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Chapter 61 Angron's Wrath
Angron roared and attacked again, his fists tearing through the air like two sledgehammers smashing into Li Wei.
This time, Li Wei did not dodge and opened his eyes.
He slightly turned his body to dodge Angron's right fist, then suddenly grabbed Angron's wrist with both hands.
Using the momentum of Anglong's forward lunge, Li Wei suddenly lunged forward, dragging Anglong's staggering body along with him as they plummeted toward the ground.
But Anglong was not one to be trifled with. Knowing he was powerless to resist, he could only let his body continue to lunge forward.
He was about to deliver a standard over-the-shoulder throw, slamming Li Wei hard onto the ground.
However, Levi, who had already foreseen the future, had already seen through Anglong's intentions. He followed Anglong's force and fell forward as well, but suddenly let go the moment Anglong could no longer pull back.
Anglong felt Livina's tightly clenched hands suddenly loosen, realizing he had been tricked.
But he couldn't dissipate the force at all, and could only fall forward, completing a clumsy roll.
But the next second, his supporting right leg suddenly felt the force at the knee joint, and a huge force slammed down down along the kneecap.
Angron's forward lunge abruptly halted, and before the incredulous eyes of the World Eaters watching, their father, the most valiant and skilled Primarch Angron, knelt on one knee.
Kayan and the Thousand Sons Think Tank members behind him breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally at ease.
They did have blind faith in the Chief, but even the Primarch of the World Eaters, Angron, could only express doubt about the fact that the son of the Emperor could defeat him.
After all, the Primarchs' physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary Astartes, while the Thousand Sons' physical abilities are only average and they are not good at close combat, even their chief is like that.
They had no hope that Livy would defeat Angron, but the surprise came even faster than expected, and Livy actually won.
Li Wei used all his strength, pressing down hard on Angron's struggling shoulders with both hands, while his right leg was driven into Angron's kneeling joint like an iron wedge.
Feeling the terrifying, brute force of Angron as he struggled upwards, Li Wei felt relieved.
After all, he had already made the Primarch of the World Eater kneel down in public, so the bet they had made earlier had been fulfilled.
He said in a deep voice:
"Lord Angron, this kneeling is an apology for the Thousand Sons Strategist Rio, whom you accidentally killed!"
"Apologize? Hahahaha..."
Angron stopped struggling, but his tone was full of hostility, clearly indicating that he was completely enraged.
But Li Wei didn't care. After all, Angron was a Primarch, a son of the Emperor.
But a loss is a loss, and he didn't believe that Anglong would go back on his word and attack again.
Anglong gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, but he also knew he had lost, so he gave up struggling and relaxed completely.
Seeing that he was no longer resisting, Li Wei released his hands and right leg.
Now that we've won, let's not provoke Angron again. This is the territory of the World Eaters, so we should leave some room for maneuver.
Just as Li Wei was about to say something nice to ease the atmosphere, he noticed that Anglong's body in front of him was trembling uncontrollably.
"not good."
Li Wei sensed something was wrong and was about to back away when he realized he needed to create a safe distance.
He had only just managed to defeat Angron; he dared not engage in a real close-quarters battle with the enraged Angron.
But the next second, Anglong, who was kneeling on the ground, unleashed his fist, the size of a casserole dish, like a cannonball, which struck Li Wei heavily in the chest.
Although Li Wei was prepared, he was still a step too slow.
Bang!
Li Wei was as if he had been hit by a speeding aircraft, and was violently thrown against the wall of the duel pit, creating a dent in the wall before slowly falling down.
Li Wei, writhing in excruciating pain, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Before he could even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Anglong, who was slowly getting up.
At this moment, Angron, trembling violently, had his features contorted and blood flowing from his seven orifices. The dark red Butcher's Nail above his head was flashing wildly, like a poisonous thorn stimulating Angron's sanity.
Just as Li Wei was struggling to get up, Anglong roared out simple, bloody words like "kill" and "death," stomped the ground, and pounced on him.
"This is out of control; the Butcher's Nail has activated again."
Li Wei lay on the cold metal floor, staring at Angron's head that was rapidly growing larger in front of him, and felt a chill run down his spine.
Under normal circumstances, a rational Angron is easy to deal with, but under the influence of the Butcher's Nail, a torture device from the Dark Ages, things are not so sure.
He suddenly raised his right hand, and a series of purple psionic fireballs, like a meteor shower, slammed into the ferocious face of the enraged Angron.
Boom!
As the smoke and dust filled the air and dissipated, before Li Wei could even make out Angron's tall figure, he heard Kayan's anxious shouts from afar.
"Chief, watch out!"
Li Wei was startled and realized that Anglong had used the smoke to get around to his right.
"Not good!" Li Wei looked at the rapidly approaching fist, but he did not panic. He even had the energy to glance at the narrow and cramped duel pit.
He knew it was time to change the battleground; this place was too narrow and enclosed, making it an ideal battlefield for Angron, who excelled in close combat.
But for Li Wei, this place was hell.
He was a psionicist who wasn't good at close combat, and he was also seriously injured.
Li Wei touched the broken bone in his chest, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Just as the berserk Angron was about to unleash a fatal punch, he swung his hand sharply.
The next instant, a subspace rift shimmering with a purple glow suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of Li Wei.
Having already lost his mind, Angron plunged headlong into the warp rift without the slightest hesitation and disappeared without a trace.
Li Wei watched as Angron's figure gradually shrank within the crack.
He struggled to his feet and rushed into the crevice as well.
Driven mad by the Butcher's Nail, Angron has lost all reason and is left to his own devices, unaware of where the warp currents will carry him.
If the World Eaters were to lose their only original entity, the Thousand Sons and the World Eaters would surely wage a war to the death, and the Empire would also hold them accountable severely.
He can't bear the blame for that.
As Li Wei rushed into the rift, the subspace rift, shimmering with an eerie light, slowly closed.
As soon as Li Wei stepped into that bizarre and fantastical subspace, he sensed that the subspace turbulence before him was being turned upside down by a violent madman.
Angron had completely lost his mind and was utterly insane. He could not comprehend the maddening scene before him, which was composed of distorted and colorful warp currents.
Moreover, the omnipresent, multicolored subspace turbulence was constantly gnawing at his powerful body, and the pain drove him into an even more frenzied state.
At that moment, Li Wei suddenly appeared before Angron's blood-red eyes.
Angron then found a target to vent his anger on, and frantically pounced on Li Wei.
"Tsk tsk, the Primarch is indeed ridiculously powerful. Not only is his physical ability ridiculously good, but he can also forcibly control the warp turbulence to charge forward."
Feeling the warmth of the warp energy around him, Li Wei gazed at the ferocious, raging Angron in the distance, and sighed with awe.