Chapter 192 Get up! stand up! stand up!
The Gate to the Mechanical Palace of the Forge World Core of Belakarn
The time eighty-eight seconds before the standard Terran time
What Angron saw upon entering Yes——
The moment he saw those two figures appear in his field of vision, a certain existence that did not belong to him and had a sentimental sense of intimacy suddenly flooded into Angron's mind. That messy, raw emotion.
Puzzle, helplessness, sadness, struggle, effort, attempt, despair, hope - despair - dead silence - only the anger forcefully poured from the sky is left, they smolder like firewood to drive the dead demigods The walking dead - Wrath - has no survivors, only the vengeful echoes of the ghosts of the past who long to break the shackles of the world are amplified, hovering in the blood-thirsty fury - giving it a recognizable life mimicry - —
In the end, everything seemed to be sucked in by the black hole vortex in the center of the rotating starry sky, which even light could not escape. At that moment, his feelings were connected, which made him understand, which made him see, He had been watching a certain boy ten thousand years ago, and he also saw that someone - or something - was looking at him.
The Twelfth Primarch saw through the icy eyes of the young man, the terrible and patient hunter in the vast darkness between the sun's rays and the bright stars, from the beginning of his existence. And the end, born from the end of existence, eternal, sick but only cured by sick, accommodating but only containing pollution and brokenness, its hunger and thirst are never-ending, the increase of entropy eats away everything in time, in that The gaze of the eternal vortex spits out lifeless and broken dregs.
The evil eye is above his head, an eye of a being that is larger and older than the Milky Way, too huge to be described, looking at him through the initial number of all things that stands in hundreds of billions of reincarnations. The ice blue eyes of the medium-black haired boy.
The majestic Mind Mountains of Angron could not help but be shaken for a very short moment by this sight that almost no one had seen since ancient times.
Due to the blankness of the mind at that moment, the blood-red magma, the sky and the earth took advantage of the void with a wild laugh.
In Angron’s wide eyes, in his irises, in the eight seconds that just passed, countless memory fragments as broken as smoke and dust, and countless scenes full of cracks flashed through , countless disasters, scenes of massacre and cannibalism, countless fragments of dialogue, screams, begging for mercy and howling, the dark or glorious fate of countless people - the son of Shelter saw the abominable fruit of his destiny and the tragic scene of his devoured soul. , but today’s Primarch will not feel sad or shaken by what he has suffered. The seeds of hope were carefully sown thousands of years ago. The unknown fate and fear are very important to a determined demigod. Completely unable to do any real harm.
The flames of anger come out concretely, but they wear a crown called responsibility. It controls it, and freedom only has greater freedom under the constraints of rules. Angry? Yes, but the merciful fury of the righteous roared in place of the greedy fury of the beast, and Angron, Iron-hearted Benevolent, Conqueror of Nuceria, saw what he saw between his sons and mortals. As he suffered a painful fate that lasted for ten thousand years, he never shed tears for himself again, and shed his tears for the second time in his life.
In full view.
That rare and crystal clear tear has not yet fallen to the ground——
The special air-tearing sound of shuriken weapons suddenly reached the ears of the owner of this place from distant sensors, mixed with the servo activation sounds of the iron ring robot thunder hammer, storm battle shield and hidden long-range weapons in the patrol, and the metal The clash of weapons.
A warning bar scrolled across the retinas of the two owners.
[Pepe, what happened? What happened to Angron? We need to help - why are there other invading enemies at this time? ! 】
【Humans are not the only ones in the galaxy who can receive your message - hum, they are some bean sprouts who want to take advantage of the situation. They should have followed the traces of Angron's fleet. Now I know why they look like they did after a hard fight. I guess these skinny bean sprouts must have used their prediction ability to pick the time so accurately - so I really hate that the bean sprouts have the kind of setting that they can run out of the door at any time, but fortunately they Their physique determines that they can only reach a certain planet and cannot use the exquisite phase space hiding skill. 】
【Ah? Bean sprouts? How come there is still something about the Eldar tribe here——? 】
The Contemptor's fearless eyepieces flashed, reflecting Endred's face as he charged toward them.
The face of the ancient Terminator warrior, full of courage and pride, has been completely distorted by the anger infused by the Blood God. His originally neat and bright blue and white armor is reflecting an ominous dark black and red, like solidified blood stains. Generally attached to his body, his skin turned red, and abnormal protrusions began to appear on his forehead and jawbone, as if some bony horns were quietly trying to break out of his face——
[Stand there, don’t move, don’t back away, Lamizan. 】【He, he, he, he is going to break the void shield? ! ! ! Ah? ! 】
【Stand there and don’t move! ! 】
In the face of his own shepherd's roar, the mortal finally chose to trust him. He did not move or pull the trigger of the coronal cannon. The Berserker Terminator rushed in front of him——
The giant hand of fearless metal He grabbed the ankle of the berserker who was transforming into a demon, ignored the sparks bursting out of his metal body and the sparks of circuit collapse during the furious slashing, and dragged him to his side, and then stepped on him. His lower back and spine.
【Uh-huh--Pepe, will you kill him if you do this? ! 】
【Since he is like this, you don’t need to care whether he dies or not. We are not lacking in fearlessness. 】
【What happened to Angron and his heirs? ! This scene, ah, what a big mess! What a mess! This is completely different from the meeting that I expected to be emotional and rational! ! ! 】
[Anything with bean sprouts must be dealt with like this... Don't panic, it will be fine after a while. Remember the plan C I just told you? 】
【Uh, yes! 】
【Quickly, walk over and walk across from him. Look, Angron seems to have regained consciousness. He is letting us pass. It seems that we can hold on for a while. Now is the best time. timing. 】
【What are you talking about...can you just walk over and just say it? 】
【Just say it, but you must say it as I told you. 】
With the help of the iron ring robots and void shields, they hurriedly walked through the bloody battlefield - one-sided, the blood of the Iron Heart warriors was splashed on the ground and walls, and the iron rings were trying their best to make people lose their lives. Killing was carried out in the direction of the movement, but many soldiers on the opposite side were biting the metal limbs of the robot with their mouths turned into sharp teeth as if they were losing their minds. The harsh and terrifying sound resounded through the steel temple.
"This time I finally don't have to work with such beasts anymore..." Wuwei whispered words that only he could hear, and beside him, he hid in the "Kaidomo" Great Sage Machine Someone in the body cleared his throat.
He said the first sentence very softly because he was too ashamed, "You are a weakling. You are a slave. You were a slave when you were born, and you are still a slave now..."
[Can you please speak louder? A fart has a louder voice than you. ]
[Okay, okay, the main thing is that the sentence just now was too shameful, don’t you think? 】
【I don’t think so. 】
“Your power is flowing away,” Lamizane Carosini shouted towards Angron and the huge demonic figure with red wings behind him, “It is not. It belongs to your master, it is his chain, it can only be used to tie your neck and control your mind... Now - let your true blood and anger burn away the shackles! Slaves! Get up! Get up!”
(End of this chapter)