Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The giant sword that imprisoned the Slaanesh demon even made a buzzing sound when it was about to slash down. It was about to slash down with a huge force. This was the decision of the weapon itself.

But the daemon primarch gripped the hilt tightly and controlled the movement.

The distance between the clone and the main body is less than half a meter.

The cloned Angron felt the madness, anger, and unwillingness coming from his original body.

The demonic principle also felt something. Although he couldn't tell what he felt, this feeling even delayed the sword in his hand.

Hesitation, slight hesitation.

The extreme fury and fighting spirit brought by the Butcher's Nail replaced the strange feeling of the demon primarch, and the giant sword in its hand still slashed.

Clone Angron raised his chain ax and tried to block it, but what he immediately felt was not the heavy force from the ferocious attack of the main body, nor the pain of his own injury, but a strong wind.

A figure fell from the sky, then grabbed the demon primarch by its horns and threw it away.

"If you expect your colleagues to entangle me, then you are overthinking." Qin Mo threw two bloodthirsty demon heads towards the demon primordial body.

The latter quickly waved his weapon, splitting the head flying towards him with two swords, and let out a roar.

It's like an animal roaring.

The roar shook the ground, and the wind pressure caused even pushed the clone Angron back one meter.

"You have the ability to completely obliterate!" The demonic primarch stepped forward, a voice full of hatred and anger came from the gaps between the fangs, "If you are not a coward... then fight with me! Fight with me Duel! Duel!"

"What value do you have, lackey?" Qin Mo asked contemptuously, leaning on his scepter, "Are you commanding your army, or are you carrying out some of your master's plans? I'll go get those bloodthirsty demons you brought here Killing them is more strategic than fighting you."

Hearing this, the cloned Angron felt the humiliation, anger, and unwillingness of his original body.

Then he was surprised to find that his own body could still analyze and judge what the Lord of Tailong said in his mind, otherwise the body would not have the emotions he felt.

In fact, the demon primarch Angron can indeed think, and even the Butcher's Nails did not completely turn him into a fool who thinks about nothing but killing people.

Just as he was in the legion, he also knew how to use butcher's nails to determine who was one of his own and to exclude dissidents.

But the little thinking ability left made the demon primarch Angron feel painful, because it had to come to the conclusion after thinking that the bastard in front of him was right.

The demon primarch knew very well that he was indeed worthless in a duel, because the war would continue after he died. He was not a commander, but a warrior, even the kind of warrior who had nothing to do with the overall situation.

"I'm just here to help a person who doesn't deserve to die survive." Qin Mo glanced at Angron's clone, then turned towards the mad demons who had become ritual nodes and exuded dazzling blood, "You have something else. Strong enemy."

"Angron!"

There was a roar.

The demon original and the clone simultaneously turned back to look in the direction of the sound.

Seeing Roboute Guilliman coming over under the guard of the Champions of Ultramar.

He is different from before.

The fierce flames emitted by the Emperor's Sword even dispersed the blood rain and blood mist within a radius of twenty miles. The sword was releasing unprecedented brilliance.

"You used to... you used to..." The Demon Primarch tried his best to suppress the feeling caused by the Butcher's Nail, and forced his words to be more complete, "You used to be my defeat!"

What the daemon primarch said was true.

Guilliman immediately recalled how he had said Angron was a slave to the past and then lost the duel.

However, facing the demon primarch, Guilliman is still determined to win: "These days are different from the past, Angron. I will use my father's sword to give you, this traitor, the death he deserves!"

"Oh." The demon primarch stretched out his sharp claws and touched the surface of the giant sword lightly, causing sparks to fly. "If that damn slave master is still conscious, he will definitely think that you are a good and qualified slave."

The two true Primarchs immediately went to war.

The battle between them cannot be interfered by anyone else under the original body. The champion guards of Ultramar will become a burden to their genetic father if they get close to them, so they do not get close and only serve for their genetic father. Create a battlefield where he won't be disturbed by others.

But the clone Angron didn't want to just watch, and he still had the ability to intervene.

After Guilliman blocked the oncoming giant sword with the Emperor's Sword, he used the Emperor's Sword to stab at an awkward angle.

However, the Emperor's Sword was blocked by Angron's arm armor.

"You were defeated by me just now." The demon primarch roared.

At this time, the clone Angron saw the opportunity and ran towards the demon primarch, pushing it away with all his strength.

The chainaxe flew in front of the daemon primarch before it could stabilize itself, leaving a horrific gash across its face.

"This method of use..." The devil's original body did not launch a furious counterattack, but stretched out his hand and slowly touched the wound on his head.

The "Thunder Warrior" in front of him gave the demon primarch a familiar feeling.

Considering the name of the planet you are on and who it belongs to...

The devil's original body suddenly made a shocking guess, and then flew towards the "Thunder Warrior" in front of him.

Guilliman stood up and swung his sword, blocking the flying attack of the demon primarch for Clone Angron.

"Roboute."

"Ignore that idiot Angron."

Ryan's voice sounded in the communication module integrated with the Destiny Armor.

"It's more practical to kill a few more demons with my father's sword than to fight with that idiot!"

"The demon army is holding a ceremony. It is not known what the effect of the ceremony will be, but the iron man named Scholar said that he had a terrible premonition, so..."

Guilliman looked at the demon primarch Angron, then quickly turned his head and glanced at the demon group not far away, each of which was glowing with blood, and finally decided to stay and deal with his traitorous brothers.

As for those bloodthirsty demons... Guilliman doesn't think he can stop those big demons by killing. Anyway, Lao Qin is chopping melons and vegetables among the demons. Either he kills a sufficient number of big demons to stop the ritual, or the ritual is still When the meeting begins, there is no way that I can chop melons and vegetables among the demonic group...

With this in mind, Guilliman decided to deal with Angron first.

At least when Qin Mo finished dealing with those big demons and rushed back to deal with Angron, Angron would not escape successfully because no one was paying attention.

"What's your name?" Guilliman looked at the "Thunder Warrior" standing aside.

The clone Angron under the golden armor thought for a moment and replied: "My name is Angre."

"Okay Angre." Guilliman tightened his grip on the Emperor's Sword and faced the demon primarch that was slowly pressing forward. "The two of us have to hold this bastard together."