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"Unlike you, most beings like Him can't walk freely between the worlds. With your power, He may be able to..."

The Emperor didn't finish his words. In the next instant, a storm suddenly blew up in his black eyes. It was not a metaphor, but a real psionic storm.

The dark but calm universe around him was stirred into a huge vortex in an instant by this turbulent psychic energy. Hundreds of planets strayed from their original orbits due to the sudden eruption of his emotions, collided with each other, and turned into powder and space. dust floating in.

The mage's expression immediately became serious: "Have you run into trouble?"

"No." The Emperor shook his head, his face never so gloomy.

The next second, the psionic storm stopped. The smashed planet returned to its original state in an instant, and the derailed planet returned to its correct position little by little. The starry sky became quiet again, and the Emperor's expression became calmer. When he wasn't using his psionic powers, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man.

He's still the kind of middle-aged man who works overtime desperately in order to hold on to his job and salary, has a lot of trouble at home, and only has ten minutes of free time every day, sitting in the car smoking a cigarette.

"It's not as simple as trouble." He frowned, and a little golden light lit up in his eyes. "Someone is praying to me, but I don't know who it is."

"There are countless people praying to you every day. Could it be that every one of you will see it?" the mage said jokingly. The Emperor, still serious, nodded.

"Yes, I'll look at each of them. Although I can't help most of them. I can't respond, but I have to know." His voice sounded almost sighing. "But this..."

The Emperor stretched out a hand towards the mage.

He Shenyan held it.

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At first, those voices were so subtle that it was almost indistinguishable. After a while, those voices became a little clearer.

Is it a man talking? No, it's a woman. Wait... no, no, it's a lot of people.

They are praying, the object of prayer is the same, but the prayer is different.

Some people just want to eat a full meal tomorrow, while others are full of mourning, talking about the destruction of their hometown and the death of their compatriots. Some people sowed the seeds of death among heretics in His name, while others walked slowly and fearlessly into death while reciting His name.

He Shenyan frowned and closed his eyes tightly. The Emperor's psychic energy opened a small hole for him, and the voices he usually heard can also be heard by the mage at this time.

The prayers' emotions rushed into his heart through the Emperor's psionic energy without reservation. Those huge emotions were mixed together, making the Mage's heart tighten instantly. He Shenyan never thought that he would spend all his strength on holding back his grief. Fortunately, this didn't last long, and the Emperor quickly ruled out these voices. Those voices disappeared, and the surroundings fell silent again.

Then, he heard it.

A man spoke in a sad tone, his voice sounded like two rough stones rubbing against each other: "My father."

"We have failed, the ideal of the empire has been destroyed, and there is no possibility of it being realized. We fight with each other, brothers and sisters. They are shivering at us now."

"Who is all this because of? Is it because of Lorgar? Someone in the empire commented that it was because he refused to reveal the truth of the massacre that led to Guilliman's fall to Chaos, but.... Me, it's not that simple."

"Now, I am about to step myself into that chaotic frenzy, my father."

"Fulgram himself went into Chaos for his fallen son Fabius Bayer, and he swore to kill him or never come back. I can't say he didn't pay attention to the bigger picture, For there are no traitors in my legion."

"I want him to succeed, I want him to be alive. Just as I want Magnus and Lorgar to be alive, the Imperium can't bear the death of either of them anymore. Even disappearance is better than death. I must see for myself. For this matter, forgive me, my father..."

He Shenyan opened his eyes and saw the Emperor's concerned face.

"Did you hear it?" he asked in a low voice.

"Which of your sons is this?"

A kind of pain made the emperor's face become sad. It was the poison formed by the mixture of self-blame and guilt. No one had ever seen this side of him. At this time, only He Shenyan was fortunate enough to see such a fragile expression on his face. : "Angron."

The mage's expression quickly became a little strange. Seeing the look of what he wanted to say, the Emperor sighed: "I know what you want to say, yes, Angron's fall to Chaos is all my fault."

"As long as you know."

He Shenyan had read the history of the empire, and it was a special edition for the emperor.

This huge human empire spanning the universe has now become bloated, and the internal system is full of corruption. There are many planets where human beings cannot be called alive, they are just a consumable without self-awareness. They spend their whole lives doing meaningless hard work in the lower levels of the hive.

In contrast, in other worlds, the nobles who are high above the world and can enjoy a luxurious life only because of their bloodline can live without any worries-various implants and surgeries can greatly prolong their life. lifespan.

The Emperor knew these things, but he couldn't change it at this time.

However, this empire is not without its glory days.

Great Expedition.

This word has an irreplaceable sacred status even in today's empire. An Astarte who has lived from the Great Crusade to the present is the treasure of every chapter, and those technologies from the Great Crusade are even more important to the empire today. A source of progress - ironic, isn't it? The advancement of their technology actually depends on archaeology.

In short, the Emperor created the Primarch and the Astartes in order to fulfill his ideal and to allow all human beings to live freely in this dark galaxy.

Based on this, the Emperor started to implement a great plan aimed at uniting the entire human race and leading human beings to explore the stars. He intends to unite the fragmented human planets scattered across the galaxy under one leadership.

But the Chaos Gods do not eat dry food, and for them, the Emperor's behavior is unbearable. So these four evil gods united for the first time.

They stole the Emperor's son, the Primarch, from that laboratory on the moon. The sudden warp storm scattered these young Primarchs all over the galaxy, and they slowly grew up all over the universe. Some are always loyal, while others inevitably go astray.

Angron is one of these primarchs.

He was thrown into a civilization far from Guterra, known as Nucoria. According to local records, he was found by a slave trader in the barren mountains—and the seemingly endless number of alien corpses surrounding the young Angron.

Scholars of later generations speculated that these Eldar should have foreseen the **** massacre committed by Angron in the future, so they came here to intercept him, but they not only failed, on the contrary, their death also became the success of the prophecy. necessary part.

Primarchs had different experiences, and Angron was perhaps the most tragic of them all. The slave trader took him away as a child, and after healing his wounds, he threw him into a gladiatorial arena that accommodated hundreds of slaves without hesitation.

The high platform in all directions was full of audiences, and the shivering slaves shrank in the deep pit filled with acid, bringing joy to the audience with each other's lives and blood. Amid their cheers, Angron survived at the cost of being forced to kill everyone else. When he finally survived on the high platform in the middle of the arena, it was not freedom that awaited him.

But a deeper level of despair - he was announced as a potential newcomer to the De Zion Arena, and was given the name Angron Tulk. It means Son of the Mountains.... And, it is also the property of the Tulk family.

Because the growth rate and appearance of the primarch were different from ordinary people, Angron, who was only a few years old, was regarded as a teenager, and was then subjected to severe training and beatings. God's punishment.

In the years that followed, he quickly developed into an excellent gladiator, known as the Undefeated. From this title, his skills can be glimpsed a little. De Zion's audience fervently embraced the burly young man who no one knew he was just a kid, but no one cared.

It is worth mentioning that there was an elderly gladiator who was very close to him during this period. It is said that he was regarded by Angron as a father-like figure. But the good times didn't last long. The two of them were gladiators, and in a **** gladiatorial fight, their opponents were two Ogrims. After a difficult victory, Angron's master ordered them to kill each other.

Angron refused.

Then, his deepest nightmare came.

Butcher's Nail.

This is a psionic surgical implant used by the ruling class of Nucoria to punish those who disobey. This surgery can have indelible and irreversible effects on the recipient. Even after Angron returned to the Imperium, none of the Emperor's best tech-priests could remove the Butcher's Nail without hurting his life.

Its appearance is similar to a kind of cable, which will pass through the skull and penetrate into the brain like a ghost's fingers. The Butcher's Nail increases the victim's stamina, strength, and speed. The price is that they can never be a sane normal person, haunted by **** visions every moment.

This cruel technology will magnify the madness and negative emotions of the victims, and the fire of rage will always burn in the heart, and the desire for killing and blood will always be there.

After the operation, Angron was thrown beside the old gladiator, whose name should be Onomouth, and then Angron killed the old man in an uncontrollable frenzy. When he woke up, this cruel reality made Angron wailing like a beast for days on end.

The injustices he had suffered before were circling in Angron's head, and Onormouth's death was the last straw that broke him. Angron revolted—he and his fellow gladiators destroyed the De Zion Arena, fled into the mountains with a vast army of slaves, and lived there for several years.

Nukoria's ruling class sent troops to surround them, and while no one could match Angron on the battlefield, his fellow gladiators were not extraordinary beings like him. There is no food, no armor, and no weapons in the deep mountains. They struggled through the day, exhausted by the day-to-day battles.

Eventually, seven well-equipped armies surrounded them. Desperate, Angron fed his blood to his trusted comrades to keep them alive, just as the Emperor's flagship arrived in Nucoria's orbit. He took the Imperial Army directly to the cave where Angron was hiding, the way this radiant lord of mankind treated Angron...

Abominable.

He promised Angron that he would create an army for him, and they would conquer the galaxy together. Angron refused without hesitation. For him, the most important thing at this time was to live and die with his fellow gladiators. He chose to fight those **** slave owners, those oppressors to the last moment~www.readwn.com~ The Emperor returned to his flagship in disgust, and then teleported Angron to him just before their battle was about to begin on the flagship. So he could only watch his comrades and brothers being killed like dogs by those oppressors, Angron fell into madness, killed one of the Custodians who surrounded him, and was then killed by the Emperor's psionic energy. Uniformed.

Angron asked him angrily, why didn't he intervene in their battle, since he called himself 'his own father', why didn't he help himself? The Emperor thought he was short-sighted and did not respond at all.

There is no need to describe what happened after that. He Shenyan believed that the real Angron had died at this moment. His heart was long dead on Nucoria, buried in the earth along with his fellow slave gladiators.

"At the time, I felt that Angron had betrayed my trust. He was the only Primarch who had not conquered his planet. By the time I learned what was in his head, it was too late." The Emperor added again With a sigh, he was doing self-examination in the face of the mage, but it only made He Shenyan amused.

"If you could tell him these words again, things wouldn't be what they are now."

"I can only tell you." The Emperor looked at him. "I am the lord of mankind, and I must be rational and impersonal at all times. If I don't, I can't see humanity as a whole. I can hear their prayers, but I can't hear the big ones. The majority responded, and that's the root cause."

He closed his eyes painfully: "...I am a human tool, not Angron's father. I am not anyone's father."