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"How many people have seen him?"

On the intranet forum of the White Tower Council, a user named Super Tauren 12726 posted a question.

He didn't name his name, he simply mentioned 'he', but there were a lot of people under this post who started replying like a hoax.

But in just 20 minutes, the number of replies to this post has risen to more than 700.

A user with a distinguished two-character id named 'elf' replied: "I saw him once, but only that one time. I haven't seen him for a long time. I heard that he has been in the street of the massage shop recently. The door is shaking."

A user named No Wings, No Succubus said to her in a provocative tone: "Of course, our succubus is much more attractive than your elves."

The user named Genie did not answer her, but this floor inevitably skewed the discussion to another level.

For example, aside from charisma, succubuses have nothing bigger than elves. This topic quickly made waves, pros and cons, the succubus elves and even the cross-border mages whose race is skeleton are speaking their views below... What a scene of a group of demons dancing wildly.

Let's look elsewhere, these trivial details don't really need to be described - there are many people replying below saying they have seen him.

Then, the super tauren posted another post and sent it to all the mages currently in the White Tower at the cost of fifty magic crystal cores.

That's an inquiry.

"Is he qualified?"

He Shenyan was among them, and he also received this news—the first time he saw it, He Shenyan didn't take it to heart. But he soon realized something was wrong.

For example, why are all the cross-border mages on the street staring at him?

He Shenyan slowly raised his eyebrows at a subtle speed, he opened the intranet forum, and began to read.

He couldn't miss the post made by the super tauren, it had been pinned by the administrator, and the popularity had reached an unprecedented level. Everyone wanted to click in and take a look, except He Shenyan.

He was staring at the title in silence - a strange feeling was taking root in his heart, and He Shenyan couldn't ignore it. After a brief hesitation, he finally clicked into the post.

Fifteen minutes later, he left the White Tower with a gloomy face and returned to the Imperial Universe. When people face certain things, their first reaction is often to escape, rather than face the danger.

...For him, this kind of thing is a kind of danger.

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If I had to use one word to describe Angron's current expression, it would probably take a lot of time.

It takes at least a dozen dictionaries to choose a word to perfectly describe the expression on his face, which is mixed with many emotions, which can be called a roller coaster of human emotions. In just half a minute, he vividly shows the diversity of human beings.

It varies from positive to negative, but definitely complex enough. Sanguinius, who was on the side, was so addicted to it that he even wanted him to come a few more times.

But Angron is not a fool, and Sanguinius' undisguised gaze was naturally noticed by him - the Lord of Red Sand slowly turned his head and stared at Sanguinius silently.

The archangel smiled awkwardly: "Is there a problem, Angron?"

"I have a lot of questions, in fact, there are as many as 10,000 questions I want to ask."

Angron said gloomily: "For example, why didn't He come to find me the first time, but went to meet the idiot who can't do anything but kill."

Frank, who was inexplicably affected, cast a calm look. He didn't say anything, and he didn't even feel angry, but the archangel gave him an apologetic look.

"Another example, why is Fulgrim so lucky?!"

Speaking of this, Angron couldn't help but growl in a low voice: "So lucky! He actually has the opportunity to redeem his fault with his own hands!"

Sanguinius knew what Angron was referring to—at this moment, Fulgrim was surrounded by three thousand Sons of the Emperor, all of whom had sworn to death at the beginning of the rebellion on Instevan III. loyalists from.

In fact, there should be more loyalists who died in battle, but 10,000 years is too long after all, not everyone still has a soul, and more people have already been wiped out in the echoes of the old days that lasted for 10,000 years. mind.

Even the soul has been broken and turned into nourishment for the brothers, providing the final reward for these loyal ones. We can say that this miracle did not depend on the blessing of the Emperor.

This miracle comes from themselves.

I am afraid that no one would have thought that the proverb that loyalty itself is a reward could be fulfilled in this way.

"Don't talk like you've done something wrong, my brother." Sanguinius lowered his eyes. "You are from another universe."

"But I still made mistakes." Angron's tone was still gloomy. "Givadoron, my first sergeant—the first sergeant here, who should have given his first strength to the rebuilding of Valor."

"However, due to my misdirection, I left him alone, and he died. Investigations later revealed that he died in an attack by a Tzeentch demon. Jiva Doren and the **** perished together, but that's not right."

"Not even the lives of a thousand Tzeentch demons can equal his precious life."

Sanguinius agrees - but what is a war without bloodshed?

Death is commonplace, and sacrifice is the cornerstone of an empire. Blood is pouring out all the time, and the dark galaxy is like a sharp bone-cutting knife, inflicting terrible torture on all human beings.

However, UU reading www.uukanshu. com A beam of light has appeared.

The road ahead for them is no longer bleak. After 10,000 years of sinking, mankind finally has a future worth fighting for.

"Don't talk about it, Angron. Givaudoren has returned to the Emperor's seat. He may be watching you. I don't think he wants to see his genetic father in grief."

Sanguinius raised his hand and gently touched Angron's shoulder: "Gone, gone. But we will meet again."

Angron nodded noncommittally and said nothing. Eyes were still fixed in Fulgrim's direction.

There, the phoenix with a bright smile was shedding tears uncontrollably. He was surrounded by a group of scarred Astartes, and on this dead planet, where not many people knew the exact location, a miracle was happening.

Before long, it will make the entire galaxy known.

The emperor's son has returned.