Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A sphere of absolute darkness, twelve meters in diameter, appeared without warning in the path of the black sword's thrust.

Subspace black hole projection.

There is no light.

There is no reflection.

Even the act of seeing it seems like the retina is lying.

Angron's thrust is too fast and too heavy.

He poured all his strength into this one sword strike. Even though his beastly instincts sensed danger ahead, his muscles couldn't withdraw the kinetic energy that was enough to destroy mountains.

The black sword pierced the black hole.

It was so smooth it was creepy.

Like a red-hot wire sinking into butter.

Angron forcefully reversed the muscles in his shoulder, his right arm veins bulging, as he tried to pull the sword back.

Lawson clenched his fist.

The black hole finishes swallowing, then instantly contracts and closes.

Angron suddenly pulled back.

He pulled back only half of the sword hilt.

The first half, "Samniares," was severed at the molecular level by the event horizon and completely swallowed into the depths of darkness.

Angron was momentarily stunned.

Then, the roar became even more frantic than before.

"insect!"

He discarded the broken sword.

"A conspiracy! A trick! You think this will save you?"

His left hand gripped the "Spine Crusher".

"I still have an axe!"

The brass axe is heavier and more violent than the black sword.

Angron learned his lesson and stopped his straight-line thrusts.

He forcefully twisted his waist and abdomen in mid-air, his mutated muscles bulging out, and his left arm swung out a huge semi-circle.

The axe blade swept across.

Along the way, Angron's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the space in front of him.

He was waiting for that black dot.

As long as the black hole reappears, he can retract his power and change his tactics.

When the giant axe was still ten meters away from Lawson, the Absolute Dark Sphere indeed opened up directly in front of the axe blade.

"The same trick..."

Angron grinned.

"It won't work on me!"

He suddenly pulled his left arm in the opposite direction.

The muscle fibers made a teeth-grinding tearing sound due to the sudden braking.

The giant brass axe came to an abrupt stop less than half a meter from the black hole.

Successful.

Before Anglong's sinister grin could even widen, he used the momentum of his retreat to prepare for another upward strike.

He wanted to see Lawson miscalculate.

I want to see even the slightest hint of panic in this mortal.

Kolosen's expression remained unchanged.

It even carried a hint of cold pity.

The real trap is never right in front of you.

The moment Angron withdrew his giant axe, the space behind his blind spot collapsed silently.

A second black hole opened.

The force of Angron's sudden braking and violent pullback became the most precise death warrant.

He personally hurled the "Spinebreaker" upside down into the newly opened black hole.

By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

The center of gravity disappeared.

The axe blade disappeared into the darkness.

The black hole closed.

The massive brass axe that had shattered countless Space Marines and severed Titan armor, along with its blade engraved with blasphemous runes, was swallowed up.

In Angron's left hand, only half of the bare axe handle remained.

He stood frozen in place.

The right hand is empty.

Only the broken handle remained on the left hand.

"The one who breaks the spine".

"Samniares".

The two artifacts that accompanied him in his galaxy-slaying campaigns have completely disappeared from the observation range of the physical universe and subspace.

For the Khorne Primarch, losing weapons is more than just a reduction in firepower.

That was a denial of his absolute physical dominance.

Especially "Samniares".

That's not ordinary iron, not refined gold, not an irregular alloy.

Its true form is a living, high-ranking demon.

Ten thousand years ago, deep within the Eye of Terror, the Butcher's Nail tormented Angron to the brink of madness. There, on the scorched earth of the warp, he encountered the powerful demon named Samniares.

Angron single-handedly pinned the great demon to the ground.

Punch after punch, smashing the skull.

A broken spine.

Tearing open the soul.

Finally, through sheer physical violence and Khorne's rage, they forcibly altered the rules and forms of warp life.

He forged the bones, soul, and flesh of that great demon into a longsword that conformed to the habits of Nukelian gladiators.

That sword was proof that he had established the ceiling of chaotic combat power with his fists.

Every gap seemed to scream the eternal humiliation of the Great Demon.

And now, it has been casually erased by Lawson in a way that he cannot understand or resist.

The butcher's nail buzzed sharply.

The metal tentacles pierced the cerebral cortex, releasing pain signals powerful enough to cause brain death in an ordinary Space Marine.

The pain did not deter Angron.

The pain only ignited his last remaining resistance.

I'm going to eat you alive!

Angron roars.

He suddenly squatted down, his legs crushing the geological slabs, and turned to plunge his thick arm into a nearby pile of armored ruins.

That was the wreckage of a destroyed Macado super-heavy tank.

It weighs two hundred tons.

Angron pierced the adamantite chassis with his five fingers, and with a burst of strength from his waist, he pulled the lump of metal from the ground. Using his body as a pivot, he swung the tank wreckage halfway through the air before throwing it away.

Two hundred tons of mass broke the sound barrier with the kinetic energy of the Primarch.

The tank's front end rubbed violently against the air, melting into dark red molten iron, carrying enough potential energy to destroy the orbital defense station, and headed straight for Lawson.

Lawson moved fifty meters to the side and upward.

The tank wreckage grazed past his afterimage and crashed into a cooling tower several kilometers away. The explosion unleashed a sea of ​​fire, illuminating half the plain in a red glow.

Angron did not stop.

The broken mechanical leg of the Chaos Hound Titan.

The reinforced concrete dome of the underground bunker.

Turret wreckage.

Railgun barrel.

Anything he could grab was torn apart, pulled up, and thrown into the air with his bare hands.

A massive metal storm rose in the opposite direction.

He wanted to use dense coverage to block out Lawson's escape route.

As long as you get within ten meters.

Only ten meters.

He could crush this mortal's cervical spine with his bare hands.