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Chapter 120 Warhammer - Finding Angron

Nuseria.

This is a technologically advanced planet, but its vast impoverished population has to endure the trampling and rule of the aristocratic class.

Most ordinary people on the planet live in poverty and often engage in oppressed labor, while the ruling class of the elite manages the planet's resource allocation.

Gladiator culture was very prevalent among them.

As the genetic prototype of the Twelfth Legion, his experience was quite peculiar.

When other Primarchs descend upon their planets, they all possess a mysterious attraction or leadership qualities that influence the inhabitants of those planets.

Even without these, there would be a wealth of pre-instilled knowledge in their minds that could be used to change the current state of the planet.

This caused those people to rally together, led by the Primarch, and become almost completely obedient to him.

Even Conrad Coz's fear tactics made everyone on his planet afraid of him and even find it difficult to refuse his requests.

But Angron is different.

As soon as he landed, he threw stones at a group of Dark Eldar who wanted to kidnap him, and was then captured by the local slave hunters and sold to the gladiatorial arena.

Here, Angron first demonstrates the charm that a Primarch should possess.

An old gladiator, weathered by life's hardships, adopted him, becoming Angron's foster father and teaching him the knowledge and experience of a gladiator.

Angron was not one to passively accept defeat; in the days that followed, he would give a vivid speech after each duel he won.

If it were any other Primarch, even Conrad Coz, they might have been able to incite others to rebel.

But the result was that Angron could only incite a portion of the gladiators at most at one time, and that was only because Angron used one of his innate psionic talents—absorbing pain.

He came to appease the gladiators in his cell and bring them peace.

Some gladiators, upon discovering this, would spontaneously hold hands with Angron, further strengthening the bond between Angron and his gladiator brothers.

The spectators in the stands remained completely unmoved.

Angron's repeated victories, speeches, rebellions, and defeats.

It's been smoothed out.

Angron's will to rebel was worn down.

Are the technological capabilities of these lords and nobles really that powerful to the Primarch?

No, it's not strong.

The only advantage these people have is access to some potent hypnotic drugs.

This potent drug, which can quickly render even Primarchs unconscious or weaken them, often causes Angron to fall into a state of infantile sleep after just tearing apart a noble army of high-tech knights and seeing victory within reach, only to be concentrated by the drug.

It has to be said, the small workshop really goes all out with the materials!

Therefore, Angron has now lost the will to rebel against these noble lords.

And now he is crying bitterly.

Because Angron's victories are too boring, or perhaps because Angron loses a lot of its men after each victory.

These noble lords then came up with a fun idea.

Let Angron kill one of his closest gladiators.

That is, Anglon's adoptive father, Eunouchmouth.

Having lost the courage to fight back, Angron was unable to resist, but he was unwilling to hurt his adoptive father.

Tomorrow is his debut day, and Angron is very unwilling and very sad.

But if you are unwilling to do it, you will be driven into a nail.

That is, the Butcher's Nail.

Once implanted, the Butcher's Nail will drive the recipient into an endless madness, amplifying their bloodlust and keeping them in a state of frenzy all day long.

Angron witnessed his own fighting comrades being nailed to the Butcher's Nail after he was subdued, and these nobles even made him fight against his former gladiator brothers.

In an effort to restore peace to them, Angron personally killed many of his gladiator brothers.

Now, he is unwilling to kill his adoptive father, nor is he willing to be nailed to the butcher's nail.

He was crying bitterly.

"Father...how can I save you?"

It was late at night, and Eunouchaus, Angron's foster father, was fast asleep in the cage next to him.

He had lived as a gladiator for a long time, and he was tired of it all. He thought that dying at the hands of his adopted son would be a good ending.

So he slept soundly.

"I don't want to kill you!"

Angron, however, cried all night like someone who had stepped on his toe.

the next day.

The sun rose as usual, and Angron wept all night, praying to the god of gladiators, as he had learned from the gladiators.

But no miracle occurred until sunrise.

But just as Angron was about to give up, an unexpected event occurred.

The earth trembled, and thunderous roars echoed all around.

As if a calamity had descended from the heavens, a tremendous roar resounded continuously, ashes fell from the cages, and Angron could even hear the distant sounds of cages being destroyed and people screaming in agony.

This was the first time Anglong had encountered such a situation, and he was at a loss when his adoptive father, who was in a cage next to him, chased him into a corner.

The tremors lasted for an unknown amount of time before Angron discovered that he was in a better location; the cages were not damaged.

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Primarch!"

Just then, a group of people shouted, and the sound of gunfire erupted outside.

“Father, it seems like someone is attacking this place?” Angron’s mind quickly caught on, and he looked at his foster father, who had been hiding in a corner of the cell next to him.

"Just wait and see. It's just a power struggle among these nobles. They tried it twice before you came, but neither time they succeeded."

Angron asked incredulously, "Is this lord really that strong?"

The foster father, Eunochormouth, looked at Anglon strangely and said, "Not everyone can ignore those bullets like you."

Anglong was taken aback, then realized something.

"Wait a minute, Father, you said that this lord seems to have defeated all the surrounding lords!"

Anglon's words startled his adoptive father, Eunouch, who also found them strange.

Most of the planet's territory has fallen into the hands of the current lord. He has the largest territory and the strongest power. Who would be so foolish as to fight him?

Just as they were pondering, a series of heavy footsteps sounded, accompanied by a strange mechanical clicking sound.

The foster father, Ouyemouth, chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Looks like no matter who wins, we'll be going to the arena."

Angron, however, was furious. He straightened his massive, over three-meter-tall body and shook his head, saying, "No, I will not do it, Father!"

Faced with Anglon's promise, Eugènemouth smiled but said nothing.

As the footsteps drew closer, Angron and his companion were surprised to find that it was not the lord's knights, but several warriors over two meters tall, dressed in fully enclosed white armor.

In front of them was a humanoid mechanical object.

It's not quite accurate to call it a mechanical being, because it has limbs that are so thin they look like fragile pieces of iron, two small red beads for eyes on its head, and a mouth that is shaped more like an insect.

From a distance, it looks more like a toy than a robot.

"It's him, Angron, the Emperor's twelfth son!"

Upon approaching, the mechanical entity pointed at him and spoke in a strange electronic accent.

The white-armored warriors were excited. They rushed forward, tore open the cage door, and knelt down on one knee in front of Angron.

"Father! We've come to take you home."

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