Chapter 197 Angron, the Savior of the Galaxy...?
The rhythmic working rhythm of distant machinery came like the murmur of steel poetry.
The brand new air conditioner sends breeze with suitable temperature and humidity out of the air vent grille.
The warm and moist air flow passed over the tips of the dark green leaves of Casablanca on the side, and then circled in the snow-white calyx, letting the light and slightly bitter fragrance diffuse in the quiet room.
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At this moment, countless omens, prophecies, and predictions suddenly point to the same terrifying scene and result.
The end has come.
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In the nebulae and abyss of stars outside the vast and inaccessible expansion area at the edge of the Milky Way, the broken stars carry huge destructive energy, whether they are planets, stars or other types of objects. The only reason why celestial bodies are selected is their location - starting from the outermost and gradually spreading towards the inside - the invisible giant hand gradually closes in like pinching the paper into a ball -
The stars are completely inconsistent with the laws of physics. The earth is aimlessly rampaging through the universe. The collision of high-energy rays and particle streams erupts into a bright cosmic storm. The high temperature, radiation and ion bombardment, which are hot to white-blue, cause all matter to decompose into elementary particles in the blink of an eye.
Countless known or unknown worlds are born and destroyed at that moment. The coming of such natural disasters will not distinguish the thoughts of the victims, nor will it be changed by any gods they worship.
Whether it is human or alien, new or ancient, order or chaos, good or evil, there is no joy or sorrow, all are treated equally, only the original things remain.
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The icy blue eyes of the Primarch and the brown, almond-shaped eyes of the Border Collie stared at each other.
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No matter how many times the panicked king, diviner or priest repeated the ritual, no matter what was offered, no matter how many sacrifices there were, no matter how many other answers were sought or prayed to any god.
All questions will indeed receive answers that are clearer than ever before.
The only answer is that the end has come.
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The overwhelming and endless wave of energy in the subspace is like the black flame that ignites the paper, starting from an invisible edge and violently annihilating everything.
Formless things come from all directions, devouring everything they encounter, be they demons or daemons, Dark Eldar or Webway, shadow or light.
Those who never retreat hesitate, those who are extremely beautiful eclipse, those who are eternally kind are angry, those who play with fate love and hate, let alone native creatures, even some of the most ancient remains or enslavers cannot resist the denial, Plow Sweeping holes in the court, peeling off cocoons, separation and disintegration, falling apart... In the end, there is only a pool of tranquility like stagnant water.
Blank, even the concept of desolation no longer exists.
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The twelfth Primarch, who encountered one after another "surprise" scenes during their meeting after ten thousand years, secretly tensed his muscles and allowed himself to train his well-trained natural psychic abilities in his heart. It ran to an exquisite height. Finally, after being as prepared as possible, he controlled the breathing in his throat and coughed gently, breaking the unusual silence in the room.
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The shattering collision of stars stopped.
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The foehn wind in the highest sky quieted down.
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Suddenly the results of all the predictions and omens began to become confusing, and there was a strange difference in the slide towards an unassailable end.
——“Ahem, let me interrupt, you two...”
“That’s not right——?! Even if it’s what you said, that’s not the case. What's wrong? What's going on in your little dog's head?
A high-pitched cry that the Lord of Steel himself would never have uttered erupted from the Fourth Primarch's throat. He grabbed the dog's ears and shook his head hard, ignoring The sheepdog then roared angrily and bared its teeth. Well, a long time later, when Angron learned that Perturabo once commented on this kind of mournful cry as "a drake being strangled by the neck" - he also unfortunately laughed out loud at the huge goose call.
"Stop! You rude mortal! Don't shake my head like that! Who is the little broken dog?!" Perturabo's huge embarrassment was almost visible to the naked eye, "I am not your dog! I am not a dog! I am Perturabo! The Primarch of the Fourth Legion!"
Of course, the other person didn't listen at all this time, and finally rubbed the hair on the dog's head and ears. After that, Lamizain let go of his hand as if the pressure had been relieved, and sat back angrily.
"Tsk, okay, Perturabo, you have to know that your behavior of thinking up outrageous things by yourself is really... like, I have said this countless times out of my mouthpiece The sentences flowed smoothly and logically. "
The black-and-white dog, which was so dizzy from being rubbed, was so angry that it jumped back and forth on the sofa and the floor, jumping three feet high.
“...even the soles of my feet are like springs when I am angry.”
And - and he had to, well, he absolutely had to - the muscles on Angron's face tensed seriously after watching the whole performance of his fourth brother, Like a Dog, but the Nucerian monarch's hands were already tightly He clenched his fists and clenched his back molars.
It’s so hard but I have to hold back my laughter! Angron! Angron Petra! Bet on the joys and sorrows of your life accumulated over thousands of years! Can't laugh! If he laughs, he will definitely be hated by Pertura until the heat death of the universe and the end of time and space! Can't laugh! Hang in there! You can do it!
After another round of petting the dog and making noises and complaining (Angron felt like he could no longer maintain his calm mask), they finally started talking seriously again (thank God. - - Voice from the heart of the Iron-Hearted King).
"Look at the good things you have done... now let me take care of them carefully."
Lami Zane raised a hand and spread his fingers.
"First of all, Angron was adopted by our Julius - I will ask about the specific details later, Julius..." He hesitated for a moment, and his inquiring eyes came into contact with An, who shook his head lightly knowingly. Gronn was slightly relieved, and Perturabo, who witnessed this scene of tacit understanding, snorted in great displeasure.
"Well first of all, Angron was adopted by Julius since he was a child, so Julius is indeed Angron's adoptive father, right."
Perturabo Started to sneer. Angron kept smiling. Lamizane put away one finger.
"After Julius completes the full set of Astartes transformation operations, he is considered the son of his genetic father. Right."
Lami Zane put away another finger.
"It is known that the gene seeds used for Julius' transformation came from Dorne and...well, indeed the other half of the surgery should still be considered using Perturabo's genes. Right?"
Sheep Caninus confirmed this again coldly.
“Perturabo and Dorn are brothers, and they are also Angron’s brothers. Therefore, Julius should actually be regarded as Angron’s nephew from here.”
Lami Zane once again put away one finger.
“Uthelma Atla and Emmenut were Julius’s teachers…and my current body is considered to be Perturabo’s, and Perturabo himself is actually now In the body of my pet dog... And Angron undoubtedly has all the excellent qualifications..."
Angron was still smiling appropriately, but his golden eyes seemed to be staring into the distant void.
"So to sum up, the inference is naturally established: Angron is undoubtedly the best successor to his brothers' legion. In view of such an unshakable and solid position as the crown prince, we should find a way to recruit a few more people. It can be directly established..."
Angron's smile seemed to be welded to his face.
This time it was Perturabo's turn to curse and bark.
(End of this chapter)