Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

In this way, the Lord of Avalon, in a very abrupt and unreliable manner, tried to win over a blood brother she had just met, and join him in the great struggle against the Emperor.

Then, no surprise.

And so she succeeded: winning faster than even Khan's motorcycle.

【……】

It can only be said that the forthright, profound and unique fatherly love of the Lord of Mankind has indeed played an irreplaceable help in cultivating the independent will of the Primarchs: it only took him five seconds to become the God of Blood. What he has not been able to do after more than ten years is truly worthy of being the genetic father whom Morgan admires the most.

Morgan was not surprised by the verbal agreement easily reached with Angron. After all, after losing everything on Nuceria and regaining his clear mind, Angron could easily tell that Morgan was The best person for him so far: he clearly remembers everything the Lord of Avalon did to save himself, and also remembers the sacrifices of his other brother Conrad.

As for the Emperor, it is true that Angron did not remember the importance of the Emperor in the entire plan, but the Lord of Mankind tore this kindness to pieces with his own hands, and in the various subsequent measures, not only did not make up for it in the slightest, but fully This perfectly reflects his ruthless tool concept towards Angron: this is enough for this Primarch, who has fallen into nothingness and has no cares, to regard the golden face of the Emperor as his only remaining goal in life. One of them.

It is true that just as the Astartes warriors have an almost unreasonable innate sense of loyalty to the Primarch, all Primarchs must also be bound by some kind of infinite loyalty in front of the Emperor, but Compared to the warriors under their command, this constraint is much weaker: it cannot fundamentally limit the firm choices of each Primarch.

The Lord of Mankind is not a king who is good at taking advantage of such constraints, and Angron is by no means a special case among his men: such examples can be said to be everywhere in the original body.

Then I thought about it: Even Mortarion, who the Emperor [pleased in every possible way], would have endless resentment towards the Lord of Mankind, and Jaghatai, whom the Emperor chose to [treat rationally], was recognized as the least loyal one. One of the Primarchs: With these two perfect examples in front of him, for Angron, who was "completely ignored" by the Emperor, there was only one choice left for him.

So, of course, out of contempt for a worthless life, closeness to the Lord of Avalon who was willing to help him, and simple hatred for the Lord of Mankind: the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion, after he officially Within five minutes of joining the Empire, you become a potential rebel in this great nation.

As for Angron's loyalty to the Emperor?

Ah...maybe it lasted five seconds.

And Morgan's [Insurance Plan] has also added a heavy weight: no matter what impact Angron's own confusion will have on the War Dog Legion, the Twelfth Legion is after all a force that can affect the trend of the entire galaxy. In terms of reliability, if only against the Emperor, Angron may be Morgan's staunchest ally.

After all, Jonson's loyalty is unshakable, and even Morgan can't imagine what kind of conditions would prevent the Lord of Caliban from rushing to Terra's aid at a critical moment.

As for seeded players like Guilliman, Magnus or Perturabo, their thoughts are always erratic, and Morgan has no confidence in making them his best friends: it would be a good situation if they can be neutral.

As for Conrad...

hehe.

So, compared to these people. Angron's statement also became important: the Primarch clenched her fists with a smile, and touched her blood brother slightly, sealing this illusory verbal covenant.

At this moment, the Lord of Avalon even allowed herself to imagine a better future. She imagined that she would throw both the Emperor and Malcador out of the Palace of Terra, and then turn the entire human empire into her own private property: Of course Well, it needs to be after her great father has calmed down all the threats to the Empire and the Great Crusade.

When that time comes, she doesn't mind concentrating all the resources of the empire to help Angron develop a thorough solution, and she doesn't mind fulfilling the small wishes of other brothers: for example, maintaining the independence of the Five Hundred Worlds, or making the five hundred worlds independent. Perturabo went to do whatever his heart wanted to do, without being obsessed with war.

As for the emperor...

The primarch narrowed his eyes.

If possible, Morgan would definitely not kill the Emperor. Her hatred for the Emperor is no longer so huge, but has been slightly lowered: probably from death to exile.

Perhaps, after cutting off the Emperor's wings, she would secretly exile the Lord of Mankind to some wild world not located on any interstellar route, in a lush valley, or next to the beach, to give the Emperor The emperor built a house made of mud and tiles, allowing her genetic father to experience the simple life of slash-and-burn farming, gathering and hunting, and only being able to bask in the sun every day: maybe he could also have a good communication with the primitive tribes in the wild world.

At worst, she would throw the palm holder Malcador together and let Malcador and the emperor experience farm life together. One would be responsible for farming and the other would be responsible for weaving: she didn't believe that these two people could still do it together. Can you use your hands to create a spaceship for escaping from prison?

Of course, if Malcador is not satisfied with this arrangement, out of the most basic respect for the Seal Holder, Morgan can also choose a feudal world that is not on any route, and then throw the Seal Holder there and let him be the An elementary school teacher who has nothing to do all day long and can only spend time with books or children: As a politician who was once at the top of the empire, killing the political life of the person holding the seal is much more interesting than killing his biological life. .

When such vicious thoughts passed through Morgan's mind, the Lord of Avalon could hardly suppress the smile on his face, but with the blessing of good education and strong rationality, the Primarch was still able to keep his expression calm She stood up as usual, pulled her brother to his feet, and patted the dust on his forearms reassuringly: she couldn't reach Angron's shoulders after all.

[I'm glad we reached an agreement. 】

Morgan took the cup from Angron's hand, snapped his fingers, and the invisible waves of water cleaned it, and then accurately placed it back in its original position. This skillful movement attracted Angron's instinctive curiosity. His heart also made him realize that he was now in a world that was so fantastic to him before.

"I won't go against it."

The Son of the Mountain nodded, as he had said before, as long as the situation allowed, he would be happy to make an enemy of the Emperor for the sake of the conflicts and humiliation on Nuceria in the past: he had no intention of killing the Emperor. But beating that old bastard to the ground and letting him experience the humiliation of a loser was enough to make Angron resolutely risk his life.

In the final analysis, Angron now does not complain about the Emperor for creating him, nor why the Emperor threw him into a hopeless world like Nuceria: the Primarch's hatred for the Lord of Mankind, It just came from that moment that was etched deep in his mind.

When he roared about his brother and the most precious treasure in his life in front of the Emperor, Angron could see the undisguised contempt and indifference in the eyes of the Lord of Mankind: That was not for him Yes, but to the battle brothers he calls.

In the eyes of the almighty emperor, there was naturally no room for dozens of humble slaves. Angron's little brothers were not worth mentioning in the eyes of his genetic father: just for the dignity of these dead people, Angron is willing to wait for the moment of revenge.

Not for the Empire, not for Nuceria, not for those illusory Chaos Gods.

Just for his brothers.

Just for... Angron himself.

As for Morgan's alliance, whether he wanted to use his power, Angron didn't care much about it: Morgan's olive branch was just a smooth sailing for him, and even if it was to repay the Lord of Avalon for being in Nuceria For all his hard work, Angron wouldn't mind joining Morgan's secret camp.

Anyway, the current Nucerians are just a living ghost. In order to no longer become the blood god or the emperor's permanent slave, Angron will not easily seek death and life, but if the situation allows, He won't pay attention to his miserable life.

Nothingness filled the primarch.

He has become the king of nothingness.

Although, this is the best result.

Standing opposite Angron, Morgan naturally saw all this in her eyes. She had no intention of continuing to get involved with the Son of the Mountain: being able to achieve this step is already the limit of the Lord of Avalon, unless he can be like Like Conrad, let Angron stay by Morgan's side for at least ten more years and slowly cultivate him.

Morgan didn't mind this.

But it is a pity that the Lord of Avalon's proposal was rejected by her genetic father: the emperor's disregard for Angron was real. He told Morgan bluntly that compared with the [already formed] principle of education, Body, the Spider Queen has a more important use for the Emperor.

Recalling this, Morgan's eyes flashed with a sharp edge. She gave Angron a few simple instructions, but she still couldn't get any effective response from the expressionless Son of the Mountain. : Angron's indifference is different from Dorne. Morgan can feel a fiery heart from Dorne, which is the true soul of the Lord of the Imperial Fist.

But Angron?

Even his heart was cold.

In the end, even the Lord of Avalon could only leave the scene in embarrassment. She ended the meeting with a few words, giving Angron a way to contact her at any time as necessary insurance. With a difficult thank you, Morgan pointed to the pile of [gifts] she had left behind, and then walked towards the main entrance of the hall.

But the moment she touched the doorknob, the Lord of Avalon seemed to sense something. She turned her head, only to see that Angron had sat on the ground again, with his head lowered and his breath heavy: His nothingness was obviously not Morgan. A simple problem that can be solved in a few words.

At this time, Angron also noticed Morgan's gaze returning. He did not hide his depressed state. He just sat there with his hands on his knees, looking blankly into the void outside the porthole, with chapped lips.

He almost muttered.

"Tell me, how am I going to survive, Morgan?"

"..."

"I have nothing left."

The original body bit his lips until they turned white. The muscles on his cheeks were intertwined with pain and regret. He seemed to want to spit out more complaints, but in the end, all he issued was an endless sigh and a kind of A painful moan similar to a sob.

"I should have died, it would have been better for all of us."

"What can I do while I'm alive? Just like now, living in a muddleheaded way until I meet death again? Become a slave that the big guys are fighting for again? If his purpose in shaping me is to make me a slave, then what? Why should I be able to breathe like a human being and have the same emotions and emotions?"

"..."

"He might as well have killed me from the beginning, on his magnificent flagship, cut off my head, and wiped out my soul. That was the only mercy he could give me, but he refused to use this mercy Give to me.”

"...He threw me back into the cage."

"...Morgan...I..."

"Thank you for your kindness, thank you, and Conrad for your efforts, but this..."

"This means to me..."

"It's the cage: the slave's cage."

"I'm like a slave: like a slave with nothing."

"..."

After a long time, the primarch tried his best to pull the smile on his cheeks, showed an apologetic smile to his blood relative, and asked her to forgive him for venting his anger one-sidedly.

"Sorry, Morgan, I...I didn't mean to disturb you."

"I just...I just think it's hard for you to understand that I'm..."

【No. 】

【I can understand it. 】

Before Angron finished speaking, his blood relative interrupted him directly with an almost arrogant attitude: Morgan had turned her head back, and she saw the heavy steel door where she stood. At a close distance, the shadow cast completely covered the expression on the face.

But the Lord of Avalon's firm voice was like a sharp sword, easily piercing Angron's confused heart and piercing the deepest eternity of the Son of the Mountain.

[Listen, Angron. 】

[I can understand all your feelings now: because I once had the same experience as you, and my experience was even worse than yours. You at least had them before you lost them, and I But he doesn’t even have the qualifications to own or lose. 】

The Primarch smiled, and the bitterness in her laughter silenced the Son of the Mountain: he realized that this was not Morgan's lie.

[You and I are the same, brother: we both have nothing and have entered this great empire. We are different from our ridiculous blood relatives. While they were still immersed in expeditions and family ties, we have already seen through it. Although we know the truth about this galaxy, we already know our sad status and essence. 】

[That guy was as ruthless to me as he was to you: he didn't even bother to pretend in front of me, he just tore off his father's mask, and every note he made was full of calculations. 】

[In front of him, I will turn into that guy with nothing at any time. 】

【……】

[I used to think so: just like you now. 】

【but……】

The primarch grinned.

She drawled her tone leisurely, turned her sight, and noticed that Angron had been attracted by her words: Under the gaze of the Son of the Mountain, Morgan showed the smile on the corner of his lips very clearly, which was very convincing. force.

[But now, the situation is different, Angron. 】

[I no longer have nothing, I have found the most precious thing in this galaxy, a treasure worth protecting and planning for a long time: this kind of treasure does not belong to me alone, brother, if you want it , you can also have them. 】

【Have your share. 】

[So, don’t despair so quickly. 】

[Just wait a moment: Just wait a little while. 】

"..."

"what are you saying?"

Angron frowned. It was hard for him to imagine any treasure that could compare with his battle brothers on Nuceria: the mere thought made him feel blasphemous.

But Morgan did not answer him. The Lord of Avalon just withdrew his gaze, smiled and pushed open the heavy door in front of him. With a huge vibration, only Angron, who was frowning, was left in the huge room. .

Then, nothingness struck again.

After a short period of thinking with no results, Angron did not continue. He buried his head in his two arms, like a lifeless stone statue, and just sat there, silent for a long time.

It's the only thing he can do.

…

treasure?

Maybe it was just his blood relatives comforting him once again.

——————

Outside the door, the Lord of Avalon can obviously do more.

The moment she closed the door, a dozen eager-looking heads swarmed in front of the Spider Queen. Morgan could identify Kil at the front, as well as Kahn and Dreger, who were squeezed to the back. Well, as for the dozen rough faces in the middle, the Lord of Avalon cannot fully recognize them.

These war dogs were all too rough: far less refined than her offspring.

The original body waved his hand to signal the little guys in front of him to keep quiet, and then focused his attention on Kil in the front. Morgan's face was slightly serious, so the expressions of each war dog also became less beautiful. .

[Angron has woken up. 】

Just the first sentence caused a low cheer.

[But his condition is very bad. As we expected, he should be more resistant to communicating with people and meeting you: specifically, he has not yet found the right person for the Emperor and the entire human empire. The reason for the effectiveness, as for the reason, I guess I don’t need to say it. 】

Morgan forced a smile. In the somewhat depressing atmosphere, she looked for factors that could turn the situation around: in the end, she saw some remaining possibility in Kahn, who was standing at the end of the team.

"I understand, my lord."

The acting legion commander nodded. He bowed to Morgan quite seriously. Every war dog behind him also did the same: for the soldiers of the Twelfth Legion, this was an unimaginably serious decision. etiquette.

"Once again, thank you for all you have done for our Primarch and our Legion."

Keir's face was serious, and Morgan's words did not dampen his fighting spirit.

"As for our genetic father, we will try to persuade him: we have waited for a hundred years for his return, and we still have more patience and time to prove to him that we are worthy of his warriors, We will not be afraid of any failures or setbacks.”

【……Wish ya'll good luck. 】

Morgan said nothing more. After showing everyone a simple farewell smile, she left without looking back: The Lord of Avalon has no reason to stay here anymore. Everything she can do for Angron , everything she could get from Angron was over, and there was nothing left to miss.

Although the result is not too good, it is definitely not too bad. There is only a kind of unwilling regret: and this kind of slightly unwilling regret is the norm in this universe.

As for what’s next…

It's up to the war dogs themselves.

——————

The Human Empire was more ruthless and boring than Angron imagined.

Because, even the only tranquility he had now, the Son of the Mountain did not enjoy it for too long. Before the sound of Morgan's riding boots disappeared at the corner of the corridor, a deep impact forced the Primarch to raise his head: I saw a lonely figure walking in. Although this figure was far less muscular than Angron, it was still much stronger than an ordinary mortal.

Even compared to Morgan, this figure is not much shorter: In other words, the Lord of Avalon, who can only touch Angron's chest, may be the exception.

This sturdy figure was obviously in awe of Angron. He quickly closed the iron door behind him, not daring to disturb the tranquility in the room. However, the moment before he closed the iron door, the sight of the Primarch was still captured. When they reached the crack of the door, a dozen identical figures were huddled together, nervously looking into the room.

Angron did not speak. He quietly watched the figure walk down the steps and approach him slowly and solemnly. The son of the mountain's dead expression made the visitor's breathing sound not too obvious. When he walked up to About ten steps away, he stood up straight like a warrior, with a hint of uncontrollable trembling in his low tone.

"My lord."

he said.

"We have finally waited for you: Lord Angron, my Primarch, we have waited for this day for a long time, and your Legion is ready for this moment when you will lead us."

"We are willing to go through fire and water to the end of the world for your will."

"I am your heir, your most loyal war dog and sharp blade, my name is..."

"enough!"

Originally, Angron was still a little curious about his words, but the son of the mountain quickly felt bored with the obedience and loyalty he heard from these words: these so-called heirs of him, and Nukairi What's the difference between the servants loyal to the high-ranking knights? They are just some higher-level servants. Because of a little transformation or brainwashing, they can swear their loyalty and dedication to a complete stranger casually.

This made Angron feel sick.

He did not get up, nor was he so furious that he tried to tear the sound apart. Without the torture of the Butcher's Nails, Angron's nature was not actually bloodthirsty, and he had also lost the urge to kill wantonly.

The Primarch just turned around and turned his back to the visitor. His voice was as heavy as thunder. Just opening his mouth made the war dog ten steps away tremble.

"leave."

Angron said.

"Get out of here: I'm not interested in listening to your vows or loyalty. I just want to be alone and leave this room. I don't want to see you here."

"grown ups……"

The figure's breathing changed. He obviously did not expect such a situation. Even if his back was turned to him, the original body could keenly feel how embarrassed this guy was standing there: even with such an accusation, there was no It aroused anger in his heart, which only made Angron more contemptuous.

The war dog seemed to want to say something more, but Angron had lost patience: using the primarch's innate superior thinking, the Son of the Mountain easily found huge loopholes in the impassioned oath.

"Didn't you say that you are willing to obey any order I give you?"

His voice was loud and sarcastic.

"Why, do you want to disobey my first order in person?"

"..."

"Get out, and if you are as loyal as you say you are, then don't bother me: neither you nor anyone else outside the room, I don't want to see anyone."

"..."

Silence enveloped War Dog, but Angron still did not look back. He was still as dead as a collapsed stone statue, but he felt the power of his words: after a period of silence filled with unwillingness and shame, War Dog The footsteps slowly approached the door, and the slowness and intermittent pauses even aroused a touch of pity in the heart of the original body.

He heard the sound of the war dog reluctantly pushing open the door and disappearing outside. He also heard the noise that suddenly sounded outside the door when it was closed again: but no matter what, he was finally able to be quiet for a while.

Angron closed his eyes.

"Click——"

And in the next second, Angron's thoughts were ruthlessly shattered: he saw another warrior pushing open the door without hesitation. The Forerunner's failure obviously did not affect him. His steps were more impulsive than steady. It seems like a fighter heading into battle.

Angron still didn't look back.

To him, no matter how many more guys like this come, the result will be the same.

Without a battle ax or fists, just simple words and sarcasm, the Son of the Mountain can fight off these guys one after another.

The first, the second, the third.

Pathetic and ridiculous in the same vein.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth.

It will inevitably make people feel a little bored.

The seventh, the eighth, the ninth.

"..."

It's really...enough.

Finally, when the eleventh war dog stood behind him, repeating those clichés that had not changed in essence, the long-lost anger hit Angron's heart, and he turned around quickly without waiting. The surprise in the eyes of the war dog passed away, and he furiously grabbed something casually from his hand: it seemed to be a small stone statue, but it was still enough to smash the guy open...

…

No!

He can't do this anymore.

At the last moment of rage, rationality returned to his mind. Angron finally did not smash the statue in his hand at the guy with surprise and astonishment in his pupils. Instead, he let the stone statue stick to the warrior's head and shattered on the wall. Torn apart.

"I said, enough is enough!"

He roared, and this roar made everyone tremble.

"Get out, I don't want to see you! I don't want to hear these so-called honors, loyalty and vows from you anymore: I just want to stay here quietly, and you can find other people to lead you. Legion, accept your allegiance, I don’t care, I don’t care about you slaves who lack the essence!”

He roared, although reason was still restraining the passing impulse. Finally, the original body's big finger pointed at the door of the room. He stared ferociously and stood up, grinning widely.

"go out."

Under this irresistible command, the war dog could only lower his head in despair and slowly walked out: before opening the door, the last chance in his heart made him turn his head and glance at Angron again. However, he found that his genetic father had returned to his original appearance, with his back facing the direction of the gate, and not caring about anything outside the gate.

He didn't hurt him.

He didn't want to talk to him either.

Angron closed his eyes again.

Just like this, scare them away with a threat, just like on Nuceria, his war cry could scare away the weaklings of the high-ranking riders: he doesn't care what they think, he just wants to be quiet For a moment, wash nothing and use ignorance to fight against nothingness.

Like it is now.

Yeah, like...

"Click!!!"

"..."

"!!!"

Angron opened his eyes: there were finally a few traces of blood in his pupils.

He was not unfamiliar with the sound of opening the door, but this time, the sound was particularly reckless and braver than all the previous ones put together: the person who opened the door could not have heard the roar of the original body just now, but after seeing the senior After retreating in defeat, he didn't hesitate for a second, and opened the door with unprecedented recklessness, or bravery.

This time, the Primarch's rationality was unable to suppress his anger.

Maybe, he really should let these bastards see blood: no need to kill, break one of his arms or let his face bleed, throw him out, just like those fighters in the arena to humiliate their opponents Likewise, let them understand the weight of His words.

Angron breathed heavily. He did not stand up immediately, but planned to wait until this bastard, like all his predecessors, advanced to a position ten steps away from him, and give him an unforgettable lesson.

He waited and waited.

waiting……

…

Ten seconds later, Angron did not wait for the sound of heavy footsteps, but instead heard another somewhat abrupt sound: it was like the sound of someone taking off his armor and throwing them to the ground. Then, this person again With a steady pace, he slowly arrived fifteen steps away from Angron.

A loud metal chirp told him where he was kneeling, but this posture made Angron's eyes become a little serious: the original body's keen senses could identify what kind of actions the other party made just through the sound. .

And this kneeling position was all too familiar to him.

This is the kneeling position that two gladiators would only use before a contest on Nuceria in the gladiatorial arena: this kneeling position contains love for brotherhood and respect for the competition itself, these things are almost engraved on In Angron's mind, at this moment, something clearly appeared outside his mind.

Finally, Angron stood up.

He did not roar, nor did he choose to speak sarcastically. The serious expression returned to the face of the Son of the Mountain again. He looked carefully at the guy kneeling fifteen steps away from him: If you only look at the face and body, this is indeed A warrior to be proud of, and his actions and his resolute face. Every detail of his placement of weapons and armor made Angron have to briefly overlap him with his battle brothers on the duel field.

Then the Primarch spoke.

"Who are you."

he asked.

"Kahn."

The voice of the visitor was firm.

"A nobody under your command."

Angron smiled.

"I have never admitted that any of you are my subordinates, and I will not recognize warriors like you: you do not fight for the rage and glory in your hearts, but for something that is forced upon you, and you He fights without knowing what to resist."

"I understand, my lord."

Kharn simply nodded, seemingly unfazed by his primarch's scorn.

"From your previous words, I can understand what you mean."

Then, Kahn stood up. His movements were very slow. After picking up the weapon, he performed a set of postures that others could not understand at the same slow speed: but Angron's eyes widened. , he realized that this was a ceremony on Nuceria, a posture that the fledgling duelists would put on when they challenged their seniors.

Kahn's voice came next.

"We are your followers, sir. We are your dogs of war. We are the weapons you use to conquer the galaxy. We are willing to change ourselves for your will: If you long for glory in the duel field, then We just want to be fighters in the arena."

"All for you, my lord."

"..."

Angron sneered.

"With this kind of thinking of yours, you cannot become a true gladiator."

After saying that, the original body took a step forward, so fast that Kahn couldn't catch it. Angron's five fingers came together into a palm, but he didn't think about killing the little guy in front of him. He just moved close to Kahn's face. With a violent swing, the fierce hurricane naturally swept the war dog away and fell heavily to the ground. The sound even echoed in the empty hall.

Angron turned around without looking at the offended guy: he knew that his blow was enough to make Kahn feel pain all over his body, and this would be a huge lesson.

But before the original body could take a step forward, he heard a discordant sound: there were no injured groans and gasps behind him, only the madness of clenching his teeth, only crawling from the ground without hesitation. Rise up, and continue to imitate the ancient rituals of Nuceria, with the perseverance of a duelist.

Kahn's voice sounded behind Angron again.

As determined as ever.

"I will fight you, my lord: if that is what you want."

"I will not attack you because I am a soldier under your command. I have sworn to always respect and obey you. No matter what you think, I will always keep this promise."

"I will not give up the fight, because you desire the glory of Nuceria, and I will follow what I have found, the glory of Nuceria. Don't give up any battle: you can choose Kill me, but the fight won't end until I finally fall."

"..."

Angron was silent.

He didn't look back, he just let the whole room fall into a deathly silence, let Kahn's blood drip onto the floor drop by drop, and let the war dogs behind him maintain the complex postures of the gladiators, biting them to death. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to support his crumbling body.

After a long time, the original body's somewhat hoarse voice sounded.

"Why?"

Angron saw those milky white and azure flags, with a scarlet war dog in the middle.

"Just because you are war dogs: loyal hunting dogs?"

"No, my lord."

Kahn's voice had become weaker, but it still did not change its determination.

"We are War Dogs, but this is the title given to us by the Emperor. It symbolizes our past achievements and glory, but it does not symbolize your position in our hearts: for you, we can be anything, we can No longer war dogs, we can be whatever you want, any weapon in the galaxy."

"and."

Kahn retorted seriously.

"The dogs of war are our honor. This honor does not come from blind obedience, but from our ancient achievements: I am the first batch of soldiers of the 12th Legion. I can clearly tell you all our performance on the battlefield. , all our glory, faith, and victory."

"Believe me, Father: we strive to become weapons worthy of you."

"We never gave up."

"We will never give up either."

"..."

Angron didn't speak. He just turned around slowly and silently looked at Kahn's bloody face: Something about this bloody face obviously touched something in the heart of the Son of the Mountain. Heartstrings.

Kahn, on the other hand, just looked at each other in silence with his father.

Then he began to tell.

his story.

War story.

Also, the story of Legion.

——————

In the midst of shock, Angron took the initiative to push open the door of his room. Behind him was Kahn, who was bleeding profusely but with pride and glory on his face.

The original man glanced expressionlessly at the dozen or so people in the corridor. He ignored the ecstasy on their faces and quickly focused his gaze on the acting legion commander: he realized that this was the leader among them.

"you."

Angron pointed to Kiel.

"Your position?"

he asked.

Kil was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, stood up straight, saluted, and fluently reported his position, name and...

"enough."

The Primarch waved his hand, and his next words were addressed to them all, and through them to the entire Legion.

"Now, I am not interested in knowing your names. You are not yet glorious enough for me to remember your names: I will remember your positions and will call you by your positions in the future."

The war dogs were a little disappointed, but this loss did not last long: compared with the panic in their hearts just now, the current situation was enough to make people feel dreamy, but in front of everyone, Angron's ruthless declaration Before it was over, his words hit the minds of the war dogs like a barrage of cannons.

"listen."

said the Primarch.

"I will command you, I will command you to fight in the galaxy and complete those so-called tasks and missions, but that is all: I do not consider myself your genetic father, and I have no interest in treating you as heirs. You are not even qualified to be my battle brothers."

"I will tell you what a glorious and brave group my battle brothers are: if you are really as persistent and brave as you say, then try to become that great."

"..."

"If you do it: I might look at you in a different light."

The primarch snorted, ignoring the renewed fire in the eyes of the war dogs and their impatient oaths. He just pointed at the acting legion commander again and asked him to immediately send all the books and documents needed to manage the legion and send them to the room behind him: Angron knew that he still had a lot to learn, although There were the study materials left by Morgan, but he still had to cram in the courses for a period of time.

The original body shook his head slightly. He decided to temporarily manage this legion, just to solve the long boredom and see how far these guys could go: he didn't think these people could beat him in his efforts. The battle-brothers on Kyria, but not without their merits.

Just: not much.

But in order to relieve boredom and prevent life from being meaningless, this is enough.

Nothingness, nothingness became the enemy Angron needed to fight.

Compared with him, this group of guys who are looked down upon are just like that.

Angron was silent. He seemed out of tune with the joy and excitement around him, but he acquiesced to these offenses in his eyes: he did not intend to get too involved in the affairs of these people. He would only be a manager, not a Fatherhood joins the mix.

He will not praise them or encourage them, but he will not kill or punish them easily: in fact, he does not intend to execute anyone in the War Dog Legion for any crime. This matter will be left to The laws of the legion itself will suffice.

They weren't worthy enough for him to get his hands dirty.

Angron narrowed his eyes. He waited quietly for the war dogs to finish their celebration before asking the last question.

"I have only one request."

"Name, I don't like this name."

The Son of the Mountain pointed disdainfully at the scarlet hound on the banner.

"The War Dog Legion, this is slavery, submission, and flattery: if you carry this name, you will never be able to make me think highly of you. You will always be just a group of hunting dogs."

The warriors fell into a dead silence, and Angron's voice was like a roar.

"Listen, right now, the only true legions I've ever had are the City Eaters: people willing to devour an entire city for the sake of our shared wrath, in the span of thirty-one hours as you see it. The worst weapons destroy the most terrifying enemies, and they are the legion that I can be proud of."

"The Eaters are the real legion, not the dogs of war."

"Thirty-one hours, this is the eternal glory in my eyes."

"They can use their fire and fury to devour a enslaved city."

The Primarch's roar grew, and he was answered with natural fervor: first the oath of one warhound, then the war-cry of a dozen warhounds rushing to the front.

"grown ups."

Angron could hear Karn's voice during the battle cry.

Now, this voice seems to be a little fanatical.

"Sir, for you, we can also become city-devourers. We can even become unprecedented city-devourers: our fire and fury will not only be able to devour a slave city, we will devour every slave you see." world, for you, we will swallow up all the old world!"

"We will be your World Eaters!"

"..."

The World Eater.

For the first time in a long time, a real smile appeared on Angron's face.

"The World Eater."

"..."

"good."

"Starting today, prove your oath to me."

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"The World Eater."