Chapter 147 Duel, Gladiator
“I heard that you were once a gladiator for the entertainment of others.”
“A slave.”
Retweeted by Perturabo Turn around, walk to the wall next to the throne, and wave your hand on it to bring up a holographic image for inputting numbers.
Angron does not shy away from the fact that he was once a slave and a gladiator, and there is nothing questionable about providing it to others for fun, because this is a fact.
Before Angron could speak, Perturabo continued: "My home planet is Olympia, and there are tyrants and cruel rulers there. If you and I landed on the same planet, you would still be a slave, or A gladiator for others to enjoy, and I will only be the one sitting in the audience watching you."
Angron frowned.
Perturabo entered the password, and the wall extended forward partially, then roared and moved to the right, revealing a weapon inside.
"Do you know why?" asked Perturabo.
“Because you think you are very powerful and you are qualified to be a master.” Angron said.
Perturabo turned and glared at Angron: "That's the truth! I never think of myself as a slave. Even if I am in trouble, I will keep climbing up. I was born with a lot of knowledge, and I was born to be different. I was born to be the master!"
Angron did not respond, just looked at the weapons revealed in the wall.
The weapon looks very heavy. There are two firing holes, one is used to fire live ammunition, and the other is used to fire energy.
This heavy weapon is connected to a number of cables extending from behind the wall.
“I have been treated and manipulated as a slave.”
"That bastard pretends that he is my adoptive father, and then he can drive me with peace of mind and let me do things for him."
Perturabo continued to operate the weapon.
“He also has a daughter.”
“His daughter is also a tool used to control me, but she pretends to call herself my sister, but I... "
When Perturabo said this, Angron realized that Perturabo did not think what he said.
Perturabo felt a mixture of nostalgia, a little attachment, and hostility.
“But I was not manipulated by them, relying on my personality and intelligence.”
“So I said, you will still be a slave, but I am different.”
< br>Perturabo flipped the switch.
The weapon begins to charge.
The energy supply system of the entire defense line accumulated energy for this heavy weapon in one second.
There was even a power outage in various places along the entire defense line.
The hall with good lighting is shrouded in sunlight and is not dark.
Angron stared at the weapon.
For some reason, he felt that the thing looked familiar.
"I don't want to be a slave. It was the damn Eldar aliens that seriously injured me and made me be anesthetized and arrested."
Angron argued with Perturabo calmly.
"How about this, let's talk about what will happen if we all fall into Nuceria."
"An aggressive and naughty person like you will probably be labeled a butcher by the slave owner. Nailed even on the buttocks."
Hearing this, Perturabo turned around with a low growl and held the weapon in his hand.
Angron continued: "I have been drugged out of drug resistance, so I can last a second or two longer in front of Nukaili anesthesia. But the last time my father used anesthesia to anesthetize you, you didn't even say a word. You just fainted. You didn't have time to use your intelligence."
"The Emperor is our father!" Perturabo roared, "Just because the damn wizard used anesthesia to make me look bad. Sweep the floor, so this time I will let you duel with me again!"
Angron stood motionless, sensing Perturabo's emotions.
This guy's emotions are as complex as ever.
He no longer wanted to let this bad relationship continue, but he felt that he had lost face last time.
"How about we have a duel, a gladiatorial fight?" Perturabo raised his head high and pointed his gun at Angron, "In a fair way, without wizards, without that damn anesthetic, we will fight fairly. !”
“Okay.” Angron got ready to fight with his bare hands.
Perturabo was stunned for a moment: "You didn't bring a weapon, that's not fair."
"That's fair. If I had a weapon, I wouldn't be able to deal with it better." You did." Angron said.
Tackling another Primarch with bare hands is not a good idea.
But being able to gain an advantage is Angron's own advantage.
Using appropriate methods to deal with the enemy, rather than just blindly using the strongest method, is the trick Qin Xia taught Angron with practical actions.
"Let's begin." Perturabo pulled the trigger.
A current surged toward Angron, visually like a whip made of lightning, lashing out at Angron and towards the slave that Perturabo considered.
Angron quickly dodged and approached Perturabo.
"I was indeed a slave, but I later wiped out all the slave owners and their lackeys!"
Angron dodged again.
After the ball of plasma emitted by the weapon in Perturabo's hand was dodged, he switched the emission mode again to ray.
But Angron predicted the opportunity to fire and dodged again.
The two Primarchs were less than a meter away from each other.
Perturabo threw away his weapon and took a newly forged battle ax from his back to slash Angron.
When the ax blade attached with the decomposition force field was about to fall, Angron's palm touched Perturabo's arm.
The Lord of Steel fell into a brief freeze.
As a lot of negative emotions dissipated, Perturabo smiled: "Ha."
The next second, Angron's fist fell on Perturabo's face superior.
The Lord of Steel took two steps back, then swung his battle ax and slashed Angron's waist.
This time Angron's palm fell on Perturabo's chest.
Perturabo froze again and was tripped to the ground by Angron.
"This is unfair!" "Don't use your dirty witchcraft!"
"Don't read my mind!"
Perturabo roared and stood up, swinging the ax again.
“Although you want to use this duel as an opportunity to forgive me and ease your relationship with me after defeating me.”
“But I’m sorry, letting go of your opponent in a duel is contempt for your opponent. , so I will still do my best, not to mention my natural ability, I can even use it to penetrate my crotch!”
“Going all out is the greatest respect”
Angron pressed his left hand on Perturabo's shoulder, stretched his upper body back like a bowstring, and then hit his head hard on Perturabo's forehead.
Perturabo stepped back a few steps and swung his battle ax.
Angron lowered his body to avoid the swing, took off and kicked out with his legs together.
"I just want to kill you in this duel!"
Perturabo got up from the ground, his roar shaking the hall.
"That's not what you think." Angron sensed Perturabo's emotions, dodged the swinging ax, and kicked him again.
"You wizard! I'm going to kill you!"
"You are really angry, but I'm sorry, I will still go all out."
" Uh..."
Perturabo was hugged by Angron's waist and pushed to the ground.
Just like in the last battle between the two, Perturabo hugged Angron and crashed through the wall and then rode and beat the latter.
This time it was Angron.
The battle ax in Perturabo's hand has fallen and is embedded in the ground two meters away.
Perturabo could easily counterattack Angron, but whenever he did so Angron would touch him, causing him to freeze.
The Lord of Steel's fists could not fight back, but in the stiffness where the negative emotions were withdrawn, his mouth could still speak.
"Why do you care about my affairs?! Why do you interfere in my management?"
"What qualifications do you have to prevent me from killing!"
Listen to Petu Labo's roar, Angron responded while shaking his fist: "Because you came here for me at all! You wanted to punish your own heirs to make me regret and regret that I offended you. You just wanted to torture me." Conscience! Use the life of your heir to torture my conscience!”
“I can’t accept others dying because of me, and their death is worthless!”
Angron’s fist is like this! It hit Perturabo's head like a hydraulic hammer.
Whenever Perturabo tried to force himself free, Angron would touch his arm, leaving him frozen and unable to do anything.
"Then you shouldn't have offended me!"
"If you didn't use witchcraft to read my mind... I wouldn't fight back in that way!"
< br>Perturabo shouted, taking another punch.
"Come on me if you can't stand me!" Angron punched me again, "Do you think I'm submissive? Do you think I'm easy to bully? I didn't keep any of the slave owners who once enslaved me. Even if there may be some good people in their class and group, I will kill them all!”
"You are also a slave owner!"
"I didn't take action the first time I met you because what you did was of some benefit to others!"
"... "
When Angron was about to hit another punch, Perturabo raised his hand to block it: "This is not fair at all!"
"What do you think? That's fair." Angron sensed Perturabo's emotions, "When you found out that I just wanted to deal with you with bare hands, you were glad that I made a stupid choice. You thought it was easy for you to deal with me with heavy weapons. You have an advantage, and you feel in your heart that this is not only fair, but you also take advantage.”
"..." Perturabo was speechless for a moment.
As the Lord of Steel stopped resisting, Angron stopped punching.
The Lord of the Twelve Legions stood up from Perturabo, walked to the side, sat on the ground, and took a breath.
Perturabo was lying on his back, muttering: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to let all your legions die!"
"You don't have this at all. "Idea." Angron said, "You think my twelve legions are brave and good at fighting, and you don't want to kill any of them."
Perturabo was speechless again.
“You don’t have much hatred for me. On the contrary, you think I am the one who can save you from depression and torture. It’s just that you are afraid that you will become weak. You are afraid that my ability will be like It eats away at your steel like rust," Angron said again.
Perturabo could say nothing this time.
His body was no longer on his back, but turned over, his limbs curled up and lying on his side.
Angron felt powerlessness, helplessness, grievance, pain, and joy from Perturabo's emotions...
Perturabo was really helpless. He didn't expect Angron's ability to freeze him repeatedly. He thought that the ability could only work once, or that if he didn't have negative emotions, he wouldn't be frozen.
This damn ability makes me unable to even fight back. thought Pertura.
Losing is nothing, and failure is not absolutely unacceptable. What makes Perturabo most helpless is that he does not even have a mental defense.
Every thought, every emotion, they were felt by Angron.
It's like a person puts on a thick cotton-padded jacket, and then puts on extremely heavy armor, just to hide himself, but the effect is no different from being naked.
Perturabo had no choice.
He still felt aggrieved.
Angron’s ability is really rogue and unreasonable.
Even when Perturabo was thinking about this, Angron noticed what he was thinking and said: "An unreasonable twister like you has to let an unreasonable person like me The power of truth cures!"
"..." Perturabo curled up and lay on his side, saying nothing and being unable to say anything.
"Novshendak No. 5, should you give it to me or keep it for yourself?" Angron stood up from the ground and looked at Perturabo and asked.
"Yours." Perturabo responded in a muffled voice.
“The Iron Warriors who you call the so-called losers, as well as Dantioch, and Dantioch’s two camps, will they be punished by you and used by you to find them? My fault?" Angron asked again.
"No." Perturabo responded.
(End of this chapter)