Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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Angron trembled as he took a deep breath, feeling the raging rage, the betrayal, and the fierce killing intent of the battle.

They burned through Anglong's nerves like wildfire.

"Despicable bastard..." Angron thought, feeling a surge of anger more acutely than ever before.

The clearly visible emotional score before him was far beyond what he could have achieved in the past—

That damned coward used witchcraft to amplify it all.

Angron gripped his battle axe, Bloodfather and Bloodson, his fingers twitching, wishing he could immediately chop down the enemy.

Killman paced back and forth in the cramped cabin, glancing at Angron several times in an attempt to comfort him, only to give up after seeing Angron’s twitching eyelids.

Guilliman's anxious yet warm and calming emotions shone on Angron, and normally Angron would have thanked Guilliman for it.

But now, as Angron stared at Gilliman, he suddenly felt a sense of betrayal and deception.

This is the emotion coming from "the other end".

what is the problem?

Angron suppressed his anger and forced himself to start thinking.

In his time with Hades, Angron became aware of the fact that he, or rather other Primals, would betray and fall into depravity.

...But Guilliman could not betray him.

Angron thought that even if the pain coming from his offspring was heart-wrenching,

But beside him, Guilliman, who was trying to comfort him and had just lost his composure, was also a real presence.

Angron sighed, stared at Guilliman, and spoke seriously.

[Guilliman, this is a matter for the World Eaters. You'll be in charge of command from the outside—]

Angron stopped.

If the enemy can blow up the spaceport where the World Eater is docked, then there's no reason they can't blow up the one beneath Guilliman's feet.

"—You'll either come with me, or go to the Death Guard's side."

Angron chuckled self-deprecatingly, imagining Mortarian standing on the ground cursing the two impulsive bastards.

There was no other way, Anglong thought. He couldn't let these warriors who had risked their lives to save him be in danger again. Even if they died in battle, he would die with them.

But why was Guilliman so irrational, Anglo thought to himself?

Killieman frowned.

I've already alerted the Death Guard to be on alert there, and the Ultramarines have already gone to take up positions there.

Angron smiled and waved his hand, listening to the painful screams in his ears.

Forgive my bluntness, brother, but in this matter, I have an inexplicable tendency to trust Death Guard.

【but……】

Anglong rubbed his temples.

I don't want them to be dragged into the war.

You can trust the Extreme Warrior.

Guilliman stopped in his tracks, his blue eyes fixed on Angron.

[I know you think I don't understand psionics, but in reality, I registered and monitored every psionicist in the Kingdom of Ultima. Therefore, on the day the Star Torch went out, the Ultramarines were able to control the chaos in the shortest amount of time.]

In fact, even now, I believe most planets are still mired in the catastrophe of the psionic uprising.

Killieman spread his hands.

With all psionicists under control, Altramor is safe.

In his previous argument with Mortarion, Mortarion did not mention that it was because of "witchcraft" that he suggested Guilliman disturb the lives of ordinary people, while Guilliman, who believed he had control over all psionicists, did not consider the possibility of psionicism.

However, Mortarion's suggestions were not limited to [witchcraft].

Angron gave a wry smile.

That's not what I meant.

Team Zero has been deployed.

Killieman spoke earnestly, and Anglon paused for a moment, a rare moment of doubt.

【? 】

I once made a deal with Hades, the commander of the Death Guard.

Guilliman answered in a very serious tone,

The transaction was small, but it was better than nothing.

[When psionic fluctuations were detected in the space station's detection sequence, this batch of Ultramarines equipped with black bullets was already en route.]

Then why—

[Since neither of you mentioned the term "psychic power" throughout, I was just about to remind you of that, but based on your reaction, I think you already know.]

Angron took a deep breath.

【Good—good, good, good!】

The Lord of Red Sand clenched his fist and pounded his chest.

I owe Hades one more time!

Robert Killman paused, deciding not to mention that he was the one who had founded this small team.

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After a jolt, Angron was the first to rush out of the transport ship. Primarch strode forward anxiously, but what he saw was a wall made up of Ultramarines.

The blue-clad warriors held back the flames and explosions, and advanced steadily and slowly.

After Angron exited the capsule, Guilliman followed closely behind. The moment the blond Primarch stepped onto the spaceport, Guilliman's Chapter Master immediately stepped forward to report the situation to the Primarch.

"Sir, the chaotic area is Sector C3, the outermost part of the port—we have observed some non-human creatures and the presence of Space Marines."

"The three squads you deployed have already rushed in, but due to signal issues, we are unable to contact them. The eight sages are currently handling the situation urgently, but because the port's signal array has been destroyed, the signal cannot be restored in the short term."

Killieman nodded.

Have you found the cause of the explosion?

"No, sir."

"We're keeping a close eye on this area," Killieman said. "If this is deliberate, they could launch another attack."

Their target is the World Eater.

Angron spoke, staring at the advancing Ultramarines. For some reason, this wasn't the Ultramarines' fighting style he was familiar with; it was more like—more like—

This is the array I used to learn Death Guard.

Killieman walked over to Anglon.

The Ultramarines once cooperated with the Death Guard; this is the formation they used when fighting the psykers.

However, because the Ultramarines cannot deploy anti-psy weapons on a large scale like the Death Guards, and because we don't usually fight psykers, the Ultramarines advance at a rate approximately 34% slower than the Death Guards.

Killieman looked at Angron, as if asking him something.

Angron smiled, feeling the twitching muscles in his face.

The World Devourer cannot wait that long.

[Then let's form a small team and break through first.]

Guilliman immediately spoke, and following the Primarch's words, the Zero Team, which he had previously mentioned, stepped forward.

This is a small-scale prototype built by Guilliman, modeled after the Zero Company in Deathguard. It consists of think tanks and veterans, and contains no Soulless, because the Soulless have all been conscripted by the Black Ships.

Angron strode forward, and in that instant, he thought that perhaps one day he would see traces of the World Eaters in the Ultramarines' battles.

This is... Robert Guilliman, and the Ultramarines' fighting principles.

That's all, great!

Chapter 434 I want it all

【die!!!】

Flames erupted, and the crimson blood father drew an arc, blood splattering as the axe swung, leaving a few red lines on the side of Angron's face.

The scarlet monster's head spun around.

Angron was panting, the battle axe in his hand roaring in sync with his breath.

At this moment, he was standing in a space that resembled purgatory.

Scorching flames erupted from every joint of the buildings, accompanied by billowing smoke, and the blood flowing on the ground emitted a pungent, scorching stench.

The severed head was deliberately placed at the hatch, its eyes still open, and on the wall, blood smeared a blasphemous eight-ring symbol.

In a very short time, this place became a place that could be described as "hell".

Angron heard a hesitation in Guilliman's footsteps behind him.

The Lord of the Red Veil took a deep breath of the air; the scorching gas, accompanied by the stench of blood, burned his trachea.

【Oh,】

Angron chuckled softly.

Without hesitation, he walked toward the hatch. The Lord of Red Sand reached out his hand, the enemy's blood staining his hand.

The giant hand slammed into the wall, its blood smearing and obscuring the blasphemous eight-ring logo.

[Not exciting enough, not as thrilling as last time.]

Guilliman looked at Angron, whose upper body was hidden in darkness, and spoke with a nonchalant and carefree tone.

But what the Lord of Macragge could not see was that in the darkness, Angron's face was contorted with pain, his eyes wide with rage.

Kahn and another World Eater shed the bits of flesh from their chainsaw axes and followed Angron aboard the ship without hesitation.

Angron's whisper came from the darkness.

"...Killiman, you still have a choice."

Robert Guilliman gripped the Crimson Sword tightly, and took a deep breath. A stench mixed with a strange aroma wafted by.

Now he knew that the peculiar aura was the stench emitted when using psionic energy.

Guilliman chuckled, said nothing more, and followed Angron into that stench-filled inferno.

If this is the truth that humanity will face after the Star Torch is extinguished, then Guilliman chooses to confront it.

He is the Lord of Macragge, the Primarch, the Commander of the Ultramarines, the largest legion in the Imperium, Robert Guilliman.

He possesses immense strength and unwavering willpower to face all of this.

not to mention,

He could not tolerate sending Angron to the battlefield alone.

Hearing Guilliman's footsteps close behind, Angron let out a sound that was both laughter and a roar.

Okay! Let's go!

He raised his two axes.

This was Killieman's choice, and Anglon was never one for subtlety.

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It was another nightmare.

But the world-devourer is never afraid!

Roc roared and shoved the Ultramariner in front of him aside, pinning the bastard against the wall with his shoulder armor before slashing his sword down into the man's abdomen.

The sound of armor shattering rang out, and Rock held his breath as his sword pierced deep into the enemy's internal organs.

Then he released his strength, took a step back, and pulled out the sword. Blood and fragments of internal organs immediately gushed out, smearing his white helmet crimson.