Upon the crimson earth, the Gate of the Red Angel continued to fluctuate incessantly.
Caleb had been observing for several hours now; during this time, the number of demons surging from the Gate of the Red Angel began to gradually dwindle.
Clearly, on various major fronts, Khorne had already achieved certain military successes, even destroying a hive city.
Yet, demons simply weren't spawning from within, which was extremely strange.
"Feel the thrill of battle!"
At that moment, a massive figure stepped out from the Gate of the Red Angel, it was the Daemon Primarch Angron, the loyal War Hound under Khorne.
His aura was incredibly violent, and his physique was utterly gargantuan, his body, blessed by Khorne, had swollen to the scale of a small knight mech.
Rugged legs supported that massive 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 directly reach out and seize the piece.]
"Confirm!"
Caleb rubbed his palms together, looking forward expectantly to the Primarch falling into his hands.
The instant Angron prepared to take flight, a pair of giant golden hands grabbed him directly!
A massive pulling force seized Angron and his Warp essence; under the drag of a higher dimension, Angron was completely unable to resist.
Khorne: "Holy crap, a cuckold!"
As the Blood God, Khorne would certainly not accept Angron being abducted by some other fellow.
Especially those giant golden hands, which looked remarkably like the Emperor's, he naturally couldn't let The Cursed One of the Warp succeed.
Thus, he stood up, and under the gaze of all the demons, he extended his arm.
"̵̡̧̡̯̰̭͍̜̪͉̞͖̺͙͌͊̽͛̇̎̓̈̈́̓̈́Ẃ̸̧̧̢̦̲̼̘̮̹̰̣̍̏̿͗̎̓̉̈́̚̕ͅh̸̤̏͝ä̵̪́͗́͐͠t̶͍͈̹̣̫̳̙̊͌ ̴̧̢̡̫̝̗̫̜̙͓̖͊͒̿̀̎̅̇̈́͂͜͝ḵ̴̡̛̖̦̟̟̬͎̟͍̳̤̟̄͐i̵̡̹̞̳͖̲̱̗̘̇̄̉̿̀͑̿́̇̐̓͒n̴̛̺̬̠̄̊̅̅͑́́̌͘d̵̯͉̮́̍́̊̄̔̒̇̈́̀̈́͊͗ͅ ̴̫̹͕̟̻̠͚̝̆̽̈́̌̔͗̽̑͒̆̉̋͜ͅo̸̩̰̓͗̋̋̔̋̄̃̀̕̚̚f̶̢̰̻̪̣̺̙͒ ̸̧͎̜͓̹͙͎̮̗̥̪̠̮̯͐͛̐̅ͅe̶̢̡̳̱̠̰͚̳͔̝̖̖̪̜̫͂͝x̵̧̧̦̝̻̹͍̭̝͚̥̒͒̓̐̀̈́͊̓̂̉͛̂͘i̷̭͗̈͌̐̃͐͜s̴̢̱̞̜̯̒̊̇̄̉͊̅̀͒̈́̑͒̄͘t̶̢̬̲̩̠̘̘͚͉͚̻̗̒͐͌̑̀͒͗́̓̽͗͝e̵̡̥̣̩̙̠̼͊n̵̡̢̨̩̭͖̤͇͚͚̲̖̘̎̓͊͐̎̀̓͋̆̕͜ͅc̴̙̮͕͉͙͍̹̒̆ͅȩ̸̰͓̘̗̙̣̣͔̰̭̂̒̽͊̄ͅ ̶̨̛̜̟̱̻̣̳̺̹̣̍͋̈́̈̎̀̔̓̃̀͌͝d̴̘̖͚̠̅́͑̓̂̊́̓͒̑̐͠͠͝ă̷̱͙̥͚̈̂͌̒̃̂̈̚͜ȓ̵̛̥̙̗̳̃̿̃̆͑̅͂͛̚e̷͍̯͌͂͒s̵͔̅̈́͌̌͒̈̈͛̉̈́͘͝ ̷̟͈̖͕̯͔̦̬̬̳̺͖̍̀́͐̑̂́̐̃͝͝ͅt̸̲͒ȏ̵̠͎̅̋̽̈̊̕͘͝ ̵̺̗̖͚̘̺̖̰̤̕c̴̢̝̼̮̞͆͛̈́̿͐̂͑͌̏̈́̃̓ͅͅh̸̪̝̘͇̠̖̺̓̂́̎̕͘͜ą̴̢̨̛̩̤̹̝͍̺̥̟̭̼̾̓̾͊̿̌̔̽̎̒̔ͅl̶̲̙̼̾͐́̓̈̍͒͂̍̓̕͠͠l̸̬̻͉̯̉̑̄͊̈̉̿̈́̓͐̾͠͝e̷͉͈̔͌͌̊͌͋̓͛͘͝ṇ̸̢̢̭̥͛́̏̐͆̕ǵ̵̮͔̯͓̮̞̹̼̥͇̘̼̻͒̾̊̉͋͗̚͜͝ḙ̴̛̣̬̦̠̙̙̦̳̇̃̀̋̔̋̒̑̔́̒̈́͑͝ ̴̧̤͔̮̭̼̣͇̠͚̼̦̬̩͚̅͌̔͘̚͠t̸̢̡̩̘̗̭̮̙̟̯́̀̏͑́͜ḫ̴̫͕̞́̀̕͜ͅē̵̡̨͙̭̼̣̪͇̜̥̖̯̄̏͛̀̔̿́̀̌̓͜͜͝ ̴̡̛̼̊̃̆̾̽̄̎̐̓͑̈́̆͝g̷̳̈́̌͐͑̿̀̂͒̆̉͌̒̚͠ŗ̷̖̺̦̯͔͚͂̀̆͌͋͒̈̈́̕̚ẻ̸̢̜̜͈̭̫̮̣̻̞͔̫͝a̷̛͇̩͗̾̅̂̿̓͌̀̑̈́͂̾̓t̷̨͉̼̮̙̬͗̑̀̊̎̈́̔̎͝͝ ̸̢̺̘̤̱̥̮̱̐͋́̌̀̂͗̇̓̀̃͝B̶̡̛̼̞̫͍͌͜l̵̡̧̛̼͖̲̣̳͚͕͌̒̔͋̿̾͊̈́ͅò̶͓̝͎̲̎͌̾̅̔͆̓͌͂̐̃̕͘͜͠o̷̢̰͇̟͔͎͇̻̫͔̯͐̓̑̾̆̇d̴͙̹̬̬̲̫̞̠̻̖̮̟͂̓͋̇ ̷̡̧͇͉̜̳̬̺͎͖̪̽̇̋́̅̀G̵̡̡͎̠͖̰͕̦̝̥̣̟̻̟̀̉̒̿̄ơ̴̛̜̩̠̥̖̬̟̤̠̹͔̳̩̩̱̈́̓͛͋̾d̸̻̮̣̅͛̍̍̽́͛?̶̨̢̛̦̰̰̦̻̘͈̳͊"̸̡̗̪͇͍̜͕́͐́̿͆̄̏̈̀̈́̕͝͝[1]
All the demons cheered for this, because this action signified that their invincible Blood God was finally going to take action!
Just as Caleb lifted Angron, a pair of blood-red hands actually choked Angron's neck at that very moment!
Both sides formed a tug-of-war in some higher-dimensional space, and even the scene on the gameboard became extremely distorted at this time.
[Detection: A player refuses to accept defeat. Enforcing Games Workshop Rulebook.]
The moment the pop-up appeared, the pulling sensation Caleb had originally felt vanished instantly!
Those blood-red hands were actually severed by a mysterious force, subsequently, his own hands became multicolored.
[Khorne: No, brotha, this isn't right!]
[The Cursed One isn't that perverted. This isn't the fucking Cursed One, what the hell is this thing!]
Watching helplessly as Angron was abducted by the giant hands from the horizon, at this moment, Khorne was like an incompetent husband, dazed and frozen in place.
The piece he had worked so hard to trick over was just gone like that?
What would happen in the future? 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, the massive Butcher's Nails fell to the earth just like that.
It was one thing for that fellow to abduct Angron, but he actually threw the Butcher's Nails on the floor!
This wasn't just a forced 'NTR', it was equivalent to taking off the 'wedding ring' right in front of the victim's face!
For Khorne, it was simply unacceptable, because his invincible will had actually lost in a contest against someone today!
Khorne soothed his wounds and sat back upon the Brass Throne; at that very instant, all the demons showed expressions of shock!
They didn't understand who the great God of War had actually lost to.
They only knew that Angron, who always stayed within the Realm of Chaos, had not returned after this time.
"Dammit, dammit!"
Bloody roars erupted within the Realm of Chaos, the mindless murderous intent almost drove every relatively sane person into a frenzy.
Now, Khorne had only one thought in his heart: to drag out that meddling fellow!
And his first suspected targets included not only the Emperor, but also Tzeentch!
Because he couldn't think of any god other than him who could do such a thing.
At this moment, Tzeentch was still controlling his followers, seeking fun in the Warp.
However, he was only halfway through finding his fun when suddenly, a large group of Bloodthirsters pounded on his Labyrinth gates and rushed in, wanting to fight him!
[Tzeentch: What happened?]
[What do you mean, I plotted against you again and you're here to fight me?]
[When did I plot against you?]
[Ah, right, right, right, I did it. What you're suffering is but a part of change!]
Under the Blood God's repeated questioning, the Lord of Change managed to learn the truth through endless variations.
Well, Khorne's Angron had been hijacked, and that strange giant hand had actually defeated Khorne in a tug-of-war.
[Tzeentch: Oh, big news! The great Blood God has been cuckolded by a mysterious existence!]
[His Angron was kidnapped, everyone come and look!]
[Slaanesh: Holy crap, what's the tea? What's going on? How did I not know about such a huge matter!]
[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 Warp was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere, except for the old shut-in Father Nurgle, who was still brewing soup.
Two supreme beings in the Warp had already found their own entertainment.
[Tzeentch: What a wonderful change, it's all part of the plan!]
[I say, big brother, you should calm down. Isn't it just one Angron? Why don't you just get Rogal Dorn over here!]
[Slaanesh: LMAO, could he even trick that smelly rock?]
[Inside his Warp realm, the words 'I am Rogal Dorn' are still echoing even now.]
Seeing these two actively mocking him, the Blood God was so angry he wanted to hack them to death.
However, before dissolving the Warp essence of the two, wanting to kill a Chaos God was almost impossible.
Unless their meaning was completely overshadowed through continuous warfare, otherwise, as long as they were gods in the Warp, there could be no death in the true sense.
[Khorne: You just wait...]
Khorne could only leave in anger; right now, he had no chance to settle accounts with the Emperor.
But then again, it seemed there was no way to settle accounts, that fellow was a total deadbeat; even if he did it, he would never admit it.
Just like that, a huge Angron piece appeared on Caleb's tabletop.
The model alone reached a height of about 25 centimeters.
That crimson body was beyond what any paint job could match, and that armor with war runes, it was a true work of art.
The numerous war runes on the armor were only about a millimeter in size, the exquisite craftsmanship would already make most hobbyists ecstatic.
Looking at the broken piece in his hand, then at this current giant physical figure.
Caleb felt there was no need to pay Hashida triple as promised, he could just give this Angron piece to him, and he reckoned the guy would gladly accept.
No sooner said than done, Caleb took the damaged piece plus this giant Angron figure and arrived at Hashida's doorstep.
He had only knocked once when Hashida already opened the door.
"Oh, that was fast! I was planning to go to the club, and you happened to arrive!"
After a few words of pleasantries, Caleb walked in carrying the giant Angron figure.
When he saw the giant Angron figure, Hashida, being a nerd, was practically drooling over it.
"Holy moly, Caleb, you've struck it rich! A scale figure this big must have cost a lot of money, right? Didn't you say before that you didn't like the World Eaters? To get such a huge figure without saying a word, you're too much!"
"Hold up!"
Caleb shook his head and pushed the Angron figure toward him.
"Remember that time I borrowed your pieces? Well, unfortunately, I lost the pieces to an opponent!"
"What?" Hashida was still a bit dazed, but seeing this giant Angron figure, he had already guessed what Caleb wanted to do.
"So you plan to use this thing as compensation? There's no need. Even if you buy some pieces through regular channels, they wouldn't be as expensive as this Angron figure in your hands!
Those pieces of mine were just generic characters, and the models were relatively crude, not exactly premium items! Just by looking at this one, I know it's definitely a high-end custom model!
The war runes on this figure are carved so perfectly, honestly, the workmanship is already better than the official pieces!"
"Right!" Caleb gladly accepted these compliments for his bro.
What a joke, this was actually Angron himself; how could it not be exquisite?
Of course, Caleb also knew the value of this model, although if it were priced too high, it might end up being a 'price without a market'.
But among enthusiasts, the value of such a thing would absolutely be recognized.
"Alright, bro, I won't hide it from you! Actually, this Angron figure was won after I played several games! At the time, a battle-crazed old fool insisted on betting with me, so I played along with him until the end. Although I lost that pair of veteran pieces, didn't I get you something big in return?"
Caleb didn't dare to be too detailed; after all, was it reasonable to bet on a gameboard with the Blood God?
But that wasn't the point; the point was, the brother in front of him was clearly very interested in this 'real' Angron piece.
Caleb was not only going to cuckold the Blood God but also sell his beloved piece.
This was the true ultimate humiliation. As for the Angron missing from the Warhammer universe, he could just find some strange thing to fill the gap later.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Hashida nodded in approval. He happened to be going to the club; if this thing was given to him, he could show it off to his other friends!
He happened to love doing this, showing off his premium pieces to other friends was what he was passionate about.
"One does not offer such favors without a hidden motive! Tell me, do you want to commission some other good stuff from me?"
Hashida understood Caleb's temperament quite well; usually, when he gave away good things, he would definitely ask for some very difficult commissions.
For example, some strange painting requirements, or some scale models with relatively high complexity.
For a professional nerd like him who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, these difficult problems were not problems at all.
In fact, as long as the conditions were right, even some slightly weird requests weren't impossible to agree to.
"Ah, haha! You're right! After winning this piece from the opponent, I felt a bit bad, so I plan to send back a gender-bent version of the Angron piece to him, make him look like Mordred from the Fate series actually. What do you think?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
At this point, Hashida had already detected a hint of mockery.
But as for this behavior of playing tricks on others, they didn't have any objections.
Hashida patted his chest in his room, then demonstrated his casual drawing skills, sketching a few drafts for Caleb.
"How about this, in a few days I'll color a few design sketches, and you can see which version you want!"
"In order to print all sorts of figures, I also learned 3D modeling. Once you've chosen, I'll immediately send you a gender-bent version of the piece!"
At this moment, Hashida looked at his somewhat small 3D printer and then at the giant Angron.
He felt that making only one piece might not be enough.
It would be best to print an entire World Eaters legion to accompany the Primarch; only then would it have the right flavor.
"How about this, I'll also give you a set of World Eaters pieces! But you'll have to paint those pieces yourself!"
"By the way, where's your flat mates?"
"They're visiting some Shinto temple, apparently it's the only one here in the state of Hawaii. Wanna come with me to the club? When the guys see Angron they're gonna weep in jealousy."
Hashida was a bit excited; he even wanted to take the Angron model and go straight to the club now.
However, at this moment, Caleb's phone rang, glancing at the number, it wasn't a stranger's call.
It was his mom calling, and there was a note attached.
"Hello?"
Caleb picked up the phone and held it to his ear, then his mother's gentle yet urgent voice came through.
[Caleb, when are you coming back?]
[Oh dear, your grandfather had a fall a while ago. We went to the hospital for a check-up, and they said something about pancreatic cancer?]
[Come back if you have the chance. Your grandfather's face is ashen; it feels quite serious!]
"What?"
Caleb's face showed shock. His great-grandmother was still around, so why was his grandfather the one having trouble first?
"Okay, I'll head back immediately!"
"It seems this isn't a simple illness. The relatives at home should be coming back too, right?"
[Yes!]
Crying sounds came from the other end of the phone, but it didn't sound like his mother's crying; it sounded more like other people's.
Caleb hung up the phone, at this moment, his heart was incredibly heavy.
The pleasure of mocking the Blood God vanished instantly, replaced by a dull feeling, a very heavy feeling.
"What's wrong, bro? Did something happen? Why don't we go to the club together? Those hobbyists are all there right now!"
Caleb shook his head: "I have some matters at home; I have to go back immediately! If anything comes up during this time, don't bother coming to my place to find me; just call me directly!"
Caleb didn't plan to tell Hashida about the problem he encountered, because there was no point; this kind of thing could only be handled by himself.
Walking out of the residential building where Hashida lived, he walked home through the continuous drizzle.
Picking up his car keys, Caleb planned to rush home, but just as he started the car, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't brought a certain good item.
"Right, the panacea!"
Caleb couldn't be sure if his grandfather's illness had reached an unsalvageable stage.
But regardless, it was better to bring this medicine.
[Do you wish to extract the reward: Panacea?]
[Extraction successful. The panacea has been placed in your hand!]
Soon, a small cryogenic canister appeared in Caleb's hand.
Instead of calling it a canister, it was more like a square box.
This box resembled a Rubik's cube, it sealed the precious medicinal substance in the center.
And it used mysterious preservation technology to lock in the active ingredients inside.
This was one of the most incredible products from humanity's Golden Age. No one knew how it was born, only that humans who took this thing could even be cured of Nurgle's viruses.
The Imperial side had once discovered the STC construction template for this thing.
However, this thing, in the end, it was either stolen by the Eldar or destroyed by Chaos traitors.
Humanity had not mastered the production method of this medicine to this day; finished products could only be found in a few scattered ruins.
The original continuous drizzle gradually turned into heavy rain.
The heavy rain hit the car window, making a patter-patter sound.
Yet at this time, Caleb's mind was incredibly clear. Under the effect of the Second Heart, Caleb felt that his reaction speed had quickened slightly.
Two hours later, Caleb drove all the way from the state capital to his hometown's county seat of Wai'anae.
After confirming the affiliated hospital, Caleb drove straight to the hospital's patient department.
[1] "What kind of existence dares to challenge the great Blood God?"