From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 586: Working, Relief, Trouble

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Standing in front of Sui Yang at a close distance, Angron fell into an unprecedented confusion.

His muscles were tense, his knuckles were trembling unconsciously, and he didn't know how to face the existence in front of him.

Reason told him that this was not the real "blood father", but the psychic resonance deep in his soul was screaming the word "father".

This contradiction made the incarnation of war, who once made the galaxy tremble, seem at a loss.

"Relax, kid."

Sui Yang's voice was like the morning light penetrating through the dark clouds, with an irresistible gentleness.

The human emperor took a step forward, the patterns on his black-gold armor flowing with liquid golden light. As he raised his finger slightly, a glow like the morning glow slowly unfolded.

The light was not as blazing as the psychic power of the human emperor, but rather like the spring day on the mother planet, enveloping Angron with the initial warmth of life.

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"This is.?"

Angron's question was cut short before it could be formulated.

The moment the golden light penetrated his skin, the sharp pain that had been gnawing at his nerves for ten thousand years suddenly stopped, just like the storm-ravaged sea surface was frozen forever.

He touched the back of his head with trembling hands. The rotten Butcher's Nails were falling apart in the psionic energy, and the rusted metal turned into fine sand and flowed through his fingers.

More surprising changes followed——

The knotted muscle lines gradually softened, and the permanent angry lines between the brow bones stretched out. When the last ray of golden light dissipated, what was "reflected" in the flowing mirror was a handsome face that even Angron himself was unfamiliar with.

He stared blankly at the nail chips falling in his palm, and vaguely heard the sound of rain in Nuceria.

It turns out that Angron, who taught slave children to identify herbs in the vineyard, who bandaged injured animals, and whose soul was not yet soaked in blood, had never really died.

As his Adam's apple rolled, he tasted the salty liquid at the corner of his lips. This body actually still remembered how to cry.

When the eyes focused on Sui Yang again, a sharp contrast suddenly pierced the heart.

The Emperor of the Universe he originally belonged to would only dissect his value with a scalpel-like gaze, just like evaluating a weapon with a crack;

The ruler in front of him remained within arm's reach, and what surged in his golden eyes was the "compassion" and "care" that Angron could only imagine in the most absurd dreams.

"why?"

Angron's hoarse voice startled himself. It was his original voice that had not been distorted by the Butcher's Nails. "You can certainly reshape a more powerful weapon."

The cloak of the black-gold armor moved without wind, and the spiritual energy like stardust flowed through it: "Those who see children get hurt but only calculate the gains and losses are called slave owners."

Sui Yang said, tapping Angron's heart with his fingertips. A golden rune appeared in an instant. "What I need is not the Primarch of the 12th Legion, but the Angron who secretly distributes wheat cakes to the serfs at the harvest festival."

These words were like lightning that split the chaotic memory.

The original "biological father" would only record the data of the Butcher's Nails indifferently, but at this moment, Sui Yang's method of repairing his soul scar was like wiping the dust off the heirloom family emblem.

The rulers of the two universes are equally majestic and godlike, but one regards his offspring as precise gears, while the other remembers the names engraved on each gear.

Angron suddenly knelt on one knee. This action no longer contained the submission of the Legion era, but something more ancient, the original awe of mankind for the starry sky:

"What should I call you?"

Sui Yang smiled, and that smile made the blood mist of the seventh layer of hell clear for a short time.

"Child, don't be too eager to give."

The huge palm fell between the Primarch's black hair, and Angron smelled a scent similar to that of soil after rain.

"You can think about it slowly, whether to use 'father' or something else."

Angron was stunned.

This simple sentence was like a blunt knife, slowly and heavily cutting through the anger and pain that had been solidified in him for thousands of years.

He had never imagined that the "Emperor of Mankind" would speak to him like this, not as an order, not as a judgment.

In his original universe, his father never considered him a "son".

From the moment he was forcibly taken from Nuceria, he was just a weapon, a weapon implanted with the Butcher's Nail and destined to go out of control.

No one cares about his pain, no one understands his struggle, and his madness is only seen as a variable that needs to be controlled, a pathetic and useless madman.

But now, Sui Yang's palm fell gently on his head, warm and firm, as if silently telling him "You don't need to relieve the pain through killing anymore."

An indescribable emotion surged in my chest, as if the grievances, anger, and unwillingness that had been suppressed for thousands of years had finally found an outlet.

Angron's throat tightened and his eyes burned. Finally, he lowered his head, resting his forehead on Sui Yang's knee armor, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

He didn't cry out loud, but Sui Yang knew that this warrior who had been tortured to madness had finally found himself.

In fact, before being forced to travel through time and become the "Emperor of Mankind", as a fan of "Warhammer 40k", Sui Yang's story of Angron has always been one of his deepest regrets.

Angron was supposed to be a "healer".

The Primarch was gifted with a rare gift of empathy, able to understand the suffering of others and willing to lend a helping hand.

However, fate was cruel to Angron.

The abuse of slave owners, the erosion of butcher's nails, the indifference of the emperor

Layer upon layer of suffering twisted him into a furious monster. He was no longer the young man who would bandage others' wounds, but a beast who could only roar and tear everything apart.

What if someone had given him a hand?

This thought always lingered in Sui Yang's mind.

And now, looking at Angron who had finally let go of his anger and pain, Sui Yang inadvertently resolved his heart knot.

Although there was also an Angron in the Empire of the Main Universe, that Primarch had never suffered any injustice or pain since childhood, and grew up in warmth and care. Naturally, he could not be compared with the Primarch of the World Eaters in front of him.

On the other hand, Angron.

After a moment of silence, Angron finally raised his head. His voice was low but no longer hoarse. "Father Fulgrim, why is he here?"

Hearing this, Sui Yang's gaze looked into the distance, as if penetrating the layers of fog in hell.

"He, like you, committed heinous crimes, and countless lives died because of him."

Sui Yang's voice was calm, but with unquestionable majesty, "So, he must serve his sentence."

“Serving a sentence?” Angron frowned.

"Yes." Sui Yang nodded, "To be exact, he is 'working'."

work to earn a living???

Angron's expression showed a hint of confusion.

Sui Yang chuckled: "Fulgrim is now the 'controller' of Lust, the second layer of Hell."

Angron was stunned for a moment, then he revealed an undisguised laugh: "Ha! It really suits him."

After all, Fulgrim, having fallen into the arms of Slaanesh, understood better than anyone the corrosive nature of desire.

Having Fulgrim in charge of souls who committed lustful acts was a punishment made in heaven.

But soon, Angron's expression darkened again.

The Primarch learned through the whispers of evil gods, daemons, and the Emperor's Children who fled into the Warp that there were equivalents of their own Primarch in the Prime Universe.

Moreover, the "him" in another universe has never been tortured by the Butcher's Nails, so he must be living an easy and happy life, right?

However, Sui Yang's eyes were deep, as if he had already seen through the thoughts of this "descendant".

"Are you jealous?"

Angron did not answer, but the tense line of his jaw gave him away.

Sui Yang sighed and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Angron, fate is never fair, but you must understand that your pain is not meaningless. Your struggle, your anger, your atonement, all of these have made you who you are today."

Sui Yang paused and continued, "And 'Angron' in that world will never be able to understand your current tenacity."

Angron was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

Perhaps, this is the answer.

"So." Angron took a deep breath and looked at Sui Yang with a determined look, "What should I do now?"

Sui Yang smiled but didn't say much. He then raised his hand and waved it. The bloody sky of hell suddenly cracked open, and bright starlight fell.

The emperor's golden eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze swept across the endless bloody scorched earth of the seventh layer of hell.

The sound of chains rubbing, the wailing of souls, the never-ending fighting, everything here is filled with the most primitive violence.

“Angron,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “From today on, the seventh level, Violence, will be under your control.”

Hearing this, Angron's pupils shrank slightly.

"I?"

"You understand the nature of violence better than anyone else." Sui Yang said slowly, "You used to be its slave, but now you will become its master."

“So,” Angron tried to ask, “Can I manage it my way?”

"Of course." Sui Yang nodded, "Those who committed atrocities will suffer even more painful torture than they are now, so that the living will understand that tyranny will eventually backfire on themselves."

Angron clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"I'll make them regret it."

Countless kinds of punishments emerged in his mind - the pain he had experienced personally, the atrocities he had inflicted on others. Now, he would return them to these sinful souls in a more cruel way.

At this moment, a familiar figure emerged from the blood mist.

The World Eaters emblem on the shoulder armor of the neatly-stiffened Imperial Navy uniform was still clearly visible, and when the figure's stern face fully revealed itself, Angron's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Loretta?"

The female captain's soul exudes a faint psychic glow, and the memory of once being one with the flagship makes her existence seem particularly special.

Her eyes were no longer the same as when she was alive, but instead carried a calmness that saw through life and death.

"Master Primarch." Her voice was hoarse, as if she had traveled through countless battlefields. "It seems that we have all arrived where we are supposed to be."

The corners of Angron's mouth lifted uncontrollably; it was the first time in thousands of years that he felt joy from the bottom of his heart.

But this joy was soon interrupted by Sui Yang's cold words.

"You are all people who have committed serious crimes." There was no mercy in the Emperor's golden eyes. "Loretta Sarin, the fleet you commanded destroyed countless worlds, and countless lives died because of you."

The female captain knelt on one knee and placed her right hand on her chest: "I accept the judgment, Your Majesty."

Loretta Sarin was actually "eavesdropping" on Sui Yang's communication with their Primarchs the entire time, and she understood that Sui Yang was not the "cold God-Emperor" of that universe. She also acted like a father to their Primarchs, which made the female captain happy from the bottom of her heart and willing to obey all of Sui Yang's orders.

"Your flagship has devoured countless souls," Sui Yang continued, "Now, it is your soul's turn to receive eternal punishment."

Hearing this, Angron seemed to want to plead for his men, but to his surprise, Loretta raised her head and smiled with relief.

“That’s fair.” She looked at Angron. “At least here, we can continue to fight side by side.”

Sui Yang nodded slightly: "In that case, Lorata Sarin, you will serve as Angron's deputy and assist him in managing the seventh level of violence."

In the bloody sky, the iron chains began to shake violently, and countless sinful souls let out miserable wails.

Angron looked at his former right-hand man and suddenly understood something.

This is not redemption, but a more cruel "punishment" - letting them torture other sinful souls with their own hands, and remember their sins forever while committing violence.

After figuring it out, Angron also became relieved, and summoned two chainsaw axes burning with blood flames from the void, and said with a smile:

"Are you ready, old man?"

Loretta stood up, "Stand by, Master Primarch, let us teach these sinners what real violence is."

The seventh layer of hell trembled beneath their feet, as if welcoming the arrival of the new administrator.

And when Sui Yang's will was withdrawn from the hell realm and returned to the main universe, his body shook slightly on the throne.

The pair of eyes burning with golden glow slowly opened, and the psychic halo flowing in the meditation hall was reflected in the pupils as deep as the starry sky.

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He let out a breath, feeling somewhat relieved.

After handing over the authority of the seventh layer of hell, violence, to Angron, the heavy pressure that had been lingering on the spiritual level for a long time finally eased a little.

The light in the hall fluctuated slightly with his breathing, and the psychic runes hanging from the dome flickered like stars.

Sui Yang raised his hand and lightly stroked the air with his fingertips. A hard-light holographic screen unfolded in front of the throne, and a dark blue data stream poured down like a waterfall.

What was displayed on the screen was the actual combat situation of the combined fleet of the Word Bearers, the Night Lords and the Grey Knights.

Warships were arrayed in the space of the Coruscant system. Artillery fire and psychic light intertwined into a web of destruction, gradually tightening the stranglehold on the forces of Chaos.

The battle reports of the two Primarchs scrolled on the edge of the screen in cold text:

"Orbital bombardment ready"

"The Psionic Matrix has been deployed."

"Confirmation of authorization for extermination order," etc.

At the core of the battlefield, Luo Jia's figure was suspended in the universe, and a huge amount of pure spiritual energy was gathering.

It would be a psychic flame powerful enough to burn away the root of Chaos corruption, a cleansing of the entire planet.

Seeing this, Sui Yang tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne with his fingertips, his eyes deep.

He could finally relax his tense nerves a little. After all, the "tyrant" of hell had been chosen, and the biggest source of continued corruption in the Star Wars universe would be cut off.

However, those fleeing World Eaters ships are still a threat.