It's all just a clumsy farce that tries to struggle once in the end.

He couldn't even cast much power.

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Angelon roared, his roar like a raging wind,

[That's all you have to do?! 】

The Lord of the Red Sand sank deep into the fog, slashing at the monsters that ran towards him in the mist, as if they were hallucinations, but also as if they were real beings.

Specks of blood splattered on his face.

The demon tide is surging, but in front of the primordial body, they are not worth mentioning.

They were weaker than what Angron had faced before in the Maelstrom.

And before he angrily ordered the demon army to attack Angron, the Lord of the Red Sand had already gone through eight rounds of illusions.

Angelon treats them as if they were nothing, and he will find his heirs, even if they are killed in battle.

The last of the demons' heads were cut off, and Angron strode into the sand of the gladiatorial arena—

He saw the Ultramarine.

The Ultramarines stood there, bigger than the average Space Marine, their brilliant blue armor standing out against the bright red.

He was stepping on the corpse of the World Eater.

The next moment, the whirling Blood Father exploded the head, and the head of the Ultramarine, which was cut in half, flew up in the air, and in the eyes of the empty head, the final picture was Angron, one hand raised at the entrance of the gladiatorial arena.

At that moment, Angelon felt an endless rage.

His children were tortured and killed, and the agony of his dying years hit him, and he heard the last cries of glory and loyalty from the Devourers, and he heard their pre-death screams.

Why

Angelon asked himself, why.

Why is it always him, why is it the World Eater who bears all this every time, why, why is this?

The primordial ran over, surrounded by blood mist, but there were no enemies.

Only the corpses of the World Eaters.

He stared incredulously at his children, their broken, bleeding corpses, and Angelon trembled as he tried to reach out and close their unclosed eyes.

[I'm sorry to see all this, my brother.] 】

A strange and familiar voice rang out, and Angron tilted his head, and he saw a strange giant.

His face was inscribed with scriptures, and his violet eyes were full of compassion.

Angron moved his chapped lips, he recognized the man, he had seen his brother in the portrait,

[Hallucination, tell me what you want to do?] 】

Angron slowly stood up, blood dripping from the battle axe in his hand,

[Are you going to fight me?] 】

[No,]

"Luojia" said, he calmly opened his hands,

[I just feel that it is very painful, and all this is meaningless to you. 】

Angelon was calm, he was preparing for his next attack.

Imposters, he thought.

[Landing on the Furious Serria, then the Maelstrom, and finally the Macurag, it's so unfair to you.] 】

You could have been relieved of all this suffering, but your fate was not so bumpy. 】

Angron waved his hand and slashed towards "Luojia", but there was no feeling of slashing at the entity from the axe, and he pounced.

This "Luojia" is just a projection.

Angelon stared at the chattering apparition as he cautiously backed away, ready to leave.

I can save you, brother. 】

"Luojia" said, the primordial gaze was on the heights, and Angelon followed his gaze-

He hadn't even noticed there was an altar there?!

At this moment, there were several Ultramarines and Whisperers standing there, standing there like dead bodies, like dead menorahs.

"Luojia" opened his hand,

[The power of fate is always stronger than we think, Angelon, I am deeply aware of this. 】

"Luojia" turned sideways, he looked at the depths of the blood mist with great interest and patience,

In the blood mist, Killiman rushed out with his sword raised.

[Killiman?! 】

The sword and axe collided, and a loud bang exploded, and sparks of metal splashed into Angelon's eyes,

Angelon gritted his teeth, what the hell is going on?!

He was confronted with Killiman as if he had been carried away by anger, and his eyes were full of anger when he looked at Angelon, as if Angelon had burned his Otrama!

It's obviously the Ultramarines who killed him!

Angelon roared angrily, pulling Killiman's sword away, feeling his blood boiling unnormally, angrily urging him to hurry up and raise his axe.

His emotions were stirred up by the death of his heir, and emotions pierced his brain like pins and needles, and Angron tried to pull back his senses, but it was not easy.

Angelon's mouth exhaled blood, it wasn't as it seemed, and he forced himself to calm down.

What now? What now?!

His soul was disturbed by the raging fire, and it was so hot that it was unimaginable—

Angron remembered something.

Angelon gave up the initiative and in vain took the attack with "Killiman".

Angelon took a deep look at the impostor Killiman, he felt angry, he felt unwilling, he felt aggrieved.

He perceived the souls of his other living, descendants.

They needed him, and he couldn't just abandon them.

No glory, no dignity...... Angron thought that his instinct was rebelling against him, cursing at him.

But there are still people who need him, the World Eater, Hades, Killiman...... He could not fall into the trap of the enemy again.

He remembered the words of that fake Luojia, why him? Angelon thought, why him? Why did the enemy keep watching him?

Angelon's sanity stabbed him, and he felt ridiculous, but he seemed to know what to do.

Angelon thought that the higher-dimensional enemies sat on his throne, trapping them with blood and illusions everywhere, and that they could only fight in the traps he had set up.

He draws strength from war and glory, Angron, you know that, you know — you know what you have to do.

They had already stepped into His trap, and Angelon didn't want to step into His stage again.

Blood was spilling from Angelon's mouth, and his vocal cords were shaking.

You can do it, Angelon, you can do it.

It's not ...... It's not what you think.

Angron thought, his soul trembling violently, angry, and finally, to convince himself, he remembered Hades.

In the days after leaving the Maelstrom, after confirming that Angron's state was ready for a simple fight, Angron had a fight with Hades.

Finally, Hades struck Anglon's battle axe with a scythe,

Angron struck away the impostor Killiman's dagger with his tomahawk,

The corners of his mouth grinned reluctantly, and Angron couldn't do it to the extent of Hades in the end-

"I throw in the towel! Stop it!!! ”

[It's boring and glorious to fight you - I won't continue to fight with you!] 】

The next moment,

Angelon turned around and began to run.

This was the first time he had actively chosen to escape.

No, Angron absurdly thought of the nonsense that Hades had once talked to him, this was a strategic retreat, Angron commented.

The dagger of rage slashed through his shoulder armor, and a monstrous roar of rage screeched at him, with a certain cry of collapse and despair, the fury of being fooled was monstrous, and the roar of the Blood Throne rang out,

The altar that had been erected collapsed, and the phantom of Luojia disappeared with a scream of collapse.

Angron had no attachment, he ran, ran in the direction of his living offspring,

Because he knew he had won.

And succeeded in mocking that being.

He was angry.

Previously, in the gladiatorial arena, they could only fight each other.

But on the real battlefield, fighting is never the only option.

Angron thought of it, and he burst out laughing, feeling inexplicable absurdity and pain, and he ran as fast as he could, out of the stage he had set up for him, out of his original fate.

A wave of angry blood slapped at him, but Angelon knew it was all in vain.

He thought it was funny that the step of crushing the enemy was to crush his past holdout.

But he knew it was worth it, he knew he had a future worth it for, and his children still needed him, not now, to die worthlessly.

In Anglon's sight, he saw Roque and the other World Eaters, who were struggling to fight the Ultramarines—

Angelon's pupils dilated suddenly,

[Dodge!! 】

He roared, throwing a tomahawk at the same Killiman who was rushing at them at the same time.

No, yes!

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Push the book,

The beginning of a dog, its book friend alternate name, Peturabo my dog.

From the alternative names, you can understand everything. (AC Niang covers her mouth and laughs)

(End of chapter)