Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 434 2.14 I want it all

【die! ! ! 】

The flames exploded, and the scarlet blood father drew an arc. The blood splashed away with the swing of the axe, and a few red lines appeared on the side of Angron's face.

The head of the scarlet monster whirled.

Angron gasped, the battle ax in his hand roaring with his breathing.

At this moment, he was standing in a space that was like purgatory.

Fiery flames ignited from the joints of every building, accompanied by thick smoke, and the blood flowing on the ground gave off a fishy smell as it was roasted.

The recently severed head was deliberately placed at the hatch, with his eyes still closed. On the wall, eight blasphemous rings were smeared with blood.

In a very short period of time, this place became a place that can be directly described as "hell".

Angron heard the hesitation of Guilliman's footsteps behind him.

The Lord of Red Veil took a deep breath of the air here. The hot gas, accompanied by the smell of blood, burned his trachea.

【Ah,】

Angron chuckled lightly,

He walked toward the hatch without hesitation. The Lord of Red Sand stretched out his hand, and the blood of the enemy was stained on his hand.

The giant hand slapped the wall, and the blood was directly smeared, confusing the eight blasphemous rings.

[It’s not exciting enough. It’s not as exciting as last time. 】

Guilliman looked at Angron, whose front half was submerged in the darkness, with an understatement in his tone.

But what the Lord of Macragge couldn't see was Angron's face twisted in pain and glaring in the darkness.

Kharn and the other World Eater shook off the scraps of meat from their chainsaws and followed Angron aboard the ship without hesitation.

Angron's whisper came from the darkness,

[...Guilliman, you still have a choice. 】

Robert Guilliman clenched the Akagi dagger and took a deep breath. The smelly wind mixed with a strange smell blew by.

Now he knew that that special breath was the stench emitted when using psychic powers.

Guilliman laughed, without any extra words. He followed Angron and stepped into the smelly purgatory.

If this is the truth that mankind will face after the Star Torch is extinguished, then Guilliman chooses to face it head-on.

He is the Lord of Macragge, the Primarch, and the leader of the Ultramarines, the largest legion in the Imperium, Robert Guilliman.

He has great strength and perseverance to face all this.

not to mention,

He could not bear to let Angron go to war alone.

Hearing Guilliman's footsteps following him closely, Angron seemed to laugh or roar,

【good! Then let's go! 】

He raised both axes.

This was Guilliman's choice, and Angron was never one to be diplomatic.

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Another nightmare.

But the World Eaters are never afraid!

Rock roared and knocked the Ultramarine in front of him away. He pressed the bastard against the wall with his shoulder armor, and then he swung his sword and stabbed the guy in the abdomen from below.

The sound of broken armor sounded, Rock held his breath, and the sword deeply pierced the enemy's organs in his hand.

Then he released his strength, took a step back, pulled out the sword blade, and blood and internal organ fragments immediately spurted out, smearing his white helmet bright red.

【traitor! 】

Rock raised his sword and was about to cut off the Ultramarine's head, but in an instant he stopped, pulled out his gun, and blasted the head cleanly.

Voices calling for support sounded in the communication channel, intermittently, and without hesitation, Rock started running in that direction.

That's where the World Eaters' arena is.

Of course Rock knew what he would face there, but he was no longer afraid!

"In the name of Angron! For the Emperor!"

Rock shouted, and he rushed towards the arena.

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Robert Guilliman's eyes were red.

In the scarlet demon army composed of muscles, the blue giant is like a real god of death. Every swing of Akagi's dagger will take away the most blood and life.

Guilliman lowered his dagger, his aristocratic face frowning, and Angron felt the surging anger.

[...Such a blasphemous existence. 】

Guilliman spoke hoarsely, and even Robert Guilliman could read the intolerable madness and evil in these specially placed decorations.

The two primarchs and their team of guards were rushing through the corridor, and the blood smeared wantonly made the entire corridor look like a slaughterhouse.

Angron smelled the smoke after the explosion. As they moved forward, they saw some key parts of the World Eater warship being blown up, deliberately and delicately.

The Lord of Red Sand thought of the unfounded hatred towards the Ultramarines that came from his descendants...

Angron gritted his teeth, he still believed in Guilliman - but... what were those other feelings?

[Be careful not to get too angry. 】

Angron reminded, he felt the pull of the soul from the descendant - it was the gladiatorial arena!

Before the crossroads, Angron suddenly turned around and ran towards the arena without any hesitation.

Guilliman followed Angron, but the Lord of Macragge subconsciously glanced in the opposite direction before turning.

With the keen sight of the original body, Guilliman saw that in the darkness at the end of the corridor,

An Ultramarine was holding the corpse of a World Eater crew member in his hand, carefully smearing something on the wall with blood.

【Hey? ! 】

Guilliman immediately burst into an unimaginable roar.

His brain was buzzing. Which warrior from which chapter was that? What was he doing? !

A traitor appeared among the Ultramarines? !

[What are you doing? ! ]

The roar of the Primarch reached the other end in an instant. The Ultramarines did not seem surprised to meet the Primarch. He immediately went into deeper darkness.

Guilliman felt that all the hot blood in his body was flowing back to his brain, but he felt terribly cold at this moment.

In a short moment, Guilliman thought about countless possibilities.

And these countless possibilities pushed him to the only decision.

After the extreme coldness, Guilliman felt the anger burning -

for his failure to discover all this, for the corruption of his offspring, and for the unacceptable reality.

Guilliman ran wildly in the opposite direction of Angron, that is, the direction of the Ultramarines without hesitation.

[Sorry! Angron!!! 】

This is like an apology for his reckless choice, and also like an apology for what the Ultramarines did.

The Primarch is still not aware of the Alpha Legion, which is famous for its spies and lurking among the various legions.

At the same time, Robert Guilliman does not have the ability to identify the Alpha among the descendants.

In another branch of fate, Guilliman once talked with several Ultramarines disguised as Alphas, and the Lord of Macragge failed to confirm the identity of the other party before the other party opened fire.

Angron could not give up his descendants in the arena, and Robert Guilliman would never give up the opportunity to find out what the Ultramarines were.

So far, they have not faced a tough enough enemy in the World Eaters' warships.

So, they separated.

Great!

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