Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Seventeen minutes!

This is all under the premise of having a skilled and combat-capable gladiator named Onomamus as an assistant.

Alas, Angron.

But in any case, after seventeen minutes of intense fighting, sweat, screams, and bloodshed, the two towering Oglin warriors collapsed under Angron's skill and strength.

When everything came to an end, only Angron and his mentor Onomamus remained standing.

Even though the Primarch fought Oglin for seventeen minutes.

It was a bit embarrassing, but we still won.

"Angron!"

"Angron!"

"Angron!"

The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder as they chanted his name.

Since entering the arena, Angron has only ever possessed the red thread that the victors could obtain.

A fighter who has never faced defeat, a star of Nukelia, has achieved another victory.

Too many victories have also bored some viewers – new ways must be found to liven things up and prevent them from getting tired of the constant Angron wins.

"The audience in Desia doesn't seem to be having enough fun! What should we do?"

"You are both great warriors, beloved by our audience. So, my people, wouldn't you like to witness, in a duel to the death, who will be the greater warrior?!"

Duel to the death!

This battle, which the audience has been eagerly anticipating, is not just a battle, but a life-or-death duel between two long-time partners who have known each other for a long time!

In any duel to the death, only one person can ever leave alive; that is the dignity of a death match!

(Except for Irebus)

The countless spectators in the stands erupted in the loudest roar, like a thunderous tsunami.

Countless people began to speculate and make judgments about whether the final victory would belong to the elderly but experienced gladiator Onomamus or the undefeated rising star of the arena, and some even placed bets on one of them on the spot.

Who will emerge victorious?

Who will become the glorious King of Gladiators and enjoy the adoration of countless spectators?

And who will fall from the arena and become unknown mud and dust in the future?

"I won't fight him!"

Just as everyone was excited to witness the duel between Desia's two strongest warriors, a roar came from the deep pit.

Angron was resolute; he swung his axe with disgust, scattering the surrounding maggot eyes.

"Oh--"

The audience was disgusted by Angron's cowardly and disappointing behavior, and they booed in unison.

"Angron"

Onomamus reached out to him, trying to stop him.

"No!" Angron roared, "Onomamus, it's time to end this! I've spent my whole life killing these beasts who took everything from me, and I won't let them take you away too!"

He then raised his weapon high, pointing it directly at the gilded viewing platform atop the stands: "If you're so eager to witness a thrilling battle, then come down and fight me. Or are you bunch of cowardly high-ranking riders all spineless cowards?"

Laughter, seemingly enjoying the spectacle, could be heard from the crowd.

This is the first time I've ever seen such an interesting and strange thing as a slave insulting a high-ranking rider in a deep pit.

"A lowly stray dog."

The silvery-white maggot-like eyes seemed to have been provoked, revealing an impatient rage.

"You are nothing but a dog, born to shed blood for those more noble than you."

"Your life is worthless and has never had any value," it repeated as if venting its anger. "How dare you, you slave, you stray dog, presume that a great high knight would lower himself to approach your filthy and squalid mud?"

"It's ridiculous."

The fact that the authority of a high-ranking knight had been challenged by a lowly slave made him, as the ruler of the city, extremely unhappy.

Since Angron, as a slave, is unwilling to obey, then to correct him, we will have to use Nukelia's mysterious gadget—

Fortunately, we all know how to deal with a disobedient slave.

"Just people of Deccia—"

The Maggot Eye flew out of the arena, circled all the seats, and then shouted loudly.

"What should we do?!"

Every spectator sitting in the arena had the answer to this question.

"nail!"

"nail!"

The audience in the stands erupted in a roar.

"nail--"

call out--

Just as the stands were being submerged by the orderly waves.

In the distance, in the sky where almost no one paid attention, a ball of light, like a shooting star, with a long trail, descended into the arena in the next instant.

boom!

As the landing module touched down, several loud explosions erupted, kicking up a thick cloud of smoke.

The audience, who had been in high spirits just moments before, fell into a silent hushed silence upon the sudden appearance of this visitor from outer space.

No one knew what it was, and no one had considered that extraterrestrial visitors would join the battle at this time.

"Guard! Guard!"

An impatient, mechanical tone emanated from the maggot's eye.

"Get those people out of here! No one is allowed to disturb the epic gladiatorial match that our audience has been eagerly anticipating!"

Following its command, the mechanical guards swayed forward and circled the high-tech, silver-bone-glowing airdrop pod.

puff.

The airdrop pod remained unchanged despite the high-ranking knight's words.

The hatch opened the next moment, revealing a compartment that had just been repainted and stripped of the conspiratorial decorations.

A human warrior emerged from this bizarre extraterrestrial machine.

He was clad in heavy, purple-gold armor, which was as beautiful as a work of art compared to the armor on Nukelia.

His helmet turned toward Angron, and he stared at him, speaking in a language Angron was familiar with, but he couldn't recall when he had learned it.

"Fortunately, I caught up."

Kasgar let out a sigh of relief.

Just in time, they arrived at the scene before Angron was about to become Nailman.

But the problems that followed seemed even more serious.

How will Casgar confront the terrifying machinery and anesthetic power capable of capturing Primarchs?

There are troublemakers!

This was almost everyone's first reaction.

Countless people in the audience were furious at the strange man who had suddenly interrupted their enjoyment.

"Guards! Seize him!"

He watched as the mechanical guards gradually moved into the center of the arena, towards the mechanical guards surrounding Casca and the slave hunters wielding tranquilizer darts and dragging electric fences.

I felt somewhat uneasy.

If, by any chance, this Nukelia is really that powerful, with emperors everywhere and principalities as insignificant as dogs, then he—

The mechanical guards, armed with stun batons, lunged at Casca.

"careful!"

Behind him, Angron shouted.

"They're very fast! Don't get hit!"

Angron frequently uses the stun baton on the mechanical guards.

While this high-powered weapon won't kill, it's enough to leave someone lying on the ground, unable to move or fight.

Moreover, the mechanical guards are fast.

Compared to human reaction time, the speed of a machine's action is absolutely—

very slow.

Perhaps Angron reminded Casca that this thing is fast.

But in Casca's eyes, he was just very slow.

The kind of slow that's impossible to describe.

Click.

Kasgar easily dodged the attack with minimal effort, then effortlessly pulled it away with his hand—

The mechanical guard snapped easily in two with a tearing sound, and the cable connectors flew away into the distance, leaving Casca with a puzzled look in its eyes.

broken.

I used too much force and couldn't stop in time.

The next slave hunter who was about to step forward saw that things were not going well and tried to retreat, but Casca's explosive pistol was already aimed at his head.

In an instant, the entire row of slave hunters were charred into charcoal by this beam of rays.

"Something's wrong!"

Faced with Casca's formidable fighting prowess, the high-ranking knights finally regained their composure.

But at the same time, Casgar lost his composure.

Damn it, how can it be so weak? I just wanted to ask you something.

Kasga was left with only endless questions.

He turned back to look at Angron with an incredulous gaze.

The other side also seemed surprised by Casca's formidable fighting power.

"Friend, you're amazing."

He swallowed hard as he spoke.

wrong.

It's not that I'm too strong, it's that you're too weak!

If it wasn't an emergency, Casca would have wanted to beat Angron right now.

When that Fire Dragon Lord, Vokan, was only three years old, he was already able to smash through a large Dark Spirit Clan slave-hunting team with two giant iron hammers!

And you, Angron!

You, Angron, could easily defeat a bunch of charlatans and white bean sprouts, leaving them exhausted and severely injured!

Even killing the White Bean Sprout Squad turned out to be his most valuable battle.

After the bean sprouts were given to the slave-catching team, after the slave-catching team was given tranquilizers.

Then they hammered in the nails, and now they had no chance of losing.

They've really lost all sense of shame!

When I first planned to come here, I really thought this place must be different from the ordinary world. A place that could make even a Primarch admit defeat must have something unique about it.