Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

After the Daemon Primarch's Butcher's Nail was buckled, it did not immediately lose its combat effectiveness or immediately feel unbearable pain as the clone Angron thought.

This infuriated the daemon primarch, causing him to roar in a deafening rage, sending dust flying everywhere.

The roar was followed by an uppercut, and a strong, thick red fist landed on the clone's chin.

The physical strength of the original clone was not weak, but in anger, the original demon shattered the bones of the lower half of his clone's face with just one punch.

The blurred flesh and bone fragments were mixed together, which looked particularly horrifying.

The clone Angron was almost unconscious by the punch, but he still held on to the Butcher's Nail of the Demon Primarch.

"You failed fake!"

"I can tear you into pieces even if I'm seriously injured!"

The demonic original roared while tilting its head back, and then its head hit the clone's already bloody face like a heavy hammer.

This blow severely damaged the clone's brain. He felt that everything he saw, heard, and felt was "skipping frames" in an instant. By the time he reacted, it was already Two seconds later.

The body was almost torn apart by the daemon primarch from the part he was holding, and his consciousness was intermittently blurred.

At this critical moment, a force once again filled the clone Angron's body. His head slammed into the face of the grinning body, and a small part of the Butcher's Nail was torn out.

The moment he saw his true form, the cloned Angron felt that the disgusting thing called the Butcher's Nail could not be effective on this guy, even though it still looked like it had nails.

But apparently due to the serious malice of the slave masters who served the Daemon Primarch, the Butcher's Nail was still retained after the Daemon Primarch became a demon. Not only was it retained, but its original function was incomprehensible. way exists.

The Butcher's Nail is a technological artifact that drives a primarch transformed into a warp creature to rage and fight, but it can also become a vulnerability for the bearer if it is attacked.

Just like now, the demonic original, with the Butcher's Nail pulled out a little from his head, let out a howl that shattered the eardrums of the clone Angron, and his huge and strong body was tortured by severe pain until it kept shaking.

"Get out of here and go pray to your new slave master who seems to you to be omnipotent!"

Clone Angron roared in his heart, and continued to use his remaining arm.

"Please your slave master at least eliminate the side effects of the nail, lest it become the key to your slave's ridiculousness!"

In the opinion of clone Angron, he just clamped the Butcher's Nail of the original body, allowing this thing that replaced the original cranial nerves to maintain the existence of the brain to bring unbearable pain to the original body, although he didn't know why this thing was in a demon's head. It didn't work, but he found it to be extremely useful.

However, from the perspective of the demon primarch, what it faced was not a situation where its vitals were pinched by others.

It sees a vision.

In the turbulent subspace, the black sun exudes cold heat. The reason why it is so hot is because its light shows a burning effect on the demons it shines on, but it does not have any temperature.

In front of the black sun is a figure seated on a throne of brass.

That was the confrontation between the unspeakable cursed man and the blood god.

The Blood God is not just sitting, it seems to be unresponsive, and seems to be doing countless things. It seems to be directly opposite the cold sun, and it also seems to be holding a giant ax to give the most powerful demonic power in the Demon Realm of Tzeentch. A huge blow.

The demon primarch Angron found that his former slave master and his new slave master were engaged in a wrestling match that he could not observe. When the wrestling reached a stalemate, a blue light flashed, and something obscured its location.

Then there is no more.

The Daemon Primarch found himself in the kingdom of the Blood God. Its body was no longer huge and strong, and only a red blur made up its "flesh".

It was shocked to realize that it had lost its physical form.

Not far away, the blood god's great demon Kabanha squatted there facing the ridicule and ridicule of his kind, and it also lost its own entity.

Surrounded by an impenetrable environment, the veil between subspace and the real universe stood where Angron could perceive it, and then he also clearly sensed that there was no penetrable place in that veil for the time being.

When Angron himself faced the ridicule of his own kind, he realized in endless rage and painful torture that he had just been exiled by some force.

The roar of the demon primarch resounded throughout the realm of the Blood God, and the weak beings who ridiculed it were directly driven away by this roar.

…

Clone Angron looked at the dissipating entity in front of him and fell into deep thought.

He could feel that something had done something at that moment, helping him to deal with the body that almost tore him apart just now.

When faced with the threat of death just now, clone Angron was also ready to accept death. He knew very well that he was a clone. Although he didn't know why Fabius only cloned one, it was always possible to have a clone. be manufactured.

Except for the period from when he came out of the laboratory to just now, the cloned Angron didn't even have the memory that technically belonged to his clone.

He knew that everything he felt angry, guilty, sentimental or excited about belonged to another real Angron who had become a demon.

All these factors left him with no attachment to survival.

So after discovering that he survived, the cloned Angron was not excited or happy, but looked at the remnants of the Butcher's Nail in his hand in a daze.

There are even some nerves hanging from it.

"The devil's nerves..." Angron glanced at it and threw away the remnants of the Butcher's Nail, "It's just as ridiculous as Nukeria's anesthetic."

He didn't speak during this process, he was just thinking and sighing in his heart, because the lower half of his facial bones had been beaten to pieces, and he couldn't open his mouth to make a sound.

The original clone turned its body with difficulty, and the neck bones that were almost crushed just now creaked to support the rotation of its head, and its bloodshot eyes looked at Kahn and others aside.

Kahn, Lotara, and the soldiers of the Butcher Gang stood aside.

Clone Angron couldn't see Kahn's expression while wearing the helmet.

But Lotala's expression was very complicated.

The female captain of the Conqueror, the only lady who could get Angron's tenderness, felt that she should scream at the knight mecha that controlled her body and kill the guy who caused Angron to disappear. .

But the problem is that it was Angron who exiled Angron, and it was the Angron who was not a slave of darkness in his memory.