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Iklo disappeared, replaced by another man, a giant a little shorter than him. Angron stood up.

kahn.

His heir—the unfamiliar yet familiar heir looked at him with blood and tears in his eyes: "Father..."

A bolt of lightning flashed through Angron's brain: This child is a natural psionicist! Kahn has played tricks on this!

Damn it!

He immediately began to chagrin at his own carelessness, how could he be taken lightly in this regard?

However, Kahn did not attack him. He just stared at Angron. After a long time, he said: "What did you ask me to do, my lord?"

"I do not have--"

Kahn interrupted him: "In the bottom of the Conqueror, what did you ask me to do then?"

"I have no idea."

Angron said frankly that he did not want to cheat. Not out of pity for Kahn, he doesn't deserve, and, not deceiving others is one of Angron's principles.

He hated deception, and he would never deceive others himself.

"Then," Kahn said. "I'm relieved, you're not him. On the Conqueror, he was chained to the bottom of the boat... I went to see him and he told me to take the axe and the rest of my brothers and go down to the slave deck and kill three hundred people ."

Kahn's voice was soft as if he was whispering: "I asked him why, but he didn't answer."

The thunder rolled and came from afar, and the eyes of the betrayer were filled with tears of blood. The voice gradually merged with the monster whispering at the bottom of the Conqueror, with horns growing on the top of his head, his skin turning red, and wings growing behind him: "Kill three hundred people, take their skulls, and serve me Build a throne."

The illusion is gone.

"Did you do it?" Angron asked.

"I did." Kahn said frankly. "I followed his wishes, nailed the butcher, slaughtered our brothers, betrayed them all, and then killed the defenseless slaves. The...innocents."

"Then you don't deserve sympathy."

"I know, my lord. I have never asked for forgiveness or sympathy."

Angron showed a sneer with suppressed anger: "You designed a child, a hidden psionicist, with all your might, and then came to me in this way - what do you want?"

"A promise." Kahn looked at him quietly.

"Kill him, my lord, kill him," Kahn whispered, and his face began to blur. One thousand, ten thousand, countless vague faces like him appeared behind this betrayer. Their armor changed from blood red and golden red to white and blue at the beginning, from brutal world eaters to war dogs.

Kahn stood right in front of them, he didn't hit the damn butcher's nail, he showed a bright face, but his voice was still weak - with undisguised hatred.

They said in unison, "Kill him!"

Angron opened his eyes, and Iklo had passed out on the ground. He still had that angry echo in his ears. what is that?

he does not know.

Was it a tide formed by some common wish of the dead, reverberating in the warp and finally appearing before his eyes? Or was it mere illusion or Tzeentch's conspiracy to obscure his vision and determination?

Angron didn't know the answer, only what he was going to do.

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Arianto originally thought he would be taken to a place full of blasphemy, such as the sacrificial field he had seen and the slaughter field that chaos wizards and dimensional blacksmiths created to make something, but, unexpectedly, no .

This place is even brighter than the far-travel barge and all the ships he's been on, the silver floor, the white walls, the pale blue light falling from the ceiling, leaving him with the aftermath of the butcher's nail in his head Phantom pain was slightly lessened.

Two chairs that fit their figures were placed in front of them.

Arianto looked at the pressure gauge on the goggles, and the air filter didn't suggest any potential readings -- moreover, he knew that if the man wanted to kill them, he wouldn't have to bother. So Arianto took off his helmet and sat in the chair without saying a word, followed by Targaryen.

The blue light flashed, the air twisted, and He Shenyan emerged from the empty space in front of them, lying on an armchair, showing no respect for the conversation at all.

"Brother Arianto Dicario, and Brother Targaryen Morelius, hello, and welcome to the Vengeance," he said with a smile.

"Vengeance?"

"I thought I had already said what my ship's name was... The impact of the Butcher's Nail on you, although it includes memory, but your memory is very good, Brother Arianto, there is no need to do it again. Let's try it out, let's open the skylight and speak up."

"I can't trust you." Arianto said in a deep voice.

"I understand, but this conversation was not for me to talk to you."

He Shenyan smiled and disappeared from the spot again. At the same time, an Astarte wearing an unfamiliar armor walked in from the door. His left shoulder armor did not match the color of the iron-gray power armor. It was blood red with a relief of a pure skull on it.

"Who is it?"

That Astarte paused and seemed a little surprised. He raised his hand, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he took off his helmet, revealing a face that made Arianto's blood boil.

"Givadolen..." Targaryen, who had never spoken, said gloomily, and at the same time put his hand on the chainsaw sword around his waist.

"Why are you still alive?" he asked in a mocking tone, standing up.

"Because my service is not over, brother."

"Don't call me brother!" Targaryen roared, took off his helmet, and threw it at Jivaldoren's feet. "You don't deserve to be our brother! Coward! Betrayer! You betrayed Captain Erlen and our brother. I will never forget Istvan III!"

Givaudan closed his eyes: "I didn't run away, I didn't betray, brother."

Arianto stood up and stopped Targaryen, who wanted to say something. He was still a little surprised. Arianto originally thought that he had seen a lot, but he never thought that he would suddenly see a long-lost... an old friend today.

"Long time no see, Jivaldoren. You joined a new Chapter?"

"No," Givaudan replied in a low voice. "This power armor is a hero's relic, and I use it now, that's all."

"Ten thousand years have passed, we can't contact you, where are you?"

I live among the traitors. Try not to kill anyone, but also too cowardly to challenge anyone.

"I'm waiting," Givadolen said.

"What are you waiting for? The Legion is gone! We are traitors, all of us!" Targaryen roared suddenly with red eyes. Arianto immediately realized the seriousness of the problem - damn, he hasn't been sedated today! The Aftermath of the Butcher's Nail...wait for it! What about Givaudan's nails? !

However, it was too late, Targaryen had already launched a charge, and the roar of the chainsaw sword resounded in this small room. Arianto couldn't stop him. Who can stop a veteran who is determined to attack?

"Dangerous behavior detected and defensive measures activated."

An unfamiliar voice sounded above their heads, full of mechanical and coldness, and a burst of blue light flashed. Targaryen stood stiffly in place, the chainsaw sword in his hand stopped spinning, and the whole person seemed to be dead.

Givaudan sighed.

"Remove the defensive measures, the center of the magic circle, please... that adult, come here, I can't explain the current situation in a few words." He said to the top of his head with a wry smile.

"A message has been sent, Sergeant Jiva Doren. Please wait, he has sent a communication message, do you answer?"

"...Answer." After thinking about it again and again, Givaudan nodded.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that made Arianto's whole body icy came from the soft blue light on the ceiling: "I'll be there soon, Givaudan, hold them. Damn, what are you thinking? He It's just a matter of flashing the flames to solve this damn problem!"

"...Who is that?" Arianto asked tremblingly, one eye was red and bloodshot climbed up from the bottom of his eye. His temples began to vibrate, and the sound of killing came from his eardrums.

"It's who you think you are."

"Impossible!" he growled. "No—impossible! How could he ever speak to us in such a tone? He treats us as slaves!"

"He's not quite what you think." Givaudonen said euphemistically, and he didn't think he could reveal the truth of the matter casually without Angron's permission. But this covert attitude made Arianto even more manic.

His emotional excitement made his face look as terrifying as a ghost. The facial features are twisted, the scars and wounds are put together one by one, and the terrifying patterns are combined, and Arianto roars: "Liar!"

"I didn't lie to you, brother."

"Then show the evidence!" Arianto pointed to the door. "He said he'd be there soon, but I don't believe it. Who would be walking in through that door? A demon? Or a monster?"

He activated the chainsaw sword with a bang, covering half of his face, and his voice became cold and gloomy: "Just... I also promised many people that I would tear his throat. "

"Whose throat?"

Angron walked in from the door and looked at these two children, whom he was completely unfamiliar with, with complicated eyes.

"Ding dong."

The chainsaw sword fell to the ground.

Arianto trembled all over.

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In the main control room, He Shenyan happily took a cup of tea and took a sip: "Of course I can solve these things casually, but how can I enjoy watching family ethics dramas?"

The scene in the room was emerging on the light curtain in front of him. The mage smiled and took another sip of the long-lost black tea, saying that his bad taste has become more and more serious recently.

However, it is still within the acceptable range.