American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Looking around, the entire sky and ground of Baweiyi are blood red.

The biochemical pollution that once troubled countless mutant tribes seems to be no longer a problem, because countless corruptions from Chaos have successfully solved this unsolvable problem.

However, judging from the Tyranid heads scattered evenly on the surface and the surging blood rivers that have never dried up.

The future of Baweiyi will either become a Chaos planet dragged into the depths of the Warp by the Khorne Demon Army, or be sent the warmth of the Extinction Order by the planet-destroying cannons of the Hero Tower.

At this moment, between the highest peaks of Baweiyi.

A huge bone throne made entirely of countless Tyranid heads piled up.

A terrifying figure of extremely large size is perched.

There seems to be no emotional fluctuation on the blood-red and ugly demon face belonging to Angron.

It tried its best to open its extremely scarlet eyes and looked down coldly at the blood-red plain below the mountain.

Right there, a killing melee by countless Khorne demons that never rested all year round was in full swing.

Due to the long-term gaze at these countless familiar scenes in front of him.

Angron, who was slightly absent-minded, seemed to have returned to the Demonic Plains belonging to the Great Blood God, where, like here, there was endless killing and fighting.

In fact, if it weren't for Angron's idea of ​​attacking Baal Prime with all his strength every time.

Those originally silent butcher nails would start to buzz, and it would have been unable to suppress the killing desire deep in the broken soul and tried to communicate with its little brother.

"One-eyed Ogryn, get out of here!"

"I have smelled the psychic stench on you for a long time!"

At this moment, Angron, with no emotion on his face, suddenly waved his extremely thick arms.

A Khorne axe that he picked up from the huge bone throne flew to the surface not far away with a terrifying buzzing!

Boom boom--

The next second, a red Cyclops with blood-red skin quickly emerged from the invisible state.

The opponent blocked the Khorne axe that was chopped from the air with just the heavy psychic shield that he condensed at will!

"Haha, I thought I would see a mad dog with my own eyes... What, is your blood god willing to loosen your dog chain, Angron?"

At this moment, Magnus, with a low and sinister laugh, subconsciously grasped the golden scepter in his huge palm, and said in a weird tone to the Khorne Demon Prince who was perched on the huge bone throne.

At the same time, a pair of blue wings behind the broad ridge fluttered slightly, as if to launch a fierce counterattack against Angron at any time.

"Magnus, you dare to come here alone, aren't you afraid that I will tear you apart? Or have you already planned to betray your master and join the great Blood God?"

However, Angron, whose entire huge body did not move, did not seem to be so easy to go out of control.

It slowly raised its hand to stroke the Butcher's Nail above its blood-red head, and sneered at its former primarch brother Magnus.

Magnus, whose huge single eye blinked slightly, did not respond to Angron's words, and said bluntly:

"Hmph! I don't have much time to have fun with you...Angron, why don't you attack Baal Prime? Are you afraid of Rorschach from the bottom of your heart?"

At this moment, Magnus's voice had just fallen.

Angron, whose entire huge body suddenly stood up from the huge bone throne, immediately flapped his extremely huge blood-red wings.

It endured the buzzing of the Butcher's Nail above its head, and roared at Magnus who was almost close at hand:

"I, Angron, am not afraid at all-"

"Sooner or later, I will crush Rorschach's head with my own hands and completely break his spine! But not now, because the great Blood God asked me to wait patiently for those more noble interests!"

At this moment, the roar from Angron echoed on the bloody land of Bawei I like a storm.

Countless Khorne demons who were killing each other could not help but stop fighting and turned their heads to stare in the direction of Angron!

And Magnus, who was facing Angron's terrifying momentum, subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

It casually condensed layers of extremely thick psychic shields and counterattack witchcraft around its huge body.

Then he asked Angron casually with a little relief:

"Angron, what exactly is your so-called higher interest? Why don't you explain it more clearly?"

However, Angron, who was trying his best to appease the Butcher's Nail, narrowed his blood-red eyes slightly.

It suddenly changed from a state of boiling anger to a state without any emotional fluctuations.

It even sat back on the huge bone throne with its entire huge body!

"Hehe... I think I understand it completely, poor Magnus, your master actually let you come here without telling you anything, is it to let you suffer?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Angron's demon face.

It said in a deep voice to Magnus, whose face gradually became gloomy.

And Magnus, who was obviously a little angry, suddenly raised the golden scepter in his huge palm, pointed at Angron from a distance and roared:

"God of Tzeentch! Why are you all so secretive? It's fine that Fulgrim refuses to explain, but how can you, a mad dog of Khorne, know something that I, as the demon prince of Tzeentch, know nothing about!"

"I'm going to let Fulgrim come and confront you on the spot! I don't believe that you two won't reveal your flaws!"

As soon as the voice fell.

Magnus, whose expression gradually became hideous and distorted, waved the golden scepter in his huge palm.

With the rapid gathering of a large amount of chaotic psychic energy fluctuations.

A small subspace portal several meters high gradually appeared in the bloody air!

Boom, boom, boom--

The next second, with waves of terrifying green poisonous fog spreading everywhere.

A humanoid moth wearing a full set of rotten armor and a breathing mask on his face slowly stepped out of the subspace portal.

Behind the opponent, Fulgrim, who had transformed from a huge snake body to a basic human form, also drove the purple gold power armor and came to Magnus and Angron!

"Ah, it's been so many years, and we, the primarch brothers who once fought side by side, are finally reunited!"

At this moment, Fulgrim, who glanced back and forth at everyone, shouted excitedly.

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