Warhammer: Empire Reboot

In the Southern Hemisphere, under Agrippina, it was completely dark.

It's not because Angron blocked the light.

Instead, all the railguns, guided guns, light lances, thermoelectric arrays, and stasis anchors simultaneously pressed their lines of sight toward the same red plain.

A true Primarch-level hunt has begun.

P.S.: 2.6 words updated today, brothers, please vote! Tomorrow we'll use the Primarch to perform the sacrifice!

Chapter 171 Tearing Apart the Demon Primarch, Obtaining Demigodhood

Angron shattered the surface of Agrippina.

The physical laws of the real universe acted like a red-hot shackle, pressing down on him and preventing him from maintaining the massive, star-obscuring divine form he possessed in the subspace.

Even so, the Primarch of the Demon that forcibly squeezed into the mortal world was still fifty meters tall.

Fifty meters.

In the Imperial military system, this height is close to that of a fully armed Warmaster-level Titan.

But Titans require reactor preheating, machine spirit coordination, and hundreds of servants, technicians, and throne pilots to maintain balance.

Angron doesn't need it.

He was a red storm built from chaotic energy, mutated muscles, painful nerves, and pure killing intent.

His reddish skin was covered with cracks that looked like lava.

Those cracks weren't left by swords or blades, but rather were wounds inflicted inch by inch by the laws of physics when he forcibly traversed the rifts in reality.

The wound was several meters deep, with its edges rolled back, and dark red bone structures were faintly visible inside.

The next moment, a mist of blood poured out.

Subspace energy burrows into the wound like a swarm of hungry maggots, causing muscle fibers to twitch, entangle, and reorganize.

The cracking sound of bones being reset rolled across the red plains like a thunderstorm rising from the earth.

Angron held the brass greatsword "Spinebreaker" upside down in his left hand and the black greatsword "Samniares" in his right.

The blade of that sword was not made of metal, but rather resembled some kind of living thing forged into a weapon.

On the dark blade, the Khorne runes flickered on and off, each flash seeming as if countless souls were crashing and howling within the blade.

The nearest Imperial position to him was an armored array converted from an old Mechanicus strongpoint.

Two Macado Defender super-heavy tanks are firing at full power.

The stabilizing brackets under the vehicle were deeply embedded in the ground, but the recoil still caused the entire tank to slide backward, leaving two charred grooves.

The twin-mounted laser cannons ripped through the air.

The battle cannons roared continuously.

Firepower powerful enough to tear down the outer walls of the fortress poured directly onto Angron's chest.

He didn't hide.

There was no blocking.

The laser burned through the skin, melted the flesh on the chest, and revealed a row of huge ribs emitting a black and red glow.

The shell exploded in front of his chest cavity, the fragments embedding deep into his muscles, only to be squeezed out by the rapidly bulging granulation tissue.

In less than half a second, the wound closed.

Not even a white mark was left.

Angron grinned.

That's the instinctive reaction of wild animals when they smell blood before the slaughter begins.

He took a step forward.

In one step, one can traverse hundreds of meters.

He casually swept the black sword across with his right hand.

Before the sword even touched the tank, the air was compressed into a high-pressure air blade.

The next instant, the physical blade followed, cutting into the armor belts of the two Macados at supersonic speed.

The adamantite composite armor, reactor, ammunition depot, and track drive shaft were sliced ​​into two smooth halves in a tenth of a second.

Angron sheathed his sword.

The upper halves of the two tanks slid off belatedly, and the plasma reactors inside the tanks belatedly detonated, exploding into two blinding fireballs.

On the other side of the ruins, a knight mech that was originally preparing to flank had just activated its chainsaw sword.

Anglong caught a glimpse of it.

He didn't even turn around.

Twist the muscles in your left shoulder, engaging your entire arm.

The massive brass axe dragged a bloody afterimage from his side, its movements brutal and stiff, yet so fast they defied air resistance.

The axe blade fell.

The knight mech's ion shield had just lit up when it shattered like a soap bubble struck by a hammer.

The giant axe cleaved open the head observation window, smashed the cockpit, severed the main servo spine, and finally poured into the ground with undiminished force.

boom!

The earth's crust rises up like ocean waves.

Within a one-kilometer radius, the metal ground cracked continuously, and deep red geothermal steam spewed out from the cracks.

Several transport vehicles that were retreating were shaken and rolled away, their armored chassis smashing through a section of the remaining wall.

Behind the defensive line, the Xiongwei Brigade is carrying out the retreat order.

These flesh-and-blood behemoths, standing 4.2 meters tall and weighing up to 5 tons, are enough to make ordinary armies mistake them for mobile fortresses.

But in front of the fifty-meter-tall Anglon, they couldn't even reach his knees.

The 38-centimeter-thick refractive force field tower shield in Xiong Wei's hand looked like a bunch of ridiculous door panels in the face of the shock aftershocks that were enough to change the structure of the earth's crust.

Angron did not give chase.

His attention was not on the "ants".

He straightened up, the thick butcher's nails on the back of his head throbbing violently, like rusty iron pipes pouring boiling oil into his brain.

pain.

anger.

kill.

There was also a scent that had brought him from the depths of the subspace.

He's looking for the source.

"Losen, get out here!"

Angron's roar exploded directly in the minds of all the creatures.

Ten kilometers away, the eardrums of several suicide soldiers ruptured instantly, and blood flowed down their ear canals into their collars.

"A reptile that erases the soul!"

He stepped on an old turret and crushed it, the metal debris pressing into thin sheets under his foot.

"Hiding behind these soulless puppets? This is your trap?"

He suddenly lowered his head, and hot blood mist squeezed out from between his fangs.

“Then I’ll dismantle the trap. I’ll peel this metal planet apart inch by inch and bring your skull back to the Brass Throne!”

Before the words were even finished, the spatial coordinates distorted.

Lawson crossed space to arrive.

He hovered eighty meters above the ground, his living metal wings spread behind him, the edges of his silver wings shimmering with fine golden light.

He looked down at Anglong.

"Angron".

Lawson's voice cut through the gunfire and explosions, as steady as if he were calling roll at a conference table.

"You want to see me that much?"

He bowed slightly: "I've arrived."

Anglong suddenly looked up.

Crimson eyes locked onto the figure in mid-air. The Butcher's Nail convulsed wildly within the skull, contorting the muscles in his face into an almost inhumanly grotesque grimace.

"It's you..."

He opened his enormous mouth, which was filled with fangs.

“I will tear your limbs off, hang your entrails on the spinebreakers, and your skull…”

"Offered to the Blood God?"

Lawson finished speaking for him, then said sarcastically, "Has your Khorne's repertoire of lines not been updated in thousands of years?"

Angron's eyes bulged suddenly.

Lawson slowly shook his head.

"However, I have a question."

He stared at the clusters of throbbing Butcher's Nails on the back of Angron's head, his voice suddenly lowering.

“Angron, gladiator of Nukelia, slave of the Great Crusade, look at me closely. Don’t you really recognize me? Look at my face, look at the aura emanating from me, don’t you think I look familiar?”

"If your current behavior of recognizing a thief as your father were seen by your fellow gladiators in Nukelia, wouldn't they find it disgusting?"