Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 125 My Ancient Saint, V I'm Fifty

Emperor's Fantasy.

The corridor is decorated with exquisite and sparkling jewels, and the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling emit light silently.

Tap tap tap.
The sound of heavy footsteps was heard.

"call--"

Accompanied by a long, heavy gasp, the footsteps finally stopped in front of a room.

Angron placed his hand on the golden doorknob, but hesitated to turn it.

What will he look like?
According to Kahn's description, he is always shrouded in light, sacred and great.

What would he say to me?
Angron, my son, I am proud of you.

Impossible, I am the most shameful of his sons, he couldn't possibly say that.

According to Kahn's intelligence, each of his 19 brothers was extremely brave and had made extraordinary achievements. Before the Emperor arrived, they had unified their home planet and became overlords.

And he became a slave.
The nails clanged.

In just a moment, the anger welling up in my heart was suppressed by the calmness of my will.

Angron, you and your sister have made a promise that you will not lose your mind and peace of mind due to anger!
Men should keep their words!
Don’t think about those!

Click——

The doorknob turned, and Angron stood at the door of a room filled with profound books and elegant works of art.

His father was standing in front of a bookshelf, wearing casual white long clothes, with his black hair hanging down, covering most of his face.

He is neither shining nor majestic.

It felt like Angron.
Just like an ordinary Nuserrian, a street vendor, selling vegetables, or some handicrafts.

No, no, no, you can't say that, it's blasphemous.

His image had transformed a little, Angron thought, into that of a learned scholar.

He was standing in his library.

"You're here."

The voice was flat and there was no fluctuation in tone.

"Uh"

After hesitating for a long time, Angron's face turned red, and he finally uttered a sentence.

"I am back."

"Welcome home."

Come home, he said, welcome home! He really meant it.

I knew that he cared about me, and cared about this child who had been lost for decades!
Before meeting the Emperor, Angron was always worried, what if the Emperor was the same kind of person as those slave owners?
After a brief introduction to the empire, Angron initially thought, isn't this just a bigger Nuseria?
Space Marines are a mutant slave-catching team under the slave-lord Emperor!

Now, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not a slave owner, but the empire was so vast and had so many foreign enemies that he could not manage every inch of land in detail.

In order to resist foreign enemies, many things had to be abandoned.

Angron came to this conclusion.

In short, his father is a good man!

In front of the bookshelf, the emperor was still holding the book in his hand. On the open pages, there were two lines of crooked handwriting.

"You're back."

"Welcome home."

——Lacus

Please do say so!
Closing the book, the emperor put the book in his hand back to its original place and pointed to the two chairs inside.

Angron nodded and walked over to one of the chairs and sat down.

"I gave each Primarch a special mission when he was born."

The Emperor looked into his son's eyes and spoke calmly, calmly and somewhat without emotion.

Angron didn't care about the tone. Those two sentences were enough!
"what is that?"

"One inherits the throne, one consolidates the defenses, one defends the capital, one guards the border, one commands the army, and one controls intelligence."

As the Emperor spoke, a magnificent picture unfolded before Angron's eyes. It was a heroic epic.

That was the Age of Heroes.

The Emperor walks the world, and his twenty war gods lead their own armies, invincible.

"And me?"

Angron's tone was a little impatient. He was eager to know what mission he was given. "The past is no longer important. What matters is the unpredictable future, Angron."

The Emperor calmed him down and placed one hand on the back of his hand. The delicate warmth flowed along the skin on the back of his hand, and Angron felt the warmth of his father.

"I do not understand?"

Is it because of my past, my failed past, that he is disappointed in me?
"Fate has changed, some wonderful changes that will determine the future of the empire."

"Some kind of hope has arrived."

"Your fate is about to change, Angron. I need you to protect that weak flame for me, and use all your life to nurture the growth of hope."

"what is that?"

Angron became even more curious.

In sight, the Emperor shook his head.

"Become the sword in Lux's hand, become her war dog, and then just wait."

"wait for what?"

The Emperor shook his head silently.

"Lacus is Hope?"

Angron followed up with a question.

The emperor still answered him by silently shaking his head.

Damn it! It’s hard, hard, my fist is hard!
An inexplicable anger rose up in his head, and Angron swore that he really wanted to slap his father. Even though that might lead to death, it was worth it!

Click——

The door was tightly closed.

Angron stood at the door in a daze. He didn't even remember how he walked out.

Lux's room.

She rubbed her eyes, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

The magic rod was suspended in the air, vibrating evilly, and emitting soft purple light from time to time.

"You can talk!"

"Yes, my child."

An old voice sounded from inside the magic stick, and then a pink pillow flew over. The snow-white down feathers exploded, and the soft bed of flowers was like a heavy snowfall.

"You're not human! You must be evil!"

"This is discrimination, little girl. You are looking at people through tinted glasses!"

The magic rod said so.

"From a physiological point of view, you imperials are all aliens, not pure humans."

"So what are you?"

There was some curiosity in Lux's vigilant eyes, but since this was a gift from Garen, she did not suspect anything and did not tell the emperor.

"Me? I'm a fragment of an ancient creature."

"Ancient. How ancient?"

"You will definitely not suffer any loss if you call me your ancestor."

Creek——!
The sound of a toilet flushing.

"No, no, no, don't throw me into that dirty place, I love cleanliness the most!"

"Tell me what you are, or I'll flush you away!"

Lux threatened fiercely.

"I'm telling you, little girl, you really don't know how to respect the elderly."

"You don't like children either!"

"Listen carefully, I am the ancient supreme being named Ancient Saint, my status is extremely noble!"

"????"

"Isn't it a fragment?"

Lux finished off the attack.

"That's also the Ancient Supreme!" He was a little angry and embarrassed.

"Anyway, infuse me with fifty cards of psychic energy. When I regain my power, I will crown you the Queen of the Milky Way."

(End of this chapter)