Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 67 Serious Injury
The bomb gun roared wildly, raining down explosives on Angron's back. But it didn't do him much harm.

When standard-issue explosive rounds hit his body, they didn't even explode. The dense bullets pierced through his armor, his skin, and his muscles.

But that was all; the bullet didn't even explode before it was squeezed out by the muscle contractions caused by his casual twisting of his body.

As the explosive bombs clattered and fell to the ground, Captain Afus, who had been drawing Angron's attention with fire from afar, grabbed his power sword and charged forward without a word, shouting "For the Emperor!" ready to engage Angron in battle!
Meanwhile, Basha Kur was not idle in the distance either. Holding his explosive weapon, he also charged forward with a power sword.

The damage from the incendiary weapon was the first thing that caught Angron's attention. After all, compared to the damage from explosive bombs, the incendiary weapon was far more damaging to him.

This behavior thoroughly enraged him; the two weak Astartes dared to brandish their weapons at him.

This is a challenge to his dignity and authority. It seems that because he hasn't made a move for so long, even someone of Astartes' caliber dares to attack him.

"Then let's use this battle to show the entire universe what Angron is all about!" With that, he grinned maliciously and charged towards Basha Kur, wielding the Dark Blade.

Before Basha Kur could even react, Angron's figure had already rushed in front of him and was wielding the dark blade in his hand.

Basha Kur's action was merely a muscle memory triggered by his sense of danger, causing him to instinctively raise his power sword.

Then the power sword shattered, and he was sent flying backward, with a huge, deep wound on his chest that exposed the bone.

The recovery serum inside the power armor began to be injected, but for Basha Kur himself, it felt like it had no effect!

He just wants to sleep!
Only now did he realize how exhausted he had become from countless years of fighting. He really wanted to rest!

Several pharmacists, some with broken legs and others missing arms, rushed over to begin treating their company commander.

Some pharmacists have even brought out their gene seed extractors, ready to perform the final surgery at any time.

Angron chuckled as he watched this scene unfold! But the next second, even more explosive shells hurtled toward his face.

This caught him completely off guard; his arrogance and hubris led to his injury. The face, especially the eyes, is one of the most vulnerable parts of any living being!

The bomb hit him in the face and exploded. Shrapnel grazed his eyes and broke his nose, causing it to bleed profusely.

"what--"

He roared to the sky and looked in another direction, where a group of Astartes were firing at him to distract him.

He could easily see that just as he was about to move forward and deal with the Astartes, he inexplicably thought of the Astarte he had previously trampled under his feet.

Suppressing the murderous urges aroused by the Butcher's Nail, he turned around, grinning savagely, and looked at the apothecaries who were treating Basha Kur.

With a flap of its wings, it charged forward, raising its dark blade high!

Several apothecaries, realizing what was happening, tried to raise their weapons to stop them. But the moment their fingers touched the trigger, the Dark Blade severed their arms. The pain sent them sprawling backward to the ground. Angron then stomped on one of the Astartes' heads, crushing it.

Immediately afterwards, another large hand grabbed a Seraphim whose arm was only severed and tightened its grip, causing the Seraphim's power armor to crack with a loud snapping sound.

Despite the excruciating pain, he raised the explosive pistol and pulled the trigger. Angron, without hesitation, opened his gaping maw and instantly bit off his head.

Blood gushed from the severed wound, staining Angron's demonic face even more crimson.

Like spitting out watermelon seeds, he spat out his head, still wearing a helmet, directly shooting down a fearless warrior who was about to unleash a barrage of fire.

He surveyed the scene around him, a smug smile still on his face! The pain from the Butcher's Nail had lessened considerably. But the next moment, his eyelids twitched.

Looking down, he saw that a Seraphim warrior had plunged a power sword into his knee. Blood flowed from the wound!
His pupils contracted, followed by a laugh that sounded almost gleeful. He hadn't even known how long it had been since he'd been injured by a mere Astartes!

He covered his forehead and chuckled, as if mocking himself. And the one who had inflicted the injury was none other than Commander Afus!
He saw Angron laughing there, but ignored him and instead drew his power sword, intending to stab it into the wound.

But the instant he pulled it out, he felt a sudden chill on his waist. Then his vision tilted, as if his whole body was about to fall to the ground.

Commander Afus had no idea what was happening; he could only watch as his body slumped helplessly to the side.

Quan Tiehua, however, witnessed the entire process clearly from a distance. The instant the leader drew his power sword, the Dark Blade followed, slicing the leader in half at the waist!

"You motherfucker!" Quan Tiehua angrily tried to get up, but falling down again and again made him feel frustrated and powerless.

The only hope is to provoke Anglong with words!
"You coward. You're just a weakling who uses cruel methods to cover up your inner emptiness and inferiority. Look at you, you've been a slave since the moment you were born, and who likes you now? Imprisoned by a bunch of mortals..."

Just as Angron was about to continue the slaughter, he heard words that enraged him once again. But for some reason, this act of reopening his wounds unexpectedly lessened the impact of the Butcher's Nails on him.

He suppressed his urge to kill, his face contorted with the urge, and slowly walked toward Astartes, who was cursing him!

Quan Tiehua ignored everything else and continued to hurl insults, "Even a bunch of ordinary people don't dare to resist. Hahaha! You clearly already realize all of this, yet you dare not resist! Your life is simply like that of a circus clown, a laughingstock to onlookers!"

Angron stepped forward, but for some reason, his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face calmed down. The Butcher's Nail continued to release electricity and stimulation.

But at this moment, his face was completely calm!

"Have you said enough?"

Quan Tiehua was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then began to curse again, "Look who likes you! Only the Emperor himself tried to accept you and tolerate you! And what did you do? You betrayed him! Look at the coward you've sided with now. Can he defeat the Emperor? Did he even really elevate you to demonic status? I think that so-called demonic elevation is nothing more than putting a butcher's nail on your head!"

The cold sun in the warp, still radiating psionic energy, has inexplicably fallen silent. Meanwhile, atop the bronze throne in Khorne's domain, the colossal figure is writhing in fury!
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(End of this chapter)