Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 66 Ridicule
"That coward!" The deafening voice echoed across the entire battlefield through the electronic loudspeakers.

The Devourer of Worlds and Angron reacted more violently and quickly than anyone else upon hearing those words, and began searching for the source of the voice.

Turning his head first, he saw a Saint standing in the distance looking at Angron!
"I heard... you! You were once a so-called slave gladiator on your home planet, a place ruled by slave owners? And you even became number one! Full of glory..." The last sentence was full of humor and sarcasm. "But so what? You still killed your own adoptive father with your own hands..." This dramatic statement instantly shocked everyone present, whether they knew the story or were demons, causing them to stare at the saint in shock.

"What's his name?" A quirky and sarcastic voice rang out, while the saint twisted its body comically, looking at the Astartes or demons around it as if asking a question.

The sarcasm is off the charts!
Angron stood there stunned, even the effects of Butcher's Sting on him had weakened considerably.

"Oh--"

A drawn-out "Oh" instantly piqued the curiosity of most of the demons and forces present.

At the same time, the Saint, like a nightclub DJ, raised its index finger high into the sky. Its other hand was clenched into a fist and placed near its mouth like a microphone.

"So his name was... O.I.No.Mos!!"

Basha Kur listened to the story in complete bewilderment; he had never heard of such a thing before. Only veterans of the Great Expedition might have some understanding of it.

But... it can only tell some stories about the Great Crusade and what happened after the massacre on the mother planet Angron.

So when he realized what was happening, the saint's next words took a sharp turn, becoming full of reproach and disappointment.

"As a Primarch! Your cowardice has not only harmed yourself, but also your adoptive father, all your offspring, and this Empire!"

The Saint Mech swung its chainsaw sword sharply, pointing it at Angron, who was still stunned in the sky.

"Despite possessing immense strength, he was enslaved by a group of mortals. And not just any enslaved ones! They could only tremble and cower, crying and lamenting, watching their former brothers-in-arms being suppressed one by one by those cowardly mortals whom you could slaughter at will!"

He looked at the stunned crowd, then raised his voice and shouted, "You coward who only knows how to rely on the Butcher's Nail! A legion of slaves, you truly live up to your previous reputation as war dogs!"

The moment the words fell, Angron was still standing there in a daze, and even the charging Chaos Devourers were somewhat at a loss.

“Angron, if you didn’t have the Butcher’s Nail, I think… I would have buried you in the ground much more easily than those slave owners who oppressed you!”

Angron was furious. He never imagined that after tens of thousands of years in the real universe, there would still be people who remembered his broken past.

He was a pitiful and pathetic man. Originally, the Emperor intended for him to be used as a lubricant to regulate the relationships between the Primarchs.

But tragedy struck him. He was actually a gentler person than the Lord of Fire Dragons, and more emotional than Guilliman. Especially during his ascension, he briefly regained his senses, and after quickly understanding the true nature of the situation, he simply uttered a silent murmur.

"This is just another form of enslavement!"

It is evident that he possesses wisdom and rationality, and has a gentle nature. This is his true nature, but this changed after he was stranded on that slave-owning home planet.

Everything has changed!

Now, as these fragmented memories are brought up again, they flood his mind like a tidal wave, making Butcher's Nail even more excited!
Meanwhile, Khorne, inside the warp, watched this scene with great appreciation!
That guy's brave!
Want to solo Angron after he's ascended to magic power?

He admired this courage, especially on this crazy battlefield, which made him admire the kid even more.

Even his perpetually angry expression softened slightly as he stroked his chin with his right hand and began to ponder.

This guy seems even better than Angron. Maybe I should bring him back and elevate him to a higher level, making him a Chosen One?
Not bad!

The Butcher's Nail atop his head instantly released a terrifying subspace current, directly overloading the electronic systems within the Seraph's mech's head. Looking at the now somewhat unsettling Angron, Quan Tiehua swallowed nervously, then muttered under his breath, "By the Emperor above, please grant me some help!"

Meanwhile, the Emperor, who was constantly monitoring the battlefield and guiding the reinforcements from within the subspace, turned into an old man on the subway upon hearing these words!
However, after seeing the current scene on that battlefield, he couldn't help but subconsciously glance at the quiet longsword beside Guilliman.

The sun in the subspace remained silent for a while, as if it were pondering.

The next second, the longsword flashed with golden light and disappeared from its original spot.

The imperial guards, who had been watching, rushed in the instant the light appeared. Then, they saw the longsword vanish in an instant. All the guards felt as if the sky had fallen, and they all prepared to bang their heads against the ground!

Even Guilliman, who was working, froze on the spot, turning his head to look at the spot where the longsword was placed.

In one hand he held a pen, and in the other he clutched a parchment document. It contained detailed intelligence about the demonic invasion of Lesstar.

"Ah—by the Emperor!"

……

On the battlefield, Angron flapped his wings and charged towards Quan Tiehua, even slashing away the Seraphim mechs that tried to stop him in time with his Dark Blade.

"Fuck me!"

The plasma cannons on the Saints didn't care about overload; they unleashed a barrage of fire at almost maximum power towards the charging Angron.

But this was of no use to Angron at this moment. The Dark Blade swept out fiercely, cleaving the saint in two at the waist.

Even the chainsaw sword in his hand couldn't stop him in the slightest!

After cleaving the saint in two, Angron delivered a spinning kick that sent the upper body carrying the pilot flying. The car slammed into a distant mountain like a meteorite hitting the earth.

cough cough-

Violent coughing came from the cockpit; Quan Tiehua had suffered serious damage, with several lobes of his lungs damaged and rendered unusable.

Even one of his hearts suffered some damage, but thankfully... he was able to maintain his current bodily functions.

With the injection of various potions, he finally caught his breath! He watched as Angron, flapping his wings, slowly landed not far from him.

"They were talking so well before! How did things turn out like this now?" Angron was barely suppressing the bloodlust brought on by the Butcher's Nails. He looked at Quan Tiehua, who was so badly injured that he could barely stand up.

He made up his mind; he would bring that foul-mouthed Astartes back. And first, he would use the cruelest methods to torture him bit by bit, inflicting the greatest pain upon him.

Only in this way can he vent his anger!
As he spoke, he walked forward and looked at Quan Tiehua, who was crawling out in a disheveled state. He flipped Quan over with his foot and then stomped hard on his chest.

This caused the damage that had begun to repair in Quan Tiehua's body to rupture again, and he spat out a large amount of blood from his mouth.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

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(End of this chapter)