Chapter 195 You said you studied under...who? !
“This person, I think, Chapter Commander Lamizane, are you asking about my adoptive father and teacher?”
The tenth person who heard Lamizane’s question The Digen Primarch smiled because of certain memories of certain people.
As someone who has been deeply instilled with the stereotype of Nottingham workshop outsourcing long-form painting target composition in almost every place where Angron was mentioned, Lamizane was shocked, "The adoptive father and Teacher? Is it the old gladiator? "
"Oinomouth?" The red-haired demigod king blinked, "Ah, he is indeed. An old and strong officer who is also very popular. He is my lifelong friend, but adoptive father and teacher? ”
Then a kind of relief appeared on his face again, "Ah, this is what would have happened, right? I never thought that there is such a possibility in Lao Ouyi. No wonder I always inexplicably feel that being close to his heart will make I'm calm."
"What?" It was Lami Zane's turn to be surprised, "Didn't Oinomouth guide you?"
"Of course not," An Gronn shook his head, "Old Ouyi is a good man, but he knows more about the survival wisdom and combat skills in the Nuceria Arena and the city..."
"Since I was a baby, I received as much care and education as possible, and my soul and talents were always bathed in light. I was taught many things from an early age, such as Standard High Gothic, oratory skills, social interaction, religion, and literature. , etiquette, cooking, geography, astronomy, mysticism, nature, mathematics, physics; all kinds of knowledge about empires, firearms, vehicles, ships and my father's creations; how to fight in different situations; how to strengthen one's determination and maintain My own courage, inspire the morale of others; how to command a squad, a company, or even a battle group and more troops..."
"It can be said that the education I received since childhood can indeed be called the best. Prepared for a general or ruler, Oinomouth is kind-hearted, but as a slave gladiator in the arena, how can he learn these things without a teacher and teach them to me since he was a child? "< br>
"It's true that he can't," Lamizane murmured, "but with such a rich reserve of knowledge, is there anyone on Nuceria who can educate you? I remember that it was always a custom before the Emperor came. I remember very poorly the brutal slavery dark relic technology society, I don’t think anyone there was kind enough to take the initiative to help a slave boy who didn’t even have a name for free - sorry I’m not talking about you, but I just arrived for you That's about all I know about Nuceria."
"Oh?" Angron asked with some interest, "So what else would I have encountered as a child? Maybe you can tell me about it.”
Lami Zane, lost in the strong and tall original body but as gentle as the spring breeze, put him in his mind without hesitation. Most of the fragments about Angron's original fate that were still remembered were told.
Including that when he was just a baby, he crashed on the snowy peaks of Nuceria due to a warp storm blowing in the Emperor's laboratory, about the Eldar that no one knows in detail. The prophecy intertwined with the beginning of his destiny, and his body with aliens or other beasts was discovered by slave traders, and he got his first name as a slave in the slave fighting pit and as an innocent child in the horrifying killing and survival. , Nuceria’s magical black technology setting, how he was struck with the Butcher’s Nail, how he killed his adoptive father, and finally launched an uprising because of this last straw, etc.
Lamizane kept talking, completely ignoring the look of Perturabo frowning and almost starting to sigh.
Fortunately, when it came to the story of the Emperor coming to Nuceria to retrieve his heir, the librarian, who was talking and gesticulating very enthusiastically, suddenly blurred the details in a vigilant manner. "Ahem, cough, cough, I think my memory is a bit fuzzy here, and I can't remember it clearly. Anyway, well, after that, you returned to the empire, and the soldiers of the Twelfth Legion also... uh... It was a very touching... recognition, and then you and your heirs participated in the Great Expedition your father was conducting. I believe you are more aware and familiar with what happened next than me - uh, that's right? "< br>
Lami Zain added silently in his heart, judging from your current appearance and the content you mentioned, there should not be a series of extremely weird operations happening later; If I don’t remember other things, then I’ll just pretend that the original things don’t exist. That’s indeed what I didn’t remember. It’s not a lie!
"Thank you..." Angron's brows furrowed for the first time since they met, "...but with all due respect..."
Lami Zane's heart dropped. He got up, what, what, did he say too much or say something wrong?
"...the things you said sound very incredible. Perhaps for a mortal, these are indeed mountains that are difficult to cross and a fate that is difficult to resist, but it is difficult to imagine a Primarch like me or me. They exist like brothers, but throughout this long time and development process, they were unable to realize that there was any problem in this world, or could not grasp the key to solving the problem," Angron pondered.
"If it is like what you said, it can only be said that 'this society of Nuceria' is a state where everyone is the enemy of 'this me', and it is the shackles of domesticated will. Natural malice. - Just like hitting an animal repeatedly with an electric whip when it is a baby, so that it will suffer whenever it tries to get out of the fence, and then it will not think that it can get out of the fence until it reaches adulthood. "He added. After thinking for a while, "I feel that the slave owners and their accomplices in this world will eventually be ordered to be executed, if it were me now."
The bright and quiet eyes under the crown of the wise man raised their eyes and stared. Lamizane, "So, the evil on Nuceria that created the demon king Angron has been completely destroyed, right?"
"Uh... why can't it be counted as one? What about the execution? Anyway, it did become a world of death when you passed by it again." Lamizane tried his best to recall the ending of the Nuceria world and the slave owners above, "I think, that's it. There should be no one left alive, because the rebels had been killed before that..."
The librarian who realized that he had made a mistake immediately changed his words, "Ahem! I mean, yes! Nuceria, which killed the demon lord Angron, no longer exists!”
"That's good." The king's eyes softened again, "Things that shouldn't exist should be turned into gravel in the desert and blown into the sea with the wind."
"The meaning of this sentence The composition sounds really familiar.”
“Yes, this sentence was told to me by my adoptive father and teacher, Julius, and he learned it from his teacher Emmenu. Special and Ma Atla, especially Usel Ma Atla inherited here."
"Wait?...Who did you say?"
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