Chapter 193 We drew an angel! (But Red Angel)
The lumens inside and outside the small living room have been adjusted to softer tones and brightness so that the guests sitting here can feel emotionally relaxed. Lamizane even said Looking at the mischievous look in his dog's eyes, he lit some soothing incense.
[Your love for this stupid big red-haired Virgin with big breasts and no brains and nothing but meat is best to stop in moderation, which is almost in low-grade taste, Lami Zane. 】
【Isn’t it a bit too much to say this, Pepe, love is a beautiful thing and feeling... Besides, Angron has a brain now, who can not like it... I mean ,Ahem, Perturabo, baby, among all the Primarchs, you are my favorite! 】
【...Humph. 】
"Anyway, I'm still very happy because I can finally meet you in person, and I'm also very happy to see that the matter is basically settled for the time being." The tall red-haired demigod sat Full of mechanical style and very comfortable decorated with large and small cushions, soft cushions, curtains and green plants, someone's private style living room said to the person who had taken off the disguise...the original body.
The Twelfth Primarch held a cup of hot spiced black tea in his generous palm. The cup of the average size of the Primarch also seemed a bit too small in his hand, and those precious tea leaves were made of A Primarch who is not here now contributes "voluntarily".
He did not have any of his own children by his side. Although the Iron Heart monks, who were scarred and regretful for their wavering behavior, strongly demanded that a team of elites be left by the Gene Father's side, even if they could not Entering the room, it would be fine to guard outside the door, but the 12th Primarch asked gently but firmly - ordering them to go to the Iron - Destiny Steel's infirmary to rest first, where their own apothecary brothers who were accompanying them could Healing for everyone.
"If you still obey me and love me, my children, go to the medical deck of the Destiny Steel and obtain your full recovery as a sacrifice for me, and then give me the proof of your recovery. As this medal, I present it to my throne.”
Perturabo snorted disapprovingly when he heard this sentence, but his plush and fluffy long tail still had a certain reason. A positive emotion swayed slightly in the cockpit.
——————The scene returns to the current small living room——————
Under Angron’s deep eye sockets, there is still a hint of fatigue and blackness that has not faded, although he was before During the riots, some physical injuries were also suffered due to the factors of Khorne's invasion, mainly the rapid proliferation of muscle tears and skin bursts everywhere - but the terrifying self-healing ability of the original gene itself was completely enough to cope with it. Those flesh wounds, what really caused the original body to show signs of fatigue was some invisible consumption of spiritual power, or in other words, mental consumption.
Although Mr. Lamizane Carosini, the great sage of "Kaidomo" or the temporary resident of the body of the Fourth Primarch, sang and attacked more and more passionately in front of everyone (? ), Angron, who was the first to climb out of the sea of blood to wake up and return to rational thoughts, quickly assisted the Iron Ring Guards in gathering the minds and bodies of most of his accompanying descendants.
But in order to better use his ability to appease every painful soul that unfortunately falls into the wrath of the Blood God and cannot escape quickly, and drag them out of the brass war hell as quickly as possible (the longer they are stuck in The more likely it is that he will not be able to come back), Angron, without the support of enough members of the Iron Heart Monastery, special mysteries and ritual supplies, forcibly sorted out and absorbed the negative emotions in dozens of souls that exceeded the normal level.
The Astartes, whose souls were soothed by their father, finally fell into a sleep as sweet as a baby, and were then sent to the Destiny Steel infirmary in orbit, but Angron, who had obviously completed the treatment, was not there without him He looked so relaxed in front of his descendants.
Just like just now, when he entered the small living room and closed the door to block the worried gazes of his heirs in the distance, who turned around every step of the way, Angron's huge body began to sway from side to side, and when he finally stood on the huge original-size sofa , and then immediately sank into a comfortable sofa and lay down, letting out a long, heavy, and relieved sigh.
"Ah." Angron said, "This sofa is indeed as comfortable as I imagined." He stroked the surface of the sofa, "This is good, I think, maybe I can also sleep in the desert later." Set up a room like this on the Ark."
The Contemptor walked to the sofa without fear. There was a sound of exhaust from the gate around its crew cabin, and then the hatch opened, revealing a plush black and white flower. The tyrant looked down into the eyes of the lying giant with a haughty attitude. "Hmph."
"Ah."
Angron blinked at the black and white plush tyrant, as if he had confirmed something for the first time, and then turned his attention to another person present - "Kaidomo" the great mechanical sage who had no longer been there at some point. , the huge and deformed mechanical shell stood aside. There, watching the Twelfth Gene with a hint of curiosity, was a younger, gentler version of the brother Angron once thought he knew, but who learned of his inevitable betrayal and patiently awaited his return for many years. Primarch.
The red-haired giant stood up slightly, straightened his back and sat up straighter.
He looked around.
"Lami Zane...chapter leader?" To see such a vivid and rich expression of surprise on the face of his fourth brother, who is known for his cruelty, ruthlessness and lack of fun, Chapter 1 The Twelve Primarchs felt as if even the heavy mental fatigue had mostly disappeared.
"Perturabo...my brother...?" The black-and-white demon primarch raised his plump and fluffy bib mane high on his chest while his eyes wandered around. What a rare sight.
Angron laughed, and the Conqueror of Nuceria, the iron-hearted Benevolent One, laughed heartily. His laughter was loud but not sarcastic, clean, hearty, and pleasant, as one would think The kind of laughter a true warrior and hero would give. As his joyful mood spread uncontrollably, a layer of soft mental ripples also spread bit by bit with his laughter, making all living creatures who felt it unconsciously smile at the corners of their mouths.
Lami Zane felt that the knotted threads of thoughts deep in his mind seemed to be gently brushed by an invisible force. It was not that those already tight threads of thoughts were tightened. On the contrary, it was There was a soft feeling of relaxation, and his shoulders fell loosely. At the same time, he also felt the soreness and stiffness in the muscles of his neck and shoulders that he had not noticed for a long time - how long had they been unconsciously tense like this?
"To be honest, I thought you would be...a little bit older."
Angron said to his real fourth brother, "But you do look... It’s as easy to touch as I imagined.”
“Hmm, you better not try to put your hands up.”
"Of course. Not now." The red-haired giant smiled, then turned his head to Lamizane, "Nice to meet you, Chapter Leader Lamizane. Then let me formally introduce myself. - Wu Naian Gronn, the twelfth descendant of our father, the Primarch of Iron Heart, Angron of Nuceria."
"Thank you... and for your hard work." Angron said softly.
At that moment, Lamizane felt as if he saw huge illusory silver-white wings appearing behind the red-haired demigod.
(End of this chapter)