Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

When the demonic original pinched his clone, flew hard and fell down, and returned to the battlefield, they also discovered that the two sides of the war, which were originally evenly matched, now competed for a temporary winner.

The Drakasi, the demon army, and the plague warriors, this combined army that was still fighting the enemy just now, is now retreating towards the Skull Fortress.

The Daemon Primarch couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Under the bombardment of the Titan Legion and artillery units, the servants of the Blood God were marching away in an orderly manner.

The vampires lined up in a neat square formation, walking in unison like victors rather than losers in a staged battle.

A few vampires kept watch over the retreating troops, slaughtering undisciplined soldiers from Drakasi's mortal legions.

The Plague Marines were already one step ahead, and for some reason, those bastards became elusive.

After watching the retreat for a while, the Daemon Primarch realized why the Blood God tolerated this cowardly act.

Because this was an orderly strategic transition, rather than a massive rout, military discipline and order were still vividly displayed at this time.

There was no trace of panic, and the retreating troops evacuated in an orderly manner, leaving behind a broken unit from time to time when the enemy caught up.

After the Blood God turned the ritual brewing by the demon army into a canyon on the useless scorched earth on Broome, this phased battle that started with an encounter has undoubtedly failed. The Drakasi nobles who commanded the battle planned planned a strategic retreat.

The war will eventually advance to the offensive and defensive battle of Skull Fortress.

Everything related to the war taking place on Broome at this moment could be sensed by the demon primarch, and he was surprised to find that there was still a battle going on somewhere.

So the demonic original grabbed his clone's throat and rushed to where there was still fighting without hesitation.

After arriving at the target location, the demonic original body threw his clone body hard to the ground, and then the entire huge body could not hold on. It hit the ground like a crash, and lay down in a deep pit like a meteorite. For a while.

The cloned Angron was originally injured in the battle with the demon primarch, and was thrown out by it. At this time, he could only stand up.

But he still held on to his body and wanted to stay away from here, so he looked for a way to escape while observing all the enemies present.

A dozen Space Marines in crimson armor were slaughtering the mortal legions they had routed.

A fallen knight that appears to be imprinted with the Blood God's faith is assisting the Space Marines in killing mortals.

Clone Angron retreated, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly discovered that there was a person behind him.

The man was wearing red armor, standing there breathing heavily, holding two axes in his hands and exposing his left arm.

"Huh...huh..." A heavy breathing sound containing anger came from the helmet decorated with two long strips.

Clone Angron picked up a chain sword on the ground with one hand, used it like a dagger, and then faced the Chaos Space Marine in front of him.

At the same time, he glanced at the body that fell in the pit next to it. After confirming that it had temporarily lost its ability to move, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Father of Genes..." A call came from the armor that made clone Angron disbelieving.

"Who are you?" Angron asked as he looked at the red-armored warrior in front of him.

The answer to Clone Angron's question was not words but actual actions.

The space warrior took off his helmet, revealing his face with a ferocious expression, and stared at the clone of the Gene Father in front of him with eyes full of grievance, anger and blame.

"Ka...Kahn?"

"It's you?"

…

After a while.

"That bastard Fabius, I should have chopped off his dog head and hung it around my waist!"

"That damn bastard, I want him to die without a burial place!"

Next to the pile of corpses, Kahn sat next to the campfire, gritting his teeth and venting his dissatisfaction with Fabius Bayer's behavior.

Other Space Marines stood nearby.

Although he was extremely dissatisfied with Fabius for cloning Angron, Kahn had no feelings for the father of the cloned gene next to him. Even the father of the original gene would not make him kneel down and cry bitterly right away.

He is no longer the filial son he used to be.

The Daemon Primarch lay among the piles of corpses, breathing hard and gradually recovering from the pain caused by the Emperor.

It wants to kill everyone including Kahn right now, especially its own fakes, but it doesn't have the strength to do so yet.

Holding the clone and flying for a long time is more like a last-ditch battle.

"Kahn, why are you here?" Clone Angron asked with a complicated mood.

"Wherever there is... wherever there is war..." Kahn gritted his teeth as he spoke, "Wherever there is... there is the Butcher Warband and me."

Seeing Kahn in this state, Clone Angron lowered his head in silence.

In his memory, Karn has always been a scion of the World Eaters Legion who has never left him.

Kahn has always longed for the return of the Gene Father. After the Gene Father's return, he did not feel like some people that the crazy Gene Father was not worthy of being the leader of the Legion.

Kahn has retrieved the mad Angron many times.

In order to get closer to the father of genes, Kahn and several other people even led the promotion of Butcher's Nails.

The clone Angron, who has the memory of his original body but did not strike the Butcher's Nail, is full of guilt for Kahn, because in his view, Kahn is the representative of the people in the Legion who have never left him but have gone astray because of it.

"The Conqueror was destroyed." Kahn said to the two gene fathers at the same time, "but I found Lotara."

As soon as he finished speaking, an image was projected from the fallen knight.

A woman wearing a white uniform with a red bloody hand symbol on her chest appears.

It was the former captain of the Conqueror, Lotara Saleen, who was suspected of being a machine spirit AI and whose whereabouts were unknown after the Conqueror was destroyed in the Battle of Cadia.

When Lotara appeared, the Daemon Primarch lying panting on the mountain of corpses looked sideways.

"Two primarchs?" Lotara stood with her hands behind her hands, looking back and forth between the two Angrons in surprise, "Why are there two bastards?"

"Why are you still alive?" asked the Daemon Primarch.

"A guy named Vashtor rescued me from the wreckage of the battleship and stuffed me into this knight." Lotara replied, and then asked complainingly, "No matter why there are two of you, Why didn't you come to me? What were you doing when the Conqueror was destroyed? Now the worst war on this damn planet has broken out and you show up? Huh?"

Clone Angron lowered his head.

The daemon primarch looked away.

Both Angrons responded to Lotara's complaining inquiry with silence.