Chapter 518: Kolar Ga

The miniature sun collided with Angron's chest, its brilliant stellar fire blazing fiercely and piercing through the primarch's skin, tearing open his flesh.

Most of Angron's body was consumed and shredded by the miniature sun's light and heat, half of him reduced to an orange-yellow field ravaged by flame.

But Angron did not die.

Even after directly touching the miniature sun—a tiny star—Angron still did not die.

His blood and flesh surged endlessly, healing the wounds carved by stellar fire, while around him emerged the wars of the entire universe, constantly erupting.

Storms of crimson rain, blades, smoke, hatred, and calamity howled through the air.

Each war nourished Angron through the Blood God's blessing, battling against the fate of death.

Angron let out a furious roar; blood seeped from the crimson-scarred earth, and the half of him caught in the cycle of burning and regeneration turned his gaze toward Khaen.

The unceasing tide of killing intent made Khaen shudder.

But Khaen understood: most of the Blood God's blessing granted to Angron was now healing him.

That meant, before Angron fully recovered from the wounds inflicted by the miniature sun, he was effectively in a state with almost no Blood God blessing—Khaen would only have to face Angron's own strength.

This was significant, because the ground beneath Khaen's feet was an extension of the Blood God's domain, where the Blood God could grant Angron blessings nearly without limit.

Facing an Angron saturated with the Blood God's blessings, even a true primarch would have a high chance of defeat—how much less Khaen?

"Now it's my strength against my own strength. That's fair," Khaen grinned, crushing the high-efficiency pill between his lips, while the portable pyramid on his head flared with light, unlocking his potential.

The Acceleration Gear and the Super Deluxe Pill (Trial Version) were still active as well.

These items, of course, were also part of Khaen's own strength.

Didn't the Acceleration Gear accelerate him?

Hadn't the pill already been swallowed and digested?

Didn't the portable pyramid awaken his own potential?

As these thoughts surfaced in Khaen's mind, he paused in surprise—he realized he was gradually aligning with the bizarre, boundless logic of Saint Doraemon.

Was this, too, a form of corruption?

Angron's figure surged forward as a crimson torrent, striking Khaen's face.

Blood Father rose high, slicing through the air, aimed directly at Khaen's skull.

Khaen swung Blood Son, squeezing every ounce of power from every muscle.

Blood Son and Blood Father crashed together; Khaen's flesh convulsed and twisted, yet he forcibly repelled Angron's axe blade.

A flicker of bewilderment crossed Angron's grotesque, furious face—few could match him in pure strength, not even among primarchs.

Khaen had just outmatched him in a brief struggle—Angron was stunned.

Then, ash and smoke, devouring a hundred cities, erupted from Angron's body; the giant swelled further, and Khaen felt he faced not merely a titan but a searing, corrupted star. Blood Son and Blood Father clashed again.

The Lord of Red Sand swung Blood Father and Spinebreaker with the most brutal force imaginable, the chainsaw shrieking shrilly—but beneath the brutality, Khaen sensed an instinctive, exquisite martial art hidden within.

Hundreds of clashes occurred in an instant; though Khaen matched Angron in strength, his reaction and technique remained vastly inferior.

He flared his transformed Lao Mu wings and retreated swiftly into the air; Angron instantly soared after him.

Though Khaen now had wings, he was no Saint Guilliman—his aerial maneuvers were clumsy.

Fortunately, Angron was much the same—his massive frame was ill-suited for flight.

Khaen seized the brief moment before Angron caught up, hurling Blood Son with all his force toward Angron.

Blood Son roared like a meteor, crashing toward Angron.

Such a trick could not stop Angron—Blood Son was instantly blocked by Blood Father.

Khaen had won the gamble: he had bet Angron would use his most familiar weapon to block, not Spinebreaker.

Blood Son and Blood Father were a matched pair; Khaen knew Blood Son's design, and thus understood Blood Father's—enabling him to execute precise maneuvers.

He tugged slightly on the chain connecting Blood Son; it spun once, wrapping the chain around Blood Father's haft.

Khaen seized the chance, pulling himself toward Angron with the chain and kicking hard at his face.

But Spinebreaker rose instantly, blocking the kick.

Yet Khaen barely registered his failure—his gaze had been suddenly drawn elsewhere.

He—he saw a wound, on Angron's neck, shallow and moist, as if newly made.

That wound seemed to exert a gravitational pull, locking Khaen's eyes in place.

Khaen was certain: it was not his wound, nor the miniature sun's.

That was—

A name suddenly surfaced in Khaen's mind.

Kolar Ga, the Loyalist World Eater, who had rebelled against Angron on Istvaan III.

That wound was Kolar Ga's doing—unhealed for ten thousand years.

The moment this thought arose, Khaen was startled—he did not understand how he knew these things.

But Angron gave him no time to think; Blood Father violently snapped the chain binding Blood Son.

In an instant, Blood Father carved a lethal arc toward Khaen's body.

Yet at this perilous moment, Khaen's body moved with impossible agility and grace, dodging the incoming axe with sudden acceleration.

Beside Khaen's head, Lao Mu's head emerged, wearing a bamboo dragonfly.

The bamboo dragonfly granted Khaen the agility to dodge Angron's axe midair, whirling instantly to Angron's side.

But his eyes remained fixed on Angron's neck wound—it seemed to whisper: Cut here.

Khaen made his decision instantly, swinging Blood Son toward that wound on Angron's neck.

But at that moment, Angron's orange-yellow eyes revealed a feral cunning and cruelty.

He had anticipated Khaen's strike on the wound; Blood Father and Spinebreaker crossed, sealing off Khaen's attack path, trapping him between the blades.

Khaen barely twisted aside—the blade still plunged deep into his flesh.

Foul blood gushed forth.

(End of Chapter)