Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

"But my brother Angron once refused to raise his fist against his comrades!"

"Shut up!"

Angron knew who Sandales was talking about, but he was also shocked that Sandales knew the name.

Even though he has become a demon, that name is still buried in the grave in his heart.

"You're not him!"

"how about you?"

"I am not Angron either! I told you, that Angron is dead!"

Angron tried to charge at Sandales, but the copper ring around his neck was emitting a red light.

The Blood God refused to watch this one-sided battle. Such a one-sided attack was meaningless.

Angron, pinned to the spot by the boundless force, roared furiously.

To him, this scene was just like when he was taken away by that hateful man and pinned on the boat with psychic power, unable to resist.

I still haven't gained freedom!

Just like the gladiators of the past did not gain freedom!

"Do you still remember the World Eater's former name?"

"I don't care what they were called before!"

"The World Eaters were once called the War Hounds, Angron. They were once the model of all legions."

Sandiles did not stop talking, but hoped to use the past to tear apart the pitiful defenses of the Demon Prince Angron bit by bit.

He intended to use madness and anger to cover up the true state of his heart, but this was nothing more than a pathetic venting.

"You transformed the former war dog into the World Eater, and now you have become the Blood God's war dog. You think you have gained freedom by breaking away from the Emperor, but have you ever considered that you have become nothing more than a tool?"

"Look at the brass ring around your neck. Doesn't it look like a collar to you?"

Angron raised his head from under the pressure and looked at his brother who was talking nonsense not far away.

"What do you know? He's only used me as a tool from the beginning. If he had sent a troop to rescue my gladiator brothers, how could I possibly hate him?!"

"Besides, you're just a dog following his orders!"

Sandiles simply shook his head at Angron's disparagement.

Regarding the matter of Angron, the Emperor did indeed act very unkindly. If the Emperor had treated Angron with even a little bit of the same attitude as he treated Vulkan or Sanguinius, the former King of Red Sand would not have fallen to such a state.

Just as Angron said, even if he sent a troop to rescue his gladiator brothers and help them overthrow the slave owners' reign of terror on Nutheria, the King of Red Sand would never become the Blood God's war dog.

"I didn't receive any orders from him. Everything I did from Valentino until now was my own will."

“His goals are ultimately the same as mine, so we’re just people on the same path.”

Sandales now understood that any exhortation was meaningless to Angron. Faced with this brother who was filled with resentment towards the Emperor from the bottom of his heart, he could only use force to make him retreat.

"I will ask you only once: are you challenging me as Angron, or as the Demon Prince?"

"You are wasting your time! As Angron, I challenge you to a duel. Take up your weapons!"

Sandales achieved his goal. If he couldn't make the ascended demon Angron accept his name and identity, then his next idea would never be realized.

Wielding two blades of different shapes and powers, Sandales stood opposite Angron.

He saw in Sanguinius's memory that the last time a similar scene appeared was in front of the Lion's Gate on Terra, when Angron, also a demon prince, challenged Sanguinius.

And today, the past is repeating itself.

84

Chapter 84 "Calm, Only Calm"

(It’s lunchtime, and the 7500-word electronic mustard tuber is here.)

(The King of Red Sand is enjoying a peaceful lunch with you right now ^O^／)

The battle between Sandales and Angron broke out. The scarlet blood sword and the sword of hope in Sandales's hand collided with each other, and blood and light surged in the confrontation.

Angron was a real demon at this moment, and Sandales could smell the scent of blood flowing through his nostrils almost every time.

There was only hatred and rage in those yellow eyes, without any trace of the former King of Red Sand.

The bloody sword passed by Sandiles' face every time, and the gusts of sword wind almost lifted Sandiles' hair.

Thousand Faces and Harlequin Hilandri had also arrived on the surface of the Webway at this time, but even these two high-level fighters among the Eldar could not see clearly the movements of Sandales and Angron during the battle.

They were too fast, so fast that even the Eldar couldn't keep up. If they really fought with Sandales, they would most likely be cut in half after a few rounds of parrying.

"Why are you just parrying? Attack!"

"I will not attack my brother."

"I repeat, I am not Angron!"

A furious blow sent Sandres flying, but before he could launch his next attack, Sandres flapped his wings to escape his attack range.

Angron tried to chase, but was kicked in the head by Sandales.

The immense force caused Angron to stagger briefly, but he instinctively swung the bloody sword in his hand towards Sandales's right leg.

If it were the former Sanguinius, the battle at this moment would never be so complicated.

Unfortunately, Sandales has not yet grown to the strength of the Archangel Sanguinius. He cannot defeat Angron quickly, but he can also give Angron a heavy blow within a limited opportunity.

The bloody sword failed to attack Sandiles' right leg, but instead directly chopped the ground.

The Sword of Hope slashed through the brass armor on Angron's body. The burning flames directly cut through the armor's shell, and the tip of the sword left a huge scar on Angron's flesh.

If this kind of wound happened to someone else, the opponent's combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced instantly, but if it happened to Angron, the impact would be minimal.

Angron's body was so strong that a mere wound could not have any substantial impact on him. Instead, the pain and blood increased his fighting spirit, and he attacked even faster with the sword in his hand.

"Am I really unable to see the old Angron?"

"You're still deceiving yourself. You're clearly hiding something most precious, yet you're running away like a coward, hiding and denying that last bit of conscience."

Angron swung his sword at Sandales again, as if trying to ignore what he said.

But Sandiles knew that there must still be a tiny fragment in the body of the Demon Prince.

That is the real King of Red Sand, the brother who is calm and knows how to soothe others' emotions.

What he knew even more clearly was that the fragment was not buried for his Primarch brothers, but for his gladiator brothers who had once been on Nuthria.

Or perhaps it was for his gladiator comrade who was like a father to him - Oinomaus.

That was the first man Angron killed after being fitted with the Butcher's Nails, the last gladiator to fight alongside the former King of the Red Sands.

He was going to find that fragment during the battle and rescue it from Angron's body.

"You don't understand that kind of anger, and you don't understand what I've been through!"

"You, like those brothers, grew up in a safe environment, and there were even more people who looked after you. But what about me?!"

"Who had to constantly struggle with his own violent thoughts? Who was treated like a slave on his fallen home planet? Who watched helplessly as his comrades were slaughtered by those who enslaved them during the endless struggle?"

"It's me! I'm the miserable one!"

With a furious shout, Angron's giant hand struck Sandales' abdomen directly. The terrifying power instantly spread throughout his body, so much so that even Sandales felt his body spasm.

He might be able to fight Fulgrim to a draw, as their fighting styles were extremely similar, and Fulgrim's flexibility and cunningness could be compensated by his own advantages in this area.

But Angron was different. After being promoted to the Demon Prince, his power was terrifying. Angron could withstand several attacks from himself, but he had to be careful to avoid any of his attacks from being effective.

Otherwise, your body will inevitably suffer injuries.

Sandales, who was hit in the abdomen by Angron's straight punch, flew backwards instantly, and his body even dragged a long trail on the ground.

The Blood Angels standing in the battle line were almost livid. The Father of Genes suffered such a blow before their eyes, and they could not intervene in the battle.

Thousand Faces and Hilandri were already prepared. If Angron really launched a fatal attack on Sandiles, they would take action immediately and use psychic power to curb the opponent's actions.

There might not be a way to subdue the demon prince directly, but it would certainly be possible to temporarily hinder Angron's actions.

Sandales, who was knocked to the ground, just opened his eyes and saw Angron holding up the bloody sword and slashing at him. In desperation, he could only turn over immediately and flap his wings to push himself to the open space on the right.

The bloody sword that had just chopped the ground was now sweeping towards him again. Sandiles had no time to react and could only rely on the two sharp blades in his hands to dissipate as much force from the sword as possible.

Sandales was knocked out again, but this time he didn't suffer much damage.

He knew he had to make a change in his combat moves, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with Angron's powerful attacks.

You must never collide head-on with the other party.

The advantages of each attack satisfied Angron's heart, but it was followed by an even stronger desire to fight and kill.

The greatsword swung again.

But this time, Sandelles was ready.

He used his nimble body to step on the blade of the greatsword, and under Angron's slightly surprised gaze, he chopped the blade of the Sword of Hope on the opponent's right wrist.

The sharp blade did cut into Angron's flesh, but it could not cut through his brass and iron bones that had been blessed by the Blood God.

But this was enough. The tendons in his wrist were cut, and even the Demon Prince of the Blood God had to succumb to the effects of this injury.

The palm that was holding the greatsword lost its strength at this moment. The greatsword held in the left hand alone was temporarily unable to be swung as powerfully as just now.

Sandales seized the opportunity and successfully took the initiative in the battle. He had to inflict as much damage as possible on Angron's body in this limited time in order to win the duel.

After all, with Angron's body's recovery speed, this wound will heal in no time.

Dragging the Sword of Hope, Sandales rushed towards Angron's chest. The blade cut through his chest again, but this time the wound was deeper.

If the previous wound had merely scratched the brass armor and left a scar on the flesh, this attack left a deep scar on Angron's chest, deep enough to see the bone.

But just when Sandales was about to launch his next attack, the severe pain in his body caused his body to sluggish for half a second.

His internal organs were ruptured in the attack just now.

The Soul Sword Veliszar slashed across Angron's arm. This artifact from the Eldar easily broke through the armor on Angron's forearm and directly cut a wound that exposed his bronze bones.

But Sandales could no longer pursue.

Angron abandoned the greatsword in his hand and swung his left arm directly towards his body. At such a close distance, he could either exchange injury for injury or dodge the attack and look for another opportunity.

If it were just now, he might have exchanged injuries for injuries, but he absolutely couldn't do that now.

His internal organs were already damaged. If Angron's attack was successful, the already damaged organs would be more seriously injured.

Even though he could rely on his self-healing ability to recover from his injuries, this was a duel and Angron would never give him time to recover.

Not to mention that while he was recovering from his injuries, Angron was also recovering at a much faster rate.

He could feel the soul of the old goddess dwelling in Veliszar trying to help him. She was guiding the spiritual winds that once flowed through the realm of Asuryan to protect his injured internal organs and attempt to heal him.

So he had to dodge and not let Angron's left arm attack his body.

The three pairs of wings behind him immediately flapped, dragging his body into the air.

The moment he was away from Angron, the scarlet left fist immediately passed in front of his eyes. If it was even one centimeter closer, Angron's fist would have grazed his forehead.

Cold sweat appeared on Sandales' face. He had misjudged Angron's attack. The opponent was not targeting his body, but his head.

If the attack just now had landed, his head would have been severely hit instantly. Even if he didn't faint on the spot, he would have temporarily lost the ability to continue fighting due to the instantaneous heavy blow.

This battle is much more difficult than I imagined.

"Don't try to add more scars to his body; that's useless. Attack his joints and cripple his limbs."

Horus in the Sea of Souls immediately came up with a countermeasure. Angron's powerful attacks were based on the joints of his body. As long as his joints could be disabled, this guy's combat effectiveness would be cut in half.

Sandales accepted the proposal and launched another attack after finding the right opportunity.

Angron's wrist had not recovered, and the tiny burning flame was still burning the wound on his wrist, but there was only a little time left before the flame went out.

"Our battle isn't over yet, is it?"

"This is a duel, and a duel is a fight to the death."

Angron stated this in a hoarse voice, and then he expected Sandales to attack him again. It would be too boring if this battle ended like this.

Only one of them could continue standing.

"I now finally believe what you just said. You are indeed not Angron. You are merely a prison that imprisons my brother's soul."