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[This is just my speculation.]
[Motalian] took a step back, but he knew things were already done; [Killiman] was clearly already planning something, and he only needed to give it a push.
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Three months later
[Hahaha, I'm late! Sorry! I'll punish myself with a drink!]
[Angron]'s hearty laughter burst in, and the gladiator, his armor exposed, picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp. [Motalion]'s right eyelid twitched uneasily; [Angron] had drunk from his cup.
[Guilliman] turned to the side and hurriedly ordered the Ultramarines to bring over wine and tea, while the Lord of Macragge subtly moved a little further away from [Angron].
[Angron] is extremely adept at seeing through people's hearts and emotions; no Primarch is willing to be seen through by him.
[how?]
[Angron] sat casually on the table without any regard for his image, leaning back and staring intently at [Guilliman].
[Angron] smiled.
I smell a conspiracy—
Oh, my two good brothers, to be honest, it is only the aura emanating from you two that fascinates me—one so complex it's chaotic, the other so pure it's like a sapphire.
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[Guilliman] maintained his fake smile, and [Motalian] genuinely admired [Guilliman] for this ability to maintain necessary respect for a scoundrel like [Angron].
The Angron and the World Eaters were never important legions within the Empire, and the Lords of Man further neglected them in the later stages, causing their size to shrink rapidly.
Unlike other marginalized Legions, the World Eaters were happy to see this happen. Under the leadership of their Primarch, Angron, the World Eaters became the Legion with the most diverse entertainment activities.
It is rumored that the Primarch [Angron] even had secret contact with the Dark Eldar.
But this little secret is nothing compared to his two older brothers, one sitting and one standing at his desk.
Angron's descent into the path of Slaanesh is nothing more than a trivial pleasure on a street corner compared to that of Guilliman and Morthari.
[So,]
[Angron] clapped his hands suddenly, too lazy to help the others with their tai chi.
[What do you want from Luo Jia?!]
【Luojia】 and 【Angron】 are actually very close. Although the pink books that 【Angron】 usually reads are different from the religious books that 【Luojia】 usually reads, the two Primarchs unexpectedly became good friends.
Sometimes, Luojia would ask Anglong questions about the emotions and souls of those who believed in the truth of the Empire, while Anglong would occasionally change things up and sit in Luojia's debate hall in his spare time.
When [Luojia] pushes open the church door, she will see [Angron] sitting quietly on the bench in the debate hall, resting with his eyes closed. Sunlight shines down through the window that holds the truth of the empire.
For Luo Jia, this was an extremely gratifying scene, representing that his brother had affirmed his beliefs and views.
[Motalian] couldn't help but glance at [Angron].
Angron and Guilliman were both considered trustworthy friends by Luojia, but they both made decisions that pushed Luojia into the abyss.
[Motalian] still remembers the time he tried to persuade [Angron] to join them.
[Angron] cleanly and decisively interrupted [Motalian]. The Primarch smirked, still looking like he had just had a hangover, but the light in his eyes was exceptionally clear.
[You don't need to tell me—I know, Guilliman, right? Okay, okay, I promise, I'll go right now.]
The Emperor may have long harbored the intention to eliminate the World Eaters, and Angron was well aware of this, but due to his cover-up, no one within the World Eaters had yet discovered it.
Whoever takes the throne is stronger than the Lord of Humanity to the Devourer.
Moreover... even if they ultimately fail and perish, it will only be a spectacular death, which is better than being marginalized and gradually disappearing.
Angron also disliked the empire under the rule of the Lord of Mankind, where there was so much suffering and pain that it was almost unbearable for the Primarchs.
[Motalian] suddenly opened his eyes.
Why couldn't it be me?
[Angron] chuckled coldly twice, took two steps forward, and [Motalian] stood rooted to the spot, watching helplessly as [Angron]'s fingertips traced the black teardrops on his cheek.
Because he needed to persuade Angron to betray the Emperor, Mortarion forcibly suppressed his urge to punch Angron.
[You won't allow me to pry into your past and memories—therefore I cannot pledge allegiance to you, but Guilliman will, and this will be his guarantee to me.]
[However, if you will allow me to glimpse the past—then I can pledge my allegiance to you, Mortarian.]
[......]
[Angron] listened intently and heard [Motalian]'s heavy breathing.
finally--
[I refuse.] / [Of course you can.]
[Angron]'s [Killiman] smiled, his expression calm and composed.
[Do I only need my past and memories to replace the object?]
[At that time, I will also need to invade Luo Jia's memories with your soul... This is quite complicated. I haven't tried this with the Primarch before, but I think I can.]
[Angron] blinked and looked at [Guilliman], who had immediately agreed.
Guilliman's soul was so pure that he saw a pure person, a soul so pure that it contained no impurities. Guilliman's thoughts and actions were extremely simple.
He just wanted to win the game and achieve pure success.
As for what he treated as a game... nobody knows.
[And, my great King Guilliman,]
[Angron] bowed exaggeratedly to [Killiman].
[Angron and the World Eaters are sincere in their intention to secure a place for us in your future plans. With just a small amount of resources from your vast empire, we will continue to provide you with the services you desire.]
Mortarian turned away, deciding not to look at the faces of Guilliman and Angron when they reached an agreement.
Anglong's explanation for betraying Luojia was also very simple.
[I merely replaced 'a' with 'b' in his mind, but the pleasure and pain he experienced were the same; his beliefs remained his own. How can this be called betrayal?]
Okay, that's all.
Chapter 810 [252] [Robert Guilliman]
I have a feeling of unease...
Angron muttered to himself as he sank into the lounge sofa that Guilliman had prepared for them, while mortal servants walked around the tall Primarchs, waxing their armor to make it look even shinier.
Upon hearing this, Mortarian, who was resting with his eyes closed beside him, opened his eyes and stared at Angron.
You don't have to come.
Motari paused for a moment, then spoke again, his voice filled with genuine emotion.
I think Guilliman will be lenient with you; it's hard for us all to face our other sides... but I think it will be even harder for you to accept.
If I were you, I might choose to find a better battlefield to bury myself.
This statement was not sarcastic or veiled, but rather a genuine expression of Mortalian's feelings. He now wished he could chop his other self into mincemeat—the only saving grace being that the other Mortalian at least still possessed the necessary manners.
But as for [Angron] who's involved in the S-path... that's hard to say.
Mortarion watched as Angron took a deep breath, then another, and only after a series of deep breaths did the Lord of the Red Sand finally relax his furrowed brows.
【No,】
A resolute gaze gleamed in Angron's eyes.
I need to confront him directly.
I can imagine that if I run away, he will only gain a sense of victory. I cannot admit defeat in this regard, Mortarian. No one wants to lose to the other side.
"That's absolutely right," Mortarian nodded, admiring Angron's determination, which was so arduous.
He recalled Slaanesh's actions towards him... Mortalian felt goosebumps creep up his spine. If Slaanesh had been his own face... Mortalian didn't know if he could have endured it.
【and,】
Angron nodded nervously, accidentally bumping into a servant walking by. The Primarch quickly raised his hand to apologize, telling the nervous servant not to take it to heart.
He then returned to his topic, his brows furrowing again.
Mind and emotional control and influence are very subtle things. Although they fall under the category of psychic abilities, they are much harder for psychics to detect than ordinary psychic skills—they don't have particularly obvious psychic energy fluctuations.
Motalian understood.
You're worried that "Angron" will pull some tricks on us? You underestimate us, Angron.
Angron smiled.
[I hope that's for the best, but I have to go and see, Mortarian. Not everyone has a soul strong enough like yours, and I'm worried that the one on the other side has abilities in this area that are far beyond our imagination.]
After Butcher's Nail was completely removed, Angron gradually regained his original talent, but he usually only used it to boost his own morale or to soothe the wounded and confused soldiers, rather than using it in more dangerous situations.
He was first and foremost a gladiator, and gladiators are inherently honorable.
Even so, Angron's talent makes him exceptional in his insightful and subtle manipulation of emotions.
Not to mention [Angron], who frequently uses his abilities...
Mortalian was silent for a moment, then the door was pushed open, and Saint Gilles and Magnus walked in together to make final preparations for the dinner.
Could you perhaps explain in detail how you utilize your abilities?
Anglong nodded, swallowed, and began his story.
Every soul is different...
……
[Another Fate Line]
[past]
[Every soul is different—in brightness, color, shape, smell, touch…]
[Angron] spoke, bowed, and extended his hand to [Killiman].
[Killiman] did not hand his hand to [Angron]. The Lord of Macragge stared at [Angron] with interest, clutching a sharp sword in his other hand.
[I have made a full record of my previous memories and personality, Angron. If, after today, I emerge from this room in any way different from my former self, I think your World Eater will meet its demise even faster.]
[Motalian] noticed that [Angron]'s smile froze for a moment, almost imperceptibly.
[You're always so cold, Guilliman... You're not like this when you're with the rest of us brothers.]
[Because you involve something I care about,]
[Killiman] smiled warmly. After saying this, he drew his sword and cut his hand, from which drops of blood, shimmering with light, flowed out.
[I still prefer to clarify the stakes before collaborating... Too much ambiguity will always make you want to try and slip your hand inside my armor, Angron.]
Blood dripped from [Killiman's] palm onto [Angron's] palm.
That wasn't ordinary blood; it contained psychic energy from the original body, and even some faint fragments of the soul.
[Motalian] observed from the outside of the altar, and once the risks and benefits were acceptable, [Killiman] was willing to do something more radical.
"Killiman's words were too mild," Mortarion thought coldly. "If I don't stop him, Angron will not only reach inside the armor, he'll reach under the fabric, under the skin, and grab the throbbing internal organs directly."
He will then reshape you according to his own idea of "happiness and joy".
[Motalian] has met some of the mortal followers of [Angron], and it is because of these followers that [Angron] has gained fervent support and popularity in certain worlds.
To be honest, [Motalian] doesn't know what the meaning or value of life is for those handsome men and beautiful women who laugh all day, sing from time to time, play silly little games, or have obsessive love. They look like pieces of meat full of dopamine.
People seek these things, and [Angron] fulfills them.
[Motalian] knew that these so-called believers used for propaganda by [Angron] would not exist for more than a year. After a year, the stimulus would weaken, and in order to maintain their high level of happiness, [Angron] would have to transfer them to deeper levels of believers and servants.
And those deeper believers... heh...
When Mortarion sought to negotiate with Angron, the Primarch was "friendly" helping one of his deep followers find happiness. Mortarion crossed his arms and stared at the mass of flesh that had been mostly stripped away, leaving only a bundle of nerves and a brain, and sneered.
This thing can't even perform abhorrent intelligence; its most basic logical thinking ganglia have long been rotten, leaving only a sense of utter despair.
Even so, the followers of [Angron] are extremely grateful to the Primarch—
Most of them were people suffering from illness or poverty, but they were also a part of these classes. Because some of the suffering people had a strong spirit of resistance, [Angron] did not like them.