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Chapter 530 The Choice of the Lord of Red Sand
Cold, cruel
The emotions that had just welled up in the Emperor's heart truly made Angron feel sincerity.

Angron realized with horror that, despite his deep hatred for the Emperor,
But when the emperor revealed some sincerity, showing deep helplessness and pain, Angron instinctively felt a pang of regret.

One could even say that Anglon had developed a kind of "love" for his father.
This is simply unimaginable; the Emperor is someone Angron clearly hates, yet Angron was almost seduced by his spirit and felt an instinctive love for him.

Angron only snapped to his senses when the Emperor spoke, indicating his desire for Angron to return to being his tool.
Everything the Emperor just demonstrated was solely because these actions were more efficient and more beneficial to humanity.
Everything he said to Angron was to portray Angron as a tool, and a tool to be fixed.
His view of Angron is no different from it was ten thousand years ago; the only difference is that Angron was a broken tool back then, and now it is a repaired tool—that's all.

"Fake Emperor!!!"

Anglo's inner coldness prompted him to let out a low growl, questioning the Emperor:

My only answer is: I will not be your slave!

"You molded me into a slave, and you expect me to work for you?!"

The mummified corpse stared coldly at Angron, its empty eyes devoid of any emotion.
“I have never regarded you as a slave; you are a tool.”

"My original purpose in shaping you was to make your brothers and myself into qualified tools."

"You can sense the emotions in other people's hearts, whether good or bad, and you can help them release those emotions."

"Whether it's pain, pride, doubt, hesitation, arrogance, or inner conflict, you can eliminate them all."

"If you had not been corrupted, Forgrim, Mortalian, Perturabo, and many other Primarchs would not have fallen, and I would not have hesitated to turn to you several times during the Great Crusade."

"Unfortunately, the gods believed that your existence would prevent them from corrupting other Primarchs, and manipulated fate to turn you into a slave."

A multitude of voices intertwined and clashed, yet the Emperor corrected Angron in an almost calm tone.
It was the gods who enslaved Angron; the emperor never considered Angron a slave.
Angron was merely a tool, and the Emperor hoped he wouldn't overthink it.

Anglong's eyes widened in horror. If it weren't for Momotaro's restraint, he would have rushed forward and snapped the emperor's neck.

“I know you hate me, but it’s not you. You no longer have the capacity to hate.”

"Humans hate me. How many people did I kill ten thousand years ago? How many worlds did I slaughter?"

The Lord of Red Sands gritted his teeth and questioned:

"You don't care about me, you treat me like a tool, so what about ordinary people?"

“The souls of the dead hate me, and those who once escaped from my grasp are still cursing me.”

"What will they feel when they see me return to the Empire?"

"That's not important. You were equally disrespected by mortals ten thousand years ago," the Emperor's voice echoed, answering Angron's question. "What is important is that in my prophecy, the Red Angels will guide humanity to find the path to the future."

This was a prophecy that the Emperor had made long ago during his conversation with Zhou Yun.

In this prophecy, the Red Angel Angron will be the key figure guiding the fate of the galaxy.

"I know nothing of the fate of the galaxy," Angron replied coldly.
"I only give myself two destinies."

"Either you execute me, or I will go to the planet with the most slaves, lead them in rebellion against their slave owners, and destroy everything."

The moment Angron finished speaking, he suddenly fell silent.

Then the emperor seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Then the two of them turned to look at Zhou Yun, who was sitting in the corner, munching on a dorayaki and watching Emperor and Angron exchange words.

They seemed to only then remember...
Zhou Yun has control of Angron.
Momotaro dumplings are his props.

Whether to kill Angron or use Angron, the choice is not Angron himself, nor the Emperor, but only in Zhou Yun's hands.

"and you?"

Anglong's voice was hoarse:
"What kind of deity are you? Are you as cruel as the emperor? Are you as without choice as the emperor?"

“I am not a god,” Zhou Yun replied, stuffing a dorayaki into his mouth and staring at Anglong.

He was indeed pondering how Angron should guide the fate of the galaxy.
Anglon is neither Saint Gilles nor Coz, and possesses extraordinary prophetic abilities.

What the emperor bestowed upon him was essentially the ability to heal the soul.
How can this capability guide the future of the galaxy?
After thinking for a while, Zhou Yun realized that he might have fallen into a cognitive trap.
Perhaps the key lies not in Angron's abilities, but in Angron's inherent value?
The Emperor probably had similar thoughts to Zhou Yun.

His words were cold and ruthless, seemingly pushing Angron to return to the Empire and serve it.

But his words were too blunt, almost as if he were provoking Anglong to make another choice, or to place his hopes on Zhou Yun.

In fact, in Zhou Yun's view, there was no option at all to make Angron serve the Empire again.

The Momotaro dumpling that Kahn gave Angron had a time limit; its effect only lasted for thirty minutes.
Momotaro dumplings with no expiration date are ridiculously expensive.
Although there were other ways to continue controlling Angron, none were as reliable as Momotaro Maruko.
Not as good
"I have a compromise option."

A smile appeared on Zhou Yun's lips: "I can kill Angron and end your bitter life."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun glanced at Angron, then turned to the Emperor: "Angron can also contribute his value to the Empire and to humanity."

"Angron, would you be willing to enter my bag?" Zhou Yun asked with a smile.

Anglong was stunned for a moment, and then, after a while, he sensed some of Zhou Yun's thoughts and emotions, and understood the general function of the four-dimensional pocket on Zhou Yun's stomach.

A slight smile appeared on the lips of the Lord of the Red Sands.

He felt this was a much better option.

Although he didn't know where that pocket would lead, Angron felt that even death was better than being an emperor's tool in this world.

"I accept." For the first time in his life, the Lord of the Red Sands decided his own fate, even if that fate might be utter death, but Angron still accepted it.

The Lord of Red Sands strode up to Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun nodded slightly to him, grabbed Anglong's arm, and pulled him into the four-dimensional pocket.
(End of this chapter)