High tower elevator.
Angron held his breath. Beside him was his mentor, Eunomous.
To his right was Big Idiot, and three skilled Gladiators.
The elevator ascended.
Angron and the others tried their best to control their breathing, as Big Idiot truly stank. The foul odor made Angron and the others prefer to fight countless High Knights rather than smell it again!
The elevator creaked as it ascended. The moment the elevator doors opened...
Angron rushed out immediately.
These mortals experienced the power of a Primarch for the first time. Angron grabbed a High Knight's leg and swung him like a flail. Flesh shattered, and skulls twisted and deformed with each impact. When the last High Knight was smashed to death by Angron using the High Knight in his hand, he held the High Knight's severed leg and greedily inhaled the scent of blood in the air.
It was... too stinky!
After arriving at the Upper Hive, the Butcher's Nails quickly tried to survey the terrain and environment, and to find some information about what was hindering his exploration up there.
Ultimately, the Butcher's Nails found nothing.
Angron looked at his surroundings.
Steel-boned concrete and a crimson dome were above his head. The Gothic archway directly in front was unlit, with endless darkness and shadows blowing a cold wind, awaiting their entry.
Next to it, hexagonal honeycomb windows flowed with an eerie red light. Below the windows, corpse after corpse lay in various poses. They were cast in molten iron. Angron could see that these individuals were once human, but they had been brutally cast in molten iron while alive.
"What should we do now?"
Angron asked.
"I don't know... something is blocking me!"
The Butcher's Nails gave his feedback.
"Move forward, Angron!"
Eunomous also gave his answer at this moment.
As the six of them walked forward with their weapons, lights began to flicker within the archway, like a demon king's reward for heroes. Until they saw the twenty-meter-high gates, each door adorned with intricate red gears, from which hung dried corpses. As they arrived, the gates began to creak open.
The crimson gears began to turn.
"The Undefeated?"
A male voice, accompanying the opening of the gates, entered everyone's ears.
They saw a man seated on a high throne, an elegant middle-aged man in opulent attire. His eyes were blue, and beside him stood rows of scholars in blue hooded robes, holding books.
"Undefeated, I am Iriis! Ruler of Maldon!"
"Surrender now! I can offer you a less painful death!"
Iriis stroked the human skull on his throne. He showed a hint of interest in Angron, who had managed to penetrate his domain, but his eyes held more of the indignation of his garden being defiled by a wild dog!
"For Angron!"
The Gladiators shouted Angron's name as they raised their firearms and shot at Iriis, who was seated on the throne.
But the bullets they fired hung suspended in the air.
"Psyker!"
The Butcher's Nails immediately sensed trouble, simply because he had no experience fighting Psykers until now.
As for Angron... "Noisy!"
Iriis snorted coldly. He waved his hand in the air, and with a psychic blast, three Gladiators were instantly eliminated.
Eunomous watched this scene with great sorrow. He raised the axe in his hand and, without a word, threw it. As one of the scholars looked up, his great axe flew back at an even faster speed. Angron, seeing this, seized the opportunity and caught the axe in his hand!
Then eight scholars stepped forward, and powerful psychic energy directly suppressed everyone in place.
"The nail!!! Think of something!"
Angron stood in front of Eunomous, single-handedly enduring the psychic impact with his flesh and blood body.
"Don't rush."
The Butcher's Nails said unhurriedly.
Psychic power! Psychic power!
He was now the Butcher's Nails, how could he use such a thing!
If that's the case!
"Data analysis in progress..."
"Unknown energy being recorded..."
"Stored!"
"The nail!!!!!!!!"
Angron was completely immobilized. The psychic energy constantly ravaged his body. The strength he had gained from the High Knights quickly shattered. Angron could have used his powerful physique to charge forward and kill these sorcerers, but what about Eunomous behind him!
"What's the rush, angron unit two!"
The Butcher's Nails continuously absorbed the painful emotions from Angron. These dark emotions transformed into electronic signals. He was waiting and collecting, not enough! Still not enough!
"New data detected."
New data?
The Butcher's Nails was very curious about what this new data was.
Soon, when the red emotions surged into the Butcher's Nails' database, the Butcher's Nails felt somewhat refreshed. His countless sharp and subtle data tendrils rubbed against Angron's nerves. This was anger!
This was anger from Angron!
"Psychic power? What a coincidence, I can't use it... But this thing... I hope you all like it!"
Red light emanated from Angron's body. These subtle rays passed through the air and struck in front of the Psykers. This was not psychic energy, but common electricity and fire in the physical universe. They danced and cheered, drilling directly into the brain nerves of a Psyker. The faint red current began to burn the Psyker's brain nerves. After a few seconds...
"Ah!!!"
A wail sounded. Angron watched the sorcerer clutch his head and fall to his knees. He knew this was an opportunity!
"Wait!"
The Butcher's Nails spoke. It was not yet time, after all... Above the city walls of the Hive City, an automatic turret was constantly rotating. When its muzzle aimed at the High Hive...
"Impact preparation!"
Impact! What impact!
"Now! Angron!!!!"
The countless carved Gothic walls behind Iriis suddenly collapsed. Accompanied by the sound of cannon fire, Angron surged against the shockwave. Iriis's elegant face was distorted by the cannon impact. The nobility of a Psyker was at this moment in a state of disarray.
He fell directly from the throne, but facing Angron's descending great axe, he seemed to smell blood.
The Butcher's Nails felt something was wrong. This guy was smiling!
"Angron, dodge!"
Although he didn't know why the Butcher's Nails told him to dodge!
But victory was in hand!
Angron swung upwards, and the next moment... he struck nothing... "Wild dog... have a good time playing with your friends!"