Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 50 Chaos Expedition ([-])

Angron smelled red sand.

It is as hot as the wind blowing from the bellows of a forge, enough to make every battle-hardened warrior uncomfortable, but this is what makes the red sand so hot and unique.

It is said that in the past, Nuceria never had any crimson sand, only the grace of ice falling from the towering snow-capped mountains, and the earth was covered by relentless frost all day long.

Until the Nucerians came to this land.They turned their madness and bloodthirsty into a scalding river of blood, dyed the entire planet red, dispelled all the frost covering the earth, and brought rich vitality to this planet.

It symbolizes the blood of the Nucerians throughout history.

It symbolizes the hysterical bloodthirsty madness of the Nucerians.

"Angron!"

"Angron!"

"Angron!"

The overly dazzling light and cheers reawakened Angron's consciousness, and he looked around in a daze - looking at everything he was very familiar with but extremely strange.

The majestic and spectacular arena exudes the smell of blood and the heat of red sand, and the cheers from the auditorium all call Angron's name.

In the Nucerian language, it means Son of the Mountain.

He stands on the red sand.

The eight unfamiliar but familiar faces beside him made him both puzzled and uneasy. On their faces, Angron found a desire for blood and a sense of security from close people.

Angron recognized the identities of these people in an instant. They may be his comrades-in-arms or family members. Their blood-hungry pupils all poured out their respect to him, as if he was their natural leader. with friends.

…really weird.

Doubts kept growing in the tall gladiator's heart, but before he could think more, an unbearable pain began to appear in his brain for no reason, grinding his rationality and patience all the time, as if forcing himself to forget something .

But no one seemed to want to give him a chance to understand the current situation. When Angron turned his attention to his 'family', he only got the answer of 'uncommunicable' on their bloody and fanatical faces. .

Angron could read their thoughts clearly: they were all longing for a fight that would bring glory.

On the contrary, Angron, who looked confused, was an existence that was out of place.

"Welcome to Blood Race!"

The voice from the mechanical eye in the sky interrupted Angron's thoughts.

The heavy iron gate on the opposite side of the arena was slowly raised amidst the louder cheers, and an extremely tall and stalwart figure slowly stepped out of the shadows. The dazzling lights and loud cheers of the arena set off the appearance of that figure, Several "family members" around Angron also clenched their weapons as if they were facing an enemy.

Looking at the sense of terror and oppression constantly emanating from that stalwart figure, Angron questioned the 'family' beside him with some doubts.

"what is that?"

He felt that there was something wrong with that figure, and an unexplainable strangeness and wariness rippled in his heart.

A gladiator shook his head in bewilderment, and the plate armor made a crisp sound.

"I do not--"

There was a strange smell in the air.Angron looked at the stalwart figure, and the sudden sense of crisis made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.The hot sand was torn apart by the bursting storm, the red sand was flying under the terrible trampling, and the cracks and scars on the earth spread from the trampling of the heavy boots.

While Angron was reflecting on this unspeakable feeling, the gladiator closest to him was in great trouble.

Boom-! !

Before the gladiator could scream loudly, a giant fist covered in scarlet armor pierced his head instantly.The jaw was instantly shattered to an unimaginable width by the destructive force, blood and shattered brains splashed wantonly like watermelons, and even the whole body flew backwards in an instant.

The heavy muffled sound of smashing into the wall symbolizes the passing of life.

Angron could hear his wailing before death: blood foamed continuously from the broken throat, mixed with some weak dying whimpers, and the broken body no longer had the strength to struggle.

The blood is constantly flowing, merging into the increasingly hot red sand.

In an instant, everyone in the auditorium fell into a frenzy.Their endless cheers hit like a tsunami, even if their own eardrums were shattered in this crazy cheers, they didn't know it. They only had the stalwart figure standing under the scorching sun in their eyes.

It was a female warrior of incomparably stalwart figure, wearing a scarlet battle armor.

Her indifferent face was not at all moved by the life and death of a gladiator. The red hair burning with flames symbolized the terrifying speed of crossing the sound barrier in an instant. Behind her was an extremely huge and distorted hideous giant axe.

At this moment, the anger and hatred that his companion was killed instantly filled the hearts of every gladiator.

Angron is no exception.

As he charged towards the enemy, he seemed to recall something.

Yes, he fought here once.He's fought here...machines, humans, behemoths, all kinds of powerful enemies.

He is a born gladiator, good at using blood and sharp axes to bring the supreme glory of death to the enemy.

In this way, everything makes sense.

Angron slowly clenched the sharp sword that appeared at his waist at some point.

Seems like it's always there.

……

The rain of blood continued to pour down.

Angron's crazy figure and the flames of Elaine's red hair constantly emerged in it, and the collision of the chain saw ax and the black sword caused several shocks that tore the earth apart.

Behind their figures was the corpse of a bloodthirsty madman who had lost his head, and seven Khorne demons who were chasing Elaine's figure frantically.

The sonorous sound of gold and iron reverberated over the scorched earth, and the corpses of the Great Demon of Khorne fell from time to time.

In fact, there is no more life on the battlefield where the Primarchs are fighting, and this battle watched by the Blood God and the Corpse Emperor represents a confrontation of their wills.

Nothing with a physical body survived it, and even the artillery fire would be swallowed by the storm, and the frenzied waves of the Khorne army deliberately avoided them.

Because natural disasters are brewing in no man's land.

The scarlet thunder condensed in the thick dark clouds and Angron's high-speed traces have become one, and the cold storm sweeping the entire battlefield is also roaring under Elaine's ax blade.

The scorched earth has turned into hot red sand under the mental images of both parties.

The black sword and the heavy ax collided with each other.

The sonorous buzz echoed in the eye of the storm and lingered for a long time.

……

Om-!
Angron barely held back the heavy blow from the ferocious giant axe, and he could clearly feel the fatigue and soreness of his arms.

The female warrior in scarlet heavy armor in front of her has already killed all his comrades in a short time, her precise and ferocious movements can accurately find their weaknesses with every breath, that The indescribable terrifying power multiplied the lethality of the attack, followed by the devastating and frenzied slaughter, and the crazier and bloodthirsty cheers from the audience.

This scarlet female warrior has almost the same huge figure as Angron, and the terrifying mighty power contained in it is no less than him.

After Angron barely blocked the attack of the female warrior in front of him, his feet even sank into the red sand, touching some corpses buried in it.

At the same time, the mechanical eyes in the sky are also passionately explaining everything in front of them.

"Look! Our champion, our hero, Angron! He is in trouble!"

"Didn't Angron feel a little angry after slaughtering his teammates? That was his family, that was his precious comrade-in-arms! To be slaughtered like a chicken in front of this brand new warrior ...Oh, what a pity, what a pity!"

"Will the myth of invincibility come to an end? Will the scarlet rope of glory be marked with black scars?"

"Perhaps, there is no chance of living to that time at all? My Angron, the time to prove yourself is up!"

After the ironic and funny voice ended, Angron, who barely resisted the heavy ax of the female warrior in front of him, clenched his teeth.

After witnessing the death of 'family members' in the fierce attack, a wave of anger began to burn in the gladiator's heart.

Fiery sweat slipped from his resolute temples, and unparalleled power burst out from his sturdy and stalwart figure at this moment, and the heavy giant ax was also pushed away by Angron at this moment.

Om-!
Accompanied by the clear and sharp sound of the gap in the armor being torn, Angron's sword edge tore the right arm of the female warrior in front of him, and the heavy and ferocious giant ax was also released, and the red sand was stained red with blood dripping from the section.

"…Well."

A painful grunt came from her helmet, but it didn't affect her fierce movements.

Before Angron could rejoice at the reversal of the situation, the terrifying scream that tore through the sound barrier made his pupils constrict.

An unparalleled heavy blow followed, and Angron's sword was broken in an instant by the giant fist that was still stained with brains and blood.

This force even pushed Angron back several meters. Even though he barely maintained his figure, two cracks were forcibly torn on his feet in the ground.

The scarlet red sand seems to be burning in the friction.

When Angron raised his head again, the female warrior had once again held the hideous heavy giant ax with one arm, and attacked herself with heavy steps that tore the ground apart.

His vision was a little dazed.

The dazzling lights of the arena seemed to reflect the rain of blood, and the auditorium full of crazy crowds seemed empty.

The applause was replaced by a terrifying unknown growl, and the corpses of the surrounding comrades had turned into indescribable twisted things.

The scale of time was infinitely enlarged at this moment, and Angron could smell the scorched earth and the breath of the storm.

The scarlet sky covered by the red sand is constantly overlapping with the sky of Khorne God's Domain.

The blood of the Nucerians seeping into the red sands was replaced with that of the Khorne demons.

It seems like everything has changed, and it seems like nothing has changed.

The heavy ax that howled the storm tore Angron's chest.

The severe pain was constantly covering his consciousness, and the vicious bite from the Butcher's Nails ate away at his soul.

Angron only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and harder to open.

The conjectures from endless dreams are constantly creating cracks with reality.

The broken consciousness is constantly overlapping under the reflection of the light, and the endless anger and severe pain are being slowly healed under the exhaustion.

Only the female warrior in front of me remained unchanged from beginning to end.

In the gap covered by the luxurious helmet of the female warrior, there is a pair of gilt pupils burning with flames.

Angron smiled slightly.

The tired soul slowly closed its eyes.

At this moment, he finally knew what the indescribable stubbornness in the pupils of the female warrior in front of him represented.

It is something that I have never been able to pursue in my entire life.

free.

——It turns out... I have never escaped from that arena.

……

The torrential rain of blood ushered in the dawn in the fighting.

The broken black sword was soaked in blood, and the broken chainaxe no longer roared.

Elaine's figure stood on the ground, covered with scars and broken armor. Several wounds that were fatal to ordinary people could be seen faintly. The empty right arm symbolized that the result of this fight was a tragic victory.

The blood dripped on it and formed a trickle, slowly dripping onto the headless corpse at Elaine's feet, and the eight corpses scattered around it represented the remaining Khorne monsters in this war.

However, the flames burning in her gilt pupils are more vigorous than usual every moment.

Even though her bright hair was soaked by the rain of blood, and the burning flames at the ends of her hair were completely subsided at this moment, the blood angel's head she held tightly in her palm symbolized an unprecedented victory.

Dawn has been revealed.

The twisted madness still remained on Angron's face, but there was only relief and peace in his dim pupils.

The Butcher's Nail connected to the brain was also torn off, and the fiery blood flowing from the fracture was mixed with the rain of blood from the sky.

Any signs of life are gone.

In the bloody battle circle with a radius of several kilometers, there is no life that is still breathing except for Elaine.

No one could match the apocalyptic slaughter of the Primarchs across the border.

"..."

Elaine silently looked at the head of the demon primarch in her palm, and Angron's deathbed relief before he completely fell into madness was still vivid in his memory.

For all the unparalleled malevolence in the frenzied roar of the Daemon Primarch, the vision of a new hope was not false.

In any case, he has been completely relieved.

"May you rest in peace."

Elaine whispered softly.

……

The shadow of the fleet covering the sky is gradually approaching the brass fortress, and the doomed resistance is imminent.

The 888th death of the Blood Angels became the final curtain of this war.

In this fight representing the supreme will of both sides, after all, the distant Jinmang was the winner.

Or maybe the existence on the skull base wanted to see this scene.

In the shadow of the Expedition Fleet shone the brilliance of the Blackstone.

The one-armed stalwart figure stood on the ramming horn.

Resolutely.

……

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　　When writing this chapter, I thought of the chainsaw man's snowball fight (
　　
　
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