blogombal Chapter 75 This is Liu Bei, whose ability to fight again and again despite repeated defeats is unmat
Chapter 75 This is Liu Bei, whose ability to fight again and again despite repeated defeats is unmat
Chapter 76 This is Liu Bei, whose ability to fight again and again despite repeated defeats is unmatched.
When the demon was thrown back into the center of the arena, the entire place fell completely silent in an instant.
The tens of thousands of World Eater warriors, who had already lost some of their rationality due to their repeated experiences of death, were now completely silent, even holding their breath in unison.
Their gazes were all focused on the imposing figure who was walking step by step into, or rather, back to, the center of the arena.
Driven by instinct, the World Eaters involuntarily began to bend their knees...
"Don't kneel! This is a battlefield; no soldier kneels in battle!"
A majestic and powerful voice echoed between heaven and earth, and all the Devourers immediately understood one thing.
Their legion commander, their Primarch, their father has returned!
"I am not your father."
However, it was as if Angron could hear the thoughts of the World Eaters, and in fact, the emotions of these tens of thousands of people were indeed absorbed and sensed by his abilities.
"I'm not qualified to be your father either, but..."
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In that instant, Angron recalled his time in Nukelia.
"No one is allowed to participate in the battle. Just watch from the sidelines. I'm about to give you a lesson—perhaps the last one!"
It wasn't after the Butcher's Nail was implanted, but before that, under the tutelage of that "mentor".
Learn the gladiators' fighting techniques, survival methods, and—
"A gladiator's battle, survival, and... honor!"
As soon as Angron finished speaking, two meteors descended from the sky side by side and crashed down in front of the Primarch.
That was the Primarch's signature weapon, the chainsaw axe known as "Bloodfather" and "Bloodson".
"Now that things have come to this, what face do you have left to talk about honor?!"
The demon let out a terrifying roar and flapped its fleshy wings to pounce on Angron at incredible speed.
Clang! Clang!
The two pairs of weapons collided violently, and Angron's feet sank into the ground almost instantly.
Even Primarchs who are over three meters tall appear somewhat small in front of this warp demon.
"I possess everything about you—every battle you fought, every memory you have, every outburst of anger you suffered—all of it is recorded in my records."
The demon swung its massive weapons wildly, moving so fast that even the eyesight of an ordinary Astartes could only catch afterimages.
Whether they liked it or not, the World Eaters had no choice but to follow the Primarch's orders and watch the battle from the sidelines, because they knew very well that if they got close now, they probably wouldn't even be able to withstand the aftershocks of the battle.
This is a true war between demigods and demons.
"From the very beginning, you were just my slave, my puppet, my mount! I am the real Angron!"
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"No, you are just a butcher's nail."
Angron appeared to be passively and struggling to defend against the demon's attacks, but upon closer observation, it became clear that as the battle continued, the range of motion he needed to block the attacks became smaller and smaller, and the timing and angle of his deflections became more and more precise.
"You might be able to replicate my past."
Finally, Angron took his first step.
The tide of battle has turned.
"But a great gladiator grows stronger with every battle!"
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Angron's chainsaw axes formed a blood-red whirlwind as he swung them. At first glance, it seemed like he was just swinging the axes randomly, but in reality, every strike was a prediction of the demon's attack, deflecting the demon's weapon and using the reaction force to strike the demon's vitals!
Controlling rage, with a touch of shrewdness beneath the surface of brute force.
Watching the battle from afar, Sun Qian couldn't help but sigh once again that the real Primarch and the Primarch puppet being manipulated were worlds apart.
"Damn it, how is this possible? This wasn't in the calculations..."
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Finally, after parrying the two weapons of the demonic principality, Angron seized an opening and launched a powerful upward slash with his chainsaw axe.
Upon seeing this, the demon immediately flapped its wings, attempting to take flight and turn to create distance to dodge the attack. Whoosh!
But Angron seemed to have anticipated this, as he had already loosened his grip on the axe handle.
Clang!
The chainsaw axe, thrown with pinpoint accuracy, struck the demon's head and embedded itself deeply into its skull.
Just like what Sun Qian had done to him before.
Warp demons are creatures like that, relentless and never learning from their mistakes.
Just as Angron leaped up, ready to pull the demon down...
"Damn it!!!"
Pia!!
You can see flesh and blood splattering in mid-air, but this is not the demon self-destructing; it is only the outer layer of skin and flesh that explodes.
Amidst the billowing blood mist, what was revealed beneath the demon was not bones or muscles.
Instead, it was a jumble of metal cables tangled together...
Or rather, the butcher's nail!
It seems this is the true form of this demon.
"As expected, imitating such a low-level structure as yours is just a waste of time."
What rang out now was no longer a roar like that of the demon Angron, but a cold and sinister mechanical voice.
The mechanical demon had transformed into a sphere made of Butcher's Spikes, the shape of which immediately reminded Sun Qian of the Tengora from Pokémon. However, its wings on its back had grown even larger, and countless eyeball-like structures had appeared between the wing membranes.
This is somewhat like the mysterious creature that appeared in the Old Testament of the Bible.
"It's time to unleash the true power that the Creator has bestowed upon me."
Buzzing sounds—thump-thump-thump!
These "eyes" don't seem to be just for show.
Bombs, missiles, plasma beams, thermal rays...
A torrential downpour of firepower poured down through these "eyes," pinning Angron firmly to the ground, rendering him immobile.
Not only that.
Sun Qian keenly noticed that the Butcher's Nail on Angron's head was also twitching, and the Primarch's face, which was as firm as a rock, was contorted with pain.
It's because the enemy's firepower is too strong... No, it's not just that.
In this realm of the mind, the fact that Angron could inflict such significant damage can only mean, "So that's how it is, I understand now... My flawed decisions in the battle were all due to data corruption caused by simulating your thought patterns. You've always been the coward. Angron, you're a complete loser, and you've always known that deep down, haven't you?"
The mechanical demon's voice was devoid of emotion, but even as Angron bit his gums until they bled, he couldn't refute those words.
This devastating barrage of firepower seemed familiar to him; when he led the slave gladiators in their revolt, he faced the same high-tech firepower suppression from slave owners.
For Angron, this was the final nightmare he had been running from, but would eventually have to face.
Yes, he's a loser.
No matter how much anger and resentment he directed at the emperor, there was one fact he could never deceive himself about.
Even without the Emperor's intervention, he and his slave gladiator brothers were destined to fail.
If I could win, if I could be as outstanding as my other Primarch brothers, enough to unify the homeworld before the Emperor arrives, the outcome might be different...
This guilt is the root of his self-hatred.
Perhaps that's true; I'm destined to be a failure. "I'm a failure too, and no one understands the taste of failure better than me."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A figure wielding two swords stood before Angron, parrying and deflecting attacks falling from the sky with swift sword swings.
This body was so small compared to the Primarch, yet for some reason, it felt so majestic to Angron at this moment.
"That's why I know better than anyone... even if perseverance doesn't guarantee victory, no one deserves to be called a loser before giving up!"
Upon hearing Liu Bei's words, Anglong's eyes widened, and the Butcher's Nail on his head stopped twitching.
At that moment, a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Get up, Angron."
Amidst the hail of bullets, Sun Qian's voice seemed strangely cheerful.
"This is a realm where willpower determines victory or defeat, especially when it comes to the spirit of never giving up despite repeated defeats."
"My elder brother Liu Bei is probably unmatched throughout history, both in China and abroad!"
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