Chapter 374 364. Your friend, Angron
[Please come in. ]
Angron opened the door before the Archangel knocked on the door. The Lord of Red Sand raised his eyebrows and looked silently at Sanguinius, who was about to smile, awkwardly raising his hands in the air.
Angron was originally watching the battle report indoors. This was the only thing he had to do with the battle after being banned from killing.
Then he felt a fluffy feather ball composed of uneasiness, worry, irritability, determination, and determination hanging by the door of the World Eater's lounge.
Since he lingered longer than Angron could tolerate, Angron decisively opened the door and invited the hesitant man in - or drove him away.
Angron scratched his head irritably. He could feel the depressive atmosphere in the Nikaia Theater. Everyone was anxious, uneasy, with a faint pessimism and anger, which to some extent affected the ability to perceive emotions now. Angron.
Maybe he should just bart his teeth and pretend to be nails, and then kick out this guy who is wandering in the World Eater's lounge, staring at the boring landscape paintings on the wall, trying to find something to say.
The brother acted like a damn noble, and Angron hated anyone who stood above him.
If Angron hadn't sensed the arrogance in Sanguinius's heart, Angron would never have tolerated him staying for so long.
Angron was confused. What Sanguinius showed on the surface was completely different from what Angron perceived as his inner world. Even though he seemed to be trying his best to comfort himself, this guy was still very irritable and anxious inside— —It can even be called bloodthirsty.
Angron frowned and dragged two chairs over, and the chairs screeched loudly on the floor. This made Sanguinius, who was admiring the boring scenery, finally turn his head,
[Sit down. ]
Angron said angrily, and Sanguinius sat down in silence. The Archangel seemed to want to speak, but Angron's behavior just now clearly interrupted his train of thought, making the Archangel subconsciously become cautious.
Angron snapped his fingers, and Sanguinius was surprised to see the servitor coming over with a plate of desserts and tea. The Lord of Red Sand said roughly "Eat", and took it himself without caring about the archangel. one slice.
The angel brought the tea and he smiled,
[Legion Commander of the Blood Angels, Sanguinius. ]
[World Eater, Angron. 】
Angron stretched out his oil-stained hand. The archangel's smile was still perfect. He also stretched out his hand and the two shook hands.
Angron's hand was rough and bumpy with scars, and the Lord of the Red Sand shook it vigorously in a provocative manner.
The angel's smile remained unchanged.
Angron let go of his hand, and the Son of the Mountain spoke, but this time his tone was obviously less aggressive,
[Brother, is it possible that you are really a saint? ]
Before Sanguinius could react, Angron burst into laughter and shook his hand,
[Good grip, tell me, my brother, why did you come to me? I know no more about the Empire than any of you. ]
The angel smiled, and he spoke calmly,
[That's a fallacy. Each brother has their own unique view of the empire. Even Horus, the first to return, cannot claim that he knows every detail of this behemoth. 】
Angron looked away and grabbed the pastry to eat casually,
"Stop talking nonsense, Sanguinius, just ask if you have anything to say. I hate polite words. I grew up in a completely different environment than you people, Mortarion They have a much deeper understanding of etiquette than I do. ]
The corners of Sanguinius's mouth twitched slightly, not sure if it was because of Angron or Mortarion.
So the Archangel went straight in,
"I want to know how you got in touch with the Lord of the Silent Order." ]
Angron stopped, resting his elbows on his knees, frowning and looking at the archangel seriously, as if trying to distinguish something.
Finally, he asked softly,
"You are spiritually troubled, and you are worried that the Lord of the Silent Order will punish you?" Or is it some other psychic problem? ]
The archangel's smile was broken, and Angron clearly heard the cup in Sanguinius's hand seem to groan, and the
Lord of the Red Sand muttered,
[Good grip, good grip. ]
[I don't understand,]
Sanguinius said gently, [How do you know this? I don't think you have had much communication with other legions. Angron nodded his head indifferently. The angel
saw those blasphemous mechanical limbs, which were frightening even to see them.
【You showed it yourself. ]
The archangel reacted instantly, he blinked,
[Is this your ability, Angron? ]
[So... unique? 】
Angron grinned and pointed at the wings that Sanguinius folded awkwardly in order to sit down,
"Brother, you all have wings." ]
The archangel said incredulously,
[This is the power he gave us. Angron frowned again in confusion. What the
archangel said was different from the emotion reflected in his heart.
But he tacitly skipped the topic and laughed. This is a skill Angron learned from Hades. He often saw Hades use this skill to subtly move the work to Karn and Rock. On the body.
But besides that, he also learned a lot.
【Yes. ]
Angron said,
[Then why are you looking for Hades? If you are worried about the Silent Order, then I can honorably guarantee you that as long as there is a chance of salvation, the Silent Order will not choose to destroy it. ]
Angron picked up the tea cup and drank from it.
When he and the World Eaters were in such a state, even if they were rescued, they were still severely damaged and of no use to the Empire. Hades had to bring them back.
However... he thought of Magnus. It seemed that this big red guy was even more unlucky than him. Angron thought of the regret and panic he felt, but he would not sympathize with the person who crossed the red line.
He put down the cup suddenly,
[Don't touch those things yourself,]
He remembered the illusion of skull blood that he had experienced, and he stared at the hesitation of the archangel in front of him,
[Lies, excuses—whatever you want, I'll give it to you. What, where is such a good thing in this world? ! Why don't you go find the Emperor? I guess he quite likes you. This is much less reliable. ]
Angron bared his teeth and smiled,
[But no matter how reliable he is, he is not as reliable as that boy from Hades. 】
He smashed his fist on his chest to show his and the World Eaters' loyalty to Hades. At the same time, he looked at the archangel. Sanguinius's mental state was obviously much better now. Although he still looked confused and shocked, At least the wavering color has faded a lot.
Worthy of being a perfect archangel, Angron said in his heart. When he first returned to the empire, he had heard of the reputation of angels - together with Horus's.
Sanguinius looked at Angron as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked at this brother who looked like a gladiator, but a gladiator who only knew how to kill could not say such things.
The archangel said softly,
[…Thank you for your reminder, Angron, I thought this conversation would be difficult. 】
Angron blinked, he showed a generous laugh, waved his hand, indicating that the angel could leave,
【When you have nothing, you know that now it is nothing! 】
No other meaning, Lao K guarantees the bottom line.
There is another one
(end of this chapter)