Chapter 180 The Emperor’s Dream
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Night.
Angron is in his office sorting out documents about the Chiaval War.
These documents will be copied and sent to Corax.
The World Eaters would leave the system, and then the Emperor would arrive, and Corax would be able to handle many things on his own. The only thing he hoped the World Eaters would do to help was speed up the war.
After finishing what he was doing, Angron pressed the button on the inside of his desk board, and the White Knight's laboratory was displayed by a holographic projection.
Qin Xia is studying bugs, the trophies of the previous Novshendak No. 5 battle, in the laboratory.
"Is this research going well?" Angron said to the holographic projection.
"It went very well." Qin Xia picked up a crystal and showed it to Angron, "My ultimate goal is to refer to the principle of crystal secretion by insects, create similar equipment, and mass produce this kind of thing. Perhaps the Legion will be able to use my psychic powers in the future without my presence.”
After saying that, Qin Xia continued to be immersed in research.
Sister Olina entered the laboratory to help Qin Xia research.
"Then I won't disturb you." Angron stared at the holographic projection for a while, then reached out and pressed the button to cut off the communication.
The office suddenly became quiet.
The original body buttoned the table, touched the ornaments, and then looked at the photo on the cabinet behind him - a photo with Perturabo after the Battle of Novshendak V.
As soon as he saw Perturabo's stinky face, and recalled the behavior of this naughty brother after the duel with Perturabo... Angron couldn't help but laugh.
Being bored, Angron stood up and walked towards the porthole.
Chiaval does not look beautiful.
Lycaeus was naked.
But the fate of the two worlds was changed, whether it was Angron himself or Corax, they both avoided the ending that a rebel fears most.
The horrifying outcome is that your own resistance changes nothing.
“It’s time for me to launch my Great Crusade.” Angron rubbed his chin like Qin Xia, thinking about how he should establish an order covering many worlds.
After thinking about it, Angron turned around and prepared to return to his desk to continue working.
But when the original body turned around, what he saw was not his desk, but a vast, gorgeous, and magnificent command deck.
People were busy on the command deck.
Next to the relief carving the majestic posture of the emperor, there is a huge fleet outside the porthole.
"Why did you tell Corax that?"
The voice sounded.
Angron followed the sound and saw a throne when he turned around.
The Emperor sat on the throne, his golden eyes staring closely at his twelfth son.
"Emperor?" Angron did not salute or greet. He looked around, wondering when he came.
“Why did you say that to Corax?”
“Say I will cause Chiaval to remain unchanged, people will still be oppressed, except for the one who rides on their necks. Is there a Mechanicus outside the guild?”
The Emperor repeated the question and stood up from the throne.
Angron stopped looking around and looked at the Emperor: "Isn't that the truth?"
"What a fact." The Emperor walked up to Angron and looked down at Angron like the original body looked down at a mortal. His voice was full of majesty. "That's not even a prophecy, but just a psyker using his spiritual power to influence you. The illusion created by your brain. The so-called future you revealed to Corax is an illusion, a deception. "So you will not actually let Chiaval be placed under the supervision of the Mechanical Cult?" Angron asked with raised eyebrows.
The Emperor was silent for a moment and replied in a deep voice: "I will let the Empire manage it."
"..."
Angron was silent.
The Primarch's silence stemmed from his perception of the Emperor.
The emperor's current questioning is actually a kind of revenge, used to express dissatisfaction.
Just like the way Perturabo expressed his dissatisfaction.
Express dissatisfaction in ways that have little to do with dissatisfaction, just like Perturabo expresses dissatisfaction with offense and duels.
Angron continued to sense.
The Emperor's retaliation in the form of questioning at this time stemmed from dissatisfaction with him.
Because the emperor feels that a descendant who can instinctively sense his own heart should be able to understand him better, and those misunderstandings caused by his own lack of expression should not exist in this descendant who can sense his own heart.
But Angron was not what he thought.
Even when they first met, Angron blurted out "Emperor".
But Angron should be able to understand the Emperor. At least that's what the Emperor himself felt.
Just like Angron said before, he has sensed the Emperor and knows that the Emperor has an innocent and dreamy ideal like the Holy Father and the Holy Mother. No matter what evil deeds the other party has done, as long as they are willing to compromise and cooperate together, they can overcome obstacles for the cause of the rise of mankind. , you can directly forgive and endure.
Angron said that this was one of the reasons why he was willing to join the Great Crusade.
But Angron acted as if he still misunderstood his father as a cruel tyrant, a super slave master who wanted to enslave everyone...
This misunderstanding, the Emperor believed It should never appear on Angron.
But the problem is...
The emotions the Emperor had felt before from Angron were all what the Emperor wanted Angron to feel.
With his psychic powers, it is easy to block Angron's innate ability.
During this meeting, Angron could sense that the Emperor did not want him to sense him. "Are you sensing me?" The emperor was startled, and was instantly thrown away by the emotion Angron sensed. "Your ability has become stronger...when?"
" From the moment I merged with everyone in the fleet and annihilated the Eldar fleet," Angron said.
Because Angron sensed the Emperor's heart that he didn't want to be sensed, the Emperor's eyes gradually became sharper, and then Angron could no longer sense anything.
Those emotions that the Emperor did not want Angron to feel in every previous meeting were isolated and sealed by the Emperor's psychic energy, but now the Emperor isolated and sealed all the emotions.
But this retaliation in the form of questioning still became embarrassing because the Emperor's heart was revealed.
“Go to the galaxy eighteen light years away. There are all your descendants who have not returned yet. Your descendants are fighting side by side with a small number of members of the Nineteenth Legion. Bring them all here.”
The Emperor changed the subject.
"Then go to your other brothers. Perturabo, Vulkan, Fulgrim, and Ferus, the coalition of your four brothers is facing a powerful alien empire together."
"Help them finish the battle, and then go to the First Legion with them. The war between us and the Randan Empire will happen again..."
Halfway through the emperor's words, Angron raised his hand to fight. Break.
The emperor who was interrupted looked at Angron. Although he did not show any emotion, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
"Why do you regard each of our Primarchs as your heirs, but always speak in the tone of a slave master driving his slaves?" Angron asked.
The emperor was speechless, his face was expressionless, he didn't know what to think in his heart, and then he spoke again: "Go and carry out the orders of your creator! Number 12! Don't waste time doing unimportant things, just like you did in Nuceria It’s the same nonsense as what was done on the Savior Star!”
Angron held his head high and answered loudly: “Report to the Creator on the 12th!”
The Emperor frowned! , glared at Angron.
Angron no longer held his head high, a smile appeared on his serious face: "Let me tell you, if all my brothers could reject you as decisively as I did, you might change your relationship with me. The way I get along with my brothers is, like, a different tone."
"It's like this."
"My fourth son, Perturabo, please go to the Novshendak system to fight against the powerful enemy. My father knows that you are an expert in defensive warfare and positional warfare. Who else can defeat this alien and powerful enemy than you?"
"Then when Perturabo is done fighting, you can walk up to him and pat him on the shoulder: Well done, kid."
"Then say something else, such as: I'm proud of you. You have grown up, child. In the future, I will take you to show off your achievements in front of the people...just like what my adoptive father would say to me."
Angron ignored the angry look. Emperor, continue.
“Why don’t you?”
"Because Perturabo is too obedient, like a slave master's slave. I don't feel overly impressed by my brother."
"I haven't figured out the character of all my brothers yet. , but I know that they are definitely very submissive, otherwise you will learn not to drive the original body you created as coldly as you drive the slaves!"
After that, Angron waited for the emperor's answer.
The emperor's eyes widened with anger, and beneath the calm surface, his heart was turbulent.
After a long silence, the emperor finally spoke: "Execute my order! Carry out the order of your creator! On the 12th, you are a genetic engineering product created by me. Your genes come from me and another person. As an immortal, no matter from the perspective of blood relationship or the relationship between emperor and ministers, you are obliged to carry out all my orders!”
"I don't have time for those meaningless gossips."
"I am the Lord of Humanity, His Majesty the Emperor of the Human Empire! I carry on my shoulders the fate of billions of human beings in the vast galaxy."
< br>"Stop your meaningless and groundless speculations and obey my orders, otherwise I will let you know why I can become the leader of the human race."
When the emperor said this, the psychic energy They gathered around him and Angron, forming a storm.
Just a thought or an emotion, a powerful psyker like the Emperor can drive psychic energy to create such a terrifying scene.
Angron still refused to give in: "You are angry. No real god on earth will be angered like you. You know that I am right. You know that the way you treated me and my brothers before was not right at all."< br>
"Crossing the line, No. 12." The vague figure of a rickety old man suddenly appeared next to the emperor and warned Angron, "Act according to the orders of the Lord of Mankind and find what's left of you. Heir to fight the battle you were born to fight."
"Lord of Mankind?" Angron stared at the emperor, "A title like a god, but what I perceive is not a god. But a human being..."
The restless spiritual energy around him gradually calmed down.
The Emperor was not convinced by Angron, but he knew that there was no point in spending this way.
"You and your brothers have all inherited one thing from me, and you, Angron, you have inherited the weakness I fear most," said the Emperor. "That is sensibility. Now I am trapped in myself. "In the hole you dug."
Angron nodded: "You see, I inherited things that you think are bad, so you gave me nothing. Corax was born with biology. With knowledge of science and chemistry, Perturabo was born knowing how to build war machines."
Angron stretched out his fingers and pressed his chest.
“And me?”
“I didn’t even know who I was when I first climbed out of the amniotic fluid chamber, and I was shot by those damn Eldar aliens with crystal spike guns and burst into tears. , and then you have to learn the ancient Terran Latin of the Nucerians from the conversations of the slave-catching team.”
Hearing this, the emperor turned his head and looked away.
He turned back to stare at Angron, and finally spoke again: "I gave you something back."
"What?" Angron asked.
"Strengthen your body."
The Emperor replied and everything around him began to fade into black and white.
Angron woke up from his desk and found that everything was normal in the office.
Everything he experienced just now was like a dream...
Just when Angron was confused, the oncoming crisis made his hair stand on end, and he subconsciously raised his arms to protect his head and neck.
An impact invisible to the naked eye hit Angron, like a giant hammer hitting the ball.
Angron flew backwards, smashed the cabinet behind him, crashed through the wall of the office, knocked over a long row of storage shelves in the utility room behind the office, and finally fell into the private bedroom further behind the office. inside.
"What the hell..." Angron climbed up from the gravel.
The Primarch was safe and sound, but everything as far as the eye could see was in shambles.
(End of this chapter)