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

Chapter 83 A Sacrifice

Kahn looked out at Nuceria from the bridge, his eyes filled with deep hatred and loathing for this planet, this nightmarish planet.

After the Warp storm took his father away from the Emperor's laboratory, Angron's incubator fell on Nuceria, and the Primarch was attacked by the Dark Eldar as soon as he landed.

Those hateful and vile Eldar knew from prophecies the destruction that Angron would cause in the future, and planned to strangle him in the cradle while he was still a toddler.

However, even though the Primarch was a child, after paying the price of being seriously injured, this group of Dark Eldar was killed by Angron with his bare hands.

But because of this, Angron, who was still a young child, was discovered by the slave-hunting team that arrived later. After marveling at the alien corpses surrounding the Primarch, they immediately realized that this child was definitely not ordinary.

They brought the Primarch back to the Nuceria capital of Dessian and nursed him back to health. But unlike Angron's brothers, his life fell into another abyss here.

What greeted Angron was a giant arena in the capital city of Dessian, a battlefield provided for gladiators to fight each other. The enemies could be other gladiators, monsters and beasts captured in the wilderness, or aliens that fell into Nuceria.

The fate that awaited Angron was to fight to the death in the arena, using the blood and death of slaves to entertain the cheering spectators in the audience.

Nuceria is ruled by a class called the High Riders. These rulers inherited from the Dark Ages possess extraordinary technology, and even young primarchs have fallen to the hands of special anesthetics.

Forced to fight in the arena, the Primarch grew rapidly. After a fight where only one person could survive, he climbed to the top of the pyramid in the center of the arena and became the strongest king of the arena.

He was given the name Angron Tarka, which means Son of the Mountain and the property of the Tarka family.

The Primarch demonstrated his powerful fighting ability. Angron was invincible in the arena, and no matter whether it was gladiators, monsters or aliens, they all fell at his feet.

But when the spectators and high riders grew tired of the monotonous victories, they commanded Angron to kill the gladiator Onomaus who had fought beside him.

This old male gladiator almost served as an adoptive father to Angron, teaching him the art of fighting and the philosophy of survival.

It can be said that Onomaus is Angron's adoptive father and the most important person in the heart of the Primarch left here. However, those crazy and bloodthirsty spectators and high-ranking riders who enjoy death are most happy to watch such dramatic gladiatorial combat.

Fathers and sons killing each other, blood relatives fighting each other, what a beautiful fight.

This time, Angron chose to refuse. He resisted the order of the high-ranking knight, and then the furious high-ranking knight drove a vicious thing inherited from the Old Night Era: the Butcher's Nail into Angron's head.

This extremely vicious implant can penetrate the victim's brain with metal tentacles, torturing the brain both physically and mentally, and constantly devouring and replacing living brain tissue.

Every gladiator who was hit by the Butcher's Nails, no matter how strong and tough he was, would fall into complete madness under the constant torture of the nails until a fatal battle took his life.

Even as a Primarch, Angron could not endure the torture of the Butcher's Nails. When he woke up from his madness and blindness and regained consciousness, he saw only the broken body of Unomouth, torn alive.

He killed his adopted father with his own hands, using the most horrible and cruel means. Angron howled in agony like a wild beast for three days and three nights.

When he stopped wailing, the last straw in his heart had fallen. Angron led the gladiators in a slave uprising to resist the cruel rule of the high-ranking riders.

The Butcher's Nails, the damned Butcher's Nails, had long been inseparable from Angron and would accompany him until the end of his life.

The intense emotional turmoil at this moment caused the Butcher's Nails within Khârn's brain to begin to hum. Khârn gritted his teeth and endured the torture. The Butcher's Nails used by the World Eaters were not the advanced technology left over from Nuceria, but a poor imitation by the Legion's apothecaries. Despite this, the pain they inflicted was still enough to cause an Astartes to mentally collapse.

"Tell us what we need to do." Kahn's voice was very low, like the grinding of a wild animal's teeth.

"It's simple, a massacre, a sacrifice, Nuceria will be transformed into a ritual site to call your father back from the warp." Lorgar said.

Kahn walked out of Luojia's meditation room without looking back.

Killing was the easiest thing for the World Eaters. Kahn quickly passed on the order, and all the World Eaters were ready to drink the blood of the Nucerias.

Angerte followed him out of habit, but was stopped by Kahn.

"This is the business of the World Eaters. The Word Bearers should not interfere." The Son of the Blessing was slightly stunned, looked at Kahn's meaningful eyes, and nodded silently.

The tacit understanding between him and Kahn no longer requires verbal communication.

"My Lord, Nuceria has sent a communication request. They are asking if we are the Ultramarines fleet coming for supplies. The skyport is ready to supply us."

The captain sitting on the command platform received a report from the communication servitor. Apparently, the planet also discovered the huge warship that suddenly appeared in the galaxy.

A bloody smile appeared on the corner of Kahn's mouth. He twisted his neck and said to the captain: "Tell them that we are the Ultramarines' squadron, and we are here to resupply in order to pursue the traitors."

"By order of Roboute Guilliman, we will take over all of Nuceria."

The captain didn't dare look directly at Kahn's face. He thought it was a stupid order. None of these World Eaters were normal people.

In fact, in order to enter the airport for resupply, the warship must verify the keel code with the command center on the planet. Only after the warship in the database has been verified can it receive supplies and repairs.

Naturally, their keel codes could not be in the database of the Ultramarines, but since Kahn had given the order, he did not dare to hesitate at all and immediately initiated an application for entry into the port to the other party.

After a long time, the orbital starport of Nuceria responded to the request and allowed the strange warship to enter the port.

The captain was a little surprised by such straightforward permission. Could it be that this planet intended to lure them closer and then launch a surprise attack?

After repeated consideration, his brain, which had undergone a lot of mechanical modifications and installed an auxiliary thinking module, decided to dock the Trinity Prayer into the airport.

This 35-kilometer-long giant ship was already covered with scars, and the orbital airport was completely unable to accommodate such a huge existence, so they could only temporarily deploy a barge for docking.

"Welcome to Nukeria, my lord. We have prepared supplies."

The lean airport director came personally to greet the arriving Astartes. He looked to be about sixty years old, but the aura of aging emanating from his body suggested that he had undergone several life-extending surgeries.

This discerning supervisor watched the Astartes wearing scarlet power armor coming out of the barge in groups. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva. These Astartes didn't look like Ultramarines at all.

(End of this chapter)