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He then looked down.

Uprising, fleeing to the mountains. All these are things he has never experienced before, and this individual who is younger than him seems to be completely different from him at the time. This Angron didn't speak much and was silent. He always seems to be grinning, because of his butcher's nail, he must always suppress himself or he will go into a frenzy and kill everyone around him.

They fled to their bodies, without food, without supplies, without clothing to protect them from the cold. Hundreds of slave gladiators died from cold and starvation alone. This Angron took them to abscond in the deep mountains for several years, during which they fought many times with the troops who came to capture and hunt them down.

More people died.

So he was even more silent, as was everyone else. No one will be around the fire with hopeful words or dirty jokes to liven things up. Everyone was silent, everyone was desperate. He looked around and couldn't find a face with hope, not even himself.

However, no one blamed him. Say something better than staying in the arena, none of them. They seem to have already made up their minds - even if they die, they will die with this young man.

Angron knew that this situation would not last long.

Nukoria's ruling class is known as the High Cavalry, a title that is as frivolous and honorable as their beloved business of the slave trade. They wouldn't allow a special case like Angron to live for too long, and sure enough, the fantasy scene jumped. Seven well-equipped and large armies surrounded them.

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Angron rubbed a knife on his wrist. The man lying on the ground had bronze skin and was covered in scars. His lips were pale and bloodless, and Angron knew it was because he had been without food or water for too many days.

All are.

He frowned, and a small gesture made the nails in his brain feel a sharp pain like a needle stick. Angron gritted his teeth, exhaled lightly, threw the knife on the ground, and bit his wrist with his teeth.

Blood poured out, and he carefully held his wrist in front of the man, but he stubbornly refused to drink it.

Angron looked at him, and the other party would have the same firm look, deadlocked—in the end, he gave in. The man sighed and shed tears: "You don't have to do this, it's not worth it."

"No." Angron put his wrist to his mouth and replied in a low voice, "It's worth it."

There were only about forty people left in the cave, and thirteen of them were too weak to fight. Angron used his blood to restore their fighting power one by one. He didn't know why his blood had this effect, just as he didn't know why he was taller and stronger than others.

But he doesn't care.

From outside the cave came a few words in Nukoriya dialect, all insults. Angron closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already holding a long spear leaning against the rock wall of the cave.

He looked around at the trembling but determined ones, and whispered, "Let's..."

He couldn't finish his words, and with a white light, some strangers appeared in this small cave. Their stature makes this already crowded place even more cramped.

A group of tall warriors in brass armor and bright red cloaks guarded a man in golden armor. Angron stared at his face, which was a kind of nobility and rationality beyond the mundane world, but he felt a burst of anger coming from nowhere.

"Who are you?" Angron asked in a deep voice.

The god-like man looked at him, smiled—just that, and then returned to his expressionless face: "Your creator, your father."

"My father is dead."

A golden light flashed in the man's eyes, and he said lightly: "That's just a gladiator, an ordinary mortal. Come on, come back to me, I will give you an army that moves according to your will, we can Conquer the universe together."

Angron just thought it was absurd.

Incredibly ridiculous.

If it wasn't for him to know that the man wasn't lying... Angron shook his head and said calmly, "No, I refuse."

Those warriors in brass armor changed their standing positions, and a sense of threat like thorns on their backs made Angron also assume a posture about to attack. The man shook his head and said displeasedly, "Do you know who you rejected? Do you know what kind of future you rejected? This is for the future of the entire human race!"

"I don't care about the future of mankind, my lord." Angron showed a mocking smile. "get out."

The man was indifferent to his insulting words, and just left here with the group of warriors in a similar white light. Angron noticed the look in his eyes, and he knew that things were probably not over yet.

However, he doesn't care.

He grabbed the spear and nodded to the brothers around him. "It's time to die, my brothers. What do you think?"

"Stop talking, Angron." A one-armed warrior replied with a smile. "We won't let you die before us."

Angron raised his eyebrows, and the nails explored in his mind wantonly, drilling deeper and deeper, but he did not show any anger towards these warriors: "Okay, I'll wait and see."

The battle ended quickly.

They are not the enemy's opponents who are starving. Even though Angron is very brave and wears no armor, he can go in and seven out of the battle with only a spear, but when the enemy presses the sword on his brothers' necks When he got up, Angron could only throw away his weapon.

The soldiers abused him and even spat at him. Someone kicked his leg, trying to get the big man to his knees. Their attack was like a tickling to Angron, who was indifferent. So, an enemy officer smiled and dropped his knife, and the head of one of his comrades fell to the ground.

Angron's face twitched.

His flesh, his bones, his soul—every part of his body and mind throbbed. The Butcher's Nail gave him countless visions of cruelty, and a thousand wraiths he had slain and the faces of his brother and his father roared at him. Angron pressed them all down abruptly.

No, I can't go crazy or they'll all die.

He knelt down.

The officer smiled complacently, and he came to the giant, wanting to be condescending. But he was stunned to find that even if Angron knelt down, he was as high as he was standing. He slapped Angron angrily, causing his own palm to hurt.

The officer angrily took the sword from his hand, and just as he was about to pierce Angron's eyes, a white light flashed - he was gone.

"Do not-!"

The first second he saw the man, Angron understood everything. He roared as if he had lost everything, and his anger quickly attacked his mind. A voice smiled contentedly at him, promising him countless powers, but Angron didn't listen carefully - he rushed towards the man with his bare hands like a madman.

Then he was surrounded by warriors in brass armor, all of whom were skilled and not much weaker than him. But the anger that drove him still allowed Angron to kill a soldier with his bare hands. Seeing this scene, the man squinted.

The air became sticky, and an inexplicable force made Angron pressed to the ground like a dog, unable to move. He burst into tears, looking at a screen not far away, where his brothers were being killed one by one by the enemy.

The man walked in front of him, and Angron couldn't see his face, and didn't want to look at it: "...You obviously have the ability to end this war."

"Yes I have."

"Then why don't you intervene?! Can't you see our identity? What did you say for the future of mankind, are they not human?!"

The man didn't answer, he crouched down so that Angron could see his face. A disappointed and cold face: "In the future, you will understand."

"There is no more."

Angron whispered, staring at the screen: "...I am dead, with them."

"One ghost will suffice for my plan for you."

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Angron closed his eyes, and the vision in the illusion subsided.

It was hard for him to empathize with what this person was going through, there was nothing like that in the world - he was just sad for him.

A heartfelt, deep sadness.

He had a completely different experience from this man, not surrounded by Eldar, not implanted with butcher's nails, and not besieged. But he had experienced a similar rage—when Angron first saw Nukuria's gladiatorial arena, his anger nearly clotted the blood of everyone present.

He opened his eyes, and an old man stood in front of him.

He was old, thin, and short. Not much different from Dry Bones, Angron knew who he was at the first sight of him.

So, with anger, he asked in a low voice, "Why did you do that?"

The old man closed his eyes and seemed to be in pain, but he did not answer.

"And then? After that, what did he do?"

The old man opened his eyes and said tiredly and sadly: "He betrayed mankind, turned his offspring into a **** slaughtering machine, and finally fell to the side of Chaos completely. He became a monster of Khorne."

"As it should be, benevolence is benevolence." Angron's voice was still calm. "This is your plan for him?"

"No... It shouldn't be like this." The old man lowered his head. "What I originally expected was that he could conquer that world with strength and unyielding - he is a Primarch. If he can't do such a thing, how can he face the dangers from the whole universe in the future?"

"He's just a child!" Angron was almost out of control, and the things he had just seen so far produced all kinds of complicated emotions, and Angron suppressed them with absolute willpower, pressing them in his heart. But this time it all exploded.

"He's just a child treated like a slave! You can't be so cold-blooded that everyone is born a good sword, even if he is a perfect piece of steel, it needs to be forged by a craftsman!"

Silence lasted for a while.

The old man said slowly: "I was... blinded at the time. He was my fault. His pain and sorrow are directly related to me. I admit it."

"Keep it up and talk to him face to face." Angron said coldly.

"I'm not him, it's useless for you to say these things to me, and you're not my father. My father wouldn't be so cold to everyone, seeing us as tools—he might not be human either, but At least be willing to tell me about your ideals."

The old man sighed wearily again, and he stopped talking.

A sense of weightlessness struck, and Angron knew that he was about to leave this illusion. The old man was floating in the universe, he was lonely and hunched over his back, looking at Angron with regret and guilt in his eyes. An emotion hit his heart, and Angron wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

He opened his eyes and found himself in Terra, with the Golden Throne and his father in front of him. He was startled, and the mage was standing beside him, leaning against the wall, looking at him calmly. Noticing his gaze, he even smiled.

Glancing at him, Angron looked away. The Emperor's psychic energy vibrated in the air: "You are awake, Angron."

"Just now I-"

"-I know."

Angron lowered his head, his chest heaving: "I don't understand."

"Then don't understand," the Emperor said flatly. "Even I can't understand him, let alone you? Get to know each other, Angron, this is He Shenyan, a... Mage. Well, different from the psionicists."

"You brought me here?"

Facing his question, He Shenyan nodded: "It's me."

"You let me see...his experience?"

"Well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is up for debate - it's true that I let you see the knowledge of another world, but I didn't expect you to talk to him directly face to face." He Shenyan's eyes were slightly eccentric. "If you're uncomfortable with this, I can apologize."

"No, it's not necessary," Angron said bluntly. "It's also a rarity for me to see another experience of myself, and it's worth it considering we're going to that world."

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows: "I haven't said this yet."

"It's not hard to guess." Angron nodded at him, turning his head to look at the Emperor. His eyes swept across his thin and corrupt body: "Can you still hold on...?"

"Don't worry, Angron." The Emperor smiled. "Your brother is fighting in the warp, how can I stop here? Go ahead - I look forward to the day you come back with support. To be honest, I'm actually looking forward to a Guilliman who doesn't defect. "

"Wait—what?!" Angron exclaimed.

The Emperor's laughter grew louder. "We were just discussing this, and you'd be surprised by what's going on in that world, my son. But...don't worry—I'm right by your side."