The Sun King's Evidence

Ryan's face turned pale from exhaustion. He leaned against the wall, panting.

"A terrifying device. Angron's planet is a planet with highly developed technology, but he enjoys watching gladiator duels." At this point, even the emperor's eyes showed a little anger: "They Found Angron in a severely injured infant state, and then performed a series of surgeries on him to turn him into a gladiator."

"A large amount of his brain tissue was removed, leaving behind crude electronic components that penetrated deep into his cerebral cortex, neural tissue and spine. Even my best doctors and I couldn't do it without killing An Take out the Butcher's Nail in case of Grand."

"That's really...a crime worthy of death!!!" Ryan gritted his teeth and said.

"More than that, the Butcher's Nail completely destroyed his ability to regulate emotions. Any emotion can only make him feel extremely painful. Only anger, and only in anger and rage, will the Butcher's Nail cause his cerebral cortex to secrete a small amount of The chemical substance made him feel comfortable and a little happy." The emperor said coldly: "So after knowing these circumstances, I knew that Angron's fall was only a matter of time, but at that time I thought he could still be saved. hope, so I didn’t plan to kill him, and I didn’t know if my choice was right. Sometimes it’s always like this. I always feel that the Primarchs are my best works, Angron is, and so is Horus. , I have never been able to make up my mind to do it, which is why a series of disasters followed."

"Is Horus, who has gathered the blessings of the four gods, so powerful?" Ryan asked breathlessly.

"No, Horus is not as powerful as you think. I could have defeated him." The Emperor walked to Ryan, reached out and held his shoulders to help him recover, and looked with him at An, who was lying on the stone slab. Grand: "But because of the stupid Magnus, I had to spend most of my strength sitting on the Golden Throne to keep the webway closed, which made me weak when I faced Horus, and I …I once thought that Horus could still be saved. It wasn’t until Sanguinius and the Custodes brother who had followed me for countless years died tragically at his hands that I truly understood that Horus was hopeless. But by then it was too late.”

"So, this is all Magnus's fault!" The Emperor said in a tone that hates iron but cannot be transformed into steel: "Stupid, arrogant, and self-righteous."

"Magnus also had good intentions..." Ryan tried to explain, but the Emperor said very definitely: "No, this is all the result of his stupidity, and he needs to bear full responsibility. "

Ryan looked at his father's angry look, and he suddenly felt worried about the fate of his brother. Now that his father has recovered and has become much stronger than he was ten thousand years ago, what kind of tragedy will Magnus, who has rebelled, face? destiny?

He no longer dared to think further.

While the father and son were chatting, the tall and muscular figure on the stone floor opened his eyes.

"Countless years have passed, father, are you still unwilling to let me go?"

"What else do you want from me? I have nothing, everything about me has been destroyed by you, and now you have resurrected me? But does that make sense?"

"You saved Angron the Gladiator, leaving behind Angron the Oathbreaker and Angron the Betrayer. Countless times in my dreams at midnight, I can recall my dead brothers and sisters. These are all Your fault! Father!!!”

It was Angron, the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion, who had awakened.

The Emperor looked at Angron's naked body and motioned to the Imperial Guards to come over and put clothes on him, and then said slowly: "Remember it for yourself, Angron, when I found you, I warned you, The number of enemies is greater than you imagined, but you didn't listen. I offered to send my army to help you, but you still didn't listen. You insisted on going back and dying with those gladiators. Out of my responsibility as a father, I Teleport you to my ship, I will not let my son die in this meaningless losing battle."

"So what! Father! If you had only sent a little, a little of those glittering Imperial Guards, my brothers and sisters wouldn't have been like that!" The original body of the World Eater reluctantly stood up, and he roared angrily at the Emperor. : "You know that we are no match for the slave owners, how could you do that?"

"But you refused! Angron!" The emperor's face showed some impatience: "I don't have time to play guessing games with you, and I won't let you die, that's it!"

"Hmph!" The Primarch of the World Eaters knew he was in the wrong. He snorted and stopped talking.

Ryan understood what was going on.

To put it bluntly, when his brother was found by the Emperor, he was leading the gladiators to launch an uprising against the slave owners. The Emperor warned him that the slave owners' army was astonishing in number and Angron would definitely be defeated, but His brother turned a deaf ear and insisted on launching an uprising.

Then the Emperor proposed to send his own troops to help him, but Angron flatly refused again, so in order to prevent his son from dying in the hands of those slave owners, he could only use psychic energy to teleport Angron to his ship. on board.

As a result, the gladiators who lost their leader were slaughtered, and Angron's honor was stained.

In fact, although his brother refused the emperor's assistance, he still hoped that the emperor would send reinforcements to help him. However, the emperor had no intention of playing riddles with his son. Since he refused, that was No, he certainly won't send reinforcements.

So things became like this. Both sides felt that they were not at fault. Angron felt that the Emperor had harmed him and his fellow gladiators, while the Emperor felt that it was you who did not want reinforcements.

"The Butcher's Nails have disappeared from your body. You are now intact and free, no longer dominated by anger and rage." The Emperor said calmly: "This is all thanks to your new brother, Lion Malcador. "

After reshaping his body, the Butcher's Nails on Angron's body naturally disappeared.

"My new brother?" The Primarch of the World Eaters looked confused: "Malcador?"

The Emperor told Angron about Llane.

"Hello, brother." Ryan stepped forward.

"...Anyway, thank you, my brother, for getting me out of that crazy state. I feel much better now." Angron had no opinion of Ryan, and then sighed: "Father, you Choosing to resurrect me was a mistake! What else do you want from me?"

"Return, my son." The Emperor also sighed slightly: "I have thought a lot about the endless years sitting on the Golden Throne. I admit that my original conception of your future was biased. Now that the human empire has declined to this point, I need your strength."

"No! Don't even think about it, my father!" Angron retorted loudly: "My honor has been smeared by you, and my hands are stained with the blood of countless innocent people. I am no longer the twelfth The Primarch of the Legion!"

"What did you resurrect me for? You have taken away everything from me. Do you even want to take away my freedom?"

"My dear, my gladiator brothers and sisters died because of you, can you understand how I felt at that time? I was teleported to your ship alone, and I watched the gladiators lose their Leader, I am in great pain but can’t do anything. I have violated my oath and the oath that my brothers and sisters and I made to live and die together!!!”

"Did you send your glittering Imperial Guards to help me? Did you send your tall and mighty Titans to help me? Did you personally do what you did with Russ, like Jonson, and like Vulkan? Come to my camp and give me a chance to challenge you? Have you rescued my brothers and sisters and given them glory? No! No! No! Nothing! There is only Angron the Oathbreaker! Angron the Betrayer!"

"Luo Jia is right! You are a bastard father who doesn't understand people's hearts! You took away my glorious death, and now you take away my glorious rest. You have been playing with me in the applause, but Because of your needs! Now you are pretending to come and take away my freedom?!"

"No! No! I will never, ever serve you and your human empire again! Never!" After saying that, the World Eater Gene Primarch, the unyielding warrior, waved a fierce The fist hit the emperor on the cheek.

Ryan was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Angron, who had just been transformed, was very weak. His punch could not cause any harm to the Emperor. The Emperor calmly pushed his fist away and said expressionlessly: "Have you calmed down?"

"Humph!" Angron backed away, walked to the side of the stone slab, sat down, and stopped talking.

"Tell me, Angron, after spending so much effort to save you, will you serve Khorne again?" The Emperor knew that Angron would no longer serve him, so he continued Asked, Ryan could vaguely feel that his father had murderous intent.

He would never allow Angron to return to Khorne's service and reveal the secrets of the Lion. If so, the Emperor would kill his son himself.

"No, I will no longer serve Khorne. Countless years and endless killings have turned me into a vague shadow. I don't remember anything except being angry and crazy. I just know how to kill, kill, kill. , this is not what I want. I just want to find a place to live the rest of my life quietly, without an empire, without chaos, without... war." After saying this, Angron himself smiled like a self-deprecater. ,How can this be?

"Choose to return to the empire, or choose to die here, Angron, you have only two choices!" The giant sword burning with golden flames has been held by the emperor, and the cold father is waiting for his son's choice.

The stubborn son refused to answer and just sat there without moving.

The scene was very tense, and Ryan quickly came out to persuade him: "Let's do this, father, let my brother stay in this world. I just need a helper. My brother is very strong and can help me."

Angron's hysterical look still lingered in his father's mind. The emperor's eyes flickered for a while, and the giant sword burning with golden flames was finally lowered: "In this case, Angron, you stay here. World, do your brother a favor, I won’t force you to return to the empire, you know what to do.”

"Hmph!" Angron snorted again, but he did not object. Both the Emperor and Lion knew that he had agreed.

"Ryan, Chaos has noticed my return. I will no longer be able to send you reinforcements for a long period of time. You will have to rely on yourself for the rest." The Emperor stretched out his hand. Caressing Ryan's head: "If there are other fallen originals captured, I will still bring them here to purify them with you."

"I can do it, father, please leave it to me!" Ryan said firmly, but his son was like a little monkey, avoiding his father's big hands and jumping up and down.

"Ha!" In the incredible eyes of Ryan and Angron, the emperor smiled, and he raised the corners of his mouth. It was the gesture of a father to his son who made him proud: "As a father, I I think I must be worthy of your trust, Ryan, my beloved son, just wait, your brothers will return one by one, believe me."

The Lord of Mankind left, leaving only the Forbidden Army in the mine and Angron sitting on the stone slab. Ryan walked up to Angron: "Let's go, brother, let's go home."

What answered him was a sour and jealous voice: "He really likes you, hum! It was the same with Horus back then, and it's the same with you now. He always likes some of us in particular, and doesn't particularly like others. some people."

Ryan could only smile bitterly: "Come on, brother, you must be hungry, right? Let's go back and have a good meal and have a drink together."

The voice of the World Eater's Primarch was still sour: "He just likes you, not me!"

"Brother~!"

"Okay, let's go." Angron finally stood up and followed Ryan out of the mine. The Imperial Army was once again hiding in the dark.

By the time Ryan and Angron came out of Chalon Forest, the two-meter-four-meter-tall Angron was already carrying a deer and a deer on his back. This was Angron's work of grabbing it with his bare hands and then breaking its neck. : "Let's eat this tonight!"

"...Brother, this is my territory." After walking out of the forest, Ryan pointed to his territory. Along the way, he had briefly introduced the situation of the world and his current situation to Angron.

Half an hour later, a huge fire was set up in front of the wine castle in Baron Jean. A deer and a deer were hung on the grill to roast. Ryan and Angron held up their wine glasses. Behind them were a bunch of Empty wine barrel.

"It's such a rich and peaceful territory. I like it very much." The Primarch of the World Eaters drank wine and ate meat: "It's very quiet here. I will stay here and help you, brother."

"I will seal the Red Fish Village in the north next to Sharon Forest to you, Brother Angron." Ryan said softly.

Angron shook his head and waved his greasy hand: "No, my brother, just give me some fields to cultivate. I just want to enjoy the hard-earned quiet life. I can support myself." .”

"but……"

"No need to say anything, this is my brother's request." Angron declined Ryan's kindness.

"Okay then, I will make my brother a knight errant." Ryan agreed.

So, starting from late May, there was a big bald knight in Ryan's territory, Red Fish Village. He worked hard in the fields every day and plowed the land himself with a hoe. He seemed to have endless strength. The bald knight looked kind and kind. , seemed very simple and honest, harmless to humans and animals, and often helped the serfs chop wood, boil water and fish. He lived a very comfortable life and was loved by the serfs.

Time has come to June, and Midsummer Festival has arrived.

The annual draft begins.

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