Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 68 The Chosen One That Khorne Anticipated

Whether Angron is his own ascended form or the ascended form of Butcher's Nail has been a subject of endless debate. Even with the official answer on the table, no one accepts it!
After all, after this guy joined Khorne, Khorne once removed the Butcher's Nail from his head.

then……

Then this guy just gave up and spent his days writing and drawing. He even wrote a poem for Khorne himself!
"You dog who was completely fooled by Horus! You fool who was deceived by Loka! All the misery in your life is of your own making!" Quan Tiehua coughed up blood, feeling as if one of his hearts had ruptured. The power armor's alarm beeped in his ears; if he didn't receive timely treatment, he would soon be returning to the throne of the Emperor.

Angron did not reply, but the twitching of the flesh at the corner of his eye from time to time expressed his feelings at that moment.

He slowly raised the Dark Blade. But the next moment, the Butcher's Staff above his head began to writhe wildly like a swarm of snakes, releasing electricity as hot as molten lava.

"Ahhh-"

He instantly screamed in pain, clutching his temples with both hands, his eyes sometimes vacant, sometimes filled with anger or regret.

For some reason, two lines of scarlet tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, but they became almost insignificant under his scarlet skin.

The dark blade in his hand fell to the ground, and the electric current struck the surrounding soil and rocks, instantly shattering the fragile soil and rocks into ashes.

The surrounding Astartes corpses were also electrocuted into charcoal by the electric current! Quan Tiehua looked at the commander, who was barely breathing, and then at the brothers lying on the ground around him, already dead.

Despite the excruciating pain of her heart bursting, she slowly got up!

"Ah-"

But the pain of a broken heart is something no ordinary person can suppress. Especially as he moves, his body needs his heart to pump blood.

The ruptured heart caused him immense pain, and he couldn't help but howl.

The chainsaw sword in his hand was now shattered, and the machine spirit had long since returned to the Golden Throne.

Looking at the still-frenzied Angron, and then at the broken chainsaw sword in his hand, he stood stiffly in place, taking a few deep breaths to catch his breath.

He then bent down and picked up the Dark Blade from the ground after a few steps!
"Angron, you coward! Today, on behalf of the Emperor and all the innocent people who perished because of your cowardice, I will destroy you, you traitor!"

The surrounding demons and the remaining Astartes were all stunned by this scene. This Astartes could actually wield a weapon bestowed by a Chaos God? And he was even preparing to fight the Primarch who had ascended to demonic power?
Was it his eyes that deceived him, or his brain? The surviving members of the Blood Angels and the Man-Eating Shark Legion looked at each other, reaching a tacit understanding at that moment.

At this moment, Quan Tiehua, wielding the Dark Blade, was suffering immense pain. The instant he touched the Dark Blade, Quan Tiehua's heart was instantly filled with rage, especially his anger at Angron's disappointment in him, which directly brought out his deep-seated resentment towards his transmigration.

He knew it was the power of Khorne at work, that evil god symbolizing war, courage, destruction, and the convergence of all extreme emotions, both positive and negative. It was now corrupting his consciousness! He knew exactly what to do; he desperately tried to suppress his anger!
He even bit down so hard that his upper and lower teeth pierced deep into his gums, causing a lot of blood to flow out.

Meanwhile, Khorne, inside the warp, witnessed this scene, and his heart pounded wildly with a mixture of unease and excitement.

His unease stemmed from the fear that if this guy killed Angron, he would ultimately be unable to become his chosen one, resulting in a huge loss on his investment.

The excitement comes from the fact that if he can kill Angron, then becoming his chosen one would be very nice.

Because he felt that this guy was someone he admired and favored even more than the archangel!
However, the four gods in the warp were already at odds, and with the Emperor's interference, his wish was probably going to be dashed! Looking at the still frenzied Angron, Quan Tiehua's eyes slowly turned blood red.

His height, which was originally close to three meters, had now exceeded three meters. The power armor was now somewhat ill-fitting on him.

He looked at Angron, raised the Dark Blade in his hand, and charged forward!

Meanwhile, the four Warp Gods watched this scene with mixed emotions. Khorne was ecstatic, while the other three were extremely anxious. They glanced at the battlefield, then at their chosen gods who were still being held back.

Tzeentch, in particular, was furious. He couldn't forget how Khorne had stripped him of his feathers.

"No, this is not a perfect plan at all! This change is disgusting! I need a perfect plan! God, but there is no right time!" His wings, which had evolved into hands, were haphazardly scratching his bird face, making him look somewhat dejected.

But the next moment, he seemed to sense something and looked towards a certain place in the subspace.

The demon seemed a little dazed for a moment, exclaiming "Wow!" before silently snapping its fingers.
Damn it, I'm fucking annoyed. None of you will get away with this!
Meanwhile, the battle in space continues.

Tiberius never imagined that the already destroyed Astral Knights Chapter would end up in such a wretched state!
They were clearly a chaotic creation, yet they possessed no marks indicating their power. It was as if they were undifferentiated chaos itself!
However, the psionic spells they occasionally unleash are unlike those cast by psionicists from other Chaos factions; they do not contain extreme emotions.

The psionic spells they unleashed really seemed like a burst of energy!
Even after these energies struck the members of the battle group, the terracotta armor instantly crumbled into dust. Dust in the truest sense of the word.

This dust can even coalesce into weapons shaped like bombs to assassinate passersby.

Delerhan held the crystal ball in both hands, his entire consciousness now immersed in it.

A creature with a thin, grayish appearance, wearing a tattered gold headdress that looked like it had been picked up from a garbage dump, and oval amber eyes that crackled like lit firecrackers. Its body was covered with empty slots that were either inlaid with gemstones or something else.

"We need to go to the planet below. Let that otherworldly soul serve as the catalyst! In this way, with my help, the entire planet can complete your ideal reconstruction of the Astral Knights!"

Delhan knelt on one knee and bowed his head in reverence. "My God! Will my brothers really be resurrected as I believe?"

The being, or rather, the consciousness, remained silent, floating around Delerhan. As if reading his mind, it said, "I know your concerns. Those four petty thieves in the warp were merely thieves who stole the laws of the universe during... several galactic wars. We are the true gods! The gods of the entire... uh... universe... um... the gods! Help me complete my restoration, and you will see a far wider world, not just this tiny place of the galaxy!"

"Yes! My God!" Delhan's expression was somewhat fanatical; he wanted to gain greater power. And now, this being, who was once even more powerful than the Four Gods, gave him hope.

Now, he sometimes looks at the Astartes of other chapters with disdain, thinking, "They just know how to mess around in a galaxy. What's the point? What I want is absolute power over several galaxies! I wouldn't mind making the false emperor my subordinate!"

After Delerhan withdrew, the consciousness did not fall into a deep sleep as usual, but instead silently floated in the empty and quiet space.

Using his own energy and abilities, he connected with the energy of the planet below, observing Astartes, which possessed an otherworldly soul.

"This universe needs a makeover!"

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(End of this chapter)