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Chapter 528 Father and Son

Angron gently lifted Kahn's mangled body, an unimaginable tenderness appearing on his狰狞恐怖 (zhengning kongbu - hideous and terrifying) face.

Momotaro dumplings "tamed" Angron, eliminating his cruelty, anger, and the constant torment that oppressed him.

It also freed his soul from the hands of the Blood God; he was no longer enslaved by rage, the Butcher's Nails, and Khorne.

At the same time, Momotaro dumplings also made Angron docile. This docility didn't come out of thin air; rather, Momotaro dumplings awakened a sliver of his former self that still remained in Angron's mind.
That was the real Angron, not the one controlled by the Butcher's Spike.
Originally intended to enslave and tame people or animals, Momotaro dumplings ironically liberated Angron from cruel enslavement.
Or rather, compared to the enslavement of Khorne and the Butcher's Nail, Momotaro's little bit of taming was practically indistinguishable from freedom.

Even as his anger subsided, Angron began to sense and absorb the emotions of those around him again.
Angron could clearly feel the pain of the child in his arms.

The pain that Kahn had accumulated for ten thousand years exploded in Angron's mind and entered his soul.

Many of these sufferings were caused by Angron, yet Angron did not feel any self-hatred within Kahn's soul.

Kahn always wanted to understand his father and save him, which is why he drove the Butcher's Nail into his head.

"I...I'm so sorry, my child."

Anglo's face showed pain:
My cowardice destroyed you.

Only now, with his mind clearing again, did Angron painfully realize that his offspring loved him just as his brothers and sisters had ever loved him.
However, by then Angron had long lost the ability to perceive emotions. These emotions did not enter Angron's mind and failed to support his will.
Like a blind person, no matter how bright the sun is, he cannot perceive it.

“You are much better than me, and you deserve a better father,” Angron said painfully and sadly, his tears falling onto Kahn’s head.

“What we have received from you is no more than what you have received from your father,” Kahn said, his mouth slightly open. “In the end, we have experienced the same pain as you, Father.”

“You’re wrong, Eunochormouth is a good father,” Anglon said, shaking his head.

But after a few seconds, he realized that the "your father" Kahn was referring to was not Eunouchaus, but the Emperor.

A slight silence fell between them, during which Angron gently embraced Kahn's mangled body.
Kahn was somewhat surprised to find that his pain was easing, not only the physical pain, but also the spiritual pain.
The pain, anger, and sorrow that had accumulated in Kahn's soul for ten thousand years were gradually dissolving and flowing into Angron's body.
Angron is absorbing and alleviating Kahn's pain, healing Kahn's soul, and bringing him peace.
This was the duty he was born with, a power he was born with but which was destroyed by the butcher's nail.

Kahn felt a peace and warmth he had never experienced before.
Those painful memories gradually faded from his sight, and in the halo of light, he seemed to see many beautiful memories.
He seemed to see himself fighting alongside Angor Tai in the arena, to see Sigismund imitating him by wrapping chains around his arms, to see Captain Loken showing him, the World Eater, kindness for the first time, to see the rude Nasir Amit pounce on him like a ghoul, and to see Captain Salyn complaining to him about how his crew was becoming increasingly insane.
He even saw a possibility in his blurred expression.
In that possibility, his father was not implanted with the Butcher's Nail, and in that world, Angron was a kind father from beginning to end, whose bond with the Legion was the envy of all the Legions.
He saw that possible Angel Tey turned his head to look at him, seemingly waiting for him, inviting him in.

Kahn couldn't help but smile slightly.

Angron gently laid Kahn's body down.
Until the moment of his death, Kahn's face remained calm, a calmness he had never shown before.

Raum's figure slowly emerged from Kahn's body. Raum looked at Zhou Yun and bowed slightly to him with gratitude.
Then Raum let out a few satisfied laughs, and with a gentle breeze, he disappeared into the tides of the warp, vanishing without a trace.

Anglong also turned his head slightly to look in Zhou Yun's direction.
However, Zhou Yun did not speak to Anglong, but instead gestured for Anglong to look at the golden throne behind him.

"..." Angron was silent and hesitant at first, but the gaze emanating from the golden throne behind him was so intense.

He finally turned around and looked at the mummified corpse on the throne.
Angron's fingertips lightly rubbed the handle of the chainsaw axe called Bloodfather in his hand as he looked at his genetic father. "Emperor." Angron had become docile due to Momotaro's influence, but anyone could hear the anger and hatred hidden in his voice.

Even setting aside the effects of the Butcher's Nail, Angron felt only hatred and anger towards the Emperor.

"number twelve."

"The Healer".

"Butcher."

"tool."

"A broken tool."

"Resistance."

"A failed resistance."

"Completely destroyed".

"Khorne".

"slave."

A thousand, ten thousand, a million, and many more voices overlapped and rang in Angron's ears.

These sounds caused Angron immense pain, constantly drilling into his mind, causing him to grit his teeth and let out a low growl.

At the same time, Angron also clearly sensed the emotions emanating from the mummified corpse.
Just as he had seen it ten thousand years ago, that dark, cold sun hung behind the mummified corpse, a place of utter destruction.

But this time, Angron sensed something more. Without the Butcher's Sting, his ability to perceive emotions had become even more acute.
He realized a fact,
The Emperor had long anticipated that Angron would become Khorne's slave; in fact, one could say he allowed Khorne to enslave Angron.
This significantly reduces the Blood God's attention to other Primarchs, thus decreasing the likelihood of them being corrupted by the Blood God.
"Why?" Momotaro Maruko suppressed Angron's anger, leaving only a cold void in Angron's mind.

"Damaged".

"Waste utilization."

"Necessary sacrifices".

Both Angron and his siblings were necessary sacrifices in the Emperor's Plan.
There will inevitably be a Primarch that falls into chaos.
Compared to other Primarchs who were more intact when they fell, it was actually a good thing that Angron, damaged to that extent, fell to Chaos.
For the sake of humanity as a whole, and to protect the other Primarchs, Angron was sacrificed.

Those brothers and sisters of Angron who died on Nutheria were sacrifices made to bring Angron completely to Chaos.

(End of this chapter)