I am the magnetic field maniac

Fugen wasn't a germaphobe, but he definitely wouldn't want to do the butterfly stroke in a manure pit. This had nothing to do with perfection or imperfection, it was purely a physiological aversion as a human being!

However, could Mortarion survive in such an environment for ten thousand years?

Fulgrim thought carefully about the always unhappy Mortarion in his false memory, and imagined him covered in plaster. He shook his head, and his evaluation of him dropped again.

"Someone has to take the people on this ship to the bottom." Fugen said righteously.

"They are not like us. The force of the magnetic field rotation allows us to move away from the warship, but they can't. Angron, you have to think about the overall situation."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's play rock-paper-scissors!" Angron said angrily.

"One round determines the outcome. You can only make the move once, and you are not allowed to change the gesture!"

It was fair, but also very unreasonable. Fulgrim sighed and started playing rock-paper-scissors with Angron. The result was - naturally, Angron lost.

"grass!"

Cursing his mother unwillingly and with a gloomy face, Angron had no choice but to act obediently.

With a roar from Angron, he dived towards the Terminus Est like a torpedo, and almost at the same time...

The dark green bombardment fired from the muzzle of the End was like a spear of light tearing through!

Angron did not want to take the attack head-on. To be honest, although he also wanted to try to use the power of the magnetic field to resist the battleship's main gun, it seemed that he did not have the luxury.

What's more, this is Nurgle's flagship. Angron would feel unclean if he was touched by it for even a second.

He decisively dodged the attack of the light spear with a speed almost like a space jump - no, it was a space jump, because even without the original body, his comprehension of the power of the anti-gravity realm was beyond imagination!

What's more, he, holding the black sword tightly, is gradually embracing his unbearable past - and recovering everything that belonged to the original body!

Arriving above the Terminus Est, Angron, who was already five meters tall, raised the black sword without hesitation and rushed downwards!

A frigate blocking the way was right in front of Angron, and as he launched a powerful attack—

"Seven hundred and fifty thousand horsepower, the sword of red sand!!"

Using a random name, Angron roared and blew up the frigate that was more than ten kilometers long!

The warship, covered with Nurgle creatures and shrouded by the tide of corruption, was cut in half in an instant. Then the flames and air waves of the explosion engulfed the warship in an instant, making it difficult for Typhus on the Terminus Est to believe his eyes.

"Father, what on earth is that——"

There was a gurgling sound coming from the throat filled with mucus... Typhons even wondered if his brain had really been hollowed out by the plague bees. Why did he see such a ridiculous picture!

"Hahaha, great, let's do it again!"

Bathed in the fire cloud of the exploding battleship, Angron continued to dash downwards in extremely crazy laughter and joy, while facing the extremely fierce artillery fire of the Terminus Est, his body filled with magnetic field power turned him into a burning meteor!

Gripping the black sword forward, Angron struck directly at the side of the Terminus Est with his entire body ablaze with flames...

His bombardment directly caused a huge shock on the void shield of the End!

Yes, that's it, that's how it should be!!

Angron laughed wildly, in uncontrollable joy! Feeling the fire cloud of the exploding battleship, and the joy of not having to care about anyone or anything, just having to blow up everyone with his own strength!

What is freedom? This is called freedom!

With his own strength, he could fucking destroy an entire army!

The battleship carrying the Destroyer Plague of the End was burning with flames, and the augmented creatures that once represented the blessing and attention of Nurgle were now burning along with the battleship on the cantilever of the galaxy.

Countless warships and fighter planes guarding the Terminus Est, along with the Death Guards inside, were directly shattered by the unbridled force of the magnetic field.

It turns out that any military tactic is ridiculous when faced with an individual with overwhelming power.

The pollution tactics and offensive methods commonly used by the Death Guard seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Angron's frantic attack.

Facing Angron's crazy attack, Typhons tried his best to command the warships to fight back!

However, facing the tiny Angron, the Terminus Est was so huge, and this hugeness became a symbol of its powerlessness!

Even if the Terminus Est has many weapons that can actually hurt Angron... what's the difference between having no weapons if they can't hit Angron?

The "tiny" Angron could unleash destructive power no less than that of a battleship... The gigantic Terminus Est was simply a target for him to aim at.

It is too difficult for the weapons on the Terminus to hit a five-meter-high target in space.

Typhons was so anxious that he almost went crazy! He waved his human harvester and commanded the plague bees to fly out of his hive, but it was useless.

He could only watch Angron attack the void shield frantically!

At this moment, Typhons finally recognized Angron - the demon primarch who escaped from the realm of the Blood God, the guy whose whereabouts were unknown but who had truly gained freedom from the evil god!

Where on earth did he get such powerful strength?

Typhons didn't understand, he was a psyker, he boasted that he had done a lot of research on the demon primarchs, but he swore that the power of his "father" Mortarion was nothing compared to this crazy Angron!

It would be fine if Angron had Khorne backing him up... but now Khorne doesn't care about him anymore. Where does Angron get his power from?

Gua! !

The violent shock made Typhons' feet unsteady... but he understood that this was a reaction that the void shield was about to break, and the impact on the main body of the battleship could no longer be transferred to the subspace.

At this point, what else can Typhons do? Even if he is not happy, he has to find someone to help him!

"Motarion, help me!"

His voice penetrated the void and reached the ears of his genetic father... However, facing the voice, Mortarion's answer was very direct.

The mycelium of despair formed the image of Mortarion in front of Typhons, and his wings of the fly king vibrated slightly, as if expressing the happy mood of the father of genes.

"I cannot go, Typhons. I am under orders from a higher power."

Mortarion said this, very patiently, but it was exactly the same answer he got when Mortarion ordered Typhons.

"I am the Chosen of Nurgle, the only Daemon Primarch. And you, Typhon, are only his mortal forerunner. And now, I have a greater cause to work for, and I have no time to save you."

Typhons let out an angry roar.

The beehive fixed to his body spewed out thick poisonous smoke.

He wielded his Mortal Reaper, cutting through the stems of the fungus that made up Mortarion's image.

Mortarion laughed wildly, the phantom pain spread to him through the warp, but he was very happy!

It seemed that the death of Typhons, his first captain and his genetic son, made him particularly happy.

"Is that so? Come on!" Typhons roared, waving his sickle.

"The Primarchs are all a bunch of spoiled brats! In that case, come and witness true courage and loyalty!!"

boom!

The horrifying shock was heard once again, and this time, along with the frantic beeping alarm of the Terminus, a horrifying fact was conveyed!

Angron finally broke through the void shield, and the Necron warship corroded by the rust plague was freed!

But they did not attack the Terminus Est, instead they flew directly towards Macragge!

Have you already assumed that you are not a threat?

Already think he and the Death Guard are a bunch of dead people?

Typhons was almost insane with grief and anger, but he could not stop the madman who had already started to dismantle his flagship!

He could only watch it all happen!

First came the hull armor. The outer armor wrapped in thick layers of chitin and biomass was instantly vaporized by the burning magnetic field force, revealing the remaining refined gold layer inside, and was torn open directly!

Next came the battleship's deck, which was replaced by layers of sphincter-like substances. Angron, who was disgusted, burned it clean with fire!

The life support system was completely damaged, the ammunition depot exploded instantly, and the explosion and rotating wreckage gushed out behind Angron. The crew of the Est, those twisted abominations that were almost completely integrated with the battleship, were also sucked into the void due to the loss of pressure caused by the damage to the battleship!

It didn't take Angron much time to kill his way through the Terminus Est from one end to the other, directly disintegrating the skeleton of the Terminus Est from its basic structure!

If this ship had not become more like a living being under the influence of the destructive power of the Warp, Angron's piercing would have been enough to completely disintegrate the ship!

This is not a war at all, it is a complete massacre!

As a strong individual, he completely slaughtered the weak group! !

"Huron, hurry up!!"

Typhons screamed for Huron's help. He didn't even expect Huron to save him... but at least he wanted to destroy the Terminus and this monster together!

He wanted to show his final loyalty to his loving father - to prove that he was the child who loved his father the most!

However, the Black King turned a deaf ear to the demands of Nurgle's Chosen.

He stared at the crazy figure under the flames of the battleship's destruction, and decisively gave the order to run away!

"Retreat immediately, now!"

Even if they left this area covered by the warp storm, they might be defeated by the fleet coming to the rescue of the king from the 500 worlds of Ultramar first, Huron did not want to stay in this evil place for a second!

And Huron couldn't figure out how to deal with Angron - how do you deal with a man who can fucking blow up a battleship all by himself?

They are opponents against whom no tactics can work, and the absolute violence of an individual will make all the efforts of the group look like clowns!

Huron's orders were absolute, and Angron's performance had frightened those Red Corsairs who thought they could regain honor on Macragge.

They did want to rush to Macragge and burn and kill people, and show the Empire that they were a bunch of trash, but they were not to the point of risking their lives!

As for betraying their allies? Haha, they, the Rebellious Space Marines, and the Chaos Warlords of the Eye of Terror are not on the same page. They are rebels, but that doesn't mean they will surrender to Chaos. Even if they do surrender, they will never become slaves of the Chaos Gods!

And Huron has been tested - there was nothing wrong with his body when he didn't help Typhons before...

This shows that the Lord of Change who saved him did not care whether he would concentrate on assisting the two primarchs to achieve their own goals.

Perhaps the Lord of Change is an enemy of Nurgle and doesn't mind giving him a hand at this critical moment. Or maybe...

Well, Huron chose not to ponder the secrets of these gods.

He just took a last deep look at the murderous Angron, his eyes full of the burning flame of ambition.

The power of the Primarch...he will get it sooner or later!

On the other side, Angron, who had completely destroyed the Terminus, finally arrived in front of Typhons.

His whole body was burning with magnetic field flames that were hotter than the scorching sun of a star, constantly burning and purifying the surrounding Nurgle filth, and even Typhon's swarm of bees could not get close to him.

"Angron!! You have betrayed the blessings bestowed upon you by the Chaos Gods!"

Typhon roared angrily, holding the Mortal Reaper tightly as if this would give him endless courage.

"A cowardly fool, like Mortarion, comes to me, betraying true loyalty—"

But unfortunately, Angron didn't have the time to waste chatting with him - forget about others, but Nurgle? He would miss a day's meal just by looking at him!

boom! !

Without any warning, Typhons, who was ready to fight, was vaporized by Angron's slap, leaving a huge hole in the front of the Terminus.

Angron rushed out of the disgusting ship without hesitation and watched it burn and disintegrate in the void, but Angron's eyes were already locked on the bottom of Macragge.

There, he sensed the presence of more than one "old acquaintance".

"Lorgar..."

He felt that his fallen brother was there, hiding himself and waiting for the best opportunity.

Yes, if it was to cause trouble for Guilliman, how could Lorgar miss it?

Angron whispered his brother's name. The tone was very complicated, mixed with hatred and the complex emotions between brothers.

Because he couldn't tell whether he should hate Lorgar or continue to regard him as his brother.

Undoubtedly, it was Lorgar's act of upgrading Angron to a demon that caused his suffering to continue for ten thousand years without an end. However, Lorgar did so in order to save himself...

Even if he had the intention to use him, Lorgar was probably his only "brother" throughout the Great Crusade and the Heresy.

"Forget it, to hell with him!!"

Angron's hesitation lasted only a second before he forgot about it and flew towards Macragge cursing.

No matter what, do it first!

95. The Fall of Macragge

"Has the reinforcements not arrived yet?"

Outside the towering Hel Fortress, the Ultramarines' Chapter Master, the Protector of Greater Ultramar, and Lord of Macragge, Marius Augustus Calgar, asked in a low voice, exhausted.

His power fist was covered with the flesh and corpses of his enemies...