Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 62 That is Angron

Angron's terrifying aura instantly attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield, and no one cared about the dying Kahn.

The Primarch held in both hands a giant, hideous-looking chain saw axe, the material of which came from a monster called the Mica Dragon on the Death World: Luther McIntyre.

This pair of terrifying battle axes named Blood Father and Blood Son are Angron's weapons. Their teeth are made of the teeth of mica dragons, and the axe blades are faintly entangled with sticky blood, which is where the pungent bloody smell comes from.

Angron casually glanced at the cobalt blue army formation that surrounded him. The powerful sense of oppression almost made every Extreme Warrior's heart stop.

This has nothing to do with will and courage. Facing the devil-like rebellious Primarch, everyone felt an instinctive tremor.

"Everyone! Form a formation!"

That iconic figure and terrifying aura revealed the other party's identity: Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters.

Facing the former brothers of the Gene-Father, the Ultramarines did not hesitate at all, even though they were almost instinctively suppressed when Angron's gaze swept over them.

Heavy bombs and plasma came like a rainstorm. Angron picked up his blood father and blood son to block in front of him, then kicked the seriously injured Kahn into the airdrop cabin behind him and used the solid cabin wall to protect his life.

Angron still had a little bit of sympathy for Khârn. This warrior used the Nuceria gladiator etiquette to persuade the Gene-Father to stop killing. He really was like a Nuceria.

Angron saw in him some of his brothers and sisters.

The Primarch moved, and he disappeared from the sight of the Ultramarines almost instantly. The afterimage of the Blood Father fell in front of the shield of an Ultramarines before their sight could react.

Fast, incomparably fast, the Primarch's movement and attack speed completely exceeded the limits of the Astartes. He came like a bloody storm.

The brutal chainsaw axe tore through the thick storm shield with ease. The primarch's terrifying brute force made the chainsaw axe made of monster teeth almost unstoppable in breaking through the shield.

Angron aimed his eyes at the Ultramarines' head, found the best angle for beheading, and swung BloodFather to kill him.

But under the dense rain of explosive bullets, even the Primarch's body was disturbed and traumatized. His exposed skin was broken by the explosive bullets, and drops of blood oozed out. The action of swinging the axe had to deviate a little.

The shoulder armor of the Blood Father collided with that of the Extreme Warrior, and the teeth-grinding friction sound reached everyone's ears. Those single-molecule serrations tore off the surface coating, but stopped on the adamantium armor underneath.

The high-speed spinning chainsaw axe left several shallow scratches on the adamantium armor. Angron frowned, the touch was very strange. He retracted the axe blade and was surprised to find that several teeth on it had broken off.

Although this had little impact, the Primarch was still stunned by the damage to his weapon. The extraordinary brain shaped by the Emperor's genetic technology immediately analyzed the material of the power armor on these Extreme Marines.

"No wonder these bastards died so quickly. It turns out that Guilliman equipped his children with these power armors."

"It's pure gold, no wonder."

The Ultramarines surrounded him again. The fact that the adamantium armor could withstand Angron's blows gave them great confidence.

Under siege, they might be able to kill the traitor Primarch.

"For Macragge! For Guilliman!"

"To illuminate the emperor's will, to kill the traitors!"

The Captain's battle cry echoed once more, and like a wave, the Ultramarines quickly surrounded the lone Angron, their plasma and melta-guns replacing the ineffective bolter. Angron's power armor was quickly breached, revealing his endless rope of triumph.

After each victory, the Nucerias cut the skin from their waists and allowed it to grow back. If they lost a fight, they sprinkled dust into the wound, darkening the scar. Angron's victory rope was a long bloodstain.

The scarlet Cord of Triumph symbolizes the continuous victories Angron has won since his birth.

The killing weapon failed to taste the blood of the Ultramarines. The original butcher's nails on Angron's head burst into a strong sound of torture. The horrifying friction sound was whistling, and the vicious metal fought fiercely with the skull, stirring those fragile brains.

It laughs at the slave's weakness and mocks his incompetence.

Angron's roar became extremely terrifying. Driven by pain, he rushed out suddenly, his huge palms protected the weak points on his face, and he grabbed an extreme warrior wearing adamantium armor and lifted him up.

His strength was so incredible that after his specially made power armor was damaged, he was able to lift a heavy adamantium warrior with just the brute force of his flesh.

He was unable to tear the adamantine defense, but he still hit the warrior's helmet with a fist that was more terrifying than a hammer.

The pure power penetrated the protection of the adamantium, seeped into the excellent shock absorption system, and still acted on Astartes' head, causing his brain to shake violently and lose consciousness.

The power sword in the Extreme Warrior's hand drooped weakly and fell to the ground. The blade with the decomposition field extinguished was easily crushed by Angron.

Angron then used the adamantium armor as a weapon. He grabbed one of the prisoner's legs and used him as some kind of long weapon. The adamantium collided and rubbed against the adamantium, sonic booms whistled, and several Extreme Marines were knocked away by their brother's bodies.

The old company commander attacked from behind, the power sword in his hand snapping, and the blade of the decomposing force field slashed across Angron's back, who was unable to dodge. The sword immediately pierced into the body of the beast, but was immediately held tightly by the terrifying flesh and blood.

Furious, Angron reached back and punched the old soldier again before throwing him far away.

Angron's few remaining sanity was giving warning, and those Ultramarines did not hesitate to call for heavy artillery support, using themselves as the origin of the coordinate system.

The sharp whistling sound was getting closer and closer. The Primarch had very keen hearing. It was the fire from the super-heavy tank, the Emperor's Baneblade.

He gritted his teeth and continued to use the unconscious warrior in his hand as a shield to block the siege of the Extreme Warriors. These well-trained veterans had already inflicted hundreds of wounds on him.

He shouldn't have been in such a mess, but he had to be suppressed due to the absolute difference in numbers.

As the artillery fire continued to cover and became more intense, Angron shocked all the hunters with his terrifying roar and murderous intent. More than a dozen warriors who were knocked down by him were lying on the ground.

He rushed back to the landing capsule and grabbed Kahn, then rushed towards the World Eaters' landing site at a speed that no one could stop.

Even though the adamantium armor was powered by a powerful antimatter furnace, it was still constrained by its heavy mass. The Ultramarines could only watch as Angron fled the battlefield at an unmatched speed, and even took away Kahn, who had already become a trophy.

"Come back. We have already won the battle. The brave Ultramarines have defeated Angron. Bring your wounded brothers back to the position. We still need to continue to hold on."

"Broadcast the news of Angron's escape to everyone. Let everyone on this planet know that the guy who escaped is Angron."

The regent's voice came from the communication system. Through the camera modules they carried, he and the officers at the command center witnessed everything. This was a gratifying victory that would inspire the people of Amatra to fight to the end.

(End of this chapter)