Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Khorne, you evil gods, are you full of shit? A certain being doesn't want to destroy the world, but you're forcing it to do so?"

"You guys are just a small part of the team. Once the Emperor makes a decision, you have to stand in the middle. What makes you think you can compete with him? You're still the Blood God. When Tzeentch had a staff, you fought Tzeentch one-on-one. You're trash." The traveler said that he really couldn't understand the evil god's train of thought.

At this moment, the Traveler, who had become a god, was also afraid. He swore that he would help the Emperor and get rid of all those bastards in the Warp. Otherwise, no one would survive!

However, rarely, Khorne did not retort, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Meanwhile, the battle on earth continued. The Black Knight and Angron briefly fought to a draw. However, after a while, Sigismund finally showed signs of fatigue. It wasn't the Emperor's weakness, but his own. Absolute destruction and annihilation also had a significant negative impact on the user. Gradually, the Black Knight's movements slowed, and his attacks lost their ferocity.

"I'm still superior!" Angron's expression regained its composure. Although the wounds on his body made him palpitate, he could already sense that the enemy was at the end of their strength. As long as they could delay the battle, they would win. Sigismund truly lived up to his reputation as the foremost among all the legions.

"You can earn my respect. I will chop off your head and place it prominently in my trophy room," Angron declared arrogantly. Then, with a powerful blow, Sigismund was sent flying. Just as Angron was about to press on, a thick beam of light enveloped him.

"Polax, I want to criticize you. Why did you only use ordinary lasers and plasma to fight the Primarch? We should have used volcanic cannons." Loken's voice sounded with a hint of joking. Just when Sigismund was beginning to show signs of defeat, Loken finally led his team to attack.

It has to be said that as the younger brother of the Volcano Cannon, the Volcano Spear is indeed extremely effective (Knight Mecha-level machines can be equipped with Volcano Spears). There is a saying on the sacred and ancient Terra that fear comes from insufficient firepower, and billions of turrets are billions of glory that will surely illuminate the sky!

"It's over? We killed a Primarch?" an Imperial Fist asked, looking at the distant battlefield. Before he could finish his words, a blood-soaked red figure rushed out, charging at Loken like a wild beast. Loken manipulated his spear to block, his disintegrating prism dancing on the blade. As Loken swung the power spear, it pierced the opponent, and the blow, powerful enough to split the mech in half, left a visible scar on one of the opponent's arms.

Angron's much larger body slammed into Loken's mech, the force so immense it nearly fell. Before Loken lay Angron's massive, twisted head. His face still had the outer features of Angron, but horns had sprouted from it, and a layer of bone enveloped his skull.

"You killed Salin. The Emperor killed my brother. I seek revenge. I will kill you all," Angron roared. His hand detached and smashed into Loken's mech, instantly shattering the specialized armor and hull that had been designed to block the Baneblade's main cannon. Loken maneuvered to deflect the blow, but failed. Angron easily pushed him aside. The two men stood huddled together, neither daring to attack from a distance.

"Hit his head! Pull out his nails!" At this moment, a voice sounded in Locke's mind, and Locke subconsciously did as it said. When Angron punched Locke's mecha again, knocking the steel plate across, Locke's mecha's power glove hit Angron's head like a sledgehammer while the opponent did not retract his fist, causing the newly formed bone plate to fly out, revealing the dense butcher's nails underneath!

"I'll free you, Angron!" As the massive power fist began to pull out the spikes, Angron felt unimaginable pain. His body shook uncontrollably, and he even slapped Loken with his arm, which had just been injured by the power spear. But none of this could stop Loken from pulling the spikes out of Angron's head one by one! Unimaginable pain and endless memories flooded over him like a tide, causing Angron to faint. Then, Loken was finally able to control the damaged mech and retreat from the battlefield.

"Maybe we can try to kill him." Polux, who had escaped from the destroyed mecha, said to the Black Knight who had regained his normal consciousness.

"Let it go this time. This is the Emperor's final act of mercy towards his descendants," Sigismund said with a complicated expression. "We have won this battle. The World Eaters will bring back their severely injured Primarch and flee. We have plenty of time to destroy this sinful world."

Angron had escaped unscathed, and his fall was a devastating blow to the entire World Eaters Legion. Almost all of Angron's followers felt a sense of defeat and pain, which drew them away from the bloodthirsty battles. They became timid, even unwilling to continue fighting. They only wanted to rescue their Primarch and leave this place forever.

"I heard that the Emperor tried to relieve Angron's pain, but later it was said that Angron might die if the nail was pulled out, so he gave up," said Loken.

"There is such a saying." The Black Knight nodded.

"But just now there was a voice telling me to pull the nail out of his head." Loken sighed.

"This is a matter for those above us and has nothing to do with us," said the Black Knight.

"So, the next time the Emperor encounters Angron, there will be no mercy?" said Pollax.

"Perhaps," said the Black Knight. "Now hurry! We're going to give the underdog a good beating!"

Then, under the command of the Black Knights and others, the Imperial Fist launched a counterattack. The World Eaters began to retreat, then collapsed, and finally fled. But none of this mattered to Angron anymore. In his coma, he seemed to have entered a special dimension. Here, he could see every scene of his past!

At this moment, Angron felt no pain, and the Butcher's Nail, lodged in his skull, remained silent and unresponsive. In this silence, Angron was able to recall his life, from his birth to becoming a gladiator, to launching the Rebellion, to being taken away by the Emperor to fight across the stars, and finally, to joining the Rebellion, and the battles between the two sides.

"At this moment, I am free. I am liberated." The peace within him brought comfort to Angron, for the outside world no longer had any bearing on him. He continued to wander aimlessly through space. He didn't know where his destination was, but he desperately wanted to stay here.

However, in the distance, a vague figure caught his attention. When he wanted to see who it was, when the person opposite turned his head, Angron felt every cell in his body trembling!

"The Emperor!" Angron's muscles reacted in a trance, and he tried to find his axe, but there was none.

"You want to attack me? I'll give you the chance." The Emperor looked at his offspring coldly. He pointed his finger, and a battle axe appeared within Angron's reach.

"Come, take it and strike me," said the Emperor.

"I..." Angron looked at the battle axe and tried to pick it up, but with only his remaining rationality, he did not act. He didn't know what the Emperor would do when he picked up the battle axe.

"You once complained to me, saying that I prevented you from making a glorious sacrifice. You wanted to die with your companions. At that time, I thought you at least had some aspirations. But now? You don't even dare to die. You disappoint me very much." The Emperor said coldly.

"Tyrant, wizard who plays with psychic powers! You used the so-called father-son relationship to shackle me and let me conquer the world for you. You indulged me not out of your kindness, but because you needed my brutality to intimidate those who tried to resist you. Some people ask me why I rebelled. I fought for freedom. I broke the shackles you put on me. Now I am a free man."

Angron spoke angrily, but his words were filled with helplessness and cowardice.

"Touch the butcher's nail on your head and think about it, are you really free? I am your father, at least before, I have always really regarded you as my child. Think about the master you serve now, what does he regard you as?" said the emperor.

Chapter 410 The Emperor's Last Mercy

Angron touched his head and felt the nails that caused him pain. However, at this moment, in this space, Angron could not feel the existence of the Butcher's Nails. Considering that the Emperor was here, Angron understood that it was the Emperor who relieved his pain, at least temporarily.

"You could have freed me from my suffering," Angron roared. "This nail destroyed me, made me cruel and bloodthirsty! You could have done it!"

"It's only temporary. This is an illusion, offering temporary peace of mind, but illusions are illusions after all. Once we escape, we will all face this dark galaxy. We will fight for survival, even to the point of violence." The Emperor continued calmly. This time, there was no anger, no confusion, only a calm as cold as water.

"Then thank you." Angron said after calming down.

"No need to thank me. Just consider it as my last mercy to you as a father. I hope you won't blame me for not being capable enough." The Emperor frightened Angron as soon as he spoke.

What is the final mercy? The final mercy means that if the two sides meet again in the future, they will be enemies! The kind that will fight to the death!

Angron then began to consider a very simple, yet very practical question: could he defeat the Emperor, his brothers, his retainers, or any other powerful being? The answer was no. As for Khorne? Angron was unsure if Khorne could be trusted. What would he do if Khorne could not hold his own?

Then Angron suddenly realized a problem: he was afraid of death. He was far from being as tenacious and fearless as he had imagined. Perhaps Angron was once a fearless fighter. When he led his hardworking teammates to fight against the slave owners, when he fought to the death, he firmly believed that he was not afraid of death at that time.

But later, when the Emperor found him and gave him a Legion, when he possessed immense power and authority, able to arbitrarily dispose of entire planets and their inhabitants, he unknowingly became addicted. He truly relished the thrill of controlling the lives of others, the thrill of slaughtering them. Not just his enemies, but often his own descendants as well. At that moment, he hated the Emperor for taking him away, but he also relished this life.

However, after experiencing more wars and more slaughter, Angron now fears death. If you truly weren't afraid of death, as the Traveler said, you would have taken a Leap of Faith when you saw the Emperor! When Perturabo brought Angron before the Emperor last time, you didn't give in.

At this moment, Angron remembered the time before he was smitten with the Butcher's Nails. He had truly been a good man back then, and he missed that time so much. He knew he had been destroyed by the Butcher's Nails, and he also knew the Emperor had actually avenged him. But...

"Khorne is nothing, but I have no choice! I have often heard people talk about fate, and fate cannot be resisted. I can only accept it!" A trace of shame appeared on Angron's face.

"I give you a choice, you can choose to accept it or reject it." The Emperor spoke, and a purple object, or power, emitting an obscene aura appeared in His hand.

"Is this something of Slaanesh?" Angron was stunned.

"Yes, the spoils of war taken from the Traveler's battle with Slaanesh on Isstvan 3, fragments of Slaanesh's power," said the Emperor, his lips twisting.

"What are you doing with this?" Angron took two steps back. What was harmless to the Emperor might be poison to him! After all, everyone was a different species.

"This is the origin of Slaanesh. The Traveler and I have processed it. It can transform the pain caused by the Butcher's Nails into ease and joy. It won't be as excessive as Slaanesh, but will only alleviate your pain."

"Of course, in theory, Khorne can use his divine power to erase the power of Slaanesh, but I am not sure how he would do it specifically and what the results would be. In addition, you yourself may also be contaminated by this original power. But since you are already like this, I will leave it to you to choose. This is the only way I can think of to alleviate your pain." said the Emperor.

"I never thought you'd do such a thing! What are you doing? Using me as a test subject?" Angron was surprised. He hadn't expected his father to be so crazy! That's right, crazy. Using the power of one evil god to counteract another, wielding supreme power like a cocktail!

"What a certain guy did has aroused my interest. Many things are actually not waste, it just depends on how they are used." The emperor said after thinking for a moment.

"So, Angron, your new master doesn't seem to be able to relieve your pain. In his eyes, your pain is a tool to stimulate you to kill for him. So what is your choice?" As soon as the Emperor finished speaking, the entire space suddenly shook slightly, and a fierce and tyrannical aura came from a distance, but soon, this guy seemed to be blocked by something!

From a corner of the ripped space, Angron watched the distant battle between the blood-red tide and the blue ocean. Ultimately, Khorne and the Traveler clashed in a higher dimension. Khorne considered it unbearable for the Emperor to pull someone in his presence. The Traveler, on the other hand, thought, "Fight me, fight me. You're the only one here. If I can't defeat you, how can I hold you back?" And honestly, fighting Khorne was a real learning experience.

Neither side would fight to the hilt on this secondary battlefield; after all, the time had not yet come; it was merely a gesture from Khorne. Naturally, it wouldn't be difficult for the Traveler to cope.

"Hurry up and make your choice! I have to hurry!" The Emperor's face showed a hint of impatience. "Angron, show me your former courage. It's for your own good! What are you afraid of? Of Khorne? Under His tyranny, you would rather be a dog than try to alleviate your suffering?"

"I am afraid, father." At this moment, Angron cried, half-kneeling before the Emperor. He finally recognized his own nature. The brave and resolute gladiator who took care of his adoptive father and brother even in the most difficult times had long been dead. He had been killed when he was struck with the Butcher's Nails. Now, this World Eater Primarch was nothing but the resentment and hatred born from the corpse of that morally noble man.

"I can't go back to the past..." Angron knew very well that once he left this dimension, he would become the Chosen One of Khorne again. But he didn't want to go back.

"Think of your past, my child, of your strength, your courage, and your kindness," said the Emperor.

Listening to the Emperor's words, Angron recalled his past self and the self he had hoped to become. His abilities were indeed limited, his luck was truly terrible. But at that time, he could at least be a good person. His forgotten memories and the good intentions that had died were reborn. But this good intention was not tolerated by the evil gods outside.

"I offer you a trade, Emperor." Angron raised his head, tearing at his soul violently, and pulled out a fragment. "Help me preserve this last bit of goodness, and the memory of my former self."

"I will use him in exchange for yours." Angron pointed to the ball of Slaanesh's power in the Emperor's hand.

"Do you know the possible consequences of doing this? Khorne may completely destroy your soul, leaving you with only the desire to kill, just like what Khorne did to Skarbrand." said the Emperor.

"That's a form of resistance, isn't it?" Angron grinned. "I still firmly believe you're a tyrant, a sorcerer who plays with sorcery and souls. But you've given me a chance to rebel. I've lost everything: my brothers, my freedom, even my soul."

"You are right, I lacked courage, I was cowardly and cruel. But I want to thank you, no, I will not thank you, we were only making a deal. A deal that would make me sick to Khorne." Angron threw the fragment of his newly born soul over, and then snatched the fragment of Slaanesh's power from the Emperor's hand.

“Father, don’t hold back next time we meet,” Angron roared.

"If there's a chance, I will redeem you..." Crystal tears shone on the Emperor's face. As he spoke these words, the entire space shattered.

Then, watching Khorne and the Traveler clash in the distance, the Emperor waved his hand, a longsword blazing with golden flames appearing in his hand. He strode towards the battlefield. After a brief struggle, Khorne chose a strategic retreat.

Meanwhile, in space, Angron was still in a coma. The World Eaters chose to retreat after retrieving their Primarch. In the process, the Imperial Fleet inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy, so that now the Imperial Fleet could calmly launch an attack on the ground and, after proper preparation, blow up the planet.

Realizing the battle was irreversible, the remaining World Eaters warships began navigating the Warp, choosing to retreat from the battlefield. Seizing this opportunity, Torgaddon once again led his men aboard the Blood God battleship, preparing to seize the prize and name it the Victory.

"We won the battle." Finally, after several days of fighting, when Bert Star turned into an asteroid belt, the Black Knight finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"We are lucky. In the following days, the Chaos reinforcements we have been worried about did not arrive." Pollax also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Perhaps, the rebels' strength was insufficient. The Luna Wolves are still relatively intact, but he is very cautious. The Death Guard and Thousand Sons have already been severely damaged. The main force of the Word Bearers Legion may have already set off. In addition, the World Eaters have just been defeated, so the rebels' strength is very limited." Loken said.

"Well, now there is a question before us, where do we go next?" asked Torgatton.

"My suggestion is to go to Ultramar. There will be a big battle there," said Loken.

"It's a good choice. The Word Bearers are huge and are one of the few rebel legions that still have the ability to independently launch large-scale campaigns. As the leader of the traitors, the Word Bearers must be destroyed. If it weren't for Lorgar's betrayal, humanity would not have suffered such heavy losses." said the Black Knight.

"That's it. But before that, our fleet needs to rest." said Pollux.

However, just as the Loyalists completely destroyed the World Eaters' recruitment planet, Angron finally awoke. His memories of his time with the Emperor in the mental realm had become hazy. But he remembered that he and the Emperor had made a bargain. And now, Angron suddenly felt that the pain from the Butcher's Nail on his head seemed less severe.

"What did I exchange?" Angron frowned. He tried to remember more, but ultimately failed.

"But I'm feeling better now." After the pain was greatly reduced, Angron felt a comfort he had not felt in hundreds of years, and this comfort made him feel lazy.

"Perhaps this is not a bad thing." Angron looked at the battle axe beside him. The brutality that had been driven by pain in the past had now faded a lot. This sense of comfort made Angron feel very satisfied.

However, his satisfaction made Khorne very dissatisfied. The relaxed attitude that Angron exuded made Khorne feel disgusted and uncomfortable!

"Stand up! You coward! Take up your battle axe! Go get the skull and spread my name!" Khorne's voice appeared in Angron's mind. At the same time, countless bloody and violent auras tried to influence Angron. At this time, the Butcher's Nail in his head was slowly digging into his skull.

Yet, for Angron, who had received the fragments of Slaanesh's power, all this was like a lullaby to a baby, lulling him to sleep. The pain that had once been unbearable was now nothing more than a gentle breeze. Angron could even retort to someone in his mind, "Why should I work for you?"

"Coward! Corrupted!" Furious, Khorne momentarily wished to completely destroy Angron. Not only was he negligent, but he also sensed the aura of the Six-Ringed Silver Palace within him. And the power of Slaanesh perfectly counteracted the pain inflicted by the Butcher's Nails!

"If you're brave enough, then do it," Angron said nonchalantly. Honestly, Angron wasn't inherently brutal at first; his transformation was largely due to the Butcher's Nails. When the pain was significantly reduced, Angron's first choice was to lie down, a truly eye-opening experience for Khorne! But Khorne couldn't truly destroy Angron completely; he could only slowly wear away Slaanesh's power.

The traveler's explanation for this is that a rope is stretched too tight, and once it is loosened, it is difficult to tighten it again.

Therefore, Angron's lying down caught Khorne and Lorgar off guard. However, no matter what, things could not be delayed any longer. If they were delayed any further, it would be even more disadvantageous to Chaos!

Chapter 411: Isn’t it uncomfortable to lie down?

"This... Angron, if you were a belligerent warhound before, now you are like a mangy dog! You exude an aura of laziness all over your body, which is not what a Primarch who is about to go to the battlefield should have." When Fulgrim saw Angron, a deep feeling of disgust surged from Fulgrim's heart.

Fulgrim felt the breath of Slaanesh on Angron. Fulgrim's current situation was a bit strange. Although he was still the chosen one of Slaanesh and had not escaped from Slaanesh, as Slaanesh continued to weaken, its control over Fulgrim had decreased a lot. Fulgrim also had some contempt for Slaanesh. After all, Slaanesh was so corrupt and weak...

"Why should we fight?" Angron drooped his eyelids and looked at his perfectionist brother. "Isn't this wonderful?"

"We are the gods' warriors. We proclaim their names among the mortals, and the gods..." Lorgar was stunned by Angron's state. He couldn't understand why he had become like this in just a short time. It was said that a squadron of the Imperial Fist had attacked and lost a recruiting planet. Lorgar wondered if the loss of the recruiting planet had driven Angron into autism.

"The gods will give us nothing. Lorgar, you want to be the Pope, but you've forgotten one thing: those popes are so powerful because the gods they believe in don't exist. As long as they can deceive the people below, whatever they say goes."

"But the situation is different now. The gods exist and can influence the real world. Even the so-called Pope is unnecessary. You are just a tool, Lorgar, a tool that can be replaced. You don't understand the gods' thoughts at all because you are not a god!"

"The gods have their own great demons, including our father and the Traveler. They all have their own direct descendants, not to mention the Chaos Gods. Is a self-proclaimed bishop like you really necessary? Wake up, Lorgar," Angron laughed heartily, his words filled with sarcasm. You know what? Once Angron loses his anger and tyranny, his intelligence is truly remarkable.

Faced with Angron's actions at this time, Khorne was also speechless. Although his power was anger and killing, Angron had been contaminated by the power of Slaanesh and also had the power of the Emperor. He wanted to completely dissipate the pollution of the other two gods without destroying the Primarch, which was also a very troublesome thing for Khorne.

Just as the Emperor could not guarantee that Angron would survive if the Butcher's Nail was removed, Khorne also had to face the question of whether forcibly removing the divine taint with the power of the Emperor and Slaanesh would lead to Angron's death. Angron understood this, so this time, he used his own life to resist Khorne.

Of course, if Angron could be allowed to become a killing machine for a short period of time, that was fine. After all, there were those among Slaanesh who pursued excellence. There were those who worked with enthusiasm. But it was clear that now was not the time for Khorne to drug Angron.

"Angron, I have discovered the truth. I have discovered the essence of how this world works." Lorgar's face was a little embarrassed. He roared loudly. "Faith in the gods, we will gain power, authority, and the entire galaxy!"

"Dream on," Angron spat.

"You are insulting the gods! The gods will not forgive you!" Erebus on the side finally couldn't bear it anymore. However, before he finished speaking, Angron suddenly stood up, rushed over like a whirlwind, and then punched Erebus sideways, and then embedded him in the wall!

"You..." Lorgar suddenly gripped the warhammer.

"You hate him too, don't you?" Angron looked from Lorgar to the immobilized Erebus. "There can only be one voice in the Word Bearers Legion, and that is yours. At least in my Legion, no one speaks without my permission. Keep a close eye on your brood, Lorgar."

"Angron, you still don't understand your situation," Lorgar said. "You've made your choice. You hate the Emperor. You've long wanted to rebel. Even without me, you would still have rebelled. You chose this path on your own. And now, you must continue! And you're not in good shape. You will die." Lorgar's face pressed against Angron's, his eyes filled with gloom.

"Angron, my brother, I want you to live, do you understand?" Lorgar approached Angron again, and the blood-red light in his eyes made Angron subconsciously turn his face away.

"Angron!" With Lorgar's roar, the influence of Khorne reappeared, and he became manic and restless, and had a strong bloodthirsty impulse. Perhaps Angron still wanted to counteract the influence of Khorne, but he failed.

"Very good, Angron. You did well, that's all." Lorgar breathed a sigh of relief. Khorne's tyranny was still effective. Angron surrendered, and he became that useful tool again.

What Lorgar didn't notice was that Fugen's eyes were full of disgust and thought.

"We are about to launch an expedition to Ultramar. The Blood God will be with us. We will offer our skulls and blood to the Blood God. And we will deal a fatal blow to Guilliman at the right place." Lorgar began to describe his plan.

According to the plan, the three legions would deploy several squadrons to launch attacks from multiple directions across Ultramar. Their mission was simple: attack planets along the way and perform sacrificial rituals on them. All of this was simply to consume and distract Guilliman's forces and attention, completing the ritual known as the Road of Blood.

This ritual not only strengthened Khorne's power in the real universe, but also paved the way for the rebels to dominate the Ultramar sector. Lorgar's skills were not bad. In the previous series of battles, Lorgar discovered a serious problem: the Imperial Legion's mobility was superior to that of the rebels. As a result, those who should be captured could not be captured, and those who wanted to escape were not necessarily able to escape.