Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The sky of Terra split open, and scarlet ravines appeared across the firmament.

The earth has been shattered, and cracks like an abyss tear apart the once prosperous city.

The wind raged like thousands of dead souls roaring and screaming.

The blood-like raindrops fell on the ground and quickly merged into the scarlet river on the ground.

The army of demons howled.

Eighty-eight servants of the blood god roared to the sky at the same time. They were forged by the oldest emotion of fear in all things.

They are the embodiment of battle rage, the personification of blood thirst, the mythical titans of tyranny and destruction.

When they stood on the ground, the horizon trembled.

Let them wave the blood-like bat wings, and the burning flames will become more and more fierce.

Lightning and black flames surround them, and the berserk etheric energy revolves around them at high speed.

However, these are not the most frightening.

What frightened the world most was the return of Angron, the Son of Betrayal.

The earth is shaking and the sky is crying.

A terrifying phantom emerged from the rain of blood into reality, and set foot on the land of the holy Terra.

he came.

King of the Red Sand, Red Angel, Slave of Nukelia, King of Gladiators, Prince of Blood, The Broken, Will of War and Fire, Once Betrayer, Eternal Damned.

He is back.

Just like ten thousand years ago.

He tried again to invade his father's palace.

This time, his power is stronger and more brutal.

The strong and powerful body was burning with flames, and the red eyes showed endless anger and fighting spirit.

The monstrous hatred turned into endless rage, burning blazingly in his body and the surrounding area, isolating a special area exclusively for him.

Angron is here.

He came for revenge, for old grievances, and to end the emperor's rule.

In the body of the demon, the soul of the former slave of Nukelia is still roaring.

That was Angron's last glory.

Fragmented, ghosts belonging to the echoes of the past drove this body with endless power to complete the final blow of revenge.

After completion, Angron will also become a servant of the blood god.

When Angron looked at the palace, the deepest anger also gushed out.

Those anger stemmed from his failure to die in the final battle as he wished.

Of course, not the battle on Terra led by Horus.

It was the battle with the last of his brothers and sisters on the planet Nukelia, where they faced those odious nobles.

In Angron's heart he never felt that the Primarchs were his brothers.

He never felt that the legionnaires he led were his heirs.

His only brothers are gladiators who died on the planet Nukelia.

Fragmented memories are still tormenting Angron.

Even if he became a demon, he kept repeating it.

Phantoms of memories floated in his mind, telling of past sins.

He gave up those brothers and sisters and fled in despair.

Although not of his own free will, he did escape.

He was a coward, a coward who gave up the way of freedom, a coward who was forced to submit to a tyrant.

Angron looked up at Lion's Gate, the battle ax in his hand was burning with black flames, and he grinned a tyrannical smile.

Yang Tian let out a roar.

Countless demons also screamed.

Then, they flocked to the Lion's Gate, and the war broke out.

Before the original body has returned to its place.

When Horus had just been retrieved by the emperor and placed beside him for teaching.

There is such a world at the edge of the Milky Way, the planet Nukelia.

A planet that retains most of the dark technology, but uses slavery.

The aristocracy has all the power, and the bottom has become a toy for them to fool.

The good life has allowed them to breed some entertainment methods that ordinary people can't imagine.

The gladiatorial fight of life and death is one of their favorite events.

And in an earth-shattering explosion, they got a new toy.

On this day, the arena was full of guests, and countless dignitaries and dignitaries enjoyed the bloody fights that excited them, and were immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

One hundred slaves were put into cages.

Every once in a while, the acid inside the cage rises.

The gladiatorial platform is also stepped, and only by fighting to the death can one pass upwards and gain a way to survive.

If the winner is not determined within the stipulated time, the two slaves fighting will die.

On the arena, there was a child who was only ten years old, who was particularly eye-catching.

With a weapon in his hand, he looked sadly at the slave who was trapped in the same cage as himself.

This boy's body is exceptionally strong, even at a very young age, he has already shown his extraordinary side.

His face expressed empathy for the pain and fear of those slaves.

The boy was picked up from outside by other slaves.

The slaves found the boy among a pile of alien corpses.

The nobles regarded him as a gladiator with great potential and sent him directly to the arena.

No one knew he had a special ability to sense and absorb the pain of others.

The boy could feel the fear of the slaves present, and he looked blankly at the dignitaries on the high platform.

Young minds simply do not understand why those in fine clothes take pleasure in killing each other of their own kind.

Why don't they understand and sympathize with the despair and pain of another suffering person? To use such cruel means to torture the same kind.

Get satisfaction from the other party's screams.

What a distorted thought and world is this?

In order to survive, the boy was forced to kill every slave he fought against.

But with the help of his special ability, he tried his best to make every dead person die without pain.

In the cruel and cruel arena, such behavior is undoubtedly a kind of kindness.

"You are more qualified to live than I am, child. You are a good person. But living is often the greatest torture for a good person. In this world, good people have no good results." When the last slave fell down, he revealed A smile and a trace of regret.

He could foresee the dire future ahead for this strong and compassionate child.

The despicable are promoted to the palace, and the benevolent are forever lost.

This child is a good person, but he should not have appeared in this era, let alone come to this world.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the child won the final victory.

The boy received the name given to him by his slave master - Angron.

With his strong physical fitness, Angron became an undefeated gladiator in the Nukelia Arena.

The nobles cheered his gladiatorial fight.

But they wanted more, they wanted this invincible gladiator to be more brutal, more brutal, more invincible.

To this end, they arranged a fight to the death between Angron and his adoptive father.

Angron threw away his weapon in the arena and roared at countless nobles.

"Even if you kill me, you won't make me submit, let alone let me hurt him."

In order to resist the oppression of Nukelian nobles, Angron rushed to the guards, killed his blood, and tried to leave with his adoptive father.

However, the high-ranking knights of the planet Nukelia hold the technology of the Dark Ages.

Angron, who fought alone, failed to escape.

He was brought back by the army of the nobles.

The nobles were very dissatisfied with the toy's resistance, and they implanted an ancient device in it, so that it could only derive pleasure from anger, and other feelings would only make him feel pain.

Angron suffers from pain in everything he does and thinks except fighting and rage.

This device is the Butcher's Nail.

A malevolent device from the Dark Ages.

Angron was sent back to the arena in a state of rage, to be with his adoptive father.

Out of control, Angron killed his adoptive father and tore his body into countless pieces.

The nobles gave endless cheers on the high platform.

Cheers to this bloody gladiatorial fight.

Cheers that no one can escape their grip.

Excited, the nobleman left the arena.

Angron, who was sober, uttered a brutal roar that lasted for several days in the arena, holding the remains of his adoptive father.

After that day, the boy who could feel the pain of others and absorb the negative emotions of others died.

Only Angron, enslaved by the Butcher's Nails, survived.

Angron, who had lost his family, hated everything in Nukelia, and vowed never to be a toy to please the nobles again.

Gathering those gladiators who were willing to die after him, he launched an uprising in the dead of night, severely wounding the nobles of Nukelia.

Slay the nobles who cheer for the bloody gladiatorial fight.

However, the ruling class fought back with equal force.

Angron's troops were forced to flee to the Deshyi Snow Mountain on the planet Nukelia.

It was a very difficult day.

But it was also Angron's most beautiful and happiest day.

It was a beautiful moment for him as a free man, fighting side by side with his brothers and sisters.

Without food, he made the gladiators drink his blood.

Without supplies, they clung to each other for warmth.

Every gladiator was Angron's brother, his sister, and his companion.

They were willing to die for Angron, and Angron was willing to die for them.

Even under the torment of the Butcher's Nails, Angron struggled to maintain his humanity.

He would not allow that hideous implant to take the last of his possessions.

The Butcher's Nails twisted Angron's pain, but he managed to give his companion a final smile.

On the last night of the decisive battle, he swore an oath with many gladiators.

They will fight to the death, in the name of freedom.

In the cold snowy night, those companions snuggled up to Angron, like a real family, real brothers and sisters.

He took out his only blanket and covered his companion's body.

The Butcher's Nails raged at his weakness and tortured him with pain.

But Angron resisted the Butcher's Nail, even if those soft emotions would make him painful, he would not hesitate.

Those malevolent implants had taken everything from him, but Angron would not let it take away his most important brotherhood.

Never will.

They will go to death as free men.

In the torment of remorse, pain and memory.

Angron, who stood on the land of Terra again, roared, and his reason was overwhelmed by endless anger.

Those things were echoes of his past.

A remnant of Angron's old days who took care of the other gladiators and tried to keep them alive.

It was the last vestiges of the little boy who could absorb other people's pain and empathize with others.

A large part of Angron's anger comes from the fact that he will never forgive himself for his betrayal and cowardice.

Angron should have died in Nukelia with his brother, not a Primarch of the Warhounds, much less a servant of the Blood God.

At the beginning, he should have slashed at the emperor firmly, even if the other party would tear him apart for this, he would not hesitate.

That time, he was cowardly.

Created its own sorrow.

It also created Kahn and the sorrow of countless World Eaters.

Angron never forgot that day.

Nor would he forget what the Emperor had taken from him.

In that final battle.

Angron and his many gladiator brethren charged against a legion a hundred times their size.

He knew that if he continued to fight, he would die in this battle.

But he never felt the slightest fear.

He will die a free man, with his brothers and sisters.

Falling down in the endless battle, with a chasing freedom ending, draw a full stop to a tortuous and tragic experience with no regrets.

The Emperor stripped this power away.

Angron was forcibly taken away, and the nobles of the planet Nukelia turned into loyal servants of the empire.

The desperate battle for freedom is easily described as a small war of slaves against slave masters.

Angron despaired of this.

He never promised life, but was brought into this world by the delusions of a tyrant.

He never promised to go to the stars, but was forced to leave his comrades by the selfishness of a tyrant.

He was never a hero, nor was he a traitor.

He is just a ghost.

A sad ghost.

A specter longing for freedom, only to be forever enslaved by tyrants and gods.

The real Angron was long dead.

He died in Nukelia.

When he dared not stand against the Emperor and was forced to take over the War Dogs, Angron was dead.

Angron, without a free soul, is but a pathetic slave.

It doesn't make any difference whether it's the Emperor or the Blood God.

Angron knew that he was just a slave.

He came for revenge, and he also came to completely sever the past.

After today, the ghost of Nukelia will also die completely, only the eternal slave-King of Slaughter Angron.

He stood in front of those great demons, and countless demon armies screamed for his arrival.

All Terra shook, trembling at the return of the Sons of Rebellion.

Countless mortals were weeping and howling, their desperate prayers and desperate cries.

The end is here.

No one can deny this.

Valyrian jumped off the warplane and stood on the city wall, watching Angron and the great demons.

They formed a torrent and swept towards the Lion's Gate.

Valyrian gripped his halberd tightly and demanded that all soldiers guard their posts to prevent these blasphemes from entering the Emperor's sacred abode.

But he overestimated the defense of Lion's Gate.

Due to the high lord's stupidity, the lion's gate's troops were taken away a lot. Coupled with the loss during this period, the defensive troops were stretched.

Eighty-eight Khorne lords plus one demon primarch, and countless demon armies.

With such a huge force, the Lion's Gate, which has an empty defensive force, is completely powerless to resist.

Within an hour, the Lion's Gate fell, and countless demons poured into the imperial court.