Chapter 239 An episode where Angron keeps sighing
Although Angron Petra can already judge what happened at this moment, the questions composed of those words that follow are like fate, as natural as The earth formed from his vocal cords and came out from his lips.
"Follow you? Where to go?"
His talent allowed him to feel the existence of that voice in his head, and there was obviously some rare doubt or hesitation emerging.
But the being finally answered.
[Leave this place behind and head to the glorious stars. 】
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No, it shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this, how could it be like this.
Angron Petra realized painfully in the frozen time, and at the same time once again - once again thanked his teacher and brother from the bottom of his heart.
He was struggling with a severe headache to organize sentences to answer.
"But now here - you should be able to see these situations, right? How do you plan to deal with them? These people? All those who believe in me and those who are my enemies?"
[This is just a story The few mortals and insignificant things on the planet. What you want to see, what you want to conquer, are billions of humans and stars. Leave them behind. 】
“——I really can’t believe you said that. Do you really not realize that I should stay here at this moment to accompany them to complete these life-and-death vows?”
[Is your answer no? 】
“My answer is that I should fulfill my vow here and then see what you want me to do. You cannot and should not control what I want to do, just like You shouldn’t feel like everyone has to listen to your unreasonable demands. If you think it’s rejection, then it is rejection.”
The existence made no movement. It was silent for a while. Angron tried to move his wrist and found that he was still locked in the frozen time amber.
Such a powerful psychic intensity, he thought to himself, I really don’t understand why...
The profound and profound voice that gave him a headache rumbled again, and it was about to be frozen in the People's eardrums here are buzzing.
Angron Petra began to think silently in his heart, no, no no no no, no no no no you can’t, no no no no no no you must not think...
< br>He could almost feel the emotion above him that was not but very close to - regret - and his heart sank to the bottom of his stomach.
【Well, I'm sorry. 】
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The thick and unpleasant smell of ozone dispersed in the air, replacing the smell of icy snow and hot blood on the snow-capped mountains just now.
When the flash of teleportation disappeared from his eyes, the 12th Primarch even felt like he wanted to laugh after his emotions were exploded to the extreme.
"This outdated teleportation technology feels so bad, I will never get used to it." He muttered quietly, while using his ax to support his body.
The tall sage king fully unfolded himself, straightened his back and stood in the domed hall where he now stood.
Perhaps the original Angron Tarc could not tell what this was, but Angron Petra, the owner of the Glory Queen-class battleship "Desert Ark", immediately recognized it. What or where is this?
The original body's ears captured the working sounds of reactors and engines while cruising in the void. He also heard the gentle collision of many powered armors and weapons. Under his boots, he stepped on precious, complicated and sparkling mosaic floor tiles. Each piece was selected and carefully polished, and then carefully and religiously inlaid into exquisite patterns. All this was to allow people to step on it. When you walk up there, you can feel beautiful for a second.
Countless priceless art treasures are hung among the trophies, captured or commemorative weapons and various faded or new flags, just like ordinary Decorations were stuffed carelessly in any available space.
He exhaled a deep, deep breath under the bridge dome of the Emperor's Dream, and sighed again.
Large and small light balls gathered in a pyramid shape in the center of the room. It was the throne of the most powerful soul and countless other powerful souls gathered under it.
It is impossible for the soul strength of ordinary people to show such an obvious image and light in Angron's gifted vision.
The largest and brightest one stands high in the center - like a star - no, like a cold golden sun.
Angron immediately agreed with Lamizane's description of this moment, it was so accurate.
He subconsciously rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
The Imperial Guards formed a human wall and slowly surrounded them, as if intending to hunt some kind of beast in the hall.
They leveled the power halberds in their hands and pointed them at him. Angron saw that the decomposition force field on each halberd blade here was allowed to open, and the force field made crackling sounds from time to time. , all pointed at the Emperor's son.
He sighed in his heart again and shook his head.
The Emperor's guards attempted to slowly approach and use their halberds to restrain the teleported but apparently heavily armed visitor. The Primarch's molten golden eyes glanced coldly at these golden-armored guards, too weak.
Each of these golden armored guards is indeed stronger than ordinary people, with taller and stronger bodies, and more well-trained movements, but they still have loopholes in their bodies for Angron to attack, at least some More than twenty places, because the appearance presented to him by soul vision is the most realistic - and attacking the useless high riders below does not even require the use of his talent.
It seems that one of the Imperial Guards was irritated by the giant's cold and appraising gaze as if it was about to be slaughtered. The Imperial Guardsman wearing a special red-tasseled eagle helmet took a step forward and tried to raise his hand towards the twelfth Primarch. Picking up his weapon——
Angron Petra casually reached out his hand, easily grabbed the imperial guard's collar and lifted the person in front of his eyes. He blinked, In the blood-red phantom that quickly passed before his eyes, he saw the original fate of this forbidden army.
The hot blood flowing from the torn body of this Custodian will dye the exquisite mosaic floor here red.
"Oh, you have to remember to thank the Iron King for saving you, little kitty." The red-haired king whispered, waving his arms, and his power armor joint servo began to work. This attack on the original body The disrespectful Imperial Guard was thrown out by him and slammed into the weapon rack and a large pile of antique treasures in the corner. Red blood flowed out along the gaps in his golden armor, but he just fainted.
【Wait a moment. 】
The cold golden sun began to shrink its light, condensing a human-like silhouette inside. It stepped down from the high throne and walked towards Angron.
The Golden Custodes retreated and began to separate to allow their noble Emperor to approach the Primarch.
【How could this be? You...]
The Twelfth Primarch sighed heavily and interrupted the other party almost rudely.
"I am Angron. Angron Petra."
He raised his head and stared directly at the cold star in front of him, even as its light began to sting the primarch's eyes and make him shed tears. .
"If you have something to say, let us finish it as soon as possible, and then I can go do something of my own, okay?"
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