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"Cough, damn, it's so hard to find you... Can you stop and listen to me before you run into that place like you're suicidal?"

Angron turned sharply, and a pale man was floating in the universe, just behind him. He coughed again as if complaining, as if a little uncomfortable.

This strange, suspicious, handsome man looked at Angron and nodded: "I have to make sure first—you are Angron, right? The Primarch of World-Eating Courage?"

"Who are you?"

Angron asked calmly on the surface, but in fact he had already tightened his muscles. In a vacuum, he couldn't move as freely as he could on land, but the primarchs need not be so clear. As long as he wanted to, Angron could attack in the next second.

"Who am I to leave it for later, cough-" The man coughed again, he covered his mouth, and the overflowing golden light overflowed from his fingers.

Angron's pupils narrowed.

"Recognized? Very well, I think, I don't need to reveal my identity anymore, right?"

"That's his power..." Angron was puzzled. "who are you?"

The man sighed.

"I don't have that much time to explain to you who I am and where I came from...Actually, Angron. In the time we've been talking to each other, countless humans have gone to death, this The numbers are rising every second."

"I can't believe what a man who dared not tell my name said."

"...you're right." The man nodded, then extended his right hand. "It's too troublesome to talk, this will be more convenient."

"What do you want to do?"

The man smiled and disappeared, and when Angron realized what had happened, a hand was already on his shoulder. He then fell into a coma.

He Shenyan stood there, panting heavily. Just now, he crossed tens of thousands of worlds in one breath, and came here all the way through Angron's message - the Emperor didn't just leave him a message.

At the spider, he also left a little fragment of power, which he hoped could bring a little help to the mage. For He Shenyan, it really helps, as long as he can completely absorb this part of the power fragments. But he didn't have time, so the huge amount of psychic energy belonging to the Emperor spread wildly in his body every second.

"Ah... The last time I fought with that purple sweet potato spirit holding the Infinity Stone, it's so nostalgic." He coughed again and snapped his fingers at the same time. The psionic energy belonging to the Emperor himself helped him to cross the universe in an instant, taking Angron all the way to the sacred Terra of this world.

Namely, Earth.

This ancient planet, the cradle of mankind, has become very different from what she originally looked like. From the perspective of the universe, the blue color of the past has completely disappeared. The entire planet has been transformed into a global city, with all manner of grand buildings, temples, administrative buildings - and, of course, slums.

You can find both the richest and the poorest citizens here.

Terra has become completely different from what it was, but there is still one mountain that survives. It's even recognizable from the universe—that's the Himalayas, or rather, what's left of the Himalayas. This mountain has been transformed into a palace the size of the continental plate, with the most stringent protection in the entire galaxy.

With Angron, the small figure of the mage disappeared in a flash. Breaking through the atmosphere, breaking through the heavily guarded defenses, he entered the Golden Throne within a minute without alarming anyone. Those complicated psionic detection instruments and all kinds of whistles and monitors were of no use to him.

Only one person noticed his arrival, and even in order to see him, he deliberately evacuated all the forbidden troops around his throne.

He raised his head and looked at the carrion. The mage's eyes are a bit complicated.

"You're a little thinner than I thought," he joked.

The carrion sitting on the towering golden throne did not speak, and he had long since lost the ability to speak. His tongue is long gone, and the entire head looks like a skeleton. Various complex instruments flickered around him, and it was through psionic power that he was able to talk to the mage.

There was a smile in his voice: "My weight may not be as heavy as a chair now."

The mage coughed again, and golden particles of light poured out of his throat. A force emerged from the air, pressed gently on his shoulder, and the Emperor said, "It seems that he is really desperate."

"Thank you—ahem, but he hasn't gotten that share yet."

He Shenyan knew what the Emperor was doing, and he was helping him sort out his powers and assimilate them into magic powers belonging to the Mage. He closed his eyes to cooperate with the Emperor's psionic power, and said, "When did you find me?"

"From the time you came here, I learned of your existence... He borrowed the fragments of power in your body to send me a message."

He Shenyan stood up straight, the emperor withdrew his psionic energy, and asked, "So, what are you trying to do by telling my son the history that belongs to another universe?"

"Trade." The mage replied. "I noticed that your situation is much better here than his, and I want to borrow your son to fight a war - when it's over there, I'll come back with a helper to help you finish things over here. ."

The Emperor said, "No.... I know what you want, Mage. I just don't think there's any need for Angron to know what the other guy did over there."

He Shenyan was a little puzzled, he didn't say it, but the emotion did not hide the emperor: "I already know what he did. But, frankly, that Angron's fall is all my own fault. "

The mage found it absurd that the Emperor's counterpart, who kept saying that he was just a tool and that the Primarchs were just tools, could be so human. He is more like a living person than a god, with real joys, sorrows and emotions.

The Emperor was silent for a while, and another thing he did made him sigh: "...I don't understand, how could he treat his son like this?"

"You treat them as sons, but he doesn't. So, do you agree?"

The Emperor said calmly, "I never said I would say no - aren't they human?"

He Shenyan smiled: "Well, at this point, the two of you are exactly the same."

"However, you have to be careful." The Emperor's psychic energy swept across the palace, and the reality of 'He Shenyan came here' was obscured by him from the timeline, and the Emperor said: "They may Found you—at that time, we will face eight enemies."

"I think they will beat each other's brains first."

"It's not impossible." There was a slight smile in the Emperor's voice again. "Then go, Mage. I look forward to the day you come back with the rescue."

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Angron was confused, he couldn't understand what form he was in right now.

Am I dead?

He tried to lower his head, trying to move his arms, or his legs. But they all seemed to have disappeared, no matter how he 'thought', the body didn't give the answer it deserved. He couldn't see anything either, and there was a deep darkness in front of him.

Then, a little golden light slowly lit up in the darkness—sunshine, but not warm. Angron stared at that point of sunlight, and then, the darkness around him instantly changed into the universe.

His consciousness was floating in front of a planet he knew so well.

Nucoria.

His... hometown.

Angron stared at the familiar planet, and then, a fireball flashed across the universe, quickly approaching Nukoria. It was a drop cell—a drop cell used by young primarchs.

His perspective followed the landing chamber to the ground, barren mountains and snow ridges. It was no different from what he saw when he walked out of the landing chamber, but then things became very different.

A group of Eldar spirits surrounded the young Primarch. Strictly speaking, he was still less than a year old, but his body was mature enough in the landing chamber to look like a child. Facing the brutal attacks of the Eldar, the Primarch showed extraordinary fighting skills and will to kill.

Angron watched this scene in silence, an unarmed child killed hundreds of times his number of Eldar warriors. In the end, the scarred child stood between the corpse and the snow, blood stained every inch of his body, and then he fell to the ground.

"That's not right..." Angron muttered to himself.

He can do it now, but could he do it then? Unbeknownst to Angron, his past was very different from the scene in this vision. Without the Eldar attacking him, he fell into the snow, and then wandered the mountains alone for months, relying on self-taught hunted animals.

By the time he finally walked out of the mountains and started to communicate with the human settlement, he was already a sturdy young man wearing animal skins.

Angron looked on.

Not long after the primarch fell to the ground, a trembling slave trader approached. He is a native of Nucoria, and Angron snorted coldly when he first saw him - he abolished all slavery in Nucoria and executed all related practitioners. Especially these hateful slave traders.

The slave trader licked his lips, getting closer to the primarch. The child was then taken away. He didn't know who he was in contact with or what a big mistake he had made. He was simply, selling this seemingly not simple child to an arena.

Or rather, a slave arena.

Angron was silent. He watched that he gradually recovered under the care of the high-level arena, and then, as a child who made up the number, was thrown into the arena. He was accompanied by several hundred equally weak slaves, no warriors or young men. There were only children and decadent old men, who stood in a pit full of acid, trembling.

He was no exception, Angron stared at his younger self, fear written all over his face. It's normal, he can't even speak now. A heavy bell rang and the gladiatorial fight began.

The slaves began to kill each other, and the young Primarch huddled in the corner, watching in horror what was happening. He couldn't dodge until the end, and soon, an old man was staring at him. In self-defense, the young Primarch was forced to kill him. Then it got out of hand.

Some kind of substantial fury filled his eyes, made the child go wild, and in pain, fear, and pain, he was forced to kill all the other slaves, and then climbed to the middle of the arena by instinct. platform, survived.

That's why I want to abolish slavery.

Watching all this, Angron only felt that a flame was burning in his heart. The flame burned for a long time and never went out.

He watched the child being brought to the arena's owner and his family to receive the so-called 'reward', he had a name just like him, and watched him undergo rigorous training in the arena. Watching him become a great gladiator over the years....and watching how he suffered tragically from nightmares.

The hateful arena owner asked him to fight with the man he regarded as his father, he refused, and was taken to have the butcher's nail implanted.

If Angron could still feel his teeth at this moment, he should have clenched them. The cruel technology of the Butcher's Nail was also one of the reasons that prompted his determination to kill all the slave owners on Nukoria, when a younger version of him implanted with the Butcher's Nail was in front of him.

Howling, rolling. Covering his head in the mud puddle, he hit the stone in pain, and beside him, there was an old man who was chained. Angron stared at the old man, who did not know him. But he was familiar with the look—the look the Emperor had looked at him when he was still awake.

That is the father's eyes~www.novelmt.com~ The old man was dying, and there was a thick chain around his neck. The chains kept him from moving very far, and the old man sat by the wall, the young primarch wailing beside him. He looked at him sadly and silently, and said in Nukoriya, "Kill me, son of the mountain, so you can live."

Son of the Mountain's eyes were already covered by scarlet, and he abruptly smashed the hard stones on the ground with his head, and blood gushed out. The young Primarch roared inarticulately: "No!"

Bloody saliva dripped from between his lips and teeth, his face was hideous, his eyes widened with anger. Forcibly use his own willpower to contend with the ancient cruel technology in his mind, and prevent himself from getting close to the old man. But the resistance was useless, an evil voice chuckled in his ear, and then he went mad.

With a growl, he pounced on the old man. The old man's last eyes were content and happy - he knew that his child could live.

Angron wanted to close his eyes, he didn't want to look any longer. However, he couldn't do it.

He can only continue to watch, just like the other one in this fantasy world, he can only continue to fall into nightmares.