Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monster Horde [170]

It was the long-lost thrill of excitement! In the past, Angron had never encountered an evenly matched-opponent in battle.

Everyone before him was like an ant—he could easily decapitate them with a single swing of his sword. The only opponents who had ever made him feel the slightest challenge were his former father and his current master, the great Blood God. Even his brothers were fragile in Angron's eyes.

But today, for the first time in ages, he tasted the bitterness of defeat. He was utterly overpowered, his body shattered into pieces.

However, it didn't matter; a body blessed by the great Blood God was different from that of mere mortals. In this Warp-filled Webway world, he was immortal.

"This is getting interesting! But if you're only planning to rely on your terrifying regenerative capability to wear me down, I'll be quite disappointed," Daram said.

"Heh! Don't worry, I won't disappoint you. With every resurrection, my great Father bestows me with even greater power!"

As he spoke, Angron's body had already regenerated. He became even more massive, his frame covered in bone spikes, his demonic armor enveloping him entirely, and his muscles swelling to their peak.

"ROAR!"

Angron bellowed and lunged at Daram.

The dark giant and the massive daemon collided, shaking the entire Webway with a deafening crash.

The two titans grappled fiercely. Previously, Angron's strength had been inferior to Daram's, but now the situation seemed to have changed.

The great daemon's strength no longer faltered. He wasn't pushed back as before. Angron opened his blood-stained maw and sank his teeth into the dark giant's shoulder, tearing through his armor and deeply into his flesh.

"Argh! ROAR!" Daram roared in pain, grabbing Angron's head with one hand. He tore off the daemon's horns, forced him down, and slammed him into the ground.

Using the demonic horns he had torn off, Daram stabbed out both of Angron's eyes. Then, raising his massive fists, he relentlessly smashed Angron's colossal daemon body into pieces.

Finally, he pinned Angron's head to the ground. Dark energy gathered in his hand, and with a sudden burst, he shattered the daemon's skull into fragments.

Demonic blood sprayed everywhere as Angron was once again pounded to death.

"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!" some lesser daemons began chanting madly in the distance.

At that moment, a massive daemon tail coiled around the dark giant's neck. Angron's headless body rose from the ground to continue the fight.

The terrifying daemon claws pinned Daram down as Angron's head began regenerating rapidly.

"Each time you kill me, I'll only grow stronger! I can tell—just like me, you love to fight. You're a berserker, too! Join my Father's embrace! Together, we'll offer blood to the Blood God and skulls to the Skull Throne!"

"If I have to kill you ten thousand times, then I'll kill you ten thousand and one!" Daram snorted coldly, slamming Angron into the ground once more.

He grabbed Angron's head and repeatedly smashed it into the ground, tearing off one of the daemon's arms in the process.

Terrifying dark energy concentrated in Daram's hands before erupting, crushing the daemon prince again.

The third death. The fourth death. The fifth death. The sixth death.

Each time Angron died, he seemed to grow stronger. It appeared that the four Chaos Gods had reached some sort of agreement. Not only was Khorne empowering Angron, but the other three—Nurgle, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch—also began bestowing their power upon him, making the berserker even stronger and more frenzied.

At this point, Angron had become a towering figure over 120 meters tall, with demonic wings spanning nearly 200 meters.

What had started as a one-sided beating had now turned into a balanced battle. Angron's body, blessed by the four Chaos Gods, had become a monstrous force.

Yet even so, the dark giant still held the upper hand with his overwhelming strength. After all, the dark giant had a cheat of his own.

When Daram killed Angron for the tenth time, Rhodes intervened, enhancing the dark giant's size and restoring him to full energy. With another devastating attack, he shattered Angron into pieces again.

The two Ace killers exchanged a glance, raising their golden greatswords as they began gathering radiant energy.

The power of the dark giant alone might not be enough to harm you, but what about the power of the Emperor?

Though killing Angron repeatedly couldn't destroy his soul, each death consumed Warp's energy. This energy was converted into system coins for Rhodes.

A Chaos God–blessed Angron was extremely valuable. Even without destroying his soul, merely killing his body brought great rewards.

After killing Angron a dozen times, Rhodes had earned 20,000 system coins. However, with the combined blessings of the four Chaos Gods, Angron had become an unkillable cockroach.

["Friend, you'd better hurry and seal the Webway entrance! Angron has been fully empowered by the Chaos Gods."]

["Your dark giant can no longer dominate the battlefield as it once did. Even if you manage to enhance its power, are you sure you still want to fight?"] the Emperor asked.

This dark giant is truly monstrous! Back in the day, even Horus, after being empowered by the Chaos Gods, was only about as strong as Angron is now. But to think that this dark giant could overpower him…

However, the soul of this dark giant hasn't entered the Warp. It seems that this guy's monstrous form is being protected by some kind of force. Those four bastards from Chaos can't do anything about his soul either. Otherwise, this battle would've been far more dangerous.

"I'll kill him a few more times. This time, I should be able to deal him a severe blow," said Rhodes.

At this moment, two Ace Killers had already gathered a formidable amount of golden psychic energy. As Angron was once again knocked down by Daram, the two assassins unleashed two golden slashes simultaneously.

These two massive slashes directly inflicted severe damage on Angron's soul and killed countless daemons within the Webway.

"Roar! Father! Is that you? Face me, you coward, you liar, you schemer!" Angron roared in fury as he stared at the two golden-armored giants before him.

Their appearance was almost identical to his memory of his father: the red cape, the imposing golden armor, and the massive sword in hand. The only difference was that the face beneath the golden helmet wasn't his father's.

In the Warp realm outside the Webway, countless daemons were gathered, their numbers stretching endlessly into the distance. If these daemons poured in, they could potentially expand the rift in the Webway even further.

Sitting upon the Golden Throne, the Emperor sighed helplessly and began channeling his psychic power. A massive golden sword, about a hundred meters long, formed within the Webway.

With a single sweep, the sword shot forward, destroying all the daemons in its path and completely banishing Angron from the Webway realm.

Amidst his angry and resentful roars, Angron did not resurrect this time. The two Ace Killers had already damaged his soul earlier, and now, with the Emperor's finishing blow, he was severely injured. Without the protection of the Chaos Gods, he would've been destroyed.

After the combined efforts of the two Ace Killers and the Emperor himself, the Webway was finally cleared of all daemons. The Emperor then used his power to seal off the Webway, creating a safe zone.

Over the past ten days, billions of daemons had been slaughtered, and the daemons that had accumulated within the Webway over millennia were finally eradicated.

The Emperor's power, which had recently been unleashed further due to no longer needing to suppress his darker side, allowed him to push the boundaries of the Webway outward and establish a relatively secure seal.

"I could keep fighting them for a few more days," Rhodes said.

["That's enough! If you keep going, I'm afraid the four of them will notice your existence. Your dark giant bears a strong resemblance to my darker side, and the golden giant could lead them to believe this is all my doing and not connected to you.

Besides, the Daemon Princes are very special, as are the Greater Daemons. They're incredibly hard to kill. Even with my power, it's difficult—those four Chaos Gods will keep protecting them.

The fact that we managed to clear out all the daemons in the Webway is already beyond my expectations. Without your help this time, I wouldn't have been able to clean the Webway so thoroughly. This large area can now serve as a buffer zone,"] the Emperor said.

This achievement was truly remarkable—it even surpassed what the Custodian Guard had managed to accomplish in ten thousand years. Pushing the daemons out of the Webway had made the Emperor very pleased.

"I'll be careful. I won't let the other three Chaos Gods, apart from Slaanesh, notice me," Rhodes nodded and said.

["Oh? So you're not afraid of being noticed by Slaanesh? Don't tell me you have some strange ideas about Slaanesh. That being is a freak!"]

"Slaanesh has already noticed me," Rhodes replied.

["Who told you Slaanesh noticed you? None of the four have detected you—I've been protecting you this entire time."]

"But didn't that Laughing God say that Slaanesh was targeting me?" Rhodes asked, confused.

["You believed that guy? He's a total troll. He just wanted to use you to draw Slaanesh's attention away from him and lighten his burden,"] the Emperor explained.

"Son of a... Laughing God, you bastard! Luckily, I was cautious and didn't show up in person."

["You've taken the Webway usage rights from him—that's not something he gave you for free. Next time you see that guy, make sure to demand more benefits from him. For now, he's on our side against the Chaos Gods,"] the Emperor said.

Hearing this, Rhodes nodded. I need to get myself a few more beautiful Eldar girls, he thought.