Chapter 519: Khorga

The mini-sun collided with Angron's chest; the blazing star-fire roared, piercing the Primarch's skin in a blink and tearing through his flesh.

Most of Angron's body was swallowed and torn apart by the light and heat of the mini-sun; half his body became a wildland ravaged by orange-yellow flames.

But Angron did not die.

Even after touching the mini-sun, touching a tiny star, Angron still did not perish.

Surging flesh constantly healed the wounds burned by the star-fire; around him appeared the endless wars erupting throughout the universe.

Crimson, blood-rain, blades, smoke, hatred, and the storm of calamity howled.

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

Angron let out a roar of rage; blood seeped from the red-sand-covered land. Angron, whose half-body cycled endlessly between burning and recovery, looked at Kahn.

That torrential killing intent made Kahn shudder all over.

But Kahn understood that most of the blessings the Blood God gave Angron at this moment were healing Angron.

In other words, before Angron fully recovered and healed the wounds caused by the mini-sun, Angron was essentially in a state with almost no Blood God blessings; what Kahn faced was only Angron's own power.

This was significant, because the land beneath Kahn's feet was part of the Blood God's domain extending into reality; the Blood God could grant blessings to Angron almost without limit.

Facing Angron, who carried a vast amount of Blood God blessings, even a true Primarch would have a high probability of defeat; let alone Kahn?

"Now it is my power against my power; this is very fair." Kahn grinned, crushing the high-efficiency pill between his lips; the portable Jin Zita on his head also burst forth with light, unleashing Kahn's potential.

At the same time, the Acceleration Spring and the Powerful Super Deluxe Lock (Trial Version) were still functioning.

These items were, of course, also part of Kahn's own power.

Did the Acceleration Spring not accelerate himself?

Hadn't the pill already been eaten into his stomach and digested?

Did the portable Jin Zita not unleash his own potential?

When these thoughts popped into Kahn's mind, he himself was stunned; he felt he was gradually catching up to Saint Doraemon's strange and boundless logic.

Could this also be a form of corruption?

Angron's figure turned into a crimson hot stream and surged to Kahn's front.

The Blood Father was raised high, breaking through the air, heading straight for Kahn's head.

Kahn wielded the Blood Son in his hand; every muscle squeezed out all its strength.

The Blood Son and Blood Father collided violently; Kahn's flesh twitched and twisted, yet he still forcibly knocked Angron's axe-blade away.

A moment of confusion swept across Angron's ferocious, angry face; almost no one could match him in pure strength, not even among the Primarchs.

That Kahn actually surpassed him in a brief contest of strength left Angron somewhat stunned.

Then, a wisp of ash and smoke that had devoured a hundred cities surged from Angron's body; the giant's form suddenly swelled another segment. Kahn almost felt that standing before him was a Titan, a scorching corrupted star. Thus, the Blood Son and Blood Axe collided again.

The Lord of Red Sand wielded the Blood Axe and Spinebreaker in the crudest way Kahn could imagine; the chainsaw emitted a sharp scream, yet beyond the crudeness, Kahn could also sense the instinctive, exquisite martial arts hidden behind the brutal assault.

Hundreds of collisions were completed in a blink; although Kahn could match Angron in strength, he still lagged far behind in reaction, technique, and other aspects.

He vibrated the broken wings formed by Leman Russ, rapidly retreating toward the sky; Angron immediately leaped up to pursue and kill.

Although Kahn had wings, he was ultimately not Sanguinius, lacking such agile movement; flying in the air appeared clumsy.

Fortunately, Angron was much the same; his body was clumsy and heavy, and flying was not his forte.

Kahn seized the brief opportunity before Angron caught up to him and hurled the Blood Son in his hand straight at Angron.

The Blood Son roared, turning into a meteor smashing toward Angron.

Such a small trick certainly could not stop Angron; the Blood Son was blocked by the Blood Father almost instantly.

Kahn had won his gamble; Kahn gambled that Angron would wield his most familiar weapon to block, rather than using Spinebreaker.

Kahn's Blood Son and Blood Father were a matched set of weapons; he knew the Blood Son's specifications, and thus also knew the Blood Father's specifications, allowing him to perform very exquisite moves.

He tugged the chain connecting the Blood Son slightly; the Blood Son immediately spun for an instant, wrapping the chain around the Blood Father's handle.

Seizing the chance, Kahn exerted force with his arm, using the chain to pull himself toward Angron, and kicked straight at Angron's face.

But Spinebreaker was raised almost instantly, blocking Kahn's kick.

Yet Kahn barely noticed his failure; his gaze was suddenly drawn elsewhere.

He... he saw a wound on Angron's neck, a shallow, wet wound, as if newly inflicted.

That wound seemed to possess gravity, tightly sucking Kahn's eyes.

Kahn was utterly certain it was not a wound he had left, nor one left by the mini-sun.

That was... that was...

A name suddenly popped into Kahn's mind.

Khorga, the loyalist World Eater who rebelled against Angron on Istvaan III.

That wound was left on Angron by Khorga; it had not healed in ten thousand years.

The instant this thought arose, Kahn felt surprise; he did not understand why he knew these things.

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

In a blink, the Blood Father traced a deadly arc, chopping toward Kahn's body.

Yet in this perilous moment, Kahn's body displayed flexibility and elegance beyond imagination, dodging the incoming Blood Father with extreme acceleration in an instant.

Beside Kahn's head, Leman Russ's head poked out, wearing a bamboo dragonfly on his head.

The flexibility granted to Kahn by the bamboo dragonfly allowed him to dodge Angron's axe in mid-air, circling around to Angron's side in a blink.

But his eyes were still drawn to the wound on Angron's neck; that wound seemed to tell Kahn, "Cut here."

Kahn made a decision almost instantly, wielding the Blood Son to slash at that wound on Angron's neck.

But at that very moment, Angron's orange-yellow eyes revealed a wild cunning and brutality.

He seemed to have guessed Kahn would attack that wound; the Blood Father and Spinebreaker crossed, perfectly blocking Kahn's attack route, trapping Kahn between the axes.

Kahn hastily dodged, but the axes still chopped deeply into Kahn's flesh.

Foul-smelling fresh blood gushed forth.

(End of chapter)