"Angron is in trouble."

Yang Cheng's psychic voice sounded in Luo Jia's mind, with a rare hint of anxiety.

"What? What's going on with that reckless man?"

Luo Jia was stunned, and the psychic spear in his hand was almost knocked off course by Magnus' psychic attack.

He quickly took a few steps back, distanced himself from Magnus, and at the same time used part of his mind to respond to Yang Cheng: "Please be clear, what happened to Angron?"

"He rushed directly into the warp and into the realm of Khorne! You have to find a way to get him out, quickly!" Yang Cheng's psychic voice transmission was intermittent, obviously disturbed by the realm of Khorne.

Luo Jia frowned and cursed in his heart.

Angron has always been a madman who does not care about the consequences, but this time he actually rushed directly into Khorne's lair, which was simply seeking his own death.

He glanced at Magnus who was confronting him. The latter seemed to have noticed something, and a hint of doubt flashed in his scarlet eye.

"No time for you, Magnus."

Luo Jia said coldly, and then his figure flashed. Golden spiritual energy exploded around him, turning into a dazzling beam of light, rushing straight into the depths of the warp.

In the Chaos Realm of Khorne, the breath of blood and killing has almost become a substance.

As soon as Lorgar stepped into this area, he felt a nauseating smelly wind blowing towards him. His psychic shield automatically deployed, isolating the chaotic forces that tried to erode him.

His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of Angron.

Soon, he saw the familiar figure - Angron was standing in a sea of ​​blood, his body was wrapped in golden and bright red psychic energy, holding a huge axe condensed by psychic energy in his hand, and was madly chopping everything around him. Under his feet were piled up the remains of countless Khorne demons, and blood and broken bones covered the ground.

"Angron!" Lorgar called out, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

Angron paused for a moment, then turned his head.

His eyes were red, as if burning with endless anger, and the expression on his face was twisted and hideous.

He stared at Luo Jia, his voice low and hoarse: "Luo Jia? What are you doing here? This is my battle, I don't need you to interfere!"

"Your fight? Fuck! You are being corrupted! Do you know that?"

Lorgar shouted, and golden spiritual energy flowed around him, forming a dazzling halo, "Do you know what you are doing? This is the domain of Khorne. If you continue to be so crazy, even your soul will be devoured!"

"So what?" Angron roared, his voice full of anger and unwillingness, "Die with the lackeys of Khorne, and die with this realm! I will destroy them all!"

"You are mad!" Lorgar shouted angrily. His figure flashed and he appeared beside Angron in an instant. He grabbed his arm and said, "Come back with me! Now is not the time to show off your strength!"

"Let me go! Kahn was killed by them! My offspring was also killed by them! I will make them pay the price!"

Angron struggled, trying to shake off Lorgar's hand.

His strength was so great that even Lorgar found it a little strenuous.

But Lorgar did not let go, his psychic energy spread quickly, wrapping around Angron's body, trying to suppress his violent emotions.

"Calm down, Angron!"

Lorgar whispered, a hint of pleading in his voice, "Your rage will only make Khorne stronger. We need you, and the Imperium needs you. Do not let Chaos control you!"

Angron's body trembled slightly, and the redness in his eyes gradually faded.

He lowered his head and looked at the pile of demon debris at his feet. There was a hint of fatigue in his voice: "I just... don't want to see anyone else being swallowed by chaos."

"I see."

Luo Jia's tone softened a little, "But now is not the time to fight alone. Come back with me, and we will find a solution together."

Angron was silent for a moment, and finally nodded. Lorgar breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled him towards the exit of the warp.

Golden psionic energy formed a barrier around them, isolating all the Khorne demons that tried to stop them.

Just as they were about to leave the realm of Khorne, a huge Khorne demon rose from the sea of ​​blood. Its body was as huge as a mountain, holding a huge axe made of blood in its hand. It roared and rushed towards the two, trying to stop them.

"court death!"

Luo Jia snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a golden beam of psychic energy shot out instantly and directly pierced through the demon's head.

The demon's body disintegrated under the impact of psychic energy, turning into a blood mist and dissipating into the air.

"Let's go, don't waste time." Lorgar pulled Angron and quickly rushed out of Khorne's territory.

When they returned to the real universe, Angron's body swayed slightly, as if he was a little weak. Lorgar supported him and whispered, "Rest for a while. You have done enough."

Angron did not answer, but nodded silently. The flames of anger still flickered in his eyes, but they were no longer out of control like before.

Lorgar looked at his profile and sighed inwardly. He knew that Angron's anger would not disappear, but at least they still had time to change everything.

Angron's steps were heavy and slow, his eyes fixed on the body lying in a pool of blood in front of him.

Kahn - the name once called "traitor" now sounds so harsh.

His body was pierced by several long swords, and blood gushed out from the wounds, staining the ground beneath him red.

His power armor had long been shattered, but the emblem of the World Eaters on his chest was still clearly visible, as if silently telling of his loyalty.

Angron walked to Kahn's side and slowly squatted down. His fingers gently brushed Kahn's face. The face that was once full of anger and fighting spirit now looked extremely calm.

Kahn's eyes opened slightly, the light in his pupils had lost its luster, but there was a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, as if at the last moment, he had finally found inner peace.

"Kahn..."

Angron whispered, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

He pressed his palm gently on Kahn's chest, feeling the heart that had stopped beating.

The anger and hatred he once had turned into endless grief at this moment. His mind flashed back to what Kahn had been: the warrior who fearlessly charged on the battlefield, the brother who always stuck to his beliefs in the World Eaters, the loyal man who never gave up even when misunderstood and reviled.

"You've never betrayed..."

Angron's voice was low and hoarse, and his fingers tightly grasped Kaan's gauntlet, as if trying to pass on the last bit of warmth to him.

A golden light flashed in his eyes, and spiritual energy flowed around his body, trying to awaken Kahn's life fire.

However, Kahn's body was already cold and his soul had long since returned to nothingness.

Angron was silent for a moment, then he gently lifted up Kahn's body.

His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing the resting soldier.

Kahn's body seemed extremely heavy in his arms, but it was not the weight of flesh, but the guilt and grief in Angron's heart.

He lowered his head, looked at Kahn's calm face, and whispered, "I'll take you home."

........................

Kahn strolled across the grassland, enjoying a moment of peace.

He no longer wore power armor, but instead strolled around in a simple animal skin garb.

"Kahn..."

A tall golden figure appeared in front of Kahn, and a deafening voice sounded in front of Kahn.

"Are you filled with anger?"

"Are you willing to sacrifice your soul and the silence of death to take revenge on Chaos?"

Kahn did not hesitate at all. He looked up at the tall golden figure and replied, "I do."