Angron choked up. Listening to every word the Emperor of Mankind said, he suddenly realized a statement by the System AI was absolutely correct.
The Emperor of Mankind was a complete bastard!
[I suggest letting me take over your body, then giving him an axe swing. This is a perfect opportunity!]
The System AI chattered incessantly into Angron's ear.
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volume one: Chapter 18: False Emperor!
Angron did not take the System AI's suggestion. After assessing the strength of both sides, Angron was certain that if he truly tried it, he couldn't guarantee anything other than that the Emperor of Mankind's mere application of psychic power would subdue him the moment he raised his axe!
"Emperor of Mankind."
Angron looked directly at the Emperor of Mankind, his golden pupils calm and honest.
The Emperor of Mankind looked at the silent number twelve. He knew number twelve might be throwing a tantrum, but to him, it was irrelevant. In the face of all humanity, the Primarchs might be the products leading the current era, but after the Great Crusade succeeded, both the Primarchs and he would step down. Currently, however, both he and the Primarchs were merely the most useful tools in the great undertaking of human resurgence.
The Emperor of Mankind firmly believed that his philosophy and path were the only way out for humanity's future, or at least the only way out for now.
The Emperor of Mankind was too busy; his time was limited. In the first few years, he could accompany number sixteen, but the increasingly tense situation eventually left the Emperor of Mankind breathless. If not for Malcador and the Primarchs, the Emperor of Mankind might have long since... "I need a loudspeaker."
After a moment, Angron spoke.
Naturally, the Emperor of Mankind granted Angron's request.
When the Custodes handed Angron a speaker, Angron shook his head.
"I need one with a data port."
The Emperor of Mankind scrutinized Angron. The thing on his head seemed about to speak—that ancient, immature soul, that high-dimensional yet foolish thing.
The Emperor of Mankind nodded slightly, signaling for a loudspeaker with a data port to be given to Angron. Just as Angron was about to plug a wire from the Butcher's Nails into it, a heavy hand grasped Angron's hand.
The Emperor of Mankind looked at Angron.
"Find a room. I need to talk to them."
The moment the Emperor of Mankind grasped Angron's hands, he froze completely. He felt the Emperor of Mankind's vast emotions; Angron felt like a frail sailboat in the * * . When the Emperor of Mankind withdrew his hand, Angron finally regained his senses.
"Alright! Let's go. It seems we can discuss the problem on your head."
The Emperor of Mankind's tone was still unquestionable, but this time Angron felt that the Emperor of Mankind was not as relaxed as his words implied.
"Okay."
Angron nodded... This was a study filled with a large number of artifacts from Terra thousands of years ago, as well as the Emperor of Mankind's spoils of war.
Every single item had its origin and value; there was too much history, enough that it would take the Emperor of Mankind several days and nights to explain it all to Angron, so the Emperor of Mankind did not intend to discuss these things with him.
"Alright!"
The Emperor of Mankind sat down in a chair and motioned for his Custodes Captain to leave the room. He was not driving him away, but rather avoiding a conflict between the Custodes Captain and Angron.
Angron watched the Emperor of Mankind, then plugged the Butcher's Nails into the loudspeaker.
"Ripple of Destiny, if you wish to curse, you may begin now!"
The Emperor of Mankind stared at the speaker, seeming to already know what the Butcher's Nails would say.
"Emperor of Mankind, you know me?"
"Of course... I don't."
The Emperor of Mankind joked. The Butcher's Nails fell silent for a long time; it felt its electronic circuits starting to burn. Angron touched his head; it was hot.
"Yellow skin!"
"Silence!"
When the Butcher's Nails spoke these words, the Emperor of Mankind immediately stood up, slamming the table. This was the first time Angron had seen the Emperor of Mankind angry; the Emperor of Mankind radiated oppression, causing Angron to slightly suffocate, but the Butcher's Nails could not feel it.
What psychic pressure could a machine spirit feel!
Angron feared him! But the Butcher's Nails did not!
"Did you capture me! I knew it! You are the type who loves conscription the most!"
"..."
The Emperor of Mankind looked at the words coming out of the golden loudspeaker. If he had that ability, he would have long since strangled the Gods of the Warp one by one! A hint of disdain appeared in his golden eyes. When that gaze fell upon Angron, Angron felt extremely uncomfortable; it was as if the Emperor of Mankind was looking down on him.
Although he knew it wasn't directed at him.
"Do you think your plan can succeed?"
The mocking voice of the Butcher's Nails rang out.
"The great human endeavor is not something I can forge alone."
"Please take a breath of oxygen before saying that."
Angron clearly saw the veins bulging on his biological father's forehead. Feeling the turbulent psychic fluctuations, Angron could only whisper a plea.
"nail, don't talk nonsense!"
Angron wanted to stop the Butcher's Nails from speaking any more ridiculous words. He did not want his second meeting with the Emperor of Mankind to be fraught with tension, or to end with him being strung up and beaten.
"Look, breathe out, breathe in. I can do it. Can you?"
The Emperor of Mankind sat back down in the chair, calming himself. Under the shroud of psychic power, Angron saw the Emperor of Mankind acting like a child, bickering with the Butcher's Nails on his head.
"Yellow skin!"
"Metal construct!"
At this moment, Angron felt the image of the Emperor of Mankind in his heart completely collapse.
The Emperor of Mankind's lips curved slightly upward. He enjoyed this rare, old-friend-like bickering, but only for a moment before he shifted his gaze back. He looked at the golden loudspeaker with a serious expression.
"Ripple, what did you and Angron discuss?"
"What do you think I should have said? How about starting with Chaos?"
"That is too soon for Angron!"
"Exactly! Emperor of Mankind, you always think you are perfectly correct. If only you were a little less stubborn..."
The System AI began to ramble.
"It seems you know a lot."
The Emperor of Mankind's golden eyes looked toward the golden loudspeaker, psychic energy flickering around them. Before seeing the Butcher's Nails, the River of Destiny had been blurry, but now... the Emperor of Mankind saw it.
Inside a foul-smelling ship cabin, directly in front of countless twisted warriors, on a battlefield where the Custodes and Sisters of Silence fought desperately, as far as the eye could see, a massive portal spewed forth the filthy, iridescent light of the Warp. A black figure walked out of the light. The Emperor of Mankind saw that familiar figure, the masterpiece he was most proud of, the one he held in highest esteem.
This felt like a nightmare. The Emperor of Mankind frowned tightly, trying to see more.
That figure raised his head, bright eyes flashing with sinister light.
He opened his mouth, and flames erupted behind him.
When a voice rang out sharply, the Emperor of Mankind's soul trembled for a long time.
"False Emperor!!!!"
The Emperor of Mankind suddenly opened his eyes.
This time, his expression was unusually severe.
"It seems we have a lot to talk about."
The Emperor of Mankind pursed his lips and looked toward number twelve.
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