Upon the crimson earth, the Gate of the Red Angel continued to fluctuate endlessly.
Xiao Chen had been observing it for several hours, and during this time, the number of demons surging from the Gate of the Red Angel gradually began to dwindle.
Clearly, Khorne had already achieved certain victories on multiple major fronts, even destroying a Hive City. Yet, no demons were spawning from within the gate, which was extremely strange.
"The thrill of battle!"
At that moment, a massive figure stepped out of the Gate of the Red Angel. It was the Daemon Primarch Angron, the loyal War Hound of Khorne.
His aura was intensely violent, and his physique utterly gargantuan. Blessed by Khorne, his body had swelled to the size of a small knight mech. Rugged legs supported his immense frame, and the giant wings on his back could lift him into flight at any moment.
[Does the host wish to capture this piece directly?]
[After selecting 'Confirm', the host can reach out and seize the piece directly.]
"Confirm!"
Richard rubbed his palms together, eagerly anticipating the moment the Primarch would fall into his hands.
The instant Angron prepared to take flight, a pair of enormous golden hands grabbed him! A tremendous pulling force seized Angron and his Subspace essence. Dragged by a higher-dimensional force, Angron was completely unable to resist.
Khorne: "Holy crap, a cuckold!"
As the Blood God, Khorne could not accept Angron being abducted by another being—especially those enormous golden hands, which bore a striking resemblance to the Emperor's. He could not allow The Cursed One of the Subspace to succeed.
Thus, he stood tall. Under the gaze of all the demons, he extended his arm.
"What kind of existence dares to challenge the great Blood God?"
All the demons cheered, for this meant that their invincible Blood God was finally taking action.
Just as Richard lifted Angron, a pair of blood-red hands suddenly seized Angron's neck! Both sides engaged in a tug-of-war within some higher-dimensional space, and even the scene on the chessboard became highly distorted.
[Detection: A player refuses to accept defeat. Enforcing GW Rulebook.]
The moment this pop-up appeared, the pulling sensation Richard had felt vanished instantly! Those blood-red hands were severed by a mysterious force. Subsequently, his own hands became multicolored.
[Khorne: No, family, this isn't right!]
[The Cursed One isn't that perverted. This isn't the freaking Cursed One—what the hell is this thing!?]
Watching helplessly as Angron was abducted by the giant hands from the horizon, Khorne froze in place like an incompetent husband. The piece he had worked so hard to trick over was gone—just like that.
What would happen next? Without the World Eaters serving him in the material universe, how could he even take a seat at the table?
Clink, clink, clink…
On the ground of Armageddon, a massive Butcher's Nails piece fell just like that. It wasn't enough that the other party had abducted Angron—they had thrown the Butcher's Nails onto the floor!
This wasn't just a forced "NTR"… it was equivalent to taking off the "wedding ring" right in front of the victim!
For Khorne, this was unacceptable. His invincible will had been defeated today!
Khorne tended to his wounds and sat back on the Brass Throne. In that instant, all the demons looked on in shock. They didn't understand who could have defeated the great God of War. All they knew was that Angron, who always resided in the Realm of Chaos, had not returned.
"Dammit, dammit!"
Bloody roars erupted throughout the Realm of Chaos. Mindless murderous intent almost drove every relatively sane being into a frenzy.
Now, Khorne had only one thought: to find that meddling existence. His first suspected targets were not only the Emperor but also the Chaos God Tzeentch—because he could not imagine any god besides him capable of such a deed.
At this moment, Chaos God Tzeentch was still entertaining himself in the Subspace, controlling his followers. But he was only halfway through his fun when suddenly, a horde of Bloodthirsters pounded on the gates of his Labyrinth, rushing in to fight him!
[Chaos God Tzeentch: What happened?]
[What do you mean I plotted against you again, and now you're here to fight me?]
[When did I plot against you?]
[Ah, right… yes, yes, yes, I did it. What you're suffering is just part of change!]
Through endless variations, the Lord of Change eventually learned the truth under repeated questioning by the Blood God: Khorne's Angron had been hijacked, and a strange giant hand had defeated Khorne in a tug-of-war.
[Chaos God Tzeentch: Big news! The great Blood God has been cuckolded by a mysterious existence!]
[His Angron was kidnapped—everyone come see!]
[Slaanesh: Holy crap, what's going on? How did I not know about this huge event!?]
[Damn, what kind of existence could do such a thing? I must give him a heavy blessing… how could I not know about such a joyous event!]
The Subspace instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere—except for the old shut-in Father Nurgle, still brewing his soup. Two supreme beings in the Subspace had already found their own amusement.
[Chaos God Tzeentch: What a wonderful change! All part of the plan!]
[I say, big brother, calm down. Isn't it just one Angron? Why not get Rogal Dorn over here?]
[Slaanesh: LOL, could he even trick that smelly rock?]
[Inside his Subspace realm, the words "I am Rogal Dorn" still echo even now.]
Seeing these two mocking him, the Blood God seethed with rage. He wanted to shred them to pieces. Yet, attempting to kill a Chaos God was nearly impossible. Unless their meaning was completely overshadowed by continuous warfare, gods in the Subspace could not truly die.
Khorne: You just wait…
Khorne had no choice but to leave in anger. There was no chance to settle scores with the Emperor—he would never admit it anyway.
And so, a huge Angron figure appeared on Richard's tabletop. The model alone stood about 25 centimeters tall. Its crimson body was beyond the ability of any paint job to replicate. The armor, etched with war runes, was a true work of art.
The tiny war runes, just a millimeter in size, were carved so exquisitely that any hobbyist would be ecstatic.
Looking at the broken piece in his hand and then at the massive figure before him, Richard realized he didn't need to pay Name triple as promised. He could just give him this Angron figure, and Name would be thrilled.
Without delay, Richard carried the damaged piece and the giant Angron figure to Name's doorstep. He barely knocked before Name opened the door.
"Oh, that was fast! I was just about to go to the club, and you arrived!"
After exchanging pleasantries, Richard brought in the giant Angron figure. Name, a true hobbyist, practically drooled at the sight.
"Holy moly, Brother Richard, you've struck it rich!"
"A scale figure this big must have cost a fortune!"
"Didn't you say you didn't like the World Eaters? And now you bring this massive figure without a word—amazing!"
Richard shook his head, pushing the figure toward him.
"Remember when I borrowed your pieces? I lost them to an opponent."
"What?" Name was still dazed, but seeing the Angron figure, he quickly understood.
"So you plan to use this as compensation?"
"No need. Even buying pieces normally wouldn't match the value of this Angron figure!"
The war runes, the exquisite detail, and the sheer scale—all indicated a high-end custom model. Name was delighted.
"Alright, I won't hide it from you! I won this Angron after several games."
"An old battle-crazed fool insisted on betting with me… I lost some veteran pieces, but didn't I get something big in return?"
Richard didn't go into detail—after all, betting against the Blood God was hardly ordinary. Yet the important thing was that the brother in front of him was thrilled by the "real" Angron piece.
Richard had both humiliated the Blood God and delighted a hobbyist—ultimate victory.
"One does not offer favors without a hidden motive!" Name teased, already sketching drafts for Richard.
"In a few days, I'll color a few design sketches, and you can pick your favorite. Once chosen, I'll 3D-print a gender-bent version of the figure!"
Name eyed his small 3D printer and the giant Angron. One piece wouldn't suffice—it might be fun to print the entire World Eaters legion to accompany him.
"I'll also give you a set of World Eaters pieces, but you'll have to paint them yourself!"
Just as they discussed this, Richard's phone rang. It was his mother.
"Xiao Chen, when are you coming back? Your grandfather had a fall… the hospital mentioned something about pancreatic cancer. Come back if you can. His face is pale—it seems serious!"
Richard was shocked. His great-grandmother was still alive, so why was his grandfather in danger?
"Okay, I'll head back immediately. Uncles should be home too, right?"
Crying sounded on the line. Richard hung up, heart heavy. The thrill of mocking the Blood God instantly vanished, replaced by a deep, heavy sadness.
"What's wrong, Brother Chen?" Name asked.
"I have family matters… I need to return home immediately. If anything happens, just call me."
Richard didn't plan to explain. Some things could only be handled alone.
Walking through the drizzle, he reached his car, ready to leave—but remembered he hadn't brought the panacea.
"Right, the panacea!"
He wasn't sure if his grandfather's illness was irreversible, but it was better to bring it.
[Do you wish to extract the reward: panacea?]
[Extraction successful. The panacea has been placed in your hand!]
A small cryogenic canister appeared—a square, Rubik's cube-like box, preserving the medicinal substance inside. Using mysterious preservation technology, it retained the active ingredients. One of humanity's Golden Age marvels, it could even cure Nurgle's viruses.
The drizzle turned into heavy rain, drumming against the car windows. Yet Richard's mind was clear, and under the effect of the Second Heart, his reflexes were slightly faster.
Two hours later, he drove from the provincial capital to his hometown's county seat. After confirming the affiliated hospital, he drove straight to the inpatient department.
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