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Chapter 529 No choice
Angron sensed the Emperor's emotions so clearly.
The emperor can save his brothers and sisters.
But he didn't.

He only wanted to destroy Angron.

Because this is the most efficient method, and in His view, it is also the most beneficial approach for humanity as a whole.
Angron was used as bait to lure out the Blood God, drawing away most of his attention.
This would make other Primarchs relatively safe, reducing the likelihood of them falling to corruption. Angron could protect more valuable Primarchs from corruption, such as Horus, Guilliman, Saint Gilles, and Rogue Dorn.
The entire warhound crew were sacrifices; the Great Expedition needed a group of fanatical executioners.
Now that the ghouls have disappeared, the warhounds can take their place.

"Like Horus?"

Angron laughed coldly at the bitterness and irony of fate, then questioned:

"why?"

The mummified corpse on the throne looked down at Angron, as if questioning why he had asked a question he already knew the answer to, when Angron had clearly already explained it.
This was a necessary sacrifice, this was foresight, this was a decision made for the benefit of the entire human race.

This is also the purpose for which He designed the Primarchs and Astartes—tools to serve humanity as a whole.
From this perspective, Ryan was his best offspring, because Ryan clearly understood this.
The sole reason the Emperor granted power to the Primarchs and Astartes was because mortals were weak. The Astartes and Primarchs had to lend their power to the weakest among humanity to protect humanity as a whole until human civilization had grown to the point where it no longer needed them; only then could their mission end.

And not just the Primarchs and Astartes,

The Imperial Guards may not have considered themselves tools, but they were essentially tools as well.

The Mechanicus may be complacent about their unique position, but they have always been tools cultivated by the Emperor.
Even the emperor himself was a tool.

"No." Angron could sense the Emperor's emotions, the coldness and mechanical nature within him.

But he could also sense that beneath the emperor's coldness lay not a complete lack of humanity.
He has the capacity to love an individual human being, and also the capacity to hate an individual human being.

He has the instinct to love his offspring, and he did indeed love at least some of them.

He loved his firstborn son Horus. At that time, the emperor had not yet learned how to interact with the Primarch, and instincts poured too much emotion into it.

He even had a slight affection for Ruth, even though he placed Ruth in the cruel position of an executioner.
He had initially felt some apprehension and suspicion towards Saint Gilles, but as time went by, he fell in love with his perfect offspring.

But none of this can override the fact that the Primarch is essentially a tool, and the Emperor himself is also a tool.
Emotion is not essential to a tool; investing too much emotion in a tool will only lead to hesitation when it's time to discard it.
So gradually, the Emperor began to learn how to control his instinctive paternal love, and he poured less and less affection into his Primarchs.

“No.” Anglong shook his head, his voice becoming hoarse: “That’s not what I’m asking you.”

"I want to ask you, why did you become like this?"

"I can see your emotions, your soul; this is a power you gave me."

"You created me so that I could heal the souls of my brothers, and also so that I could heal my own soul."

Momotaro's dumplings suppressed the Butcher's Spikes, and the instincts hidden in the Angron's genetic sequence began to function again.
He instinctively began to touch the emperor's emotions, attempting to heal the terrifyingly wounded soul before him.

“I can see that boy by the Bronze River, that child who said he wanted to be a kind person.”

"How could you have become like this, the Lord of Darkness, the destroyer of the world?" The thousands of overlapping voices from the desiccated corpse on the throne fell silent.

Countless human souls intertwined within the mummified corpse's body. These souls, stimulated by Angron's words, awakened ancient racial memories from their consciousness.
They saw the first primitive humans gazing at the stars, saw the starry sky reflected in their eyes, and witnessed the unparalleled vitality and curiosity within them.
They witnessed the earliest, vibrant civilizations, saw them dredging mud from the seabed and firing it into clay tablets to inscribe epics, and saw them carving inscriptions on bronze vessels praising history, monarchs, and the heavens.

I even saw a farmer's son fly among the stars, looking back at Earth: "I have searched the entire sky, but I have not found God or any angels."

How could that once vibrant, hopeful, and rational civilization have become like this?
“Because there was no other choice.” Deep within the layers of souls, a weary, dark-skinned middle-aged man stared at Anglon and replied.

This answer silenced Anglon.
His abilities allowed him to realize that what the Emperor said was true.

"The people of the empire worship me; they have been worshipping me for ten thousand years."

“I have warned them countless times that I am not God.”

“I am not even the best human being. There have been far more human rulers than me in the past four thousand years.”

"It just so happens that I am a powerful immortal being, and I happen to have accumulated some knowledge over a long period of time."

"But on the day the old night came, I looked around and was horrified to find that there was no one else but me."

"Perhaps those who were once better than me could have come up with better solutions and could have saved human civilization without being so ruthless and cold."

"But I had no other choice."

"At that time, human civilization had no other choice but me."

Angron stared intently at the Emperor, knowing that what the Emperor said was entirely true.
If given a choice, emperors would also prefer to live a relatively uneventful life with their sons.
If the lie he fabricated, called Imperial Truth, is true, he will definitely try to save Angron.
But he had no choice.

He could not act solely on impulse, anger, and the desire for freedom, like Anglon and his siblings.
That can only destroy a civilization, but it cannot protect or build one.

If it were the Angron of the past, he would likely have been furious upon sensing the Emperor's assessment of him and his brother.
But Momotaro suppressed his anger, leaving only complexity and coldness in Angron's heart.

"Although I abandoned you back then, it was because you were broken at the time."

"Now that Zhou Yun has healed you and you've been repaired, you've become useful again."

"Angron, my dear son, pledge your allegiance to me once more, serve humanity, and become my warrior."

The Emperor's countless overlapping voices echoed in Angron's ears.

Angron stiffened upon hearing this.
He realized that he had almost thought the emperor still had humanity.

(Next chapter will be later)
(End of this chapter)