Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 40: The First Meeting of Horus and Angron
The sun sets and it's getting dark.

The sky, which should have been dark, was dyed scarlet by the fire.

The city of Deshia is the territory of the Tarka family.

Now, it was engulfed in flames and blood.

The sounds of fighting and screams echoed throughout the city.

Angron rampaged through the city like a terrifying beast.

Unleashing his savage and brutal nature without any scruples.

Anyone who tried to stop him was brutally torn to pieces.

Behind Angron followed many slave gladiators.

They took the looted weapons and followed Angron to settle accounts with the slave owners.

"eye for eye."

Yochuka, who still looked like a child, slit the throat of an enemy and shouted loudly.

He just turned sixteen two days ago.

At an age when he should have been the most playful, he became a slave in the bloody arena because of the Tarka family.

Every life-and-death fight is just to please the scumbags sitting in the audience.

The huntress, Crest, with a hideous wound on her face, pierced the guard's body with her spear and lifted him up.

Let the blood spill and bathe her hideous face.

She is twenty-three years old and has been fighting in the arena for seven years.

At an age when she should be wearing skirts to show off her beauty, she has already become accustomed to blood and killing.

Among the group of people who were liquidating the slave owners was Onomamus, the man Angron respected and loved the most.

He was glad that Angron had escaped from the slavers.

Even more excited by the uprising he brought upon them.

He had planned this day countless times.

And now, the dream has come true.

Even if he died at this moment, Onomamus would have no regrets.

At least, they died as free souls.

The slaves fought together, using the skills and fury learned in the arena to tear apart those who were above them.

Those nobles or knights were killed like wild dogs.

"Angron, please don't, I beg you, I know I was wrong..."

A high-ranking knight about the same age as Yochuka begged the furious Angron.

Silver vines were implanted in his body.

Silver vine is a silver-white mechanical tentacle implant that can be transformed at will into armor, weapons, vehicles, etc.

It is because of the silver vines that these people are called high-level knights.

Angron had suffered many losses from this mechanical implant.

But that was because there were too many enemies and he was alone and unarmed.

Now, he is no longer alone and unarmed.

The battle axe given to him by the Imperial Guards has a power field that can easily cut through anything.

The shield formed by silver vines is no exception.

"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."

Angron punched the high-ranking knight, then grabbed his head and smashed it to the ground.

Venting out the anger in your heart.

"Isn't this what you have always wanted me to do? Killing, brutal killing, only this can please you."

"Now that we are the ones to please, you are no longer willing to do so? You are so selfish."

The high-ranking knight let out a sound of pain.

He begged and pleaded until Angron broke his throat so that no sound could come out.

"I will kill every one of you, including your children."

Angron said, and then he broke the man's neck.

The Tarka family's estate had strong defenses, but it was eventually breached.

The angry slaves spared no one.

The pain the Tarkas had brought upon them was too great.

"Father."

A child cried and shouted.

"No!"

Lord Tarka, who was evacuated by his personal guards, watched with his own eyes as his young child was lifted high up by a slave and then thrown to the ground.

The child's limbs twitched for a moment, and then there was no movement at all.

"You damned executioners, he was only four years old, how could you have the heart to do that to him?"

Lord Tarka's body trembled with grief and anger.

When the slaves heard this, instead of feeling the slightest bit of guilt, they picked up the child's body on spears and desecrated it at will.

Seeing Lord Tarka's painful look, they laughed even more happily.

It turns out that noble slave owners can also suffer! !

Angron did not stop this behavior.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, is the oldest oath of mankind.

No member of the Tarka family was spared and was slaughtered by the enraged slaves.

They were thrown into acid, impaled on sharp steel spikes, and thrown into animal pens to be torn apart.

The Tarka lord was torn to pieces by the slaves. The war lasted from dusk to dusk the next day.

The blood dyed the ruined city red.

Black smoke covered the sky.

As the commander of the Imperial Guard squad, La was decisive and would not allow the fact that No. 12 had been a slave to be made public.

That would affect the emperor's noble image.

The nobles of Nuceria must die.

Everything here will be covered in scarlet blood.

History will be erased and remade.

When the war came to an end, the surviving nobles and slave owners were forced to kneel together, awaiting the judgment of their fate.

They were shivering and some even wet their pants.

They no longer have the arrogance and superiority they once had.

"Their fate is in your hands, Twelve."

Ra walked over to Angron.

"As the Emperor's own son, you have the right to judge these people."

The nobles and slave owners looked at Angron expectantly, hoping that he would show mercy.

"Send them to the arena for the last fight of Nuceria."

"One of them will live to witness the end of Nuceria's slavery."

The nobles and slaves looked desperate.

The slaves behind Angron cheered.

They rushed forward and dragged away the nobles and slave owners.

Be prepared to return all the pain that the other party has inflicted on them.

Ra said to Angron, "Number 12, things here are over, we should leave."

"Where are you going?" Angron looked around, feeling a little reluctant.

"Return to the stars, to your father and your brothers," said Ra.

"Go with them, Angron." Onomamus stepped forward and said, "From the moment I saw you, I knew that your destiny was not to be in Nuceria."

"But?" Angron showed a trace of reluctance. He didn't want to part with his adoptive father and his brothers and sisters in the arena.

"Nukeria will be rebuilt with the help of the Empire," Ra said. "You don't need to worry."

Angron was eventually persuaded.

With the farewell of his adoptive father and many of his fellow gladiators, he left Nuceria with the imperial guards.

An auxiliary army remained to assist Onomamus and others in rebuilding a new world without slaves.

"My father and my brothers, what kind of people are they?"

On the way back, Angron's heart was filled with anxiety and anticipation.

The Emperor's Grand Plan.

A cheer rang out in the training ground.

Horus, with his upper body naked, knocked over an Astartes warrior who had not activated his genetic engine.

After Horus finished his daily studies, he would train with the warriors in the training ground.

His fighting skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he gained considerable fame among the warriors.

"You're getting better and better."

“We look forward to fighting alongside you.”

Soldiers from the Sixteenth Legion came forward one after another to congratulate Horus.

The soldiers from other legions looked at this scene with envy, lamenting the good fortune of the Sixteenth Legion.

Their original body is still lost somewhere in the galaxy!!
I don’t know when I can return.

Hearing the warriors' praise, Horus smiled.

He hoped that what happened today could reach the ears of the Emperor.

"I look forward to the day when you become leader of the Legion, Horus."

A new recruit from the Sixteenth Regiment pushed his way to the front of the crowd.

Horus was very happy with the recruit's words, so he asked him his name.

"My name is Ezekyle Abaddon, and I am from Kosonia, just like you."

Horus wanted to talk to Abaddon for a few more words, but the Guards suddenly arrived and brought the Emperor's oral order, asking Horus to see him.

Horus had no choice but to bid farewell to Abaddon and leave with the Imperial Guards.

He was taken to a magnificent hall.

A strong gladiator was standing in the hall, looking at everything around him curiously.

The moment Horus saw the other person, he realized that the other person was of the same kind as himself.

Also my father's child.

Thinking of this, Horus felt inexplicably angry and looked at the other party with hostility.

"You are being unkind." The gladiator stared at Horus, "Do you want to fight me?"

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