Warhammer 40: From the League of Humans to Warhammer

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The World Eaters were unable to gain enough victory and advantage in the blood war, which led Khorne to send them a powerful supporter, Angron.

The arrival of the demonic Primarch Angron instantly changed the course of the battlefield.

When that blood-red fissure tore open in the scorched earth of Nairrus, the air was immediately filled with a heavy smell of copper rust and blood.

Accompanied by the deafening scraping of chains and a beast-like roar, the Primarch of the World Eater—Angron, his massive and twisted form, stepped into the real universe.

He was once a gladiator, now he's a butcher.

The crimson Butcher's Nail gleamed ominously behind his head, and the massive chainsaw axe "The Flesh Cutter" hummed bloodthirstyly in his hand.

His very appearance was the beginning of a massacre.

"For the Blood God!" Angron's roar was like thunder, shaking the earth.

The Space Marines defending this location are part of the 4th Company of the Nairrus Chapter. They alerted the Lions immediately upon the appearance of An'angron.

They then took up their weapons and launched a counter-charge towards Angron.

The enemy is strong, but that doesn't mean they will back down!

The charging Space Marines and the Demon Primarch Angron created a tragic scene, with several Space Marines being cleaved in two with a single, gentle slash of Angron's chainsaw axe.

The alloy power armor was torn to shreds.

The Space Marines who didn't charge forward raised their Gauss rifles and fired at Angron, but their shots were all intercepted by Khorne's Blessing.

The Gauss Rifle is effective against other Khorne demons, but its effectiveness diminishes significantly when fighting Angron.

"Insects! Die!"

Within just five minutes, more than thirty Space Marines had fallen to his axe.

Angron was not just killing; he was performing a cruel art form.

Limbs were torn off, internal organs were ripped out, and heads were crushed. Wherever he went, he left behind only a sea of ​​blood and mangled limbs.

Even so, the Space Marines still bravely charged towards Angron.

It was their duty to hold this position, so they would rather all die here than let the demon ape's cry cross their territory.

As the Space Marines and Angron resumed their battle, the Space Marine officer who had requested backup from behind once again contacted the Lion.

"Lord Leon, are you listening, Lord Leon?"

We are under attack from the Primarchs and require reinforcements. Please immediately send troops to our position to provide support; otherwise, this position will fall within half a standard Terra hour at most!

Even with the battle so intense, no one requested Leon to personally intervene; instead, they requested that Leon send more Space Marines to fight here.

After all, the Supreme Commander should conduct operations from the command post, a fact that was already a consensus among Zhou Qing's Space Marines.

Since Leon is their supreme commander, there is naturally no reason to send the supreme commander out to fight.

Chapter 153 The Lion Strikes Against Angron

The Space Marines under Zhou Qing's command did not intend for Leon to personally intervene, but Leon was not one of the soldiers under Zhou Qing's command who were affected by it.

From the Emperor's Great Expedition to this point, the only entity in the human empire capable of opposing the Primal is the Primal.

Therefore, in the lion's view, it was only right for him, the Primarch, to deal with Angron personally.

"Hold on, reinforcements are coming soon. I'm coming in person!"

The lion stood up, and the Guard of the Angels of Forgiveness behind him also stood up.

In the past, these Angels of Forgiveness guards would have been deployed to the front lines, but things are different now.

Since Leon is the supreme commander of this planet, these archangels are also required to stay here to protect him.

That is why Leon's guards did not join the battle.

But now that the Primarch has taken action, they naturally have to follow suit.

However, just as Leon stood up, Ignatius Dorn, the planetary governor in the command center, expressed his opposition.

"Lord Leon, your mission is to stay here and command the battle, not to personally fight the Primarch."

"You are now our supreme commander. If you leave here, who will guarantee your safety?"

"My safety?" Leon repeated, somewhat puzzled.

After all, during his time as a legion commander, few people would say such things to him.

He turned to face the planetary governor, his golden power armor gleaming under the lights of the command center. "Governor Dorn, take a look at these battle reports."

The lion's hand points to the constantly scrolling casualty figures and distress calls on the holographic projection.

“Loyal warriors are dying every minute, and the Primarchs are tearing our defenses apart. Do you think you’re safe just sitting in this command center? True safety comes from eliminating the threat, not from avoiding it.”

"You may not know, but I can tell you that only the Primarch can deal with the Primarch. If I don't go, how many warriors will we have to sacrifice?"

Ignatius Dorn met the Primarch's gaze without flinching: "Your Excellency, I understand what you mean."

"But you were the one who requested supreme command from us, and now that supreme command has been handed over to you, do you no longer want to fulfill your obligations?"

"When you request supreme command, it is your responsibility to conduct troop command and operations here."

"It's just a demonic primordial. We're not unprepared. You just need to request support from the Grey Knights. They'll arrive in an hour at most to begin the battle."

This is clearly unacceptable to the male lion.

“I am not Guilliman! I can guarantee my safety.”

“Governor Ignatius Dorne, command of the army is entrusted to you during my absence!”

"You will command the troops in battle. I need to eliminate that great enemy for the Empire's army. I don't have time to wait for the knights to arrive."

Although the planetary governor had told him directly that the Grey Knights would arrive to provide support in just one hour, would Lion believe it?

The answer is no? How could a lion possibly believe that?

When did the human empire's resource support efficiency become so high?

He had not seen any Grey Knights among the previous combat units, so judging from the Human Empire's usual support efficiency, Lion did not think that the Grey Knights could reach this battlefield.

This is an error of empiricism.

Of course, it was also because Zhou Qing's appearance had improved the human empire so much.

Moreover, this is the 108th world of the Misty Starfield, and these 108 planets are Zhou Qing's base of operations, so the speed of support is naturally relatively fast.

“Governor, although I would very much like to stay here and command the battle, you must understand that our troops are also running out.”

"To be honest, I really admire you. You've managed to govern an imperial world to this extent, and you've governed it so well that it has attracted the attention of the Chaos Demons. This has led them to invest so many troops at great cost."

"That's why our entire army is now engaged in combat, and there are no spare troops that can be sacrificed at will."

"To stop the Primarch, no one knows how many Space Marines will have to be sacrificed. Our current forces are very valuable, and we cannot afford to waste them like this."

The lion changed his words and tone, addressing the planetary governor in this way.

This was something that would have been impossible for a lion in the past.

After all, the lion's personality 1 years ago was not like this at all. 1 years ago, Leon's psychological traits were aloofness, introversion, a strong sense of honor, and a desire for revenge.

If it were a lion from 1 years ago, it would never have said the following words.

"Alright, you've convinced me, Primarch. There's really no need for our troops to suffer such casualties. Please ensure your safety, and I will do my best to command the troops."

Ignatius Dorn readily agreed and gave his assurances.

Leon nodded slightly: "Very good, Governor Dorn will leave the rest to you."

After saying that, Leon rushed out of the tactical command post. He was fed up with constantly directing battles here, and now he wanted to vent his frustrations!

It's only been a little over 10 days; who knows what kind of impact he went through?

More than 2 Space Marines have already died in battle!

The casualties here gave Leon the feeling that he had returned to the Great Crusade.

Even during the Great Crusade, very few battles or planets have caused the Space Marines to suffer such enormous losses and casualties.

Such a huge loss left Leon seething with anger, and Angron's appearance provided him with the perfect opportunity to vent.

After leaving the tactical command room, he turned to face the Angels of Mercy Guard, his voice as firm as steel.

"Warriors, it's time to show Chaos the true power of the Dark Angels. Follow me into battle!"

The engines of the Thunderhawk gunboat were already roaring on the helipad outside the command center.

Leon strode toward the Thunderhawk gunship. Although many of Ad Country's weapons were not very good, some of them were quite good, so the 108th world of the Misty Starfield still produced some.

This includes the Thunderhawk gunboat.

The Angels of Mercy followed closely behind, their deep green power armor gleaming with a cold, hard light against the dim sky of Narrus.

A fierce fire also burned within them. After all, having always followed their genetic father, they had naturally witnessed the enormous casualties on this planet.

Although these Space Marines did not know which Primarch's offspring they were, these men were, in any case, their comrades in arms.

Tens of thousands of their comrades died on the battlefield, which fueled their rage, and they wanted to direct that rage at the Emperor's enemies.

Before boarding, Leon took one last look at the tactical hologram.

The crimson mark of Angron still ravages Sector 74, and every second loyal warriors perish under the chainsaw axes of the demonic archetype.

"Full speed ahead," Lion ordered the pilot. "I need to reach the front lines of Sector 74 within ten minutes."

The Thunderhawk gunboat soared into the sky, tearing through the war-torn heavens.

Chapter 154 Angron's Defeat

When Leon arrived at the battlefield, Angron was still in a frenzy.

He was holding a Space Marine in one hand and his weapon in the other, casually cleaving another Space Marine in two.

The next moment, he turned around and threw the Space Marine in his hand. Soon, two more Space Marines were knocked to the ground and could not get up again.

The appearance of beings of this caliber on this battlefield is almost a complete and utter crushing defeat for the World Eater Legion, which launched another attack alongside their Primarch.

Even though the Space Marines here surged forward like a tide to try to stop the enemy's attack, the combat power of Angron was still far too overwhelming.

An attack by dozens of Space Marines working together could only hold him off for a few minutes at most before he would be wiped out.