Chapter 270: Are you Nikolay Sharokin?
When Angron Petra was immersed in the countless tributaries of assigned work and was interrupted and awakened, he blinked his eyes dissatisfiedly.
"I said not to interrupt my thoughts and meditation at work. This is very important."
"That's right, Your Highness." Captain Balor's voice sounded helpless, " But this is the message from the two Highnesses of the Silver Skull..."
"Let me see it." The 12th Primarch frowned and read it, and at the same time he began to feel that he had been trained by his teacher. The fire of aggression and anger that had been so well concealed beneath a ruler's exterior was trying to ignite again, feeding on his elevated mood and blood pressure.
But he won't let them get the upper hand. Reason and emotion are double-edged swords that require excellent control from the holder, and he learned how to balance them and the right time to release them from his adoptive father many years ago.
So after reading it, he just asked the adjutant around him to take note of his unfinished work, and hurried to join his brothers.
Although he has a personal experience of how unreasonable the existence served by his crazy or truly genius brother can be in this ship, when he arrived this time, Angron Pei Terra still felt a deep sense of weakness. But the matter in front of him still needed to be dealt with, because the King of Red Sand had already seen his ice-blue eyes scanning over with a trace of inquiry. He sighed and walked over resignedly.
"What the hell is going on?" He stared at the figure standing next to them, the sticky composite metal mesh being ejected and the markings with psychic flames tied up like a solid mummy. , the 12th Primarch said loudly, "I don't remember that we have invited our brothers from the Eighth Legion to come to this place!"
"You should ask him this question." The black and white dog led "Can you give me less work that requires 007? I still need sleep after all." He looked at the still incomprehensible person next to him with resentful eyes, and electronic sound came from the loudspeaker under his armored neck. .
"Me? How many times this month?! What does it have to do with me anymore?!" The body of the tall Primarch holding his own arms yelled, "That's not what I want to catch! I Isn’t it the super hunk Yaya Shaluojin? It’s not like I’ve never seen him before when we fished him out! I was screaming in surprise just now!”
“Shut up!” The dog bared his canine teeth, which had become rounded due to years of chewing, "The Lord of Iron will never scream!" His watery brown almond-shaped eyes sternly glanced at the accompanying Astartes. Before he could react, Aharin took the lead in making a gesture of obedience and obedience to the Lord of Iron. The rest of the guards wore helmets and could not see their expressions clearly, but they also responded to this statement. made the same statement. This caused the Dreadnought's fire control system to lock on dissatisfiedly for a moment before disappearing.
Angron Petra sighed again. He felt a deep exhaustion, not due to age, but due to worry, wash over his spiritual world. There were only two like this. I really don’t know how confident and optimistic their father was to create twenty of them at the same time.
He gave up for the time being to mediate the quarrel between his eldest brother, but whose mentality was better than any of the children here...well...the "younger" brother, and walked over to look down at them. The result caught in this field - no, I don't want to think about why fertile land and farmland appear here, I just want to focus on this in front of me -
"Your name?" An Gron Petra mobilized his psychic power to speak to his target. The noble and pure talent engraved deep in his soul made his face look more powerful and convincing, but less suggestive. The threat brings a sense of security to the listener.
The twelfth primarch was not very familiar with but remembered very clearly the haggard, pale face like a skeleton and a beast, like some kind of ghost that emerged from the past killings, like a ghost emerging from his long, messy, Nightmare-like black and slender hair emerged from the water of reality.
The muscles in the back of Angron's neck and shoulders instinctively tightened because of the memory of danger that this face brought to him.
The pair of narrow eyes with strange animalistic beauty were black and shiny. Because they had to look directly at the artificial sunlight behind Angron, their irises shrank and they were squinted tightly.
He stared intently into the molten golden eyes of his Primarch as he crouched down and looked down upon him.
Look into his golden eyes.
golden eyes. golden.
"Nikonna Sharogin."
he said.
The jagged teeth shone slightly moistly under the dry thin lips.
Angron frowned tightly.
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“This is completely wrong.”
“No matter whether it is right or not, he is definitely not the person we all thought he was at the beginning. ”
“How can you be so sure?”
"If it was the person we thought he was," Angron said, looking at the prisoner in the monitor who was sitting quietly under the metal pillar with his neck and limbs chained, "he wouldn't be sitting so honestly meditating. And he speaks in an organized manner. "
"...It's really hard to refute, but it's not easy to say, right? He's not always so...ah, cough!" The speaker suddenly said something in his mind. He cursed and stopped talking.
"I mean, the only ones who have appeared here are members of the Raven Guard. I have never heard of us having any famous relationship with... him or his legion?"
"That's true. But if he really has nothing to do with someone or something here, then it is impossible for him to appear here." The black and white dog said gloomily.
“Let’s see what our Sir Kadur has to say about this wonder. After all, he is the only expert here who has some achievements in this field. ——(Olympian swearing), Uther Where was Maatra thrown away?! There is no way that a person like him and Emmenute could remain unknown in this galaxy for ten thousand years! But my database has not yet been revealed! There are no clues related to him, which is also abnormal.”
The old man whose name was mentioned took a step forward from between the giant and the steel with his flaming staff, "Actually, I think you can think of it if I give you some time, but since you asked first, I will... "
"Wait! I understand!" Lamizane suddenly realized a thunderbolt-like thought that broke through the night in his mind, "We are really dark under the lights! Pepe! Of course you have something to do with him! And Angron is here, it’s even more relevant!"
"What..." The black and white dog blinked, then gritted his teeth, "That’s it... ...That's it... Indeed!"
(End of this chapter)