Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

In the state of [War Fury], Angron's already scarce sanity will be further reduced!

In exchange, the fighting power of the Prince of Khorne will increase exponentially according to the intensity of the battle.

The furious Angron brought great pressure to the Imperial Regent. Coupled with the interference of the Great Unclean One, Prince Tzeentch and Lorgar... the Imperial Regent inevitably fell into a disadvantage.

If this disadvantage is allowed to continue to expand, even the [Imperial Regent] will not be able to escape the fate of falling into the hands of betrayers.

Lorgar's face, branded with chaos runes, showed a hideous smile! This despicable traitor seemed to have seen the Imperial Regent being torn into pieces by Angron.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is often very bleak.

The malice from the Chaos Gods did put the Imperial Regent in great danger! But the last thing the gods should do is to let Angron and Lorgar appear on the battlefield at the same time.

The barrier of position activated by the [Holy Armor] resisted the sorcery from Prince Tzeentch! The Emperor's Sword, overflowing with psychic energy, swept away Angron's bloody chainsaw axe.

After the blow, the Imperial Regent quickly distanced himself from Angron! Before the next wave of attacks from the Prince of Khorne arrived, Gawain uttered an ancient and distant word.

[Nuseriya]!!!

The pace of the Prince of Khorne's advance was slightly slowed, but then the blood-red monster fell into even greater rage.

Nuthria was the only world that Angron failed to conquer, and it was also the source of the eternal rage of the Lord of Red Sand.

Shortly after the [Unification War] ended, a strange subspace storm swept through the experimental site under the Terra Palace.

The twenty-one Primarchs created by the Emperor for the Great Crusade were thrown to all corners of the galaxy by this strange storm.

The place where young Angron was born was a slavery world called Nuthrea.

Angron had been fighting in the duel arena for as long as he could remember!

Angron hated killing and death, but every day he was accompanied by... only endless killing and death.

Angron wants to change this deformed world all the time!

Finally, on the day of his adulthood, the Lord of Red Sand led the oppressed gladiators in an uprising.

The angry gladiators broke the chains, killed the slave owners in the arena with simple weapons, and tried to hang the nobles who treated human lives as playthings on street lamps.

But how could gladiators compare with the well-equipped aristocratic army?

As you can imagine, the uprising ended in failure!

But the gladiators had no regrets, because they had already tasted the incomparably fragrant breath of freedom.

Angron decided to die with the gladiators, but at that moment... the fleet from the Lord of Mankind descended on Nuthrea.

The Emperor took away the Primarch Angron, but left the gladiators behind.

Angron became a hero who led the Empire into a great crusade, but in faraway Nutheria... he was always contemptuously called a "coward" by slave owners and nobles.

It was precisely because of the emperor's indifference and ruthlessness that the groundwork was laid for the Lord of Red Sand to launch a rebellion later.

The painful memories of Nuseria made Angron fall into a deeper rage!

Angron, who had long lost his mind, roared and charged at the Imperial Regent! The demon prince's terrifying power was even enough to overturn a "Poison Blade" super-heavy tank.

But Gawain did not intend to confront Angron head-on.

The Imperial Regent deftly dodged Angron's slash and revealed the secret that made the Word Bearers Primarch Lorgar sweat profusely:

"Angron, has Lorgar ever told you... what was the sacrifice that elevated you to the position of Demon Prince ten thousand years ago?"

"No, of course he didn't tell you!" The Imperial Regent stepped on the corpse of a Word Bearer and looked at Lorgar with a mocking look in his eyes, "Because he didn't dare. The wimp was afraid of enduring your wrath!"

The words of the Imperial Regent seemed to have awakened the last bit of humanity in Angron!

Under the shocked gazes of the traitors and demonic entities, the Khorne prince, immersed in eternal rage, actually slowly put down the chainsaw axe in his hand.

The Butcher's Nail, rooted in Angron's brain, emitted a shrill buzzing sound. This abominable creation tried to make the Prince of Khorne fall into rage again through endless pain.

But Angron did not become enraged by pain as usual...

This hideous red monster just stared at the Imperial Regent with its eyes filled with madness and anger.

"What exactly is the sacrifice?" Angron's voice was frantic and hoarse.

"Of course it's everything above Nuseria! Including...the gladiators who once fought against the rule of the aristocracy with you." There was a hint of pity in the words of the Imperial Regent.

"Everything has become a tribute to the evil god! Khorne enjoys the offerings of blood and death, and sucks the indomitable spirit and anger that fills the gladiators' souls..."

"As for the remaining soul fragments, they will return to Lorgar's hands!"

The Imperial Regent paused for a moment, then spoke words that completely ignited Angron's rage.

"Angron, you and Lorgar once participated in the Horus Heresy together! You should know very well what will happen to those soul fragments if they fall into Lorgar's hands!"

The Butcher's Nail rooted in Angron's brain began to tremble again!

The pain like a tide hit the remaining sanity of the Prince of Khorne, and in the madness and pain... a memory that was deliberately hidden by some kind of sorcery slowly emerged.

The Imperial Regent did not lie!

Ten thousand years ago, the souls of the gladiators, which should have been filled with freedom and hope, were sacrificed by the evil Word Bearers to the evil gods deep in the warp.

Even in the last moments before being devoured by the evil god, the gladiators were still reciting the words that Angron had once inspired them.

"We are born in darkness, we grow up in darkness...but we will die in freedom!"

The ancient sound that seemed to echo in his soul made Angron furious.

"Lorgar, I will tear you into pieces!!!"

The ground of Macragge trembles at Angron's roar!

Several huge cracks appeared on the solid ground, and blood-red flames emitting a sulfurous smell gushed out from the cracks, almost drowning the entire world in the raging blood and fire.

More than three digits of Word Bearers were burned to ashes by the scorching blood and fire! But this did not reduce Angron's rage in the slightest.

"Angron, are you crazy?" The terrified Lorgar tried to comfort the Prince of Khorne with bewitching words:

"Listen, Angron! That guy is just a running dog of the Empire!" Lorgar's words were full of urgency. "My dear brother, he is trying to deceive you and deny the ten thousand years of love between us!"