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Angron breathed heavily.

He had to admit it, fighting the demonic version of himself was the most challenging battle he had ever fought in his life.

His physical exertion was very intense, and even the armor made by He Shenyan himself could not prevent the smell of blood in the surrounding air from invading his lungs.

It's so thick it could drown someone, he thought. He frowned in disgust.

The devil's roar sounded - once again, he was too lazy to count.

He raised the lightning axe, and the crackling thunder stopped the poison sweeping over the giant rune sword from entering, but it could no longer hurt the demon's hands holding the sword.

Angron could clearly see the ferocious smile on its face. The smile showed that he felt that he had a chance to win, so he smiled too.

Withdrawing his axe, he retreated suddenly, deliberately leaving an opening for the opponent.

The demon will not let this opportunity go - even if it actually knows it is a trap, it will not let it slip away. The urge to kill and let the opponent bleed is overwhelming.

"die--!"

It roared and rushed forward with an unparalleled sense of pressure, just like a Titan charging towards Angron.

The Lord of Red Sand put down his ax silently and let it touch the ground. With a bang, violent thunder surged forward, stopping the Titan's charge and causing it to crash to the ground.

The stench of carbonized flesh and blood rose up, but this miserable scene only existed for a short second. The demon jumped up from the ground, the blessing of the Lord of War surging in its veins. Its broken body

The rapid rebirth is beyond the limits of human understanding.

Angron was indifferent to this. He had seen too many monsters that he could not understand and had already learned how to deal with such things.

How to deal with it? It's very simple, just kill it.

"You can't win this battle."

Angron said, with a firm tone as if he had seen the future: "You are still a slave and have never changed."

"slave?!"

The devil laughed loudly: "Who are you qualified to judge me? You have never experienced what I have experienced. You were not thrown into a deep pit and forced to kill countless people before you learned the language. You were not treated as

Trained as a slave gladiator, you were not implanted with those damn nails, and you did not kill the man you regarded as your father with your own hands!"

"Yes, I haven't experienced it."

Angron pulled off his helmet, and it dissipated in the air. Since the war started, this was the first time he showed his face, and the first time he was really exposed to this hellish smell - the devil saw that there was something on his face.

A touch of cold ridicule.

"But you never thought about resisting, right?"

"You have never thought about resisting Khorne. On the contrary, you are happy with the future that the evil god has arranged for you. You kill in his name, not even on your own... Do you really like killing? Or do you?

Say, is that just an idea that He instilled in you? Just like the so-called glory of gladiators that those slave owners instilled in you?"

The demon stopped smiling, but Angron's smile grew brighter and brighter.

"I look down on you, coward." He lifted the axe, and lightning spread to his right hand. "Now, I'm going to kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, some kind of dull explosion sounded, and a huge plume of smoke suddenly rose from the ground.

The devil's sharp pupils swept around, but could only capture a dark shadow. A look of astonishment appeared on its face - how could it be so fast?

There was no time to think more, and relying on its combat experience, it raised the rune giant sword in its hand and firmly protected its head and heart.

His left hand rests on the sword grid, ready to hold it with both hands and use force to launch a counterattack.

However, the imaginary attack did not come, only the thunder became louder and louder. Golden lightning appeared out of thin air, setting up a dragnet around it, preventing it from leaving even half a step away.

"What tricks are you playing, fake?"

It asked coldly, waving its wings at the same time, and the blood-red air flow suddenly rose, trying to tear apart the circle created by the lightning.

The power of blood given by Khorne has unparalleled power. The torrent of blood may seem inconspicuous, but it can cleanly tear apart the armor of a Titan or the surface of a battleship.

However, they have nothing to do with this lightning. Once they come into contact with lightning, they will be destroyed in an instant, just like fire encountering water.

Natural enemies - but there are limits. A voice said in the devil's heart: That thing will speed up the loss of his physical strength... Seize this opportunity...

Angron's voice came from an extremely distant place, sounding like some kind of echo: "You can't escape, coward, I said -"

His voice quickly became closer, and he returned to reality in an instant: "——I'm going to kill you!"

The devil raised his sword at the critical moment.

"boom--!!!"

Two terrifying forces intersected with each other, and the man-made doomsday scene erupted in the pit that was already several kilometers long, making it expand again and become deeper.

The battle between them caused indelible damage to this scorched earth. The demons had already retreated far away and began to fight with the Astartes. At this time, only two people were lucky enough to witness the battle.

In other words, there is only one person.

"Roar......."

The demon roared, holding the lightning ax firmly with his left hand. Thunder was raging on the surface of its body, but it turned a blind eye to the pain and just showed a hideous smile: "You are not strong enough, idiot..."

There was a huge wound on its neck.

The skin, blood vessels and even bones were cut off, leaving only the last bits still connected.

Despite this, the demon's head still did not fall off, and was even being repaired rapidly. The flesh and blood were healing rapidly, and the horrifying scene was extremely terrifying.

After all, thunder can only cause temporary wounds to it. This is the subspace, the place blessed by Khorne. His power is the most powerful here, and no other force can overwhelm it.

"Yeah?"

Angron smiled coldly, let go of his hand, and the lightning ax turned into points of light and disappeared. He took a step forward and swung his right fist fiercely to hit the demon on the left face.

This punch actually caused a small sonic boom, and shock waves erupted from his fist and the devil's cheek, stagnating the healing flesh and blood.

Not only that, Angron's left hand was pointed into claws, the hand armor was extended at that moment, and the five fingers turned into sharp claws.

He just handed it out fiercely, stabbed it into the wound on the devil's neck, and rotated and stirred it to show how hard it was.

"What now? How do you feel?!"

Angron laughed wildly and continued to punch the demon's shapeless cheek. Each time it was terrifying, blood and flesh flew everywhere. High-temperature steam kept pouring out through the heat dissipation vents on the back of his power armor. The armor was working overload.

, providing him with more powerful power.

At this moment, he is more evil than the devil.

"enough!"

The demon screamed wildly and swung the giant sword with all his strength, forcing Angron back.

But the damage caused by the sharp claws of his left hand remained deeply. The demon knelt weakly on the ground and covered his neck. Its deformed skull and lost flesh and blood were healing rapidly, and the blood flowed from its fingers like a flood.

It gushes out from between the cracks and is extremely sticky.

It did not waste this precious moment of respite. The brass armor shone slightly, and the blood belonging to the master activated it.

The armor began to emit a breathtaking brilliance - in the scarlet light, the intact demon stood up again, its wings fluttering, it held the sword and twitched its cheeks nervously.

Needless to say, the battle begins again.

This time, the situation has been reversed.

The brass armor on the devil now no longer provides just protection, but a more powerful and depraved blessing.

It screamed, and countless souls who had been killed by the devil came here from a remote wasteland according to the instructions of the God of War, and then died again one after another and were swallowed by the armor.

Their souls turned into power, providing the devil with immeasurable horrific blessings. At the same time, its soul was also more and more involved in the second death of these victims - it didn't know, but things

It's already happened.

Unprecedentedly, the huge blessing from the God of War surged in this body. In the subspace that ignored any rules, the devil's presence at this moment was almost equivalent to his personal arrival.

"You can't beat me! Fake!"

Its fury turned into a visible blow. Just a swing of the rune giant sword made the air tremble. The unparalleled storm forced Angron to raise his giant ax to resist, but he could no longer defend himself against the swing of the giant sword.

The armor on the abdomen was deeply cut, but it still completed the task of protection very well. The cut outside of the armor firmly bit the giant sword, preventing it from advancing even an inch.

However, the poison on the sword had already entered Angron's body. He gritted his teeth to prevent the blood from his throat from spilling over his lips.

The devil caught this scene and laughed at it without hesitation: "You pathetic fake... What a noble power you think you have, and you come here to tell me those shabby truths that everyone knows...

....What do you think you are?!"

“Fake!!”

It held the giant sword with both hands, pulled it out, and with such sudden force, it destroyed the armor's structure for the second time.

Immediately afterwards, it slammed Angron into the air with its sword blade. With a wave of its wings, it was instantly in the air. The rune giant sword drew a fatal arc in the air, heading straight towards Angron.

stabbed Lang in the chest.

In such a life-or-death moment, Angron just stared into its eyes.

He saw that there was no so-called humanity in those eyes at this moment.

Desire for killing, anger, hatred - all kinds of emotions are added together, turning its soul into a plaything in the palm of Khorne. It doesn't know it, and I'm afraid it doesn't want to admit it even if it does, but at this time it

, it's not just 'himself' who is fighting Angron.

Thinking of this, he flexed his muscles, raised the corners of his mouth, and a disdainful smile appeared again.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom—!”

Continuous explosions sounded, and the demon manically pierced his armor, nailed him to the ground, and kept trampling Angron's chest with its feet, as if to vent its previous anger. Its power

Angron was forced to be almost embedded into the ground, looking extremely miserable.

"Ahem——!" Angron vomited out a large mouthful of black blood. This was one of the side effects of the poison, not to mention the damage caused by the demon.

His internal organs were corroded by the poison and almost all rotted away. Due to excessive damage, the intermittent voice of the pattern sounded in his head: "Warning! The injury is too serious! The injury is too serious!"

After venting his anger, the demon put his hand on the blade of the sword and twisted it fiercely. With a cruel smile of satisfaction on its face, it even pretended to ask softly: "How do you feel now, fake?"

Angron glanced at it, then at the Lightning Ax that fell not far away, sneered and did not answer.

The demon's face quickly became distorted, and it roared wildly. The sound caused cracks in the wall of the pit, gravel rolled down, and smoke scattered in all directions.

"you......"

It breathed out gloomily, moved its face closer to Angron, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "You have already lost."

"Really?" Angron asked with a sneer. "Then who won?"

"Me! Fake, you can't beat me! Because you are a fake! Fake!"

It proudly declared, raised its hands, raised its wings, and covered the sky: "Remember! The great Angron has won the victory! Now, I want to take away my trophy-your skull!"

"Don't worry, after you die, I will carry your head through many worlds... You will watch the people you protect die in mourning. I will not let anyone go! And I want to

Remember, they all died for you!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......"

It laughed wildly and drew out the giant sword, intending to chop off Angron's head, but found that he still had a smile on his face, with a particularly strong disdain. This discovery made its expression freeze, and the joy of victory disappeared instantly, leaving only

The fury comes back with a vengeance.

"What are you laughing at?! You lost! Do you want to deny it?! I am the one standing, and you! You fell down!"

"Yes, I lost." Angron said calmly. "Then, who won?"

"I, I won! I -"

It roared halfway, but stopped. The expression that followed was extremely rare for a demon primarch, but it was indeed stunned.

Did I win?

No......

The anger subsided, and its few or even pitiful sanity took over. It lowered its head and stared at the still screaming brass armor on its body, and its hands actually began to tremble.

"That's right." Angron burst into laughter. "You finally found out - you poor coward! Who won?!"

"Shut up--!!!"

It roared wildly and threw the giant sword as if throwing away garbage. The rune giant sword penetrated deeply into the rock wall. As if the demon couldn't accept it, it began to hammer violently, scratching its own armor, its eyes were blood red,

Angrier than ever.

"Get off!" It roared unacceptably. "Leave! I don't accept your power! Get out!"

"Boom——!"

Blood-red lightning fell from the sky, electrocuting it to the ground in an instant. Khorne's anger was beyond its ability to bear. The structure of its limbs was destroyed, and its wings were destroyed into a broken skeleton. It was intact one second, but it was intact the next second.

He fell to the ground together with Angron, without any so-called 'victory's majesty', and was extremely miserable.

Angron's laughter came from its side: "Now it's my turn to ask this question again, how do you feel?"

The devil did not answer because he could not answer.

Every inch of its muscles is in deep pain, a severe pain that even the demons cannot bear. The wrath of the gods descended here, leaving an indelible mark on the soul in His hands - Brass Armor

It quickly tightened, melted, and turned into high-temperature molten iron, creating wounds on its body that were difficult to see directly.

The molten iron was boiling, pouring into its body from the wounds. The demon wailed loudly, and its body kept twitching, not because of pain, but because of something deeper. After the punishment was over, it looked

Staring at the sky, those eyes changed to their original color without knowing when.

"Now..." Angron raised his hand with difficulty and sat up. "You will always be His slave."

He stood up tremblingly and walked towards the Lightning Ax step by step. He was too weak to even recall it, so he could only walk over and pick it up. Angron walked past the unresponsive demon, and

Little by little, he moved closer to his weapon.

"To be honest, I sympathized with you at first." Angron said with difficulty, using his willpower to move his broken leg. "I have not experienced the things you described, but I have seen it, and I know,

It's not entirely your fault... but you went too far."

A little less - he was only fourteen steps away from the axe.

"While being forcibly taken away from your brothers and sisters, you killed one of the Custodes who surrounded you, I saw... Well done. That was a defiance of the Emperor.

, but what did you do after that?”

When he said the word "Emperor", the fingers of the demon lying on the ground twitched.

There are eight steps left.

"When you first met them, you immediately slaughtered some innocent World Eaters. In order to gain your approval, they even gave themselves the Butcher's Nails and became madmen like you. But you still feel that they are not worthy.

To gain your approval, you even abandoned them all and went to a wild world to stay alone for two years...it was Kahn who found you."

"You order your descendants to conquer the target world within thirty-one hours. If they fail to complete it, you will kill them eleven times... And if anyone refuses - oh, for example, your hundred

Captain Mago. He refused, so you killed several innocent World Eaters who were just passing by."

"While you were in a coma, your memories were absorbed by the scribe Theseus. He informed Mago of this matter, and the centurion began to stop the Legion from implanting the Butcher's Nails in other brothers in a hurry, because

Theseus showed him how terrible these things were..."

"They didn't make it, yeah-ahem!"

Angron vomited a large mouthful of blood again, and he bent down reluctantly, as slowly as a dying old man. He touched his axe with his fingers. The lightning ax obediently turned into a point of light and climbed onto his palm, letting

He dispensed with the hold.

"Because you killed them...Kahn killed the Centurion, and you killed the young Theseus. From then on, your innocent, loyal heirs began to slide into corruption with you.

The abyss. What are they guilty of?"

Angron slowly carried the ax and came to the demon, stared at it, and spoke slowly.

"No one is born to be a knife in someone's hand. You have chosen a path from which there is no turning back... If it was just like this, you wouldn't have become like this, but you have hurt many people who believe in

Your people. They shouldn't be like this, they should have a different future."

"That's enough," said the devil.

It turned its head - no, it was 'he' who turned its head.

The former Nucerian came back, and the color of his eyes changed to pure blue, like the sky on the Nucerian peaks. It also looked like the lake where he and his brothers and sisters drew water in the forest in the past.

"You are not a fake...who are you?" he asked.

"Another you." He replied.

"ha."

The man lying on the ground sneered feebly: "Such a thing can happen...then, tell me, what did you do to the other me?"

Angron was silent for a long time and said a brief sentence: "I made them better people."

"Really? That's right...I understand."

The Nucerian raised his hand, but not to attack. His innate talent began to be used for the first time, and his talent for sensing emotions began to shine. He knew clearly that the other party was telling the truth.

.

"I see."

The Nucerian said: "It turns out that I am the one who is not worthy of this name - do it, it was tortured by the evil god and temporarily lost consciousness, so I could come out and say a few words. It will soon be

Come back...do it."

Angron swung his arm down, crisply and neatly. Angron swung the ax down, but his left hand suddenly stretched out, preventing the ax blade from falling.

The Nucerian's left eye once again returned to its previous appearance. It opened its mouth and the devil's voice sounded: "Sneak attack?! Wishful thinking!"

It sneered and tried to snatch the ax away, letting the lightning rage in its hands without doing anything. However, its right hand suddenly hit its left hand as if it was completely out of control.

The Nucerians roared: "Do it!"

“Pfft——!”

The sound of the ax blade penetrating into flesh could be heard clearly, a skull rolled to the side, and blood began to gush out crazily, forming a pool of blood in just a few seconds.

Angron fell weakly to the ground, and loud gunshots were heard from above the pit.

He knew that the Blood Angels were attacking in order to prevent the demons from getting close to him. This was the agreed plan... According to the plan, he should inform Sanguinius of the results in the communication channel so that

The Archangel enters the battlefield directly.

But he no longer had the energy to do unnecessary things. The warmth and strength were leaving him, leaving only a calmness. It was colder than ice and darker than night, but it calmed him more than anything else.

He lay on the ground, turned his head, and looked at the head. His vision began to blur, and double images appeared. In his field of vision, the demon's face seemed to have changed back to a human appearance.

At the end, Angron calmly said to the Nucerian head: "I am not a fake, and you are not a coward."