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Chapter 155 The Sober King of Slashing

The course of the battle was rewritten in an unexpected way.

The sudden appearance of the warriors changed the tide of the battle.

Bruce pursued Abaddon across the vast expanse of the stars, traversing billions of planets to meet this fateful showdown, seeking only two things.

Settle the blood feud and reclaim Ye Bai's head.

But just as the outcome was about to be decided and the obsession was about to end, Abaddon delivered the cruelest answer: Ye Bai's remains were no longer in his hands, but had been given to someone else.

These words ignited the pent-up rage within Bruce's chest, and the raging psionic flames burned Abaddon's body and soul to ashes.

Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster who had previously reigned supreme on the battlefield, possessed the complete blessings of the four gods, and had already undergone a demonic transformation, had perished under Bruce's overwhelming power.

The chaotic leader who had wreaked havoc on the Milky Way for millennia has thus come to a complete end, dying silently.

The moment Abaddon died, the ferocity of the entire Chaos faction suddenly spiraled out of control and collapsed completely.

The surrounding chaotic rifts opened completely, and countless demons surged and poured out like a black tidal wave. Densely packed lesser demons, mutated minions, and high-ranking demons, carrying the chaotic aura that corroded everything, launched a frenzied counterattack, attempting to cover up the fact that the War General had fallen and devour the enraged hunter with the boundless demonic tide.

The next second, a deafening roar reverberated throughout the entire Terra battlefield.

A deafening metallic roar erupted as the heavily armored mech, its entire body covered in surreal armor, materialized into existence. Bruce, seated in the core cockpit of the mech, shattered the chaotic waves with absolute dominance.

This heavily armored machine is fully equipped with annihilation weapons. Its thick alloy armor reflects a cold and murderous light. Every inch of its mechanical structure carries the absolute power to crush darkness. With each step of the heavy mech, even the sacred surface of Terra trembles violently.

Without needing to test the waters further, Bruce, controlling the heavy armored vehicle, launched a fierce attack.

High-energy beams, heavy mechanical blades, and all-area sweeping firepower were unleashed instantly, and the ferocious firepower network locked down the entire demon horde.

The high-level demons and Chaos elites, who had previously ravaged the battlefield, suppressed the allied forces, and possessed an overwhelming ferocity, were utterly vulnerable before the overwhelming power of the heavily armored body. Sharp mechanical blades swept across the land, each slash tearing apart the mutated demonic body, spraying black demonic blood everywhere.

Saturation firepower relentlessly swept across the battlefield; any monster touched by the beams instantly disintegrated, carbonized, or destroyed.

Annihilation; even the remaining demonic spirits were completely burned to ashes.

There was no stalemate, no tug-of-war, only one-sided, ruthless slaughter and crushing.

The overwhelming tide of chaotic energy surged forth relentlessly, yet it couldn't even budge the armor of the mechs. The chaotic army, which had just been enough to overturn Terra's defenses, was now being wiped out like ants.

Bruce, piloting his heavily armored mech, traversed the blood-soaked battlefield. Wherever he went, chaos receded and demonic flames vanished. The cold, towering steel mech became the ultimate judgment and an unsolvable nightmare for all chaotic monsters.

The entire battlefield was plunged into an utterly desolate and shocking silence.

The Imperial Space Marines, the wounded Imperial Guards, and the exhausted Imperial garrison, who were engaged in fierce fighting in the distance, all instinctively stopped.

Having witnessed the Primarchs' carnage and the demonic catastrophe, the Imperial soldiers were now all trembling in shock, their minds reeling, their faces filled with utter disbelief.

They witnessed firsthand the invincible ferocity of the Ascended Abaddon, whose Primarch was no match for him, and saw him swiftly defeated. They also witnessed a human heavy armored mech slaughtering high-ranking archmages, which even the Legion could not withstand, with unimaginable power.

The Eldar Prophets and Ark Warriors, concealed on the flanks of the battlefield and maintaining the psionic barrier, experienced violent fluctuations in their psionic links.

The Spirit Clan members, who possessed ten thousand years of experience and a deep understanding of the top combat power in the galaxy, completely abandoned all composure and indifference at this moment.

They had witnessed the power of the Primarch and the projection of the Evil God, but they had never seen such pure, violent, and unsolvable crushing power. With the strength of a single player, it swept across the entire Chaotic Demon Sea, slaying Great Demons as easily as cutting dry grass, completely shattering all races' understanding of the combat power system.

All eyes were fixed on the heavily armored figure in the center of the battlefield, a figure capable of endless slaughter.

His rage had not subsided, and his killing spree continued.

"I will make all the demons pay with their lives!"

Even as Abaddon was utterly destroyed, Bruce, piloting his heavy armored mech, continued to relentlessly purge the chaotic darkness of Terra's final days on the blood-red battlefield.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the battlefield, Angron, the demon prince of Khorne, was enveloped in an unprecedented and eerie silence.

He did not perish; his demonized body was instinctively and slowly repairing its wounds, with flesh and demonic body constantly recombining and healing.

This time, however, the repair process was unusually slow, almost to the point of stagnation. What everyone saw as a shattered skull and torn flesh was not a fracture of the skull, but rather the entire scalp being forcibly peeled off and torn away.

But what this seemingly terrifying trauma truly shook was the forbidden creation, the Butcher's Nail, which had been rooted in his bones and entangled his soul for millennia.

Angron, who had been endlessly harassed and entangled by the Butcher's Nail's violent obsession, and controlled by endless bloodlust and madness, finally found liberation in the fierce battle just now.

Bruce precisely targeted the primal shackles deep within his soul, using pure psionic fire that incinerated everything to remove more than half of the Butcher's Nail buried deep in his skull and marrow, and then completely incinerated the remaining structure with raging flames.

AI assistance from Renlian can remove that nail most efficiently.

The shackles of millennia have been shattered in a single day.

Only then did Angron lose the motivation to fight him.

At this moment, Angron is still a demon prince under Khorne. His demonic body is intact and his authority remains, but the shackles that have bound him throughout his life and driven his endless killing and madness have been completely destroyed.

Shedding the mad domination of the Butcher's Nail, this bloodthirsty demon prince has completely shed the tyranny etched into his very soul.

Watching Bruce's invincible figure as he single-handedly slaughtered demons and swept through chaos in the center of the battlefield, a pure sense of awe and admiration unexpectedly arose in my heart, which had always been filled with nothing but bloodlust.

A low, hoarse murmur escaped his throat, no longer a frenzied roar, but a heartfelt praise: "Praise be to the Blood God, praise be to Terra..."

"Ah—the mighty warrior—"

This outrageous and mind-blowing sight completely stunned everyone watching on the battlefield.

The vicious and insane Angron stood calmly, even praising his adversary.

Only Guilliman, with his profound gaze, saw through the core root of this upheaval and uttered the truth in a deep voice: "The butcher's nail on Angron's head has been pulled out."

These few words, like a thunderclap, resounded among the allied forces, causing everyone to be instantly shocked and shaken.

"It's been pulled out?"

"How can the butcher's nail be forcibly removed?"

"Legend has it that once the Butcher's Nail, driven into the soul, is removed, the original body will undoubtedly die!"

"But Angron—he's perfectly alive, showing no signs of dying!"

Everyone was plunged into extreme astonishment and bewilderment; no one could comprehend this bizarre sight that overturned the empire's millennia-old understanding.

Meanwhile, deep within the Holy Terra Palace, atop the golden throne, Fang Yun, the supreme commander of the human battlefield, gazed silently at the projection of the Emperor's will, slowly uttering cold yet truthful words.

Just then, a filthy and violent chaotic evil energy suddenly surged from the depths of the void.

It's terrorism!

Sensing that the Demon Prince of Mordor had broken free of his shackles and escaped the control of the God of Blood and Slaughter, he had already locked onto Angron through the Chaos Rift.

A surge of malevolent psychic energy from the depths of the warp surged forth, attempting to forcibly pull Angron back into the embrace of chaos, to once again taint the demon prince's body with bloodlust and madness, turning him once more into a tool of Khorne's slaughter and carnage.

At the critical moment, a vast, pure, and supreme divine spirit descended with a roar, precisely enveloping Angron's entire demonic body!

The Emperor and the Commander attacked simultaneously.

"Hmph, you're trying to use Abaddon and Angron as bait to lure me into making a move."

"But they are also bait to lure you!"

That's the situation now; whoever strikes first will suffer.

Both sides had a chance to make a move, but Khorne couldn't sit still any longer.

The holy golden light completely isolated the filth and chaos, forcefully severing Khorne's spiritual pull and enslavement across the warp, and locking the reborn Angron within the real dimension of the Terra battlefield.

Battlefield orders suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth, absolute commands from Fang Yun, the supreme commander of the human realm.

Even though Bruce was still filled with the frenzied killing intent after the bloody battle, he had no right to resist.

This is because, throughout the entire galaxy, only Fang Yun possesses the absolute authority to directly seal and strip Bruce of all his power.

He silently bent down, grabbed Angron with one hand—who had completely lost the ability to resist and whose shackles were shattered—and carrying this demon prince who once made the galaxy tremble, he strode towards the Terra Palace through the smoke and blood.

The heavy footsteps shattered the ashes scattered on the ground, traversing the desolate battlefield and reaching the gates of the Holy Imperial Palace.

Bruce raised his hand and gently tossed Angron, placing the Primarch, who had endured countless ages of torment, steadily before the white jade steps of Terra Palace.

The moment you step into the palace hall, an overwhelming and sacred power washes over you.

The pure, gentle yet immense imperial psychic energy washed over Angron's demonic body and soul, gradually cleansing away the remaining chaotic and malevolent energy and calming his restless mind that had been turbulent for millennia.

The last cloudiness in Anglong's eyes slowly faded, and his gaze became increasingly clear and bright.

Ten thousand years later, he finally faced the sacred temple he had once hated, betrayed, and slaughtered with a clear mind.

When his gaze finally fell upon the supreme golden throne, Angron's body suddenly stiffened, his mind completely overwhelmed by the shock.

There was no awe-inspiring, supreme figure, no supreme ruler overlooking the starry sky.

Only a emaciated, almost completely decomposed body, with exposed bones and muscles, remained firmly imprisoned on the throne.

For ten thousand years, his soul burned; for ten thousand years, he supported the starlight torch; for ten thousand years, he withstood the backlash of subspace chaos. Endless torment, endless burning, endless loneliness relentlessly gnawed at this body day and night.

This is the human emperor who rules the human empire, creates interstellar legions, and is both respected and hated by his countless descendants.

This is the father he has resented and hated for millennia, whom he sees as the source of all injustice.

Once dominated by the Butcher's Nail, his mind was filled only with obsessive hatred and madness, convinced that the emperor was selfish and ruthless.

Heartless, treating them as pawns and discarding them at will.

But now, standing there conscious, witnessing firsthand the sight of his soul being shattered and his flesh and blood being burned away, the immense shock instantly overwhelmed all his thoughts.

The overwhelming hatred suddenly faltered, giving rise to extreme bewilderment and trembling.

Does he hate him? Yes, he hates him very much. He thinks the emperor is a moral coward.

But seeing this scene before him, he was bewildered.

He possesses a powerful telepathic ability, allowing him to sense the emperor's suffering.

His throat tightened, he was almost speechless, and his heart was filled with complex emotions he had never felt before.

Fang Yun stood quietly to the side, seeing through all his struggles, shock, and inner turmoil. He spoke slowly, his voice deep and clear, echoing throughout the deathly silent hall: "You hate him, resent him, hate his injustice, resent his heartlessness, and feel that the pain you have endured is the most extreme in the world."

"Yes, I also dislike him, so I came."

"But Angron, the torment you have endured is not even a fraction of what he has suffered while sitting on his golden throne."

"You wanted revenge, and yes, you did."

"The pain of all you Primarchs, the suffering of billions of humans in the galaxy, the immense pressure of the survival of the entire human civilization, and the relentless corruption and backlash of the Warp Gods—all of these have weighed on him alone for tens of thousands of years."

"You are imprisoned for a time, he is imprisoned for eternity. You suffer the torment of body and soul, he endures day and night the annihilation of his soul."

The ultimate torture of eternal burning.

Angron lowered his head slightly, his body stiffened, and the chaotic and malevolent aura on his demonic body completely subsided.

His mind was now completely clear, no longer controlled by the nails, no longer swept up in madness; all reason told him that what Fang Yun said was true.

The resentment and wounds buried for thousands of years have long been etched into the very essence of things, and will not vanish because of a shock or a revelation of the truth.

The pain is real, the betrayal is never fake, and suffering runs through one's entire life.

Fang Yun raised his eyes to look at the golden throne, facing the supreme will that had been silent for eternity. His words were firm and clear, frankly stating all the rights and wrongs: "Emperor, the way you ruled the empire was ultimately wrong."

"You have borne ten thousand years of suffering for the survival of civilization, and single-handedly held up the long night sky for all mankind. No one can match you."

"But your mistake was turning responsibility into a cold order, your offspring into usable tools, hiding all warmth under the rules, silently enduring everything, and personally pushing away everyone who wanted to get close to you."

The main hall fell into an eternal silence.

The emperor's will, which had endured millennia of torment, fell completely silent at this moment. After a long while, the vast divine spirit, no longer majestic and awe-inspiring, transformed into a wisp of extremely gentle light, softly caressing Angron's soul.

A thought, long overdue and spanning millennia, poured directly into the depths of Angron's clear soul: "Yes, I was wrong."

These two simple words carried millennia of silence, forbearance, and unspeakable guilt, resounding silently throughout the vast imperial palace.