Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The Daemon Primarch faced two enemies at once.

The Butcher's Nail buzzed, and the original body's head was almost filled with the urge and desire to cut the two people in front of him into pieces and hack them into pieces.

But to the surprise of Guilliman and the cloned Angron, the Demon Primarch did not immediately pounce on them and fight them to the death.

"Come, let me see how much power you gained with your betrayal." Guilliman held the sword in his right hand and made a sword dance.

This is just a sarcastic remark that seems very proud of itself. Its purpose is only to make the demon primarch fall into even more extreme anger and delay it for a while, rather than to show how much more powerful the speaker is than the listener.

After speaking, Guilliman glanced to the right.

In the blink of an eye, Kabanha, who led all the demons, was defeated steadily. The man who was still very strong by mortal standards was using supernatural power to carry out a battle that ordinary vampires could not get close to and intervene in. Great war.

Guilliman had the confidence in his heart, and withdrew his gaze, winking at the "Thunder Warrior" who called himself Angre, then took a step back and circled around the demon primarch.

"Shut your stinking mouth, you damn lackey!" the demonic primarch retorted angrily, "What kind of good person do you think you are?"

Its rebuttal sounded feeble to Guilliman.

Guilliman just listened silently.

"You, Guilliman, you bastard, think about yourself, are you impulsive and irritable?! I watched the duel between you and that bastard Mortarion in the Sea of ​​Souls. Of course I know that even if you survived Even after tens of thousands of years, one’s true nature cannot be changed.”

"Like those damn bastards of yours, what are they called, oh, by the way, the Children of War."

"They are a group of people who fought with your damn slave-owning father until the last moment. They were recruited to fight for your damn slave-owning father. Your cubs are just such a group of people. Those who don't know what they think they are. Philosophers and scientists, screw you!"

"The only difference between you and me is that you happen to have wonderful mortal minions named Conor Guilliman and Jotun!"

The daemon primarch was furious, dragging his greatsword with his right hand and gesticulating with his left hand as he scolded him angrily.

"That damn slave owner, that damn executioner, he worked so hard to find a good and gentle parent for your impulsive bastard so that they could teach you what rationality and gentleness are, and then you damn bastard He really just pretends to be a civilized person."

"The filthy jerky on the Golden Throne can find you two good minions, but he's not willing to mind control some damn slaver bastard like him on Wukelia so that I don't get this damn nail." !”

Listening to the complaints and curses of the demon primarch, the clone Angron's face hidden under the armor showed shock.

Damn...why don't I have such eloquence? Otherwise, when I meet that tyrant who possesses a woman, I will definitely make him speechless!

After thinking like this, the cloned Angron still managed to refute the original body: "You have become the enemy of mankind, you are a shameful betrayer, you have turned a deaf ear to your descendants, and you have led them on a road of no return."

"Shut up!" the demonic primarch roared at his clone, "What qualifications do you have to dictate here? Don't I know how much of a bastard I was back then? Sometimes I will think about it carefully, and then I will figure it out. I only have to bear fifty percent of the responsibility for the tragedy of the World Eaters, the rest is all the fault of that damn golden slave owner!"

"Use your doggy brain and think about it."

"That damn bastard slave owner, doesn't he just want the Twelfth Legion to be completely destroyed?"

"I know very well what I am and what problems I have, but that slave-owning bastard doesn't know, or he pretends not to know. I don't want to manage the legion, but he just stands aside and watches me have to take on the management. It’s my heir’s duty, even if I’m a crazy father!”

"It's all that damn slave owner's fault! It's all his fault!"

After ending his rant with a roar to the sky, the demon primarch flew towards Guilliman.

The battle between brothers begins again.

At this time, even Guilliman realized that his rebellious brother was not as crazy as before, even though his Butcher's Nail was still in effect.

The roar just now contained a defense for himself, a hatred and accusation against the Emperor. Although it still sounded very crazy, it was by no means a demonic primarch driven mad by the power of the Butcher's Nail and Khorne. All that can be said.

The Daemon Primarch himself also discovered it, and he wondered why his brain suddenly became sober, even under the attack of Butcher's Nail.

It thought as it fought Guilliman.

Finally I recalled when my situation started.

Starting from meeting that Thunder Warrior.

The feeling of the demon primarch is very strange. It feels as if all its negative emotions are being slowly and slightly withdrawn. Although it is slow and slight, it is still being withdrawn, which at least allows its head to clear up a little. Just a little bit easier.

After thinking about this, the two vertical eyes on the ferocious face suddenly stared at the "Thunder Warrior".

The demon primarch suddenly dodged Guilliman's sword, turned his body, and knocked away the chain ax in the hand of the "Thunder Warrior" with one strike.

The thick arms grabbed the "Thunder Warrior" by the throat.

Finally, the demonic primarch opened his blood-red wings and soared into the sky, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?" Guilliman took off his helmet and looked at the ground crushed by Angron's takeoff and the deep pit left in astonishment, and then looked up at the blood-red trail in the sky.

There is no doubt that the Daemon Primarch is gone.

Everything he did seemed gratuitous to Guilliman.

Not only the loyal Primarchs were confused by this, but also the great demons who came with Angron.

Qin Mo had just released thunder and lightning to annihilate the bloodthirsty demon that rushed towards him. When he found out that Angron had run away, he was also confused for a few seconds, but he soon understood.

Whether before or after the rebellion, Angron never regarded others as his companions. In his eyes, his companions were only the gladiators on Nukeria.

Perhaps in the mind of this daemon primarch, he was not participating in a century-old war on a key battlefield in the Eye of Terror, nor was he fighting with his fellow bloodthirsty demons to spread the terror of the Blood God.

It may feel that it is just here for a fight, so when it wants to leave, it naturally leaves without hesitation.

"I'm looking for the emperor." Qin Mo took out his communicator and contacted Vanessa.

"I've always been here." The emperor's voice reached Qin Mo's ears.

Qin Mo raised his hand to kill a group of vampires, and then asked: "Did Angron take its clone?"

The emperor over there was silent for a moment.

"I'm observing."