Chapter Five Hundred and Seven: One Wraith Is Enough
The unspeakably loyal Erebus was executing his own plan, preparing to backstab Lorgar and the Emperor.
The Emperor, who was on the front line of the expedition, also came to a new human planet.
As the distance got closer, he could already clearly feel that there was a Primarch on this planet.
He found his target by randomly sensing with his spiritual energy.
But soon, he realized that the other party's condition was not right, and he frowned.
Even though it was just a brief observation, he had already discovered that something was wrong with the other party's condition.
Amidst some doubts, he took a small group of forbidden troops and teleported directly there through psychic energy...
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【Nuklia】
This is a planet with a very good technological level.
At the very least, it can be considered an above-average level among many human planets.
Logically speaking, the living standards of the residents here should be very good.
But the upper-class rulers here are very perverse and violent in character.
Their favorite form of entertainment is watching gladiators fight each other or monsters.
The pain and struggle of each gladiator is their best drama.
[Angron Tark], this name was given to Angron by the upper class after he was forced to kill others when he was young.
The former word means "Son of the Mountain", and the latter word means that he is the property of the Tarke family.
He doesn't know his specific identity.
Ever since he climbed out of the metal object that contained him and gained real consciousness, the first thing he encountered was a battle with a group of alien races in the deep snow-covered mountains.
Those are a group of guys with long ears.
They are very skilled and difficult to deal with.
As for the reason why the other party attacked him, Angron didn't know.
All he knew was that his first battle was extremely difficult, and he almost died at the hands of those alien races.
And the bad luck did not let him go. He was seriously injured and dying, but unfortunately he was picked up in the arena and became a gladiator.
This was the beginning of his unfortunate life.
Thinking of this, Angron's eyes turned slightly red.
That was not due to sadness, but more from physical pain.
Back then, since he passively became a gladiator, he won every bloody duel.
He is called "The Undefeated".
During that time, an old gladiator named Onomouth was taking care of him.
The other person taught him many things, and he regarded the other person as his adoptive father.
For him at that time, it was like a bonfire in the cold night, making him feel warmth for the first time in his life...
But after he won another duel.
For the sake of fun, the upper-class dignitaries forcibly arranged a life-and-death duel between Angron and Ornomouth in a malicious mockery.
For this kind of thing, Angron was naturally extremely angry and refused on the spot!
The offended upper-class dignitaries, in order to punish Angron for his refusal, forcibly performed a neurological surgery called "Butcher's Nail" on him.
This brutal psychic implant surgery will penetrate the victim's skull and cut off a large amount of their brain tissue.
Then, a large number of special cable-shaped spikes similar to ropes were implanted in their brains, spines, and central nervous systems.
Those deformed and cruel objects, like the ghost's hair, will replace part of the victim's brain, stabbing the victim's nerves continuously, making them immersed in anger and crazy emotions!
Moreover, as long as other emotions arise in the victim's brain, the sting will continue to intensify.
That feeling.
It's like there are countless barbs carrying high temperature and electric current, moving freely through the nerves!
It’s the ultimate pain!
Even if you don't stimulate [Butcher's Nail], as time goes by.
Those [Butcher's Nails] that penetrate deeper and deeper into the body will infinitely amplify the stinging sensation, and then kill the victim bit by bit...
And after being forcibly performed the [Butcher’s Nail] surgery.
Angron, who was in a state of madness, was thrown into Ornomouth's room.
After he reluctantly regained some consciousness, he only saw himself covered in blood and the shattered Ornomouth...
That scene, even after many years, would stimulate the [Butcher's Nail] in his body over and over again every time Angron recalled it, making him feel miserable under the double torture of his mind and body.
To this day.
Angron had already escaped from that hellish duel and became the leader of a rebel army.
Although this rebel army only had a few thousand people in its heyday.
Moreover, it is now in the final stage of being encircled and suppressed, with only a dozen or so defeated soldiers left to linger.
But Angron still had no regrets, and even thought it would be nice to die with the honor of a warrior.
Of course, it would be better if we could kill some more people from the Tarke family...
At this time, he looked at the subordinates beside him who were seriously injured and even too hungry to lift weapons.
Angron endured the severe pain caused by [Butcher's Nail] and thought for a while.
He used the knife he carried with him to cut out a large piece of meat from his arm, then cut it into minced meat and fed it to them one by one.
Facing those subordinates who were unwilling to eat, Angron shouted sharply:
"Eat it!
In this way, it will take a while before you have the strength to continue fighting, and then die with honor!
Instead of dying miserably like a pitiful soft-footed shrimp with weak hands and feet!!"
In this way, after allowing them to more or less regain some strength, Angron nodded with satisfaction.
However, at this time, relying on the warrior's intuition and the instincts brought about by escaping from death countless times, he was keenly aware of changes in the surrounding airflow!
Without the slightest hesitation, Angron raised the weapon with blood in his hand and stabbed to a certain position next to him!
The next moment!
Before he could straighten his hand, he thrust the weapon completely through.
An arm wrapped in golden armor forcibly held his wrist.
That huge power, just like heavy machinery, made it impossible for the sharp blade in Angron's hand to move forward any further!
It was obvious that the opponent's strength was far superior to his.
But before Angron could make the next move, a calm voice appeared in his ears:
"No. 12, although I don't know what to call you, you should be able to feel the connection between you and me."
Although the voice was unfamiliar, the strange thing was that the moment he heard it, Angron subconsciously had a strange idea that he should listen to the other person's words.
Feeling like this, he turned his gaze to the face of the owner of that arm.
Majestic, sacred.
This was the feeling that emerged in Angron's heart after seeing the other person for the first time.
Moreover, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a perfect version of himself in the other person's body.
This feeling made Angron feel extremely uncomfortable.
He couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"
"I am your creator, and the special feeling between you and me is proof of that."
Faced with the emperor's answer, although he saw no actual basis, Angron instinctively felt that what the other party said should be true.
"So what do you want to do here?"
The emperor released his grip on the opponent's wrist and replied solemnly:
"I need your help, I need you to conquer all the planets for me.
In return, I promise you a powerful army created in your image, and you will control endless power and glory."
Upon hearing this unexpected answer, Angron's expression immediately froze.
Then, he immediately laughed exaggeratedly. After a while, he looked at the emperor with disdain and said:
"I have absolutely no interest in that kind of thing. I have been living on this planet since I was a child.
Today, I and my companions will die fighting on this planet."
Facing this answer, the emperor's face showed a slight look of displeasure.
He could feel that the Primarch No. 12 in front of him had a feeling of disgust towards him, and there was a strange thing in the other party's body, which made the other party who should have been extremely perfect, present a defective product.
The quality of...
More than ten minutes passed.
After many unsuccessful conversations, the Emperor returned to his battleship in an unhappy mood.
Angron endured the sting caused by [Butcher's Nail] and looked at his companions who were not far away with puzzled faces and whispered:
"Get ready, the battle is about to begin!"
He could feel that the troops sent by the upper-level dignitaries were approaching quickly, and he was far from being a match for them.
At this moment, perhaps it was because he felt that his death was approaching.
Angron suddenly felt more relaxed than ever before.
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In a battleship in outer space.
Looking at the screen, there were soldiers thousands of times more numerous than Angron and the others, wearing power armor and holding power weapons, and were about to come into direct contact with them.
After all, the Emperor couldn't stand the senseless destruction of his important creation.
Gathering his own spiritual energy.
Angron, who was leading his companions and preparing to fight the enemy, was forcibly teleported into the spaceship.
And Angron, who was in the same place with his companions one second and was in a strange place the next second, looked extremely surprised when faced with this situation!
It wasn't until he saw the emperor that he understood what had happened.
At this moment, furious emotions appeared in his heart uncontrollably!
Angron roared madly: "What have you done! They need me! My companions need me!"
He pulled out the sharp blade at his waist and pointed it at the emperor!
He snapped: "Let me go back quickly!!"
As he spoke, out of the corner of his eye, he saw on the screen of the battleship that his companions were being hacked to death by ferocious enemies while they were helpless without their leader!
Veins suddenly popped out from his forehead!
The surrounding Imperial Guards looked at Angron who dared to raise his sword towards the Emperor without any hesitation.
They immediately tried to join forces to capture him!
Angron, in a rage, waved his blade with all his strength in the face of the Imperial Guards who dared to pounce:
"Quick!! Let me go back!!"
It only took a little over ten seconds.
Relying on the strong physical fitness brought by the Primarch, the surrounding Imperial Guards suffered casualties.
But in the next moment, an extremely large amount of spiritual energy was exerted on Angron's body, making him unable to make any movements anymore.
It was at this time, under Angron's fierce glare, that the last rebel on the screen died tragically under the enemy's butcher knife with a look of shock on his face!
His confused look was like a brand, deeply imprinted on Angron's heart.
He seemed to hear the other party asking why he disappeared suddenly.
"Why!! You can obviously save them easily, why do you choose to watch with a calm face??"
"I am the Emperor, and my mission is to save human civilization!
On a planet, the actions of a pitifully small number of rebels resisting slave owners are not worthy of my unnecessary attention. I hope you know how to choose..."
Faced with this direct answer full of contempt, a huge sense of humiliation instantly filled Angron's heart:
"I should have died in Nucoria, but you destroyed my glory!! All that's left now is Angron, just a wraith!!"
The Emperor used his own spiritual power to restrain him, threw him into the healing chamber, and replied:
"So what? For the plan I made for you, one resentful spirit is enough..."