Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Chapter 63 The Furious Lord of Red Sand

Under the state of [War Fury], Angron's already scarce sanity will be further reduced!

In exchange, the combat effectiveness of Prince Khorne will rise exponentially according to the intensity of the battle.

The furious Angron brought great pressure to the Imperial Regent, and with the interference of [Great Unclean One], Prince Tzeentch and Lorgar... the Imperial Regent inevitably fell into a disadvantage.

If this disadvantage is allowed to continue to expand, then even the [Imperial Regent] will not be able to escape the fate of falling into the hands of the betrayer.

Lorgar's face, which was branded with chaos runes, showed a trace of a grim smile! This despicable betrayer seemed to have seen the Imperial Regent being torn into pieces by Angron.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is often very skinny.

The malice from the Chaos Gods did put the Imperial Regent in danger! But the last thing the gods should do is to let Angron and Lorgar appear on this battlefield at the same time.

The barrier of the stance activated by the [Holy Armor] resisted the sorcery from Prince Tzeentch! The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with psychic energy, swept away Angron's bloody chain saw axe.

After one blow, the Imperial Regent quickly distanced himself from Angron! Before the next wave of attacks from Prince Khorne, Gawain uttered an ancient and distant word.

[Nuserria]!!!

The pace of Prince Khorne's advance was slightly stagnant, but then the blood-red monster fell into greater rage.

Nuserria was the only world that Angron failed to conquer, and it was also the source of the eternal rage of the [Lord of Red Sand].

Shortly after the [Unification War] ended, a strange subspace storm swept the experimental field under the Terra Palace.

The twenty-one Primarchs created by the Emperor for the Great Crusade were thrown to all corners of the galaxy by this strange storm.

The place where the young Angron was born was a slavery world called [Nuserria].

Angron had been fighting in the arena since he could remember!

Angron hated killing and death, but what accompanied him every day... was only endless killing and death.

Angron wanted to change this deformed world all the time!

Finally, on the day of adulthood, the Lord of Red Sand led the oppressed gladiators to launch an uprising.

The angry gladiators broke the chains, killed the slave owners in the arena with simple weapons, and tried to hang the nobles who regarded human lives as playthings on the street lamps.

But how could the gladiators compare with the well-equipped noble army?

As you can imagine, the uprising ended in failure!

But the gladiators did not regret it, because they had tasted the incomparable fragrance of [freedom].

Angron decided to go to death with the gladiators, but at that moment... the fleet from the Lord of Mankind descended on Nutheria.

The Emperor took away the Primarch Angron, but left the gladiators behind.

Angron became a hero who led the Empire to launch the Great Crusade, but in the distant Nutheria... he was always contemptuously called a "coward" by slave owners and nobles.

It was precisely because of the Emperor's indifference and ruthlessness that the "Lord of the Red Sand" later launched a rebellion.

The painful memory on Nutheria made Angron fall into a deeper level of rage!

Angron, who had long lost his mind, roared and charged at the Imperial Regent! The terrifying power of the Demon Prince was even enough to overturn a "Poison Blade" super-heavy tank.

But Gawain did not intend to confront Angron head-on.

The Imperial Regent dodged Angron's slash deftly, and at the same time revealed the secret that made the Word Bearers Primarch Lorgar sweat:

"Angron, has Lorgar ever told you... what was the sacrifice that made you a demon prince ten thousand years ago?"

"No, of course he didn't tell you!" The Imperial Regent stepped on the corpse of a Word Bearer, looking at Lorgar with a mocking look in his eyes, "Because he doesn't dare, that coward is afraid of enduring your wrath!"

The words of the Imperial Regent seemed to awaken Angron's remaining humanity!

In the shocked eyes of the betrayers and demonic entities, the Prince of Khorne, immersed in eternal rage, slowly put down the chainsaw axe in his hand.

The [Butcher's Nail] rooted in Angron's brain emitted a harsh buzzing sound. This abominable creation tried to make the Prince of Khorne fall into rage again through endless pain.

But Angron did not rage in pain as usual...

This hideous red monster just stared at the Imperial Regent with its pupils filled with madness and anger.

"What exactly is the sacrifice?" Angron's voice was crazy and hoarse.

"Of course it is everything above Nuthria! Including...the group of gladiators who once fought against the rule of the nobles with you." The Imperial Regent's words revealed a hint of pity.

"Everything has become a tribute to the evil god! Khorne enjoys the offering of blood and death, and absorbs the indomitable and angry souls of the gladiators..."

"As for the last remaining soul fragments, they will return to Lorgar's hands!"

The Imperial Regent paused for a moment, and then the words he said completely ignited Angron's rage.

"Angron, you and Lorgar once participated in the Horus Heresy together! You should know very well what will happen to those soul fragments if they fall into Lorgar's hands!"

The Butcher's Nail rooted in Angron's brain began to tremble again!

The pain like a tide hit the remaining sanity of the Prince of Khorne, and in the madness and pain... a memory deliberately hidden by some kind of witchcraft slowly emerged.

The Imperial Regent did not lie!

Ten thousand years ago, the souls of the gladiators, which should have been filled with freedom and hope, had been sacrificed to the evil gods deep in the warp by the evil Word Bearers.

Even at the last moment before being devoured by the evil gods, the gladiators were still telling the words that Angron had inspired them.

"We were born in darkness, grew up in darkness... but we will die in freedom!"

The ancient voice that seemed to echo in the soul made Angron furious.

"Lorgar, I will cut you into pieces!!!!"

The land of Macragge trembled in Angron's roar!

Several huge cracks appeared on the solid ground, and blood-red flames with a sulfurous smell gushed out from the cracks, almost drowning the entire world in the raging blood and fire.

More than three digits of [Word Bearers] were burned to ashes by the scorching blood and fire! But this could not reduce Angron's anger in the slightest.

"Angron, are you crazy?" The terrified Lorgar tried to appease the Prince of Khorne with words that were full of bewitching meaning:

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