Angron's huge body rushed into the core of the Chaos Realm like a burning meteorite.

Every step he took shook the foundation of the Warp, golden psionic energy and bright red rage intertwined around him, forming an impenetrable barrier.

The power of chaos tried to corrode him, but the twisted tentacles were burned to ashes the moment they approached him, turning into nothingness.

The realm of Khorne is a land of endless blood and slaughter. The sky is covered by scarlet clouds, the earth is made up of countless bones, and the rivers flow not with water but thick blood.

The air was filled with the smell of rust, and the roars and wails of countless soldiers echoed in my ears.

This is a paradise of tyranny and death, and the eternal battlefield of Khorne's believers.

Today, however, the realm faces its most formidable enemy yet, Angron.

Angron's gaze was like a torch, his eyes burning with endless anger and determination.

He raised his hand and waved it casually, and a planet piled with billions of heads instantly collapsed under the impact of his psychic energy.

Those heads were turned into powder in the explosion, and the core of the planet was completely destroyed.

The aftermath of the explosion created a violent ripple in the warp, as if the entire Chaos Realm was trembling with his power.

The great demons of Khorne felt threatened and rose from the sea of ​​blood.

Their bodies are as huge as mountains, holding huge axes and spears, and covered with heavy armor, on which are inlaid the heads of countless defeated warriors.

They are the most powerful servants of Khorne, the embodiment of killing and destruction. However, they seem so small in front of Angron.

A great demon roared and charged at Angron, its axe slashing down with enough force to split a planet in half.

However, Angron simply raised his hand slightly, and the golden spiritual energy swept through like a sharp blade, instantly tearing the demon's body in half.

Its roar came to an abrupt halt, and its huge body turned to ashes before it hit the ground, dissipating in the bloody air.

Another great demon tried to attack from behind, but Angron did not even look back.

His spiritual power was like an invisible giant hand, crushing the demon to pieces. Blood and broken bones splattered everywhere, dyeing the surrounding ground red.

The servants of Khorne began to feel fear. They had never seen such a powerful being. However, their loyalty to Khorne kept driving them forward, to face and to fight.

Angron continued to advance, destruction following his every step.

His psychic power swept across the entire Chaos Realm like a storm. Wherever he went, seas of blood evaporated, bones turned to dust, and even the fortress of Khorne collapsed under his power.

His rage was not only for revenge, but also for the liberation of this realm corrupted by Chaos. His psychic energy penetrated the surface of the Warp and touched its essence. The power of Chaos began to collapse before him.

Khorne's domain began to collapse, and a huge crack appeared in the blood-red sky. Golden light poured down from the crack, illuminating the eternal darkness.

Angron stood in the ruins, his figure like an unshakable mountain. His power was beyond the comprehension of mortals, and even beyond the constraints of Chaos.

Angron's footsteps were heavy and firm in the Chaos Realm of Khorne, and every step was accompanied by the trembling of the earth and the tearing of space.

His body was like a moving volcano; golden spiritual energy and bright red anger intertwined into a blazing halo that surrounded him.

His very existence is a blasphemy against Chaos, and his wrath is the ultimate judgment on the Realm of Khorne.

The sea of ​​blood boiled under his feet, and countless Khorne demons poured out from the blood, their eyes burning with bloodthirsty desire and emitting shrill roars from their mouths.

However, before the demons could get close to Angron, they were crushed by his psychic power.

He waved his hand lightly, and a golden energy wave swept out. Hundreds of demons turned into blood mist in an instant. Their limbs and arms flew in the air, and were then burned to ashes by psychic energy.

A huge fortress built of bones stood before Angron. It was a holy place for the believers of Khorne. Countless heads of the defeated were inlaid on the walls, and each head was wailing silently.

At the top of the fortress, a flag stained with blood fluttered in the wind, symbolizing the supreme authority of Khorne.

Angron sneered, clenched his fist, and the golden spiritual energy gathered into a dazzling ball of light on the tip of his fist. He swung his fist violently, and the ball of light smashed into the fortress like a meteorite.

"boom!"

The fortress was reduced to dust in the explosion, the skeleton wall collapsed under the impact of psychic energy, heads fell like raindrops, and were then burned to ashes.

The Khorne believers in the fortress didn't even have time to scream before they were devoured by the psychic energy, and their flesh, blood, and souls evaporated in an instant.

The aftermath of the explosion swept across the entire area, and huge waves were raised in the sea of ​​blood. Countless demons struggled in the waves and were then torn into pieces by psychic energy.

Angron pressed on, his sights fixed on a great pool of blood, one of the sources of Khorne's power.

The blood pool is filled with the corpses of countless warriors, their souls trapped in it, never to be freed.

A flash of pity flashed in Angron's eyes, but it was soon replaced by anger. He raised his foot and stomped towards the pool of blood.

"boom!"

A pool of blood exploded under his feet, and blood gushed out like a waterfall, dyeing the entire sky red.

The souls in the blood pool were liberated under the illumination of psychic energy. Their wails turned into whispers of gratitude and then dissipated into the air.

At the bottom of the blood pool, a huge Khorne Daemon rose from the blood. Its body was made up of the skeletons of countless warriors, and in its hand it held a giant sword made of blood.

"Angron! How dare you desecrate my Lord's domain!" The demon roared, and the giant sword slashed towards Angron with destructive power.

Angron did not dodge, his palm went straight to the giant sword. The golden spiritual energy collided with the bloody giant sword, erupting with a deafening roar.

The giant sword disintegrated under the impact of the psychic energy, and the demon's arm was shattered. Angron's other hand suddenly grabbed the demon's head, and his five fingers deeply embedded in the demon's skull.

"Servants of Khorne, your time is over." Angron growled, his grip tightening suddenly.

"Crack!"

The demon's head exploded in his hand, blood and brains splattered everywhere, and the huge body fell down helplessly, and then was burned to ashes by psychic energy. Angron shook the blood off his hands and continued forward.

His target was the Throne of Khorne, a massive building forged from the bones and blood of countless warriors.

Around the throne, countless Khorne demons gathered, trying to stop Angron.

However, these demons were like ants before Angron.

His psychic power was like a storm, sweeping across the entire area.

The demons were torn apart by the storm, their flesh and bones flying through the air before being burned to ashes.