Chapter 464: He is actually a talent

"Lord Angron, you are back." The Mistress's voice was full of vitality and joy.

Steam hissed, the power furnace roared and trembled, and the mutated crew cheered excitedly, as if the entire Conqueror was excited with her.

Because the master of the Conqueror, or rather the entire World Eaters Legion, had returned.

Scorching fire vented openly on reality, burning out a scorching hole.

The four excellent subordinates serving Kossolax roared in terror.

They all heard it with Kossolax, that hot, thick breathing sound like a volcanic eruption.

The smell of sulfur rippled in the air, and the fear of ten thousand years ago rose in the bottom of their hearts.

"No!" Kossolax roared in terror: "No! No! No!"

Why? Why would he return!? Why would he be here?! Why now?

That woman could actually summon Angron?!

Violence, fire, anger, slaughter, blood, sulfur, roaring, war, burning, burning, and burning stepped from the Warp into reality.

The veil creaked, the material universe wailed in pain, and one foot of that savage and terrifying giant beast had stepped into reality, its pitch-black wings spread, and sulfur fire swept across the entire bridge.

Kossolax let out a wail.

He felt that the ambition he had spent ten thousand years to realize was being burned to ashes in this sulfur fire. Everything was about to end.

The nails on Kossolax's head buzzed, roaring and howling, awakening the anger in his brain marrow.

Everything was in chaos, everything was gone.

He turned around in anger, facing his father, and raised his bolter toward the face of that scarlet giant beast that was overflowing with the brilliance of anger.

"Angron!!" Kossolax roared, under the stimulation of the Butcher's Nails.

Angron smiled, not knowing whether he was praising Kossolax or mocking Kossolax.

But that beast just smiled.

Even in the era ten thousand years ago when he still maintained a human form, Kossolax had never seen him smile.

Was this a smile for Kossolax? Or for the Mistress behind him?

Kossolax pulled the trigger of the bolter, and the explosion roared from the gun.

The fire exploded on the face of the monster that was once his father. The fire roared, swallowing his face.

But the giant beast was unscathed.

How could a bolter hurt him?

He was the Lord of the Red Sands, a Primarch, the son of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, the most powerful Daemon Prince of the Blood God, and... and the embodiment of war, anger, and slaughter.

The Butcher's Nails on Kossolax's head buzzed and roared, hissing like a poisonous snake, urging him to launch a desperate charge, venting his anger toward this scarlet beast.

He war-cried and threw his chainaxe at the scarlet beast.

The axe hit the beast's brass chest plate, was bounced away fiercely, and fell beside the bridge gate.

Then, Kossolax let out a roar, let out a sharp howl, and then launched a charge.

The Butcher's Nails, the Butcher's Nails were roaring, the brain marrow was trembling——————

That scarlet giant beast also let out a roar, tearing at reality with all its might, trying to enter the material universe, seemingly anxious to kill his son.

Then, then...

Then Kossolax bypassed Angron, who had not yet fully entered reality, aimed at the open bridge gate, picked up the axe on the ground, and ran away in a flash, disappearing without a trace.

"..."

There was a deathly silence on the bridge.

Kossolax's four subordinates huddled in the corner, looking at this scene blankly and confusedly.

Angron also couldn't help but stretch out his scarlet claws and scratch the Butcher's Nails on the top of his head.

The Mistress sitting on the command throne also fell silent.

Angron's appearance would undoubtedly awaken the anger in the World Eaters, would awaken the Butcher's Nails on their heads.

And Kossolax, actually carrying the Butcher's Nails running at full power, ran away without hesitation...

The Mistress was actually a bit dazed, feeling that her contempt for Kossolax just now was wrong.

Being able to carry the influence of the Butcher's Nails and Angron, running away without hesitation, and even picking up his axe before running out the door...

This... this is simply a rare talent!!!

The Mistress was in a trance, but she didn't pour more energy into Kossolax.

She looked at the scarlet giant beast that had already stepped into reality, the true Lord of the World Eaters Legion, the true master of the Conqueror.

"My lord, I have been waiting."

The woman said softly, her body tugging slightly at the cables beneath her.

The giant beast's soul was responding to her. The woman could feel that even though he was covered in iron chains, he was still responding to her.

He was here to protect her.

Was it because of her loyalty? Or because of the friendship that might exist between them?

The woman's thoughts were chaotic, and many things could not be remembered clearly, but she still instinctively asked:

"My lord, you are back... what about Kharn?"

"What are we going to do? Go find Kharn? Have another war? Or go in pursuit of the freedom your soul craves?"

The giant beast's response was only a roar. He roared and stepped another foot into reality——————

But he failed. A force stopped him, blocked him,

That force did not come from the resistance of reality itself, but from within the Warp.

"No."

A low roar came from behind the giant beast, from that Warp domain floating with blood mist.

"This is not the war I left for you."

"Come back!!!!"

The giant beast let out an angry roar. A chain was put on the beast's neck. He struggled, he resisted, he was helpless.

He was dragged toward that deep, blood-mist-filled, arena-filled brass domain.

Just like a gladiator trying to escape being dragged back into a cage.

"No!! You bastard! You demon! You... you slave owner!!!"

The Mistress screamed, pulling at the steel cables beneath her, pulling at the body that had already fused with the command throne, trying to touch the Lord of the World Eaters.

"What right do you have!? You have already enslaved his soul, why do you still restrain his body?!"

The Mistress's body leaned forward to the maximum extent, and blood flowed continuously from the body connected to the command throne.

But she was still so far away from that scarlet giant beast.

"Let go of his chains! You scarlet hound!"

"Aren't you the Blood God? Aren't you the God of War? Why lock him in your cage?! Let him out! Let him vent his anger! You bastard!"

The Mistress laughed crazily. She seemed to perceive something:

"I know, you are afraid. You are afraid of losing Angron. You only have this one blade left!"

"Then you are worthy to be called the God of War? Coward! Coward! Coward!!!"

The Warp rift disappeared from the Conqueror. Angron was dragged back into the Huang Tong Citadel. Darkness shrouded the bridge again.

Kossolax's four subordinates were still terrified and dared not speak. Only the Mistress was left roaring, cursing, wailing, and cursing alone.

But what was the point of this?

She was cursing a god, an invincible Blood God.

Her curses would have no effect, and her resistance was so frail.

Just like a slave who had never defeated his slave owner.

Kossolax tried his best to suppress the anger in his mind, maintaining the most basic sanity as much as possible.

Maintaining sanity in anger was his only advantage.

Why did it become like this?

Kossolax questioned himself angrily, why did glory stand before him but refuse to bow down to him?

Why was there no share of glory for him? Why did the brilliance slip through his fingers?

Too many people had warned him, don't be ambitious, don't be reckless, be content with the status quo.

He had no outstanding talent, no peerless martial arts, no tenacious mind, no Primarch's trust, no loyalty to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, no protection from the gods.

He had nothing; he was just an ordinary Astartes who was destined not to leave a name in this galaxy.

He didn't even deserve the honor of an ordinary Astartes. The glory of the War Hounds had long been forgotten, and blood had long since drowned them, turning them into World Eaters.

Be subservient, Solax, bend your spine, Solax. Apart from that, you are useless.

You, stupid, shouldn't resist; you, fragile, shouldn't resist. Just be a slave.

Submit to power, be obscure, be frail, be a nobody—this is your destiny.

Or just dying is not bad, dying in Angron's hands...

No, no, no.

He absolutely would not die without gaining glory.

He could not be a guest in this world; he wanted to be the master of this world. He wanted to be a true World Eater.

But short-lived passion could not make up for the humbleness of reality.

The entire Conqueror was trembling, the entire Conqueror was roaring.

Rivets were scurrying, steam was spewing, the crew was crazy and bloodthirsty, everything was roaring and howling.

Kossolax appeared incomparably fragile in it.

But at this moment, a gloomy, cold, but inexplicably reassuring prayer sounded in the darkness.

A woman's cursing and roaring came from the cabin, but it was quickly restrained.

A savage and terrifying multi-limbed scarlet giant beast crawled out from the darkness, wriggling and filling the entire corridor.

A bald man with a head full of runes walked toward Kossolax while chanting.

With his chanting, the entire Conqueror seemed to be tamed, like a wild dog put on a shackle.

"Who are you?" Kossolax asked, panting.

The bald man revealed a gentle, approachable smile.

"My friend, I came here following the guidance of the Blood God."

"This ship must be the help promised to me by the Blood God."

"As for me? I... I am a kind, amiable good person."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 465 =====