Chapter 33 Appeared! It's the wetware driver
In the shadow of the warp, on the eternal card table, the originally weakest golden chess player got the most chess pieces, and the deep dark power was looming on the golden throne under him.

This was a result that the other four were happy to see. He should have been the same to them, but he became obsessed with role-playing and was deeply involved in it.

Everything will go as planned. Fate cannot be violated. There will always be suitable chess pieces in their hands. After all, fate has already marked the price.

However, changes always come unexpectedly. A twisted monster chess piece was thrown onto the chessboard by their compatriots, and it used some tricks just like before.

As the monster entered the scene, the clown who was supposed to leave the chessboard laughed wildly, but a gaze from the purple shadow made the clown dare not make a sound like a rooster with its neck strangled.

The monster brought fog and hunger, and the twisted wisdom saw endless changes. Unexpectedly, he chose to remain silent just because he liked to have fun.

The decadent pleasure was stung by the bad beast, and the unprecedented sensory experience stimulated Him, which made Him think differently, so he chose to acquiesce.

The perspective switched to the opposite side. The decadent ancient one did not like the new chess piece because he already knew that he would have a beloved filial son. He was always cooking that pot of thick soup as if nothing could disturb his work. Four pairs of eyes looked at the last chess player.

"What are you looking at me for? Cursed One, if you give me the angel, I will form an alliance with you to fight these cowards."

The stereotypical reckless man sat on his brass throne decorated with skulls. The bloodthirsty dog ​​head on his terrifying body stared at his most beloved chess piece. He really wanted to get that chess piece and was even willing to form an alliance with the cursed one.

But all he got was a faint “Get lost!” from the other side.

The accustomed Kobolds didn't care about the insults from the other side, after all, this was their daily routine. But as the monster moved, his own guaranteed chess piece actually cracked. The furious Kobolds felt something was wrong, so they picked up their giant sword and chopped at the slime monster next to them. "Damn it, it must be you who did it."

……………………………………Dividing line……………………………………

The coordinate matching was quickly completed, and a new set of coordinates was transmitted back to the Blacklight's star map. Nuseria was on the border of the empire, at the forefront of the Great Crusade.

Regarding the whereabouts of the Primarch, Guilliman decided to go with Hogg, taking his flagship and forming an alliance with the Black Watch to make this journey to Nuthria.

The Ultramarines' flagships, Macragge's Glory and Blacklight, were leading the fleet side by side, and Guilliman soon discovered something was going on.

In the Blackwatch fleet, those strange Eldar warships suddenly ran to the front. Just when he was puzzled, a message came from the Blacklight, and Hogg's big face appeared in the holographic image of the bridge.

"Don't be surprised! Guilliman, I told you that you won't suffer any loss. Now I will let you enjoy in advance what our father has wanted to obtain all his life. Don't fall behind! The fleet is about to start speeding up."

Before Hogg could finish his words, a huge portal appeared in the void. The leading Eldar ship plunged into it, followed closely by the Blacklight.

"Sir! Should we follow in?" Marius Gage, the commander-in-chief of the Ultramarines, asked his father. After all, the Thirteenth Legion had never used this peculiar way of navigation.

In response to his son's question, Guilliman, who believed in his blood, ordered:
"Keep up with Blackwatch."

The moment he entered the light gate, Guilliman discovered the difference from previous warp navigation. Although he did not experience any abnormality when navigating in the warp, the psykers as navigators always endured great interference. But according to his observation, the psykers did not experience any abnormality in this peculiar navigation method. This made Guilliman excited. After all, Hogg said that he would share technology with the Ultramarines. As the new son of Lady Euden, he should not lie to him. After all, he is the Primarch and he still has to have some dignity.

The human fleet is racing in the webway created by the Ancients. The unprecedented new experience makes the Extreme Warriors, who have been suffering from the pollution of Warp navigation, very excited.

The Black Watchers who were sharing data at the same time laughed at their country bumpkin cousins ​​who had never seen the world. Little did they know that they were as excited as dogs when they first entered the webway a few months ago.

The webway that spans space dimensions has greatly shortened the sailing time. What originally required two and a half months of high-intensity subspace travel can now be completed in less than a week, and the fleet can cross half of the extreme star field and reach its destination on the frontier.

But those who were happily racing on the webway did not know that unexpected changes were taking place in Nuseria.

Angron was full of optimism about life. He was seriously injured in his childhood and his head was broken. A group of aliens with long ears wanted to capture him, but with his natural bravery, he was able to drive away the aliens with stones.

Unfortunately, Angron, who escaped the pursuit, was captured by the local human nobles and turned into a slave gladiator for people's entertainment.

The word "alien" seemed to be engraved in Angron's mind. Although no one had taught him, he knew it naturally.

As a gladiator, Angron hated this slave-like life, but his adoptive father and comrade who taught him many things was still here.

Angron, who possessed a body that was superior to that of a mortal, had tried to escape, but the local human nobles, whose technology was not much different from that of the Empire, always managed to capture him, followed by brutal beatings and humiliation.

Being captured again, Angron suffered even more cruel abuse this time. The beating that had lasted for a long time was stopped, not because the slave owners suddenly showed kindness, but mainly because Angron was going to go on stage for a duel performance soon.

The bloodthirsty spectators did not like to see the champion Angron looking listless. They wanted to see two bloodthirsty beasts fighting in the sand pit, tearing apart every inch of flesh and limbs.

The dark tunnel door was opened, and the dazzling sunlight reflected by the sand made the bloodthirsty spectators even more crazy. At this time, the scene was broadcasted by local nobles. All the upper-class people could see the bloodthirsty fight in the arena, which became an important entertainment in Nuseria.

The cheers were mixed with manic roars, even crazier than before. Angron, who had been able to sense the emotions of the creatures around him since he was a child, felt something was wrong.

Because the opponent Angron who was walking towards him was too familiar. He could see that face in the water bowl every time when he drank water.

A terrifying figure wrapped in heavy armor and with metal braids on his head appeared in front of Angron.

Angron needed no explanation as he knew that figure was himself.

"Cowardly waste! I will chop your miserable fate into pieces."

The armored figure, or perhaps the future Angron who had gone mad, picked up a pair of huge axes covered in blood and minced meat and roared at Angron.

(End of this chapter)