Sanguinius' wings slightly lifted, shimmering with a warm, sun-like glow.
Angron's brain was occupied by the Butcher's Nails, his will consumed by rampant madness, but he was still a Primarch.
He could feel that Sanguinius was different from before, even more dangerous—
In an instant, Angron only saw a storm of gold and crimson surge towards him, with only explosions echoing in the air.
Angron only managed to slightly shift his body to dodge.
However, the Spear of Accomplishment pierced through Angron's right shoulder like an arrow.
The two Primarchs were so close that Angron could almost smell the blood gushing from Sanguinius' wound.
The Archangel chuckled, and the spear slightly lifted.
The sharp blade was directly pulled out from Angron's shoulder blade, creating a splash of blood.
In an instant, only half of Angron's left shoulder remained attached to his torso.
Angron let out a furious roar, attempting to swing the Zandiares in his hand at Sanguinius.
Sanguinius lightly dodged Angron's incoming greatsword.
The Spear of Accomplishment drew an arc in mid-air with a speed and grace unattainable by mortals, its tip lightly brushing Angron's eye.
The sound of the spear cutting through the air was so clear and melodious, reminiscent of a gentle breeze passing through a spacious palace late at night.
A stream of blood erupted from Angron's eye, strikingly similar to the Scarlet Scar in the sky of Baal.
Sanguinius' spear tip momentarily plunged this daemon Primarch into darkness.
"You see, my blessing is stronger than yours."
Sanguinius' body gracefully bowed, and the Spear of Accomplishment stabbed upwards towards Angron's throat.
The spear tip pierced Angron's throat, half of it emerging from the back of his neck.
For mortal flesh, this move would be fatal, but Angron was, after all, a daemon Primarch.
His axe blade was firmly caught on the ornate tip of Sanguinius' exquisite Spear of Accomplishment, preventing Sanguinius' spear tip from advancing even an inch further.
"This is also our father's fault; he put too many decorations on the spear tip," Sanguinius sighed softly.
Then he suddenly used the leverage to pull out the spear tip, and the spear instantly transformed into hundreds of thousands of light points, stabbing into Angron's body, as if they were hundreds of thousands of laser beams.
The Lord of the Red Veil was instantly covered in profusely bleeding wounds.
"You were first a slave to nobles, then a slave to rage, a slave to our father, and now a slave to the Blood God."
Sanguinius said in a gentle voice:
"I understand your rage, but I cannot understand your choice. To betray one person and then become a slave to another, does that grant you any freedom? I only see you being shackled with heavier chains."
"However, if you don't mind betraying the Blood God again, the one who blessed me can offer you a complete end and peaceful slumber, so at least you can escape the pain."
Saying this, Sanguinius looked at Alexander behind him.
Alexander appropriately shook the four-dimensional pocket on his belly, the smile on his lips as if welcoming Angron inside.
Angron roared, spittle flying, and the Zandiares drew an arc in mid-air, slashing at Sanguinius.
However, Sanguinius, enhanced by the acceleration gears, was too fast; even Angron, also a Primarch, could not keep up with his speed.
Even Jaghatai Khan, arguably the swiftest of the Primarchs, would likely struggle to keep up with the Archangel now.
Sanguinius dodged perfectly; the Zandiares grazed Sanguinius' golden armor by less than half a centimeter.
"Is that all the Blood God's blessing can give you?" Sanguinius' lips curved into a faint smile.
Angron, whose wounds were slowly healing, let out a roar.
He seemed to be mocking Sanguinius for also accepting the Warp's blessing and even being proud of it, using this to counter Sanguinius.
The once pure Archangel had also fallen into the power of the Warp!
Sanguinius nodded slightly, a smile on his lips: "Hmm, what about it?"
"Look at these wings of mine, do you think they're natural?"
"Ten thousand years ago, didn't you notice that my wings defied the laws of physics?"
As he spoke, Sanguinius gently vibrated the wings behind him, and the silver chains hanging from them softly clinked.
For some reason, the once pure white wings were now tinged with a metallic blue, seemingly indicating that Sanguinius had embraced powers that did not belong to him.
"Ten thousand years ago, when I first landed on Baal, I was blessed by the Warp and gained these wings."
"If we're talking about being blessed by the Warp, Angron, you are the latecomer."
"For ten thousand years, I was always fearful, fearful of the origin of the power within me, worried about its impurity, always hoping to prove myself with perfection and purity."
"But ten thousand years have passed, and I've come to understand... What about the Warp? Even Guilliman is not entirely isolated from the Warp."
Sanguinius gently raised the Spear of Accomplishment, its tip stained with blood, pointing it at Angron's massive body:
"I no longer need to prove my purity or loyalty to anyone. I am Sanguinius, and I am the embodiment of loyalty and purity."
There was no pride in his words, as if he were merely stating a fact.
Angron roared, and a scorching fire blazed on the Zandiares in his hand.
The Slaanesh daemon within the daemon weapon let out a painful wail; Angron was squeezing its power dry.
The Blood God's voice also echoed in Angron's ears, and the giant beast's entire body burned with an indescribable, twisted brass flame.
Angron lunged at Sanguinius like a Knight suit running at full speed.
"You are far inferior to me, Angron," Sanguinius said calmly, "It's just that I still owe a debt, and I need to use you to repay part of it."
Sanguinius' spear tip once again stabbed Angron's right shoulder, and in an instant, Angron's right shoulder was severed, dissipating into pure aether in mid-air, leaving only the Zandiares on the ground.
Just then, the entire tomb chamber trembled again, and Sanguinius' eyes slightly shifted.
Angron was bathed in blood, the Norn Emissary's blades having carved several terrifying gashes into its body, and psychic fire continuously scorched its soul.
Angron felt rage, uncontrollable rage.
First, Brother Maureste had exiled him to Baal Prime, then the Blood Knight Yor had brought out that strange toy sword...
After finally returning to Baal, he encountered these damned Tyranids in the Angel Keep.
Angron knew he had delayed too much time.
It roared, and the axe in its hand, formed from another Bloodthirster, chopped down, the heavy axe directly tearing open the Norn Emissary's skull, digging out its pale blue brain tissue.
The head of this terrifying Tyranids creature tilted and fell onto the battlefield, and the hive mind residing within it was also weakened.
In an instant, the thick Warp Shadow shrouding all of Baal significantly diminished.
In the Warp, the Blood God let out an excited growl, and Baal III was instantly reflected in his twisted, ferocious beast-eyes.
Khorne, with his beast-claws covered in brass armor, violently grabbed a twisted spear from among the thousands of weapons leaning beside the Brass Throne.
He aimed at Baal III, using Angron as an anchor.
Sanguinius, sensing this in the tomb chamber, his gaze subtly changed.
"The hive mind ultimately couldn't hold on..." He sighed softly, then abruptly used the Spear of Accomplishment to pick up the Zandiares from the ground and threw it to Alexander.
Alexander instantly reached out and caught the greatsword, which was a Slaanesh daemon, then without hesitation stuffed it into his four-dimensional pocket.
"Sorry, for now, just make do with this sword."
Sanguinius said softly:
"I need to banish Angron back to the Warp as soon as possible; the Blood God is watching..."
He had originally intended to subdue Angron and have Alexander use the four-dimensional pocket to completely sell him off.
However, Sanguinius felt the Blood God's gaze.
With the expansion of the Great Rift and the weakening of the hive mind, the Blood God could use the powerful Khorne blessing on Angron as an anchor to barely launch an attack directly into the real universe.
Angron's entire body seethed with deadly blood energy; he seemed displeased with Sanguinius' disregard, raising his sharp axe to strike Sanguinius.
"Static Field," Alexander's voice suddenly rang out.
A force field bubble shot from his fingertip, perfectly enveloping Angron's legs, and Angron's movements suddenly slowed by an imperceptible amount.
Sanguinius' figure became a blur; although Angron only slowed a little, in a Primarch's battle, in front of Sanguinius, who was enhanced by the acceleration gears, this slight slowdown was enough to be fatal—
Angron's head was instantly severed, so fast that Angron himself didn't even react.
His body violently fell to the ground, dissipating into a flurry of bloody light points where he stood.
The Blood God in the Warp let out a furious roar, heavily plunging the spear in his hand back into the sand beside the throne.
Baal III, reflected in his eyes, suddenly began to blur, and a blazing blue-gold light, like wings, completely enveloped Baal III.
In an instant, a chaotic Warp storm of intertwined gold and blue swept forth, and Baal III was swallowed by it in the blink of an eye, becoming hazy, as if hidden in the gap between reality and the Warp, causing the Blood God's power projected onto Baal to instantly diminish significantly.
In the Warp, Jaghatai Khan stood beside the gradually dissolving Warp corpses of eight Bloodthirsters, gazing at the scene before him.
Baal was being swallowed by a pale golden Warp storm, and an Archangel composed of blue and gold light was suspended in the storm, casting a gaze towards the Khan.
The Khan noticed a twisted fissure on the Archangel's body, running between his wings, the fissure filled with the blasphemous power of the Four Gods and the aura of Horus.
The Archangel's lips curved into a smile, which made the Khan feel a slight sense of unease.
A voice suddenly echoed in his ear.
"Do you want to come with me to find Guilliman? The three of us can form a new Second Empire, and you can be the Warmaster of the Second Empire."
The Khan shivered, almost without hesitation, he mounted his motorcycle and led the Stormseers back into the Webway.