All this is just a clumsy farce, a last-ditch effort.
He couldn't even cast much power.
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Angron roared, his roar was like a violent wind,
[This is all you can do? ! 】
The Lord of Red Sand was trapped deep in the fog, slashing at the monsters running towards him in the fog. They seemed to be hallucinations, but also seemed to be real entities.
A little blood splattered on his face.
The demonic tides surged, but they were nothing compared to the Primarch.
They were weaker than those Angron had faced before in the Maelstrom.
Before he angrily ordered the demon army to attack Angron, the Lord of Red Sand had already experienced eight rounds of illusions.
Angron regards them as nothing, and he will find his children, even if they die in battle.
The last head of the demon army was chopped off, and Angron strode into the sand field of the arena——
He saw the Ultramarines.
The Ultramarine stood there, larger than an ordinary Space Marine, and his brilliant blue armor stood out among the bright reds.
He was stepping over the World Eater's corpse.
The next moment, the spinning Blood Father exploded the head, and the half-cut Ultramarine's head flew up in the air. In the eyes of the suspended head, the last picture was of Angron with one hand raised at the entrance of the arena. .
At that moment, Angron felt endless anger.
The heir was tortured and killed, and the pain before death shocked him. He heard the World Eaters' last moments shouting for glory and loyalty, and he heard their screams before death.
Why,
Angron asked himself why.
Why is it always him, why is it always the World Eaters who bear all this, why, why on earth is this?
The original body ran over. The place was surrounded by blood mist, but there were no enemies.
Only the corpse of the World Eater.
He stared in disbelief at his sons, their broken and bleeding corpses, and Angron shakily tried to reach out and close their unclosed eyes.
[I'm sorry to see all this, my brother. 】
A strange yet familiar voice sounded. Angron turned his head and saw a strange giant.
His face was engraved with scriptures, and his violet eyes were filled with compassion.
Angron moved his chapped lips. He recognized the man. He had seen his brother in the portrait.
[Hallucination, tell me what you want to do? 】
Angron slowly stood up, the battle ax in his hand dripping with blood,
【Do you want to fight me? 】
【No,】
"Luojia" said, he opened his hands peacefully,
[I just feel that you are in pain, and all this is meaningless to you. 】
Angron calmed down and prepared for the next attack.
Fake, he thought.
[Landing in Wrathria, then the Maelstrom, and finally Macragge, this is so unfair to you. 】
[You could have been freed from all this suffering, and your fate was not so rough. 】
Angron waved his hand and slashed at "Luojia", but there was no feeling of hitting the axe, and he missed it.
This "Luojia" is just a projection.
Angron stared at the chattering phantom. He backed away cautiously, preparing to leave.
[I can save you, brother. 】
"Lojia" said, the original body's gaze was cast upward, and Angron followed his gaze——
He hadn't even noticed there was an altar there before? !
At this moment, there were several Ultramarines and Word Bearers standing there. They stood there like corpses, like dead candlesticks.
"Luojia" opened his hand,
[The power of destiny is always stronger than we imagine, Angron, I am deeply aware of this. 】
"Luojia" turned sideways, looking into the depths of the blood mist with interest and patience.
In the blood mist, Guilliman rushed out with his sword raised.
[Guilliman? ! 】
The sword and ax collided with a loud bang, and sparks from the metal splashed into Angron's eyes.
Angron gritted his teeth, what on earth was going on? !
The Guilliman he faced seemed to be overwhelmed by anger. His eyes when he looked at Angron were full of anger, as if Angron had burned his Ultramar!
It was obviously the Ultramarines who killed his warriors!
Angron roared angrily and moved Guilliman's sword away. He felt that his blood was boiling abnormally, and his anger urged him to raise the ax quickly.
His emotions were provoked by the death of his offspring, and the emotions stabbed his brain like needles. Angron tried to regain his reason, but this was not easy.
Angron exhaled blood. This was not what it seemed. He forced himself to calm down.
Now how to do? Now how to do? !
His soul was disturbed by raging fire, so hot that it was unimaginable——
Angron remembered something.
Angron gave up his active attack and took on Guilliman's attack in vain.
Angron took a deep look at the fake Guilliman. He felt angry, unwilling, and aggrieved.
He became aware of the souls of his other living offspring.
They needed him, and he couldn't just abandon them.
No honor, no dignity... Angron thought, his instinct was resisting him and cursing him.
But there are still people who need him, the World Eaters, Hades, Guilliman... He cannot fall into the enemy's trap again.
He remembered what the fake Luo Jia said, why him? Angron thought, why him? Why did the enemy keep watching him?
Angron's reason stabbed him, and he felt ridiculous, but he seemed to know what he should do.
Angron thought that higher-dimensional enemies were sitting on his throne, trapping them with blood and illusions everywhere, and they could only fight in the traps he set?
He draws his strength from war and glory, Angron, you know this, you know - you know what you have to do.
They had already stepped into His trap, and Angron did not want to step into His stage step by step again.
Blood spilled from Angron's mouth, and his vocal cords were trembling.
You can do it, Angron, you can do it.
This is not... this is not what you thought.
Angron thought, his soul trembling violently, angry, and finally, to convince himself, he thought of Hades.
During the days after leaving the Maelstrom, Angron sparred with Hades once after confirming that Angron was in a state that could be used for simple combat.
Finally, Hades used his scythe to drive away Angron's battle ax.
Angron used his battle ax to knock away the fake Guilliman's dagger.
The corner of his mouth forced a smile. In the end, Angron still couldn't do what Hades did -
"I give up! Stop fighting!!!"
[Fighting with you is boring and without honor - I will not continue fighting with you! 】
next moment,
Angron turned around and began to run away.
This was the first time he took the initiative to escape.
No, Angron thought absurdly of the nonsense Hades had told him. This was a strategic retreat, Angron commented.
The angry dagger slashed through his shoulder armor, and the monstrous anger screamed towards him, with some kind of collapsed shouts and despair, the anger of being fooled, and the blood throne roared,
The altar that was built collapsed, and Luojia's phantom disappeared with a scream of collapse.
Angron showed no regrets, he ran towards the direction of his living heir,
Because he knew he won.
And successfully mocked that existence.
He was furious.
In the past, they could only fight each other in the arena.
But on a real battlefield, fighting is never the only option.
Angron thought, and he laughed, feeling the inexplicable absurdity and pain. He ran quickly, running away from the stage He had built for him, and running away from his original destiny.
Angry blood lapped at him, but Angron knew it was all in vain.
He found it funny that the first step to crushing the enemy was to crush his own persistence in the past.
But he knew that it was all worth it, he knew that he had a future that was more worth dying for, that his children still needed him, instead of dying worthless now.
In Angron's sight, he saw Roark and the other World Eaters, who were fighting hard against the Ultramarines——
Angron's pupils suddenly dilated,
【Get out of the way! ! ! 】
He roared, hurling his battleaxe at Guilliman, who was charging at them at the same time.
No more, great!
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Recommend books,
The game starts with a dog whose book friend alternative name is Perturabo my dog.
From the alternative names, you can understand everything. (ac girl covered her mouth and smiled)
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