Abyss Demon of the Worlds

The loyal Erebus is carrying out his plan, preparing to backstab Lorgar and the Emperor.

The emperor, who was on the front line of the expedition, also came to a new human planet.

As the distance got closer, he could already feel very clearly that there was a genetic primarch on this planet.

Feel free to use his psychic ability, and he found his goal.

But soon, when he realized that the other party was not in the right state, his brows furrowed.

Although it was only a preliminary observation, he had already discovered that something was wrong with the other party's state.

With a little doubt, he took a small team of forbidden troops and teleported directly through psychic energy...

Nucoria

This is a very technologically advanced planet.

At the very least, among many human planets, it can be regarded as an upper-middle level.

Logically speaking, the living standards of the residents here should be very good.

But the upper-level rulers here are very arrogant and violent.

Their favorite form of entertainment is watching gladiators fight each other or monsters.

The pain and struggle of the various gladiators is their best drama.

Angron Tarke, this name was given by the upper-level dignitaries after Angron was forced to kill others when he was a child.

The former word represents the Son of the Mountain, and the latter word carries that he is the property of the Tulk family.

He didn't know his exact identity.

Since he climbed out of the metal object that contained himself and became conscious in the true sense, the first thing he encountered was a battle against a group of alien races in the deep snow-covered mountains.

It was a bunch of guys with long ears.

They are athletic and difficult to deal with.

As for the reason why the other party would attack him, Angron did not know.

He only knew that his first battle was extraordinarily difficult, and he almost died at the hands of those alien races.

And bad luck did not let him go. At that time, he was seriously injured and dying, and he was very unlucky to be picked up into the arena and became a gladiator.

And so began an unfortunate life.

Thinking of this, Angron's eyes turned slightly red.

It's not from sadness, but from physical pain.

Back then, since he passively became a gladiator, as he won a bloody duel.

He was called the Undefeated.

During that time, an elderly gladiator named Onomouth was looking after him.

The other party taught him many things, and he also regarded the other party as his adoptive father.

For him at that time, it was like a bonfire in a cold polar night, which made his life feel warm for the first time...

But after he won another duel in a duel.

For the sake of fun, the upper-class dignitaries forcibly arranged a life-and-death duel between Angron and Onomouth in a malicious mockery.

For this kind of thing, Angron was naturally extremely angry and refused on the spot!

In order to punish Angron for his refusal, the annoyed elites forcibly performed a nerve surgery called the Butcher's Nail.

This brutal psionic implant surgery,

It cuts through the victim's skull, cutting off large amounts of their brain tissue.

Then in their brain, spine, and central nervous system, a large number of special cable-shaped spikes similar to ropes are implanted.

Those deformed and cruel objects, like the ghost's hair, will replace part of the victim's brain, stinging the victim from the nerves, immersing him in anger and madness!

And the tingling will continue to intensify as long as other emotions develop in the victim's brain.

That feeling.

It's like there are countless barbs with high temperature and electric current, their own piercing in the nerves!

It can be described as extreme pain!

Even, if not to stimulate the butcher's nail, over time.

Those butcher's nails that go deeper and deeper into the body will also infinitely magnify the stinging sensation, and then kill the victim bit by bit...

But after being forcibly performed the butcher's nail surgery.

Angron, who was in a state of madness, was thrown into the room of Onomouth by them.

After he managed to regain some sobriety, he only saw himself covered in blood and the broken Ornomouth...

That scene, even after so many years, every time Angron recalled it, he would stimulate the butcher's nail in his body over and over again, causing him to feel unbearable pain under the double torture of his mind and body.

to this day.

Angron had already escaped from the hell-like dueling arena and became the leader of an uprising army.

Although this insurgent army was only a few thousand people in its heyday.

And now it is in the final stage of being encircled and suppressed, and there are only a dozen or so remnants of defeated soldiers lingering on.

But Angron still has no regrets, and even thinks that it is not bad to die with the glory of a warrior.

Of course, it would be even better if we could kill some more members of the Tulk family...

At this time, he looked at the subordinates beside him who were seriously injured, even too hungry to lift weapons.

Angron endured the excruciating pain caused by the butcher's nail and thought for a while.

Using the knife he carried with him, he cut out a large piece of meat on his arm, cut it into puree, and fed it to them one by one.

Facing those subordinates who were unwilling to eat, Angron shouted sharply:

"Eat it!

In this way, it will take a while to have the strength to continue fighting, and then die with honor!

Instead of dying tragically with powerless hands and feet like a pitiful soft-footed shrimp! ! "

In this way, after allowing them to regain some strength, Angron nodded in satisfaction.

However, at this time, relying on the warrior's intuition and the instinct brought by countless escapes, he was keenly aware of the change in the surrounding airflow!

Without the slightest hesitation, Angron raised the weapon with blood in his hand and stabbed at a certain position next to him!

next moment!

Before he could straighten his hand, he stabbed the weapon completely.

An arm wrapped in golden armor grabbed his wrist forcibly.

That huge power, like heavy machinery, made the sharp blade in Angron's hand unable to advance a single point!

Obviously, the opponent's strength is far above him.

But before Angron could make the next move, a calm voice appeared in his ears:

"Number 12, although I don't know what to call you, you should be able to feel the connection between me and you."

Although the voice was very unfamiliar, the strange thing was that the moment he heard it, Angron subconsciously had a strange idea that he should listen to the other party's words.

Feeling this way, he turned his eyes to the face of the owner of that arm.

Majestic and sacred.

This was the feeling that emerged in Angron's heart after seeing the other party's first glance.

Moreover, I don't know if it was an illusion. On the other side, he seemed to see a perfect version of himself in a trance.

This feeling made Angron feel extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

"I am your creator, and the special feeling between you and me is proof."

Faced with the Emperor's answer, although he did not see any actual basis, Angron instinctively felt that what the other party said should be true.

"Then what did you come to do?"

The Emperor let go of his palm that was clasping the opponent's wrist, and replied solemnly:

"I need your help, I need you to conquer the planets for me.

In return, I promise you a mighty Legion created in your image, and you will command untold power and glory. "

Hearing this unexpected answer, Angron's expression immediately froze.

Then, he immediately laughed exaggeratedly, and after a while, he looked at the emperor with disdain and said:

"I have absolutely no interest in that sort of thing. I've lived on this planet since I was a kid.

Today, I will also die on this planet with my comrades. "

In the face of this answer, the look on the Emperor's face showed a slight dissatisfaction.

He could feel that the No. 12 Gene Primarch in front of him had a feeling of disgust towards him, and there was a strange thing in the other's body, which made the other party who should have been perfect, showing a kind of inferior product. The quality of the new 81 Chinese website is the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

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The Emperor, who had been unsuccessful in many conversations, returned to his battleship with an unhappy mood.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Angron endured the stinging pain caused by the butcher's nail, and looked at the puzzled companions not far away and said in a low voice:

"Get ready, the battle is about to begin!"

He could feel that the troops sent by the upper-level dignitaries were rapidly approaching, and he was far from the opponent's opponent.

At this moment, it may be because he feels that his death is approaching.

Angron suddenly felt more relaxed than ever.

in a battleship in outer space.

Looking at the screen, there are thousands of times more soldiers than Angron and the others, wearing power armor and holding power weapons, and they are about to come into direct contact with him.

After all, he was the Emperor who couldn't bear to destroy his important creation so meaninglessly and completely.

Condensed his own spiritual energy.

Forcibly, Angron, who was leading his companions to fight the enemy, was teleported into the spaceship.

And Angron, who was in the same place with his companions one second and came to an unfamiliar place the next second, was extremely surprised when faced with this situation!

It was not until he saw the Emperor that he understood what had happened.

At this moment, a violent emotion appeared in his heart uncontrollably!

Angron roared frantically: "What have you done! They need me! My companions need me!"

The sharp blade on his waist was directly pulled out by him, pointing at the Emperor!

He snapped: "Let me go back!!"

When he was speaking, the corner of his eyes saw on the screen of the battleship that his companions were being slashed and killed by the vicious enemy without knowing what to do with the leader!

Blue veins suddenly burst from his forehead!

The surrounding imperial guards looked at Angron, who dared to raise a sharp blade at the Emperor, without any hesitation.

Just try to catch it together!

The furious Angron, facing the forbidden army who dared to pounce, swung his sharp blade with all his strength:

"Quick!! Let me go back!!"

Just a short ten seconds.

Relying on the strong physical quality brought by the genetic primarch, the surrounding imperial guards suffered casualties.

But in the next instant, an extremely huge psionic energy was exerted on Angron, making him unable to make any movements.

It was also at this time that, under Angron's glaring eyes, the last rebel army on the screen also died tragically under the enemy's butcher's knife!

His confused eyes, like a brand, were deeply imprinted in Angron's heart.

He seemed to hear the other party questioning how he suddenly disappeared.

"Why!! You can easily save them, why do you choose to stand by with a bland face??"

"I am the Emperor, and my mission is to save human civilization!

On a planet, the actions of the pitiful rebels against the slave owners are not worthy of my extra attention. I hope you know how to choose..."

Facing this direct answer full of contempt, a huge sense of humiliation filled Angron's heart instantly:

"I should have died in Nucoria, but you ruined my glory!! The Angron left now is just a wraith!!"

The Emperor bound him with his own psychic energy, and threw him into the recuperation warehouse, and replied:

"So what? For the plan I made for you, one Wraith is enough..."