Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The earth trembled in Angron's fury.

Raging flames spewed out from the cracks in the ground, engulfing the entire world in flames.

The blood god's servants twisted their figures and let out all kinds of sharp and piercing howls.

Corax, who had turned into a black shadow, condensed into a human form again, standing on a huge circular pillar.

Looking at Angron, who was blazing with flames and dominated by eternal anger, his dark pupils were filled with anger.

"A disgusting beast." Corax's voice pierced the air shrouded in poisonous smoke and resounded across the deserted construction site.

Angron looked at Corax and let out a roar.

The battle ax in his hand was burning, rising with a flame of evil enough to reduce the soul to ashes.

The copper-bell-like pupils burned with endless anger.

Eternal torment afflicts this ghost of Nukelia, the eternal gladiator.

Corax stared at Angron.

He couldn't see the shadow of his former brother in the other party's eyes.

Can only see the killing and war waged by a slave under the command of the blood god.

Angron could not recall the identity of the creature before him.

All he could think about was hunting, fighting, and killing.

During the Horus Heresy, Lorgar held his Ascension Ceremony in Nukelia.

He was no longer the same Angron.

No more tiredness, no more sanity.

Only the eternal lust for war and the hunger to kill.

Black steel wings.

Pale face.

Messy black hair.

It's all so familiar.

Some lost memories popped up in Angron's mind, but they were quickly suppressed by anger.

As a member of the blood god, he only needs to fight.

He doesn't need to know the identity of the other party.

Kill, kill, kill forever.

Angron strode towards Corax and rushed over.

Every step is so heavy that the earth shakes and burns.

Under an eerie sky, on a land burning with fire.

The raven and the gladiator fought together.

They breathed the air that smelt of murder.

Metal and iron intersect, and the sound is like thunder.

On the ground, demons slaughtered slaves and offered sacrifices to the blood god.

The Word Bearers were thrilled to see it all.

They came from the other side of the portal one after another, ready to join the battle to hunt down the Primarch.

Under the sky, the primordial energy of the Supreme Heaven continuously poured into the bodies of the two Primarchs, catalyzing two brilliant supernovae, radiating majestic energy.

Fighting on the demon planet of the Eye of Terror, the power that Angron can exert is far stronger than that in the real universe.

He turned into a tall flame giant, and the eternal anger turned into substance and burned blazingly beside him.

Huge wings stretched from behind him, twined with brass chains and fel fire.

The battle ax in his hand spewed even more terrifying flames, as if forged from the primordial fire.

The primarch's essential power was brought into full play.

With a single roar, the entire hill was shattered, forming violent whirlwinds of flames that tore apart everything within sight.

This is the true power of the Demon Primarch.

In the real universe, Angron can only play a small part of it.

And here, his strength can be fully displayed.

Corax's body turned into a dark cloud formed by hundreds of millions of ravens, and the screams of the ravens silenced everything.

Hundreds of millions of pairs of sharp claws and sharp beaks converged into a storm that touched the sky and ground, spewing out incandescent thunder.

In the aftermath of the battle between the two Primarchs, the earth was torn apart, and the unfinished temple collapsed in flames.

The corpses of countless slaves and traitors who died at the hands of Corax were reduced to ashes.

The speed of both sides was so fast that it was impossible to see their movements clearly.

Every time the battle ax and sharp claws collide, there will be a piercing sound.

Relying on his agility, the Crow King pressed on step by step, his sharp claws slashed across Angron's body again and again, and the scorching demon blood dripped on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

Angron growled, angry at his bulkiness.

He couldn't keep up with Corax's speed.

At this time, he was like fighting a shadow.

Every time he wanted to get close to Corax, the other party could always leave one step ahead of time, or turn into a black shadow.

Every swing of his battle ax would cause the Butcher's Nails to bite his brain more ferociously, causing him more pain.

After ascending to the demon, Angron no longer has a flesh and blood body.

Only the container made of etheric power contains the ghosts who died in the battle of the gladiator uprising.

With the disappearance of flesh and blood, Angron's Butcher's Nail did not disappear, but became even more terrifying.

Every failure will make him suffer unprecedented torture.

The sublimation in Lorgar's mouth forced Angron to pursue more killings, otherwise he would die of pain.

Driven by rage, Angron grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, he got a chance.

Corax howled in pain as the ax swung across the frenzied crows.

Countless ravens turned into human forms.

The tall Raven Lord was stained with blood, panting.

There was a huge gap in the pure black battle armor, and blood flowed out of it, dripping into the icy wilderness.

Angron was also scarred and ruled by endless rage.

"It seems that I came just for the good."

A deep voice came.

The Word Bearers looked over their shoulders, growing more agitated and excited.

The humiliation that lasted ten thousand years will be washed away today.

The black-gold arches were ignited by a massive halo of energy.

On the other side of the door frame emerged a huge and magnificent church.

A stalwart figure stood on the side of the portal.

The Primarch of the Word Bearers, Lorgar, who had been pondering the profound proposition of what a god is in the cathedral, walked out of the cathedral.

He smelled revenge.

He smelled the death of the Raven Lord.

Lorgar stepped through the portal, his golden body covered with a robe depicting burning spells.

The power of the runes surrounded him.

He held a ferocious mace in his hand, and the dark power contained in it was as vast as the ocean, as if it would break through the shackles at any time.

In his other hand he carried an ancient war club.

The body of the stick is cast from an unknown metal, with numerous scars and defects all over it.

A three-eyed skull is inlaid on the top of the stick, and the bone layer is engraved with layers of overlapping and intertwined golden seals.

Lorgar watched the battle between Angron and Corax with unique blue eyes.

"I didn't expect that after ten thousand years, we would meet again in this way."

Lorgar's voice is very magnetic, which is why he can preach so many believers.

Seeing this guy's appearance, Corax's face became gloomy.

He stood up and prepared to deal with the two traitors.

Angron's combat strength is not inferior to him, and with Lorgar, this is a sure-to-lose situation.

"Coward, I thought you were dead inside your shell!" Corax sneered.

Lorgar didn't take it seriously, "I'm just thinking about what a great cause can achieve in the church. Human beings will rise in unity and immortality, and become the most favored race in the Pantheon. This is the right path."

"I have no intention of arguing with you about this, you are already mad, Lorgar. I don't want to argue with a madman about anything, I just want to kill you." Corax said angrily, "Even today, I will die here. I'll kill you first too. All because of your stupidity and arrogance that fucked up this guy."

"I'm right." Lorgar opened his hands like a pious preacher, "Everything now proves that what I did was correct and far-sighted. Even if Horus didn't rebel, you think everything Will it be different?? Do you think there will be peace in the Empire? No, Corax, never."

"What the Emperor brings to every world is obedience, not peace. The two are contradictory, and if all the Lord of the Empire wants is obedience, the end is doomed. Whatever enlightenment the Great Crusade brings , it is unimportant, whether it is the truth of the empire or the secrets of the gods. The Legion of the Astartes will never be disarmed and returned to the fields. They will always march towards the battlefield, because this is the meaning of their existence. War will never would cease, even if the Great Crusade could push to the frontiers of the galaxy to wipe out every xenomorph and bring every world to its knees."

"Dissatisfaction will spread, the people will rebel, and the world will ignite flames. Greedy human nature will drive countless men and women to pursue the truth persistently, and the truth will often destroy the tyrant. The emperor tried to use the strongest force to suppress all these things, but he didn't understand Forgot that nothing in this world is the strongest. What he can have, others will have."

"Perhaps you will think that I am the minion of the gods, a stupid believer, then you are wrong. The gods are powerful, but they are also fickle existences, and the time of confrontation with each other is much longer than that of peace. They They will spread lies like mortals in order to gain victory. The future they promise is unreliable, and I have chosen a new and different path for mankind, a path of freedom."

"I have long foreseen that the emperor will become a god in the worship of mankind. Whether he likes it or not, this is inevitable. It is like the rainwater that falls will eventually gather into the ocean. This is fate and destiny. You and I are a part of it, unable to change. The empire will collapse in chaos, and people will choose different camps according to their beliefs. After that, humans will become the true chosen race, in the endless It will last forever in the war of the gods. No race can match nor replace human beings. This is a new way, and those heroes will live forever in the halls of the gods until the end of the universe.”

Lorgar stared at Corax, his tone impassioned and full of passion.

What a great path.

Only people like him who can clearly see the essence of the universe can promote it.

Others are either lost in their own little worlds or have been fooled out of their minds by the gods.

Only he remains the same.

"I told you you were a madman," Corax sneered. "Do you still try to drum me up with your crazy tone? Like those stupid believers."

"I don't want to encourage you, because you will die here." Lorgar smiled. He raised his mace and baton, and rushed towards Corax, preparing to join forces with Angron to kill the Raven Lord.

After Angron let out a roar, he slashed at Lorgar with the battle ax in his hand.

The more violent anger turned into flames, burning on his body.

With one blow, the smiling Lorgar was knocked into the air.

The heavy body of the Primarch hit the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

This scene came so suddenly.

All the Word Bearers and Lorgar were stunned.

Everyone is in the same camp, why attack your own people! !

Corax was also taken aback.

He didn't understand why Angron would attack Lorgar! !

But he didn't hesitate, but turned into a black shadow and fled the battlefield.

He didn't know what contradiction there was between the two, or what hatred there was.

But he knew that if the two cooperated, he would die here.

Evacuation is the most reasonable.

If Angron was alone, he would try to hunt him down.

But now, it wasn't just Angron.

For this, he needs to escape from here and return to his camp.

If you stay any longer, there are too many variables, and it is easy to put yourself in danger.

If Angron slashed twice and then turned around to cooperate with Lorgar, he wouldn't even be able to run away.

"Why!" Seeing Corax fleeing, and Angron snarling at him, Lorgar got up and asked loudly, full of confusion.

"Tell me, Lorgar, where are the free spirits of those gladiators in Nuceria?"

Angron, who was unable to maintain his sanity, was able to utter a complete sentence clearly at this time.

Unending pain tormented Angron's soul.

But at this moment, he was miraculously suppressed by his already collapsed rationality.

Angron walked towards Lorgar step by step.

His performance shocked both the Word Bearers and Lorgar.

"Angron!" Lorgar said in horror, "Have you recovered?"

"Tell me, Lorgar, where are those free souls?" Angron roared like a demon again, the terrible flames were burning, and the battle ax in his hand turned into a more advanced form.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Lorgar said loudly after seeing Angron's performance, he took two steps back in fright.

"Nukelia's free gladiator soul." Angron roared like a beast, his sanity was once again crushed by the pain caused by the Butcher's Nail, and endless anger once again controlled him.

Lorgar wanted to say he didn't know.

But in the next second, Angron jumped up and slashed at him with an axe.

The power of this blow was so terrifying, it contained Angron's endless anger.

"Angron, we are free." Sixteen-year-old Yochuka kissed a flower that bloomed in the cold on the eve of the final battle. "I really hope that one day, we can be as unrestrained as the wind, and no longer be playthings and slaves of nobles."

"You are my child, Angron, I will not hate you, but please don't let it control you, and don't succumb to the fate those nobles have arranged for you." On the night the Butcher's Nail was implanted, the violent When he beat his adoptive father to death, the man who raised him said the last words.

"You can kill us, but we will not surrender. As free souls, we have no regrets in dying." Croma said loudly in front of those high-ranking knights.

Broken memories floated in Angron's heart.

Those memories tormented him, turning into a never-ending rage.

The power emitted by the battle ax in his hand became more and more violent.

The ground was split open by him, and terrifying ravines emerged on the surface, which was shocking.

The stick in Lorgar's hand was cut off after only one blow.

The Word Bearers try to stop Angron, who is bersering.

But no one was his opponent, and the violent power smashed everything into pieces.

The Word Bearers warrior blocking the way was instantly blown into pieces.

Rage, endless rage, never-ending rage.

It is burning.

Burning like never before.

It crazily increased Angron's power.

The blood god's laughter resounded throughout the subspace.

Never before has a kinsman's anger been so pure and intense.

"Portal!" a Word Bearers warrior yelled in horror, drawing the attention of the others.

The energy field inside the portal trembled uncomfortably.

Black sparks kept streaking across the plane of the force field, like large ripples on the calm water surface.

The teleportation channel is collapsing.

"Back back." Lorgar shouted.

Angron's offensive was so crazy that Lorgar couldn't bear it at all. Every time he confronted, he felt as if the weapon in his hand had been hit by a planet.

The Word Bearers fired subconsciously, and bombs and beams of light rained down on Angron.

The terrifying flames burning on Angron's body swallowed up all attacks and did not have any effect.

Lorgar limped towards the portal.

But Angron charged again, jumped up, and slashed towards Lorgar.

That's too late! !

Just when Angron was about to strike Lorgar, a flash of light appeared.

The light disappears.

Lorgar disappeared.

Angron looked around, but couldn't find the other party, so he could only raise his head to the sky and let out a roar that even the demons were afraid of.

Lorgar could feel Angron's anger and killing intent.

He was only a little short of death.

"Greetings, Lorgar, Lord of the Word Bearers."

Lorgar followed the voice and found a warrior wearing a gold and blue two-color armor.

The opponent held a scepter and stood on a high platform.

On the side, the sacrificed slaves were still bleeding.

Obviously, at the last moment, it was the other party's witchcraft that saved him from Angron's axe.

Lorgar looked at the other party's face, and memories of the other party emerged in his mind.

"Magnus' Thousand Sons? I think your name is Ahriman."

"Yes, Lord of the Word Bearers, you have not misremembered. Compared with your Primarch, the word misremember probably does not exist. You have perfect memory." Ahriman said.

"How did you happen to appear at the place where I was fighting Angron, and save me by such a coincidence?" Lorgar's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

As we all know, the Thousand Sons Legion has followed Tzeentch who is known as the God of Change, Lord of Conspiracy, and God of Trickery.

"The battle between you and Angron was not my conspiracy. I just happened to be here. Moreover, I didn't arrive by coincidence. Before Angron, when Corax showed up, I appeared." Ahriman explained, "Instigating a battle between you and Angron will not do me any good. If you can live in harmony, it will help me more than fighting each other."

"Why did you come here?" Lorgar was skeptical of Ahriman's words, and Tzeentch's followers were as untrustworthy as Tzeentch.

Always be vigilant against them, otherwise you will not know how to die.

"I invited you to join the alliance," Ahriman said.

"What alliance?"

"Destroy our common enemy, Guilliman."