Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"A new tyrant more terrifying than that slave owner?"

"What nonsense!"

"I saw a real human being, a person a hundred times more human-like than the slave owner, although he also used supernatural power..."

"You, you always blame the slave master for your problems. You are the only one who is clean. You, this guy, have stood on the opposite side of mankind and become a lackey of the God of Darkness. You are still here talking shamelessly? I can’t believe you are actually my real body!”

When he heard the original body commenting on the new leader he had chosen, and believed that the liberator in his heart was a new tyrant more terrifying than the slave owner on the golden throne, the clone Angron became angry, and even exploded when refuting the original body. Bad language.

Although the clone Angron also heard what the original clone said from Corax, who was also the original clone, he did not believe what he heard.

Without the Butcher's Nails, the Angron clone can do many things that the original version cannot and is unwilling to do.

Such as reading.

Clone Angron investigated the man who was full of big words, and found that the man was not just talking big words, he was actually fighting for a great cause, and he also did practical things for his people.

Just like Nukyria is part of Great Ultramar, the Tyrone sector also has its own " Nukyria ", but after that Nukyria was included in the Tyron Gate defense zone, the gladiators on it Once liberated, they are free to join the Tyrone Army or choose to become a civilian.

The slave owners and their executioners were all executed. Among them, the nobles who openly resisted the management of the sector were even had their heads blown off by the guards on the spot.

"Tyrant slave owners always pretend to be themselves, you inexperienced fool!" The demon primarch paced back and forth, still hating the iron that cannot be transformed into steel, and yelling, "That damn bastard Fabius instilled it in you. How many memories? Only when I was picked up from Nukeria by the slave owner with the yellow light?"

"I've heard what you said." Clone Angron recalled what he heard from one of his clone brothers.

That is, the clone Guilliman.

Guilliman believed that everything the Tyrone sector did when it took over the planet Nukeria, which was a replica of it, was just a way to win over the locals. If the planet was not important, if the ruler of the planet was more important, value, then the sector will make the same decision as the emperor did - compromise.

But Angron refuted Guilliman: "Well, to be honest, I think it is a tactic to win over, but at least they are willing to do something instead of throwing away the suffering people like the slave owner who found me. Not listening in the gutter.”

When recalling these little things, Clone Angron heard his own body roaring and asking him why.

And when he wanted to speak out what he was thinking, he saw his original body scratching his head irritably, and finally picked up the giant sword, breathing heavily and staring at his clone.

"I don't usually talk so much nonsense, I don't even bother to talk... That damn nail is still tormenting me after I became a demon."

"I'm willing to listen to you say a few more words, not just because you have a special ability that can make me calm a little bit."

"It's also because of you bastard! You idiot is my clone! And you still don't have nails. At least it allows me to use my few remaining normal brains to think about what I would have done if I didn't have nails in my spare time. What kind of person is he?"

The original demon surrounded his clone and walked sideways slowly.

"Then I saw that I would be a gullible person."

"Otherwise, why are you standing here for a tyrant who likes to talk nonsense more than the slave owner who talks about morality, and being an enemy of me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the original demon rushed towards the clone and waved the giant sword in his hand.

Its speed was astonishingly fast, and it rushed to him almost before the clone could react, and cut off its shoulder with a sword.

The clone felt the pain in shock.

He thought he had the strength to fight...

But facts have proven that it is not without reason that the demonic primarchs who have ascended to demons have survived from 10,000 years ago to the present and are still causing trouble to mankind.

They are indeed stronger.

The Daemon Primarch no longer had the patience to continue speaking at this time. It had little patience to begin with, and now it had even less patience after being offended by its own clone.

The sword that sealed the Great Demon of Chroma was raised again, still stained with the blood of the cloned Angron.

But just like before, when the sword was about to be swung down, the daemon primarch stopped again.

This time, what attracted the attention of the demon primarch was not the special ability of the clone in front of him, nor the Lord of Tyrone who suddenly came to kill him, but an airdrop pod that dropped rapidly from the sky.

"Why did the damn airdrop pod appear at this time and place?!" The demonic original asked with a hint of madness.

No one can answer it.

The airdrop pod continued to fall toward the ground.

The new airdrop pod, whose model the devil's original body did not recognize at all, gradually corrected its direction in the air and fell straight towards where the two original bodies were.

"Huh...huh..."

The demon primarch breathed heavily, looked around, and finally threw his giant sword towards the airdrop pod.

The giant sword pierced through the airdrop cabin with a cold light, and the ghost thing that suddenly appeared emitted black smoke and smashed down not far away.

Then the giant sword that imprisoned the demon automatically returned to its owner's hand.

After glancing at the drop pod that exploded on impact with the ground, the daemon primarch turned back to his clone, which grabbed the greatsword.

But when he was once again preparing to charge up before slashing, the demonic original turned back and took another look at the situation over there in the airdrop pod.

By the way, he also glanced at the sky and surroundings.

After hearing Kabanha's cry of pain when he was struck by lightning, the demon primarch raised his sword again with confidence.

"etc."

A sound came from the direction of the crash of the airdrop pod.

The daemon primarch was shocked to find that his body could not move, nor could he drop the giant sword in his hand.

Psionics.

Damn psychic powers.

"I hate this place! I hate everything here! Because this is an idealistic ghost place, so if there is something that doesn't want me to kill him, he won't die!" The devil's original body yelled at his clone, and then... He turned around impatiently.

The psychic energy binding the daemon primarch seemed to dissipate then, and it saw a woman.

A woman with minor injuries from a drop pod crash.

This woman's pupils exuded a familiar golden light.

"you……"

The strong body of the demon primarch trembled slightly.

"you you……"

"You damn slave-owning bastard, what made you choose to come here and die?"

I'm going to check it out today. Small update on Chapter 4.