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Chapter 102: The Wrath of Angron
🕑 Added 2025-06-03 00:38:27 +0000 UTCThe chamber trembled.
Dust rained from the domed ceiling of the Grand Spire’s throne room, the very air vibrating from the tension between two titans. On one side stood Angron, the Red Angel, clad in his crimson Terminator plate, flames curling from the vents of his ancient war-plate. His chainaxe, Godsplitter, growled with a low, savage purr, and his other hand clenched a power claw the size of a man's torso, its blades crackling with white-hot fury.
Opposite him, the Grandmaster descended the obsidian steps of his throne, no longer cloaked in false elegance. His combat harness was now fully deployed, a blasphemous fusion of xenos alloy and dark tech, his arms bristling with energy capacitors, matter-warping emitters humming on his back. His eyes bled violet light, his voice deeper than before, filled with unearthly distortion.
"You're no liberator," he sneered. "You're a relic, screaming against a future you can't stop."
Angron's reply was a roar.
Godsplitter howled as it was brought to life, teeth spinning at hurricane speed, its angry shriek shaking the walls. The Grandmaster raised his left hand, and a blast of pure kinetic force hurled toward Angron like a cannonball.
Angron didn’t dodge.
He charged through the blast, armor screaming, dust exploding around him, and met the Grandmaster in a thunderclap of fury.
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Round One: Blade and Claw
The first strike from Angron’s chainaxe cleaved through the Grandmaster’s forward shield, shattering it into a blossom of energy shards. The Grandmaster retaliated with a backhand swing of his gravity whip, catching Angron's midsection, but the Primarch’s armor held, absorbing the blow with a shuddering crack.
Angron surged forward, his claw snapping like a steel trap, slicing through three defensive drones mid-flight. Godsplitter descended again
only to meet a crystalline energy blade formed from the Grandmaster’s gauntlet. The clash sent out a shockwave that blasted corpses and debris across the room.
Each strike was apocalyptic.
Each movement, the aftermath of a natural disaster.
The Grandmaster teleported behind Angron
but Angron twisted, pure instinct, slamming his claw backward into the Grandmaster’s ribs, crushing armor and tearing out a coil of burning circuitry. The Grandmaster screamed, discharging a massive plasma burst into Angron’s face, searing half of his helmet and one horn clean off.
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Round Two: Mind and Fury
Staggering back, the Grandmaster raised both arms, drawing on his dark-matter reserves. The ground cracked. Reality rippled.
"KNEEL."
Gravity increased a hundredfold. The floor cratered under Angron’s feet.
But the Primarch did not fall.
He snarled, muscles bulging, runes on his armor flaring with psychic resistance. Each step forward was like a mountain climbing another mountain, but he moved, against gravity designed to crush dreadnoughts.
> “I! DO! NOT! KNEEL!”
With a final push, he launched himself into the air, a crimson meteor, ripping through the Grandmaster’s gravity field and crashing into him like a war god.
They smashed through the floor.
Then through the next.
And the next.
Until they hit the gladiator arena at the base of the Spire, the impact creating a shockwave that leveled a full quadrant of the arena wall.
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Round Three: Red Judgment
Spectators screamed and fled as the two titans rose from the smoking crater.
Angron stood first.
Half his face was exposed, the flesh burned to raw crimson muscle. His claw sparked. His axe dripped molten gore. But he was grinning.
The Grandmaster rose slowly, coughing, missing an eye, his armor flickering.
> "This world… was mine…"
> “No,” Angron growled, raising Godsplitter above his head. “It was theirs.”
He pointed to the thousands of prisoners now watching. Once slaves. Now witnesses to judgment.
And then he brought the axe down.
The Grandmaster dodged, barely. Godsplitter bit deep into the earth, shattering stone, but Angron didn’t slow. He spun, shoulder-checking the Grandmaster with the force of a tank, then raked his claw across his enemy’s torso, sending him flying across the arena.
> “No more chains.”
He marched forward.
> “No more cages.”
The Grandmaster tried to crawl. Tried to conjure another weapon
but Angron crushed his arm beneath his boot.
And in one final blow, he cleaved the Grandmaster in half, from shoulder to waist. A geyser of flame and black blood followed.
The arena went silent.
Then the chants began.
> “Red Titan.”
> “Red Titan.”
> “RED TITAN!”
The prisoners raised their fists.
The skies above Sakaar cleared for the first time in decades.
And the Red Angel stood victorious.
