Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

And Angron naturally had no reason to refuse such a request for death! ! !

The cold-looking Lord of Red Sand slowly raised the chainsaw axe in his hand, and in the slightly excited look of Erebus...the axe blade burning with blood-red flames and wrapped in terrifying kinetic energy smashed the head of the traitor.

At this moment, Erebus had lost any vital signs! !

Even if this traitor had the great blessing of the Prince of Joy, facing the rage from Angron, the Lord of Red Sand...he still could not escape the fate of eternal death.

But even though Erebus's body had been ravaged into this state, Angron, who was swallowed by rage, still had no intention of stopping.

The blood-red flames filled with the power of Khorne burned fiercely on the chainsaw axe in Angron's hand.

Accompanied by Angron's furious roar, the red flames containing the will of war and killing fell from the empty void! !

The blood-red flames emitting terrifying high temperatures easily ignited Erebus's meat paste.

Facing the scorching flames of war, the meat paste of Erebus left on this land... had no ability to resist at all.

In just a few minutes, the high temperature and fury of war filled in the flames turned everything left by Erebus into ashes.

The air was filled with a unique smell of burnt protein!!

This smell was disgusting, but for the two demon primarchs present... this smell could make them feel a deep sense of relief.

Until the blazing flames of war slowly extinguished, the traces of Erebus left on this land... were only a pool of milky white ashes and molten iron left after the power armor melted.

Of course, as the most beloved demon prince of the Lord of Change... Magnus did not intend to let go of Erebus, this despicable troublemaker, so easily.

When Angron's furious roar completely stopped, the punishment of Lord Prospero had just begun.

A ray of bloody light flashed in the only remaining eye of Magnus. The power from an unknown existence still remained in the eyes of Lord Prospero, making it impossible for him to observe the world in a normal manner...

For other Primarchs, blindness is a very troublesome negative state.

Although most of the powerful demigods of war have the ability to locate by sound, in a battle between two evenly matched parties... losing the ability to see things means losing the opportunity to embrace victory! !

But for Magnus, who has mastered tens of thousands of chaos sorcery, losing his eyesight is not a big deal! Lord Prospero can still clearly feel all the changes in this galaxy through the flow of chaos power and psychic power.

Magnus inserted the crystal scepter in his hand deeply into the land of Cartier.

Accompanied by a long and hoarse chant, millions of Chaos Runes began to spread out from the body of Lord Prospero to the empty ground around them.

The Chaos Runes flashing with colorful light were deeply imprinted in the land of Cartier! When Lord Prospero's chanting came to an end, the Chaos Runes imprinted on the land of Cartier suddenly burst into a brilliant glimmer.

Between the flashes of light, the direction where Erebus once welcomed death suddenly flashed with a little glimmer.

A cold smile appeared on Magnus's red face, and the most beloved demon prince of the Lord of Change raised his hand slightly... and then sent a ball of the purest soul power to the center of the Chaos Rune.

When this ball of pure soul power touched the Chaos Rune, a certain illusory figure suddenly appeared in the empty void.

Although the figure's face and features were blurred, judging from his characteristic hunched figure... this guy was undoubtedly Erebus, the troublemaker.

Erebus's soul opened his eyes in confusion! If he remembered correctly, he should have already faced eternal death under Angron's blood axe.

But at this moment, Erebus still retained his own clear will.

What's worse is that the Lord of Prospero, with a cold smile on his face... was standing on the ground not far away, staring at Erebus.

Erebus suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart! !

If this despicable troublemaker guessed correctly, then at this moment... he should have been summoned here from death by the powerful Lord of Prospero.

Compared with an eternal torture with no end in sight, death does not seem so difficult for Erebus to accept! !

A trace of deep fear appeared on Erebus's blurred face! This despicable betrayer instinctively wanted to flee this land, but in front of Magnus, who mastered countless Chaos sorcery... all of Erebus's attempts were ultimately in vain.

Magnus slowly raised his hand, and in a patch of chaotic light... Lord Prospero summoned a lantern-like mechanical device.

This device is a Chaos creation used by the Thousand Sons Legion to imprison enemies! In the long ten thousand years in the past, countless enemies of Magnus had been imprisoned in this device...

And most of these unfortunate enemies could not withstand the torture of this device for too long.

This blasphemous device, born from the depths of the sea of ​​souls, will consume the soul power of the prisoners in a unique way! !

Although this consumption is negligible for the total amount of souls, for the enemies imprisoned in it... every dissipation of the soul is tantamount to a painful torture that cannot be described in words.

Even the warriors with the strongest souls can only last for half a Terran year!

And when Erebus, a cowardly troublemaker, is at most half a month, he will be completely wiped out in the pain of soul loss.

For the Lord of Prospero, half a month is just a fleeting moment! And such a short time is obviously not enough for Erebus, this despicable troublemaker, to repay his previous betrayal.

Therefore, Magnus has already prepared a great gift for Erebus! !

When Erebus's soul was imprisoned in this chaotic creation, the malice from the Lord of Prospero also followed him at this moment.

A ball of pure soul power appeared in Magnus's hand again! For every Chaos wizard, pure soul power is an extremely precious material.

Even in the Thousand Sons Legion, a ball of pure soul power is hard to come by.

Looking at the entire galaxy, except for Magnus, the Lord of Prospero... I'm afraid no one can take out such a ball of soul power so lightly.

The function of this ball of soul power is not to release Chaos Sorcery, but to repair Erebus's soul that is on the verge of collapse...

Under the nourishment of this ball of soul power, Erebus's soul, which was already on the verge of collapse, has become solid again! If this troublemaker could only last half a Terran month in the Chaos Creation before, then at this moment... he can last half a Terran year! !

Of course, this is not a good thing! !

In the next six months, the pain that cannot be described in words will always accompany Erebas!

Even if this despicable betrayer managed to hold on for half a Terran year... he was doomed to not be able to welcome the fulfilling peace and beautiful eternal death.

What awaits Erebus will be an eternal and endless pain!!

That will be an extremely crazy future!!

When Erebus's painful wail resounded over the land of Cartier, Angron, who was originally engulfed by the rage of war, regained a brief lucidity.

This pathetic son of the Emperor took a while to sort out his slightly confused memories. After a long silence... Angron slowly stuck the chainsaw axe in his hand into the ground.

Under Magnus's gaze, Angron slowly dug out a slightly shriveled eyeball from the storage slot of his power armor...

If Magnus was not mistaken, this eyeball that had been burned in the flames of war for a century should belong to the former Word Bearers Primarch Lorgar.

Angron casually threw the eyeball on the ground. The tragic demon primarch let out a long sigh... and then slowly knelt on the ground like a golden mountain falling down a jade pillar.

After a long silence, the demon primarch's almost crazy roar once again resounded across the land.

"Nuserian gladiators, I, Angron, apologize to you here!" Angron buried his noble head deeply in the ground.

"Ten thousand years ago, I failed to lead you to chop off the heads of those slave owners. It was my weakness and incompetence that made you die in the desert."

"And today, ten thousand years later, I still failed to save your souls!" Angrond's words were filled with deep sorrow and anger, "My long-lost friends, I hope your souls can forgive my weakness and incompetence! In any case... I have avenged you."

"The Word Bearers Legion that sacrificed you to the Chaos Gods has been completely destroyed! Lorgar, Kor Phaeron, Erebus, these three despicable bastards have welcomed eternal death in endless pain and torture."

"Now, I am finally qualified to meet your souls!" Angron slowly closed his eyes.

And hundreds of kilometers away from the Demon Primarch, Lord Prospero was putting away the crystal scepter and chaos creation in his hand with a very complicated look.

Because of Magnus's arrogance and Angron's tendency to go crazy at any time, the relationship between the two Primarchs during the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago was not very harmonious! !

After the end of the Horus Heresy that swept the entire galaxy, the demon Primarchs led their legions to escape into the Eye of Terror.

During the ten thousand years in the Eye of Terror, there were frictions between the Thousand Sons Legion led by Magnus and Angron! The relationship between the two demon Primarchs became worse under the erosion of time.

If possible, Magnus didn't mind taking off Angron's head!

But at this moment, when Magnus saw Angron so sad... the remaining humanity in his heart still made the Lord of Prospero show a trace of pity.

Magnus put away the crystal scepter in his hand and planned to go forward to comfort his brother.

But just as the Lord of Prospero took the first step, Angron, who was originally ashamed on the earth, suddenly began to tremble violently.

Following closely was a roar filled with pain, anger and madness.

Even though he was hundreds of kilometers away, Magnus could still clearly feel that some unknown changes were happening to his brother!

The will of the individual "Angron" was dissipating at a terrifying speed, and the one who took over Angron's control of this body... was another soul composed of pure anger and war.

As mentioned before!

The gladiators sleeping on Nuthria were Angron's most important friends in his life.

Even though Angron's soul had been distorted by Khorne's will, the souls of those gladiators in Nuthria were still the pure land in the heart of the Primarch.

Angron wanted his friend's soul to be eternally free, and this almost crazy obsession had been tormenting the Lord of Red Sands...

But in a sense, this paranoid obsession also became the anchor point for Angron's last trace of humanity by accident.

In the Battle of Macragge a century ago, Angron, Lord of the Red Sands, learned from the Imperial Regent about the final fate of the Nuthrean gladiators.

From that moment on, Angron's hatred for the Word Bearers and Lorgar had reached its peak.

The gladiator souls from Nuthreia had been sacrificed to the evil god by Lorgar!

As a demon prince blessed by the gods, Angron knew very well what would happen to the souls sacrificed to the gods.

At this moment, the free Nuthrean gladiators have disappeared forever in this dark galaxy!

And the Primarch of the Word Bearers, Lorgar, had already fallen on Macragge, and even the Word Bearers Legion, which had been born for ten thousand years... had already fallen apart under the anger of Magnus.

The long-cherished wish lingering in Angron's soul has been completely fulfilled! This means that the anchor point that anchored the last trace of humanity of the Lord of the Red Sand no longer exists.

When Erebus's soul was imprisoned in the Chaos Creation by Magnus, Angron had already fulfilled his last wish.

The last will of the individual "Angron" has dissipated!!

From this moment on, the monster called "Lord of Red Sand" has completely fallen into the plaything of Khorne.