Warhammer 40K: I Am Angron's Brother

Angron, the most tragic Primarch in Warhammer 40K. As a child, he was implanted with the Butcher’s Nails by his slave masters. Only killing could stop the agony. He killed countless people who had treated him like a brother. He rose up in revolt, but at the last moment the Emperor forcibly took him away, leaving all his comrades to be slaughtered. He hated the Imperium, and ultimately ascended to daemonhood as a Daemon Prince of Khorne, a killing machine doomed to slaughter without end.

That is the official story. A tragedy set in stone.

But this time, there is another slave in his arena, numbered 7-23.

Kyle, an ordinary Warhammer fan, is reborn on the red sands of Nuceria. No System, no psychic powers, no superhuman abilities. All he has is his knowledge of Angron’s fate, and a heart that cannot bear to watch this child walk alone into hell.

From the first moment they meet in the cell, he stays by Angron’s side through countless nights torn apart by nightmares. When the Emperor arrives, he uses chains to bind himself to Angron: “You want to take him? Fine. Take me too.”

He replaces the tragedy of implanting the Butcher’s Nails in the entire Legion with a resonance ritual. Before the Horus Heresy, he sees through the trap at Isstvan.

Because when someone has a person willing to die for them, they will no longer walk toward destruction.

This time, the most tragic Primarch has someone by his side who will never leave.