you the God of War? Why do you lock him in your cage?! Let him out! Let him vent his anger! You bastard!"

The hostess laughed crazily, as if she realized something:
"I know. You are afraid. You are afraid of losing Angron. He is the only sharp blade you have left!"

"Then are you worthy of being called the God of War? Coward! Coward! Coward!!!"

The Warp rift disappeared into the Conqueror, and Angron was dragged back into the Brass Fortress. Darkness once again enveloped the bridge.

The four men of Kosolax were still too frightened to speak, leaving only the mistress, who was screaming, cursing, wailing, and swearing.

But what's the point?

She was cursing a god, an invincible blood god,
Her curses will have no effect, her resistance is so feeble,

Just as a slave never defeats his slave master.

Kosolax tried his best to suppress the anger in his mind and maintain the most basic rationality.
His only advantage is being able to remain rational in anger.

Why is this happening?

Kosolax angrily asked himself why he was unwilling to submit to him when glory was right before his eyes?

Why was the glory not his? Why did the light slip through his fingers?

Too many people have warned him not to be too ambitious, not to be too bold, and to be content with the status quo.

He has no outstanding talent, no peerless martial arts, no strong mind, no trust from the Primarch, no loyalty to the Emperor, and no blessing from the gods.
He has nothing, just an ordinary Astartes who is destined not to leave his name in this galaxy.
He was not even worthy of the honors of a normal Astartes. The glory of the Warhounds had long been forgotten. The blood had long since drowned them, turning them into World Eaters.
Bow your knees, Thorax, bend your back, Thorax, you are nothing but a nobody.
You are stupid and you shouldn't resist. You are weak and you shouldn't resist. Just be a slave.
It is your fate to be a slave to the powerful, to be unknown, to be weak and nameless.

Or maybe even die, at Angron's hands.
No, no, no,
He would never die without glory,
He cannot be a guest of this world, he wants to be the master of this world, he wants to be a true world-eater.

But the short-lived excitement cannot make up for the humiliation of reality.

The whole Conqueror was trembling, the whole Conqueror was roaring,

Rivets were running, steam was gushing, the crew was mad and bloodthirsty, everything was roaring and raging,

Kosolax is extremely vulnerable in it.
But at this moment, a gloomy, cold, yet inexplicably comforting prayer sounded in the darkness.
There was a burst of curses and roars from a woman in the cabin, but she was quickly restrained.

A hideous, multi-limbed scarlet giant beast emerged from the darkness, squirming and filling the entire corridor.
A bald man with runes carved all over his head walked towards Corsolax while chanting.
As he chanted, the entire Conqueror seemed to be tamed, like a wild dog in shackles.

"Who are you?" Kosolax asked, panting.

The bald man showed a gentle, friendly smile.
"My friend, I came here following the guidance of the Blood God."

"This ship must be the help the Blood God promised me."

"As for me? I am a kind, amiable, good person."

(End of this chapter)