40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 106 9. Flames of Rage (End)

Roaring - similar to the howling of a wild beast, the scarlet face was distorted, the pupils shrunk to the size of a needle point, and there was no reason in the light blue eyes, pure anger and desire to kill overwhelmed everything.

This impulse came so suddenly, Khalil frowned, wrote it down, and then made preparations, and began to dodge the attack like a storm.

Angron had no armor and no weapon, but he unleashed a torrent of blood with his bare hands.The wounds on his body were oozing blood, the forearm was the scariest, the flesh turned over, the wounds left by the guards' silver vines were almost bone deep.Whenever he moves, he bleeds, turning him into a blood man.

Each of his swings seems chaotic, but each swing contains a terrifying power, which is the power unique to the Primarch.They should have been used in better places, but now a mind-shattered afterimage of the past was used to vent his pain.

Khalil tilted his head slightly, dodging one attack after another. He didn't say anything to stop or persuade, but frowned and sighed silently.

His opponent was rushing madly at him, flailing the air with his hands frantically, trying to grab Khalil, but failing—failing, as always.

He roared, fury surging through his voice, and at that moment, Khalil saw the cables at the back of his head start to squirm.

"Blood!" Angron roared and rushed towards him again, but Khalil had no way to avoid it, the underground cave was too narrow for the battle between the two giants.

His bloody fist slammed into Khalil's palm in the next second.Khalil raised his hands and took Angron's hand, and looked into his eyes again, trying to find some hope of regaining his sanity, but Angron only seemed to grow more and more furious.Painful at the inability to carry out killing and violence.

His pupils were still about the size of a pinprick, and the whites of his eyes were filled with scarlet, but there was no rational color in the remaining light blue.So Khalil sighed, and he kicked out his left leg, tripping Angron to the ground.

The bloody giant fell heavily to the ground, but soon got up again.He let out a broken roar that was almost like a howl, and rushed towards Khalil again.

There are no tactics, no skills, everything is hidden in its own power.The ground trembled with his rage, and he himself was tormented by it.

Amidst the terrifying howls, two points of Youlan flashed away.

The next second, Khalil grabbed him in a way that Angron couldn't understand, and then threw him to the ground again, this time much heavier and firmer than before.Blood gushed out from the wounds on his body at that moment, dyeing his whole body into a pure and terrifying scarlet color again.

He was lying on the ground, unable to get up for a moment due to the huge tremor, but he turned his head with the agility of a beast, fixedly staring at Khalil in the darkness, his hands were dancing in the air, trying to touch him with his fingertips, and make him bleed.

Khalil sighed slowly.

Wild beasts will cautiously flee back into the jungle because of injuries, even fierce animals are no exception.Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is the instinct of all creatures. Unless it is time to really fight for their lives, few creatures will ignore everything and attack frantically.

But Angron was different. He didn't care about the reason why he was injured. It wasn't because his life was threatened and he needed to abandon everything to win a chance.

He did it only because he didn't even realize he was hurting.Those mechanical implants in the back of his head were torturing him in a brutal way, and Khalil didn't know why, but he could see why.

The reason was this fury, this untraceable fury——Angron's anger was untraceable, as if it was natural and unreasonable, but so hot, like lava in the depths of a volcano.

This is not human anger.

Khalil clenched his right fist little by little, with Angron's blood dripping down the lines of his skin.

He walked towards Angron, and was not surprised to see Angron get up from the ground in an instant, and rushed towards him as if he had never been hurt.There was a sinister smile on that broken face, he was obviously smiling, but he was dazed and ignorant, as if he didn't know where he was at all.

He was bleeding, and he grabbed Khalil's throat without hesitation, trying to strangle him, or tear off his head, or strangle him and then tear off his head.

However, his victim just looked at him calmly, and raised his right fist with a sigh—and at this moment, Angron let go of his hand suddenly, as if being shocked by electricity.

Khalil narrowed his eyes. At that moment, a golden flame flashed away, but it was not his handwriting.

Angron howled.

The sound collided and shattered between the rock walls, turning into an indescribable echo.

He started backing away, his fingers trembling—literally, every muscle in him was trembling at the moment.Khalil stared at him, aware that this broken mind was fighting the rage that was being forced upon him by something in the back of his head.

Angron knelt down slowly, and inserted his hands into the steel cable again.He trembled wildly, forced his muscles to work, clenched his teeth, and let out a low sigh afterward.

Half a minute, or a century later, he spoke.

His voice sounded like a piece of oozing flesh, or something related to blood.Hoarse, broken, and, sadly, even when he was talking, his voice sounded like a scream.

"Get out of here," Angron said, his head bowed, clutching at the source of his pain tremblingly. "You have to leave"

Khalil didn't answer, so Angron growled—or rather, screamed: "Go! Go! Go! I don't need your help!"

Khalil still didn't answer, he just stared, the time stretched out, becoming something within his grasp.He stared at Angron again, observing him with a vision unique to psionic power.In this view, the cables behind his head glowed.

Then he sighed.

"No, you need it," he said, and moved closer to Angron again.

The latter roared angrily, but there was not only anger in it, but also fear.

He whimpered and howled, grabbed the steel cables, and kept backing away with blood and tears, trying to stay away from those who approached him.Oinomouth's name kept flashing in his mind, and it was connected with some broken images.

Oinomouth, father.

Oinomouth, love.

Oinomouth, teacher.

Oinomouth, kill.

Oinomouth, dead.

Then, a picture flashed before his eyes, a picture that he had tried to forget, but was forced to remember by the Butcher's Nails.

It was Oinomouth—the mangled body of the man he regarded as his father, and he heard himself weeping, and the laughter of the slaveholders.

"No—!" He howled miserably, and his hands pierced through the steel cable angrily, causing another burst of pain that made his skull swell.

He has endured to the limit.He had violated the Butcher's Nails too many times tonight.So they punished him with unprecedented force.

The crimson curtain came back, turning everything into twisted monstrosities, and the voice of Oynormouth rang in his ears, eerie and piercing, crying Angron's name, asking him to kill all who appeared The creature before his eyes.

The father asks, and the son obeys.

So Angron jumped up and laughed distortedly. He waved his hands and grabbed Kalil again. His needle-like pupils frantically moved up and down, as if he was looking for a suitable way to die for Kalil. .

He—or rather, it, even has an expectation in its consciousness, it wants to see its prey struggle, so that more blood will flow.

But its prey did not struggle.

Its prey just held its cheeks, and then wiped the blood under the eye sockets for it, as if wiping away the traces of tears.It was stunned, unable to understand, and stood there for more than ten seconds.

The biting of the nails started getting worse during this time, and even started to burst the blood vessels in his forehead, and the rage returned.

But it couldn't move at all.A force forced it to be stuck in place, and its fingers were shaking, but it just couldn't exert force.

And its prey stared into its eyes calmly, shaking its head slowly.

"It's you again." It heard him speak softly, and in that soft voice, there was a terrible emotion gathering.

After that, thunder came.
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fire.

Angron opened his eyes in bewilderment. He had just seen flames, a golden flame.However, after he opened his eyes, the flame disappeared, leaving only a warm temperature.

It was dark all around, and he felt as if he was floating, so he looked down and saw a river of blood, the smell of blood was so strong that it seemed to drown people.He looked at the river, wondering how he got here.

In fact, he didn't know where he was just now, and the chaotic broken parts filled his mind, making everything appear chaotic and disorderly.

This feeling of doubt did not last long, because there was a roaring sound that was fleeting, the temperature dissipated, and the pain and darkness came together in the next second. He couldn't help crying out, and the wish of death flashed in his heart Pass.

He sank deep into the bottom of the river.

When he opened his eyes, all directions were filled with blood and bones. The dead stared at him with wide open eyes, and some even stretched out their hands to keep him here.Angron frowned in disgust, he held his breath, and headed upstream, wanting to leave here and return to the place where the flames existed.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to leave.

The river bound him, held him, and a million dead whispered in his ear, promising such things as glory, but Angron didn't care.He just wanted to go back, either to the place of the flames, or to his brothers and sisters.

He doesn't like blood, he doesn't like killing people, he never did.
Until Oinomouth's voice came from his ear.

"Your favorite."

Angron's eyes widened, he turned his head and saw a face he was so familiar with. Oinomouth, his father, was smiling quietly at him in the river of blood.

"Euinomouth!" Angron called with his mouth open, swallowing a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care, he had to express his joy.

Angron swam over happily, trying to give his father a hug, but at that moment, a familiar pain hit him, and he screamed and swallowed more blood.The familiar scarlet came back, but his father stood there and smiled approvingly at him.

"Yes." Oinomouth with scarlet eyes smiled and nodded. "This is it, drink it, my child, and become the embodiment of fury, the source of murder. You will have the power of martial prowess, and you will make every world call your name. You must make me proud, child. "

He spread his hands and asked with a smile, "Don't you want to make me proud?"

I thought, Oinomouth, of course I wanted to—but—

"No but, child."

The smile disappeared, and the sternness when he had taught him martial arts returned.

"Don't you like the cheers from the stands when you slay your opponent? Remember, Angron, they cheered for you! They rejoice when you swing your sword, and they rejoice when you kill. Is it so Is it not good? Violence is a desire rooted in the human heart. Everyone has a violent factor. You just used a legal means to set them free. You are their hero, Angron, you are not a slave gladiator. "

The dead Oinomouth laughed wildly, "And you will be my hero."

Angron looked at him in bewilderment, gulping down the blood in the river.Oinomouth looked at him with joy, and his approval was beyond words.

So Angron smiled, and a kind of pride flashed through his chaotic mind-a child always wants to make his father proud
Everything seems to be a foregone conclusion.

'Oinomouth's face began to grow more ferocious, and the smile almost became a terrible expectation.

He twitched his fingers nervously, and Angron heard people's cheers and the clash of swords.He gradually closed his eyes, and stopped struggling like a drowned person, losing all his strength.He felt serene and peaceful.
Until the sound of thunder.

Angron woke up suddenly, 'Oinomouth' howled angrily.

The skins of the old gladiator turned over.Brass, spiked armor replaced skin and muscle.Scarlet eyes, as if burning with fire, replaced human eyes.

He stood there, Angron almost screamed just by appearing, his rationality could not bear His coming, and He ignored his emotions, just roared and stretched out his right hand, stirring up the river of blood, Trying to catch Angron.

And so thunder came.

A giant appeared before Angron.

He is draped in golden flames, and his eyes are shining brightly with the brilliance of Senlan.

Then he sneered.

"Go away," he said softly. "Go back to where you belong."

In the next second, the blood river disappeared suddenly.

　ok, extraordinary update, no card, no leak, Jiageng finished writing the climax in one go.

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