Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"..."

Clone Angron looked around.

He immediately found that the atmosphere at this time was a bit weird, and he was the only normal person among everyone present, even though he was a clone...

The demon primarch collapsed on the ground, panting heavily. There was nothing wrong with its body on the surface, but the spiritual power the Emperor had just exerted had definitely caused it a lot of pain, so it couldn't even move now. move.

And since the Daemon Primarch could not move, the clone Angron found himself safe.

Karn, some Space Marines from the Butcher Warband, Lotara... The clone found that these people seemed to regard themselves as one of their own. They were just sitting there, neither killing themselves according to the wishes of the daemon primarch, nor killing themselves. Don't talk to yourself.

It was like...an old friend who hadn't seen each other for many years had appeared. Everyone was sitting together with mixed emotions, ready to talk.

Kahn and the others all had Butcher's Nails, while Lotara existed in an illusory state similar to a machine spirit.

Regarding the former, the guilt in clone Angron's heart even prevented him from saying a word to Kahn, asking Kahn about his attitude towards his clone.

This guilt comes from the memory that is exactly the same as the original body. Due to the out-of-control behavior of the "original body", those who are still loyal to the original body, such as Kahn, were given the butcher's nails in order to get close to the original body, which ultimately led to the tragedy of the entire legion.

For the latter, Lotara, clone Angron also felt a little guilty, but he was more curious about why Lotara became like this.

Like a...

ghost.

The word ghost came to Angron's mind.

"There are no nails in your brain." Kahn glanced at the father of the demon-enhancing gene who was lying next to him and had regained some mobility, and then his eyes fell on the father of the cloned gene.

The clone nodded: "As you can see, I am a clone of Angron. That bastard Fabius didn't put any nails on me after creating me."

Kahn nodded, rubbed his left arm with his right hand, and shrank his neck, as if he felt cold to the environment here.

Then Kahn started talking to himself.

"Being by your side, I feel that my thinking will be much normal."

"It's like some of the torture of the Butcher's Nails and my everlasting rage have been taken away."

"Although you are a clone, you seem to have more useful abilities than your original body."

Your true nature.

When clone Angron heard Kahn use such words, he instantly realized that although Kahn had become a slave of the Blood God like his own body, their relationship was not good until now.

Kahn's love for his genetic father seems to be less fervent than before.

"My original body wanted to kill me, that's why it dragged me here." Clone Angron looked at the original body that climbed up and leaned on the ruins, "But it looked like it was about to be exiled. When I was dragged here, it was like a flashback."

"I don't care." Kahn said coldly.

Clone Angron looked at Kahn, then looked at Lotara.

The latter spread his hands and shook his head expressionlessly.

"Ten thousand years ago, the World Eaters revolted, and Horus died in battle."

Kahn continued.

"Only three legions remained intact after escaping into the Eye of Terror: the Death Guard, the Black Legion, and the Word Bearers."

"The World Eaters are not among them."

"Thorax, who had previously seized the Conqueror's flagship and was reluctantly assisted by Lotara, that bastard dreamed of uniting the World Eaters into a legion again instead of small warbands."

"It wasn't just him who tried."

"It was once possible for the World Eaters to return to form a Legion."

Speaking of which, Karn, the blood god's choice and the person who influenced the fate of the 12th Legion, looked at the clone Angron and also glanced at Angron himself.

After a pause, Kahn continued speaking.

"It was I who completely eliminated the possibility of the World Eaters returning from warbands to legions. With a massacre and a bloody battle, I ensured that the World Eaters would never be able to merge into one again."

"So to me, I don't care if you are a clone or the original, I don't care why you were brought here, and I don't care if I should kill you."

"I just want to sit here with Lotara..."

Lotara, who was projected by the device inside the knight, nodded.

"With my brothers."

The members of the war gang called the Butchers led by Kahn all rarely sat down next to their war gang leader, instead of shouting anxiously and violently about who they wanted to kill and how many people they wanted to kill.

"I just want to sit here with these people, while we get weirdly rational, and think about what our genetic father would have been like if he were a normal person."

After speaking, Kahn grabbed a handful of bloody soil and threw it into the bonfire.

The flames grew stronger.

"You speak quite coherently." Clone Angron held back his words for a long time before he could only say this sentence, "I'm surprised."

He originally thought that after being struck by the Butcher's Nail, his descendants would all be lunatics who would feel uncomfortable if they didn't kill people, and would be unable to think or communicate at all.

As for Thorax, who would even run away... Thorax is the exception.

However, what the clone Angron didn't know was that Kahn was also an exception.

Abaddon once said of Kahn: Only fools would regard Kahn as a mindless mad dog. Beneath that blood-stained helmet lurks wisdom and cunning.

"I don't often do this. This is an exception." Kahn said coldly.

"Betrayer." The demon primarch let out a low roar, "You should chop off that fake dog's head now and offer it to the Blood God!"

Kahn glanced at his demonized genetic father, then looked away again, and then a dull laugh came from under his helmet.

Until the clone Angron looked at Kahn in confusion and tried to ask the reason, Kahn himself explained: "So, if my genetic father had not driven nails, would he be a sane person?"

Clone Angron did not answer because he was not sure.

He had heard some comments about the Primarch's life experience from Lord Tyron, about what the Primarch lacked most - education. Although the Primarchs knew much from birth, they still needed to be taught.

Even though the cloned Angron didn't make nails, he still had the same education as his original body, so he had a unique set of values.

The entire universe is a super arena formed one after another like an arena. The emperor and the four gods are slave owners. The people who resist in this universe are rebellious gladiators.

Freeing more slaves and allowing more gladiators to become like-minded brothers and sisters, this is the clone Angron's understanding of the great cause mentioned by the Lord of Tyrone.

Even he himself felt that there was something wrong with this understanding.

So when Kahn said that the genetic father who didn't drive nails was a sane man, the Angron clone didn't respond.

"Shouldn't be sane or smart enough."

"I'm still impulsive, just like I took the initiative to challenge my abominable body in a duel and then had an arm chopped off by him."

After thinking again and again, clone Angron said to Kahn.

"I was born in a gladiatorial arena. What can you expect from me in terms of reason and intelligence? I am still an angry and warlike person, but at least I won't be a mad dog who bites whoever I catch."

I will post two more chapters later. I will save one chapter today.