Angron smelled red sand.
It is as hot as the scorching wind blowing from the bellows of a forge, enough to make every battle-hardened warrior feel uncomfortable, but this is what makes the red sand extremely hot and unique.
It is said that in the past, Nuceria never had any red sand, only the grace of ice falling from the towering snow-capped mountains, and the earth was covered by the ruthless frost all day long.
Until the Nucerians came to this land. They turned their madness and bloodthirsty into a river of scalding blood, dyeing the entire planet red, dispelling all the frost covering the earth, and bringing rich life to the planet.
It symbolizes the blood of the Nucerians throughout history.
It symbolizes the hysterical bloodthirsty madness of the Nucerians.
"Angron!"
"Angron!"
"Angron!"
The too dazzling light and cheers reawakened Angron's consciousness, and he looked around blankly - looking at everything he was extremely familiar with, but extremely unfamiliar to him.
The majestic and spectacular arena was filled with the smell of blood and the heat of red sand, and the cheers from the audience all called Angron's name.
In the language of the Nucerians, its meaning is Son of the Mountains.
He stands on the red sand.
The eight unfamiliar yet familiar faces beside him made him confused and uneasy. In their faces, Angron found a desire for blood and a sense of security coming from close people.
Angron recognized the identities of these people in an instant. They might be his comrades or family members. Their blood-hungry pupils all expressed respect to him, as if he was their natural leader. with friends.
…really weird.
Doubts kept growing in the heart of the tall gladiator, but before he could think more, an unbearable pain began to appear in his brain for no apparent reason, constantly grinding away the rationality and patience in his heart, seeming to force him to forget something. .
But no one seemed to want to give him a chance to understand the current situation. When Angron turned his attention to his 'family', he only came up with the answer of 'uncommunicable' on their faces stained with blood and fanaticism. .
Angron could clearly read their inner thoughts: they were all longing for a fight that would bring glory.
Angron, who looked confused, seemed out of place.
"Welcome to the Bloody Contest!"
The sound from the mechanical eye in the sky interrupted Angron's thinking.
The heavy iron gate opposite the arena was slowly raised amidst increasingly loud cheers, and an extremely tall and majestic figure slowly walked out of the shadows. The dazzling lights and noisy cheers of the arena highlighted the appearance of that figure. Several 'family members' around Angron also gripped their weapons as if facing a formidable enemy.
Looking at the sense of terror and oppression that the stalwart figure continued to exude, Angron asked the 'family members' beside him some doubts.
"what is that?"
He felt something was wrong with that figure, and an inexplicable strangeness and wariness rippled in his heart.
A gladiator shook his head in confusion, and the plate armor made a crisp sound when it hit.
"I don't--"
There is a strange smell in the air. Angron looked at the majestic figure, and the sudden sense of crisis made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave. The hot sand was torn apart by the bursting storm, the red sand stirred and flew under the terrible trampling, and the cracks and scars on the earth spread from the trampling of the thick combat boots.
Just as Angron was recalling this unspeakable feeling, the gladiator closest to him suffered a disaster.
Boom——! !
Before the gladiator could scream loudly, a giant fist covered in scarlet armor penetrated his head instantly. The jaw was instantly shattered to an unimaginable width by the destructive force. Blood and broken brains spattered like watermelons, and even the entire body flew backwards in an instant.
The heavy muffled sound hitting the wall symbolizes the loss of life.
Angron could hear his screams before his death: blood sprayed out from his broken throat, mixed with some weak death sobs, and his broken body no longer had the strength to struggle.
The blood continued to flow, blending into the increasingly hot red sand.
In an instant, everyone in the audience fell into madness. Their endless cheers came like a tsunami, and even their own eardrums were shattered by the crazy cheers without knowing it. All they could see was the majestic figure standing under the scorching sun.
It was an extremely majestic female warrior wearing scarlet armor.
Her cold face was not affected by the life and death of a gladiator. Her red hair burning with flames symbolized the terrifying speed that instantly crossed the sound barrier. Behind her was an extremely huge, twisted and ferocious weapon. Giant axe.
At this moment, the anger and hatred of his companions being killed instantly filled every gladiator's heart.
Angron is no exception.
While charging towards the enemy, he seemed to recall something.
Yes, he fought here. He has fought here...against machines, humans, giant beasts, and all kinds of powerful enemies.
He is a natural gladiator, good at using blood and sharp axes to bring supreme death glory to his enemies.
Then everything makes sense.
Angron slowly tightened his grip on the sharp sword that appeared at his waist.
It seems like it was always there.
…
The rain of blood continued to pour down.
Angron's crazy figure and the flames of Elaine's red hair continued to emerge, and the collision of the chain ax and the black sword rippled with several impacts that tore the earth apart.
Behind their figures are the corpses of a bloodthirsty demon who has lost his head, and seven Khorne demons who are madly chasing Elaine's figure.
The sonorous sound of gold and iron echoed over the scorched earth, and from time to time, the corpses of the great demon Khorne fell among them.
In fact, there is no more life on the battlefield where the original body is fighting. This fight, watched by the Blood God and the Corpse Emperor, represents the confrontation of their wills.
Nothing solid could survive it, and even the artillery fire would be swallowed up by the storm. The mad waves of Khorne's demon army deliberately avoided them.
Because natural disasters are brewing in no man's land.
The scarlet thunder condensed in the thick dark clouds and Angron's high-speed trace have merged into one, and the cold storm sweeping across the entire battlefield is also roaring under Elaine's ax blade.
The scorched earth has turned into blazing red sand under the mental images of both parties.
The black sword and the heavy ax collided with each other.
The sonorous buzz echoed in the eye of the storm and lingered for a long time.
…
Buzz—!
Angron barely managed to withstand the heavy blow from the ferocious giant axe. He could clearly feel the fatigue and soreness in his arms.
The female warrior wearing heavy scarlet armor in front of him had killed all his comrades in a short period of time. Her precise and ferocious movements could accurately find their weaknesses with every breath. The indescribable terrifying power multiplied the lethality of the attack, followed by a devastating and crazy killing, as well as increasingly crazier and bloodthirsty cheers from the audience.
This red female warrior is almost as huge as Angron, and the terrifying power contained in it is not even half as bad as his.
After Angron barely blocked the attack of the female warrior in front of him, his feet even sank into the red sand, touching some of the corpses buried in it.
At the same time, the mechanical eyes in the sky also passionately explained everything in front of them.
"Look! Our champion, our hero, Angron! He's in trouble!"
"After massacring his teammates, didn't Angron feel a little angry? Those were his family, those were his precious comrades! They were slaughtered like a chicken in front of this brand-new warrior …Oh, oh, how pitiful, how pitiful!”
"Will the myth of invincibility end? Will the scarlet rope of glory be marked with black scars?"
"Perhaps there is no chance of living until that time? My Angron, the time has come to prove yourself!"
After the sarcastic and funny voice ended, Angron clenched his teeth as he barely resisted the heavy ax of the female warrior in front of him.
After witnessing his 'family members' die one after another in the ruthless attack, a rage began to burn in the heart of the gladiator.
Hot sweat slid down from his strong temples, and unparalleled power burst out from his majestic figure at this moment, and the heavy ax was also lifted away by Angron at this moment.
Buzz—!
Accompanied by the clear and sharp sound of the gap in the armor being torn apart, Angron's sword edge tore the right arm of the female warrior in front of him, and the heavy ferocious giant ax was also released. The dripping blood overflowing from the section stained the red sand.
"…Well."
A slight groan of pain came from her helmet, but it failed to affect her ferocious movements.
Before Angron could be thankful that the situation was reversed, the terrifying scream that tore through the sound barrier made his pupils shrink.
An unparalleled blow followed, and the giant fist, still stained with brains and blood, instantly broke Angron's sword.
This force even knocked Angron back several meters. Even if he could barely maintain his figure, his feet tore two cracks in the ground.
The scarlet red sand seems to be faintly burning due to friction.
When Angron raised his head again, the female warrior was already holding the ferocious heavy ax with one arm, and was attacking towards her with heavy steps that tore the earth apart.
His vision was a little blurry.
The dazzling lights of the arena seemed to reflect the patter of blood, and the auditorium filled with crazy crowds seemed empty.
The cheers were replaced by terrifying unknown roars, and the corpses of the surrounding comrades had turned into indescribable distortions.
The scale of time was stretched infinitely at this moment, and Angron could smell the smell of scorched earth and storm.
The crimson sky covered by red sand is constantly overlapping with the sky of Khorne's domain.
The blood of the Nucerians seeping into the red sand was replaced by the blood of Khorne's daemons.
It seems that everything has changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.
The heavy ax roared into the storm and tore Angron's chest apart.
The severe pain was constantly covering up his consciousness, and the vicious bites from the Butcher's Nail were eating away at his soul.
Angron only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and harder to open.
Fictions from endless dreams are constantly creating cracks with reality.
The broken consciousness is constantly reuniting under the reflection of light, and the endless anger and severe pain are slowly being healed under the exhaustion.
Only the female warrior in front of me remained unchanged from beginning to end.
In the gap covered by the luxurious helmet of the female warrior, there is a pair of gilt eyes burning with flames.
Angron smiled softly.
The tired soul slowly closed his eyes.
At this moment, he finally knew what the indescribable stubbornness in the eyes of the female warrior in front of him meant.
It is something that I have never been able to pursue in my entire life.
free.
——It turns out... I have never escaped from that arena.
…
The torrential rain of blood ushered in the dawn of fighting.
The broken black sword was soaked in blood, and the broken chain ax no longer roared.
Elaine's figure stood on the ground. The scars and broken armor were covered with several scars that would be fatal to ordinary people. The empty right arm symbolized that the result of this fight was a tragic victory.
The plasma dripped onto it and formed a trickle, slowly dripping onto the headless corpse at Elaine's feet. The eight corpses scattered around it represented the remaining Khorne Daemons in this war.
However, the flames burning in her gilded eyes were more intense than usual every moment.
Even though her bright hair was soaked by the rain of blood, and the flames burning at the ends of her hair had completely subsided at this moment, the Blood Angel's head held tightly in her palms symbolized an unprecedented victory.
The dawn has begun.
The extremely twisted madness still remained on Angron's face, but there was only relief and rest in his dim pupils.
The butcher's nail that connected the brain was also torn off, and the hot blood that continuously overflowed from the break mixed with the bloody rain from the sky.
Any sign of life was gone.
In the bloody battle circle with a radius of several kilometers, except for Elaine, there was no life that was still breathing.
No one could match the Primarch's fighting that swept across the realm like a natural disaster.
"..."
Elaine silently looked at the head of the demon primarch in her palm, and Angron's deathbed relief before he completely fell into madness was still vivid in his mind.
Despite the unparalleled malevolence in the Daemon Primarch's mad roar, the vision of a new hope is by no means false.
In any case, he was completely liberated.
"May you rest in peace."
Elaine murmured softly.
…
The shadow of the fleet that covers the sky is gradually approaching the Brass Fortress, and the destined resistance is imminent.
The 888th death of the Blood Angels became the final curtain of this war.
In this fight that represented the supreme will of both parties, the distant golden light was the winner after all.
Or maybe the being on the skull throne wanted to see this scene.
The light of black stone shone in the shadow of the expeditionary fleet.
A majestic one-armed figure stands on the horn.
Determined.
…
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