Pain!
His eyes hurt just by looking!
Angron watched as the System AI poked his finger into the wall made of steel and concrete.
The walls that the Slave Masters were so proud of were as fragile as tofu beneath the Primarch's fingers. Angron finally understood why his entire body ached whenever he woke up—it was all the System AI's doing!
From the smooth area, he arrived at the Gothic architectural ornamentation full of sharp spikes.
With a light leap, Angron reached a platform. Angron saw two Space Marines fighting a Black Sprout.
bolter shells screamed constantly, but the projectiles struck only afterimages. Khârn's helmet was missing. He and Kargus the Apothecary felt intense pressure from this agile Eldar. This was the first time they had encountered such a swift creature. Before this, they had already slaughtered several Black Sprouts, which they described as "glass cannons"—high attack, low defense.
"Kargus!"
Khârn swung the Chainsword in his hand and charged forward, kicking up dust from the ground. Kargus remained silent. He raised the Bolter in his hand and began to restrict the Black Sprout's movement path. Within seconds, Khârn looked at the Black Sprout Archon and roared.
"For my father!"
"For the Emperor!"
Following two fierce roars, blades clashed. The Black Sprout Kabal Archon used the force to leap backward. He knew that he and his cohorts had already failed. From the moment this group of Imperium of Man Space Marines landed, this Hive City no longer belonged to the Slave Masters of this planet, and whether the planet itself would remain theirs was also debatable. Knowing the overall situation was decided, the Kabal Archon immediately sought to evacuate the area.
Using Khârn's force, he reached the edge of the platform. He gazed at the two warriors of the Eighth Company before him.
"Consider this your win this time!" The Archon snorted coldly.
Kharn and Kargus did not speak; their loyal gazes were fixed on the Black Sprout, or rather, on what was behind the Black Sprout.
This made the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari Archon sense something was wrong. He swung the lightning-flickering scimitar in his hand, and the moment he turned, he saw Angron, whose eyes were rolled back, staring fixedly at him.
When? The Archon was confused. He had no idea when Angron had climbed up. Angron's massive body had crept silently down from the tower like a cat.
The Archon was fast, but System AI was faster. One hand grasped the Archon's sword-wielding arm, and the other hand pressed down on the Archon's face, smashing him directly into the ground. Blood and the crisp sound of cracking bone erupted. The Archon tried to resist, extending his legs and clamping them tightly around Angron's waist.
"Bang!" System AI smashed his head down again.
"Ah!" The Archon wailed, his skull fractured through the skin.
Failure, failure once again! Angron looked at the Black Sprout Archon lying on the ground, wailing, his arm torn off by System AI.
This race had failed the first time they tried to assassinate him, and this time, Angron had completely set his mind on this slender-bodied creature.
Kharn and the Apothecary looked at Angron. Their battle, which had been deadlocked for ten minutes, was over within a few breaths after the Father of the Primarchs arrived!
"Father!" Kharn stepped forward.
System AI raised his head, his empty white eyes meeting Kharn's gaze. The moment their eyes met, Kharn felt like he had been targeted by a fierce beast. With a calm and silent expression, System AI looked at Kharn while simultaneously smashing the Black Sprout beneath him to death!
When System AI stood up, he used his power axe to sever the Black Sprout's head.
He held up the Black Sprout's head, which was stained with Nuceria's red sand. The foreign dust and the corpse were merged into one.
"Hoo!" System AI panted heavily.
He extended his hand, beckoning Kharn and Kargus. At that moment, he also saw the weakened Eunomous and Oedipus.
[Eunomous!] Angron looked at Eunomous, who had lost an arm, and exclaimed.
Creak! When the elevator door opened, Gell led the others, finally arriving. Gell looked at the current scene, unsure whether he felt envy or resentment. System AI patted Kharn's shoulder, then impaled the Black Sprout's head onto Oedipus's longsword.
When System AI saw Gell and the others arrive, he extended his hand toward them. Seeing this, Gell slowly walked forward, gazing at his Gene-Father.
Most of the Primarchs of the Imperium had now returned. Tears welled up in Gell's eyes; as a Space Marine, he was still human. He reached out his hand and gripped Angron's large hands. The War Hounds constantly thought about the time after the Primarch's return.
Now. Gell held Angron's hand, and power surged forth.
System AI immediately yanked him closer.
"Roar!" System AI let out a terrifying roar. Whether they were Sons of Angron, High Knights, or Gladiators, all gathered around him. The Twelfth Legion's banner was hoisted high.
"For freedom!" "For Angron!"
The liberation of Nuceria is today! But... this is only the beginning!
Fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the Primarch! The War Hounds knew this was the best time for them to forge a bond with their Gene-Father.
Angron's name echoed throughout the city. The Slave Master's armies began to crumble. When more Twelfth Legion vehicles descended, these bloodthirsty war machines utterly annihilated the technology Nuceria was so proud of!
But System AI detected a hint of hidden gaze. He suddenly raised his head, and the moment his eyes met the gaze emanating from the dead man's skull.
System AI quickly shoved the crowd away. Everyone, including Gell, was caught unaware and pushed to the ground. Just as they wondered what had happened, they saw Angron quickly snatch Oedipus's longsword, then grab the Bolter from Kharn, firing shot after shot at the head glowing with a faint purple light.
"nail... Angron! Stop! He's dead! He's dead!" Eunomous stepped forward and grabbed Angron's arm with one hand.
He chose to keep the matter of the nail a secret.
[What was that?] Angron felt his entire soul tremble under that gaze. He had no idea what that thing was. He could feel endless pleasure beckoning him, but System AI's data surge firmly resisted it.
Angron felt as if he was standing right above an abyss, the only question being when he would fall into it.
[The great enemy of mankind.]
[Chaos!]
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" Inside a room, Angron lay prone on a bed, while Gell and Eunomous helped him rub medicinal wine onto his back.
"Damn nail! Be gentle! Be gentle!"
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