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Chapter 1007 361. Interlude: Hamlet (DLC, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1007 361. Interlude: Hamlet (DLC, 3k)

"A similar world."

Leon El'Jonson repeated this sentence a few seconds later. He turned his head and looked at Leman Russ, as if he wanted to get some evidence from him.

A smile appeared on the haggard face of the Fenris man. He nodded and poked out his sharp canine teeth. At this moment, the old vitality seemed to have returned. But everyone knew that this was just an illusion. From the beginning of the banquet to now, he

Not a word was said.

"A similar world"

Leon repeated, his face looking a little dazed due to his age and becoming a little unfamiliar. After a while, he continued to ask questions.

"What does it mean?"

"Literally." Angron explained calmly. "I come from another world, where the rebellion still happened, but the leader and the people who followed changed. We don't need to talk about this. This matter is fashionable for you.

morning."

He turned his head and glanced at Robert Guilliman. Although the latter's expression was a little ugly, he was still calm.

Somber calm.

Of course, Leon El'Jonson would not ignore such an obvious hint. In just a few seconds, he realized what this subtle hint meant. Shock emerged, but he was quickly suppressed.

The lion began to pace around the long table, and an obvious anxiety began to appear.

Sanguinius sighed - Baal, he really doesn't want to recall those nightmarish things, but Leon El'Jonson can't ignore such a mystery. Since Angron opened

Once he knows this, he will definitely dig out the truth.

"A similar world."

Leon repeated it again, this was the third time. He looked at Robert Guilliman, and the latter's forced calm expression inevitably broke. So the Lord of Ultramar turned his head,

Respond with a side face.

"Who else?" Leon asked.

He had already obtained part of the answer to a huge puzzle from Guilliman's reaction, and this part of the answer was enough to solve some of his current questions. So he didn't need to guess to know something definite.

Sanguinius pursed his lips. He still wanted to give it a try, so he began to persuade.

"This matter has nothing to do with the current situation. Leon, there is no need for you to waste your energy and time on an unreasonable investigation. You don't know the current situation of the empire, right? You might as well ask Robert, in the past

For a period of time, he was the regent of the empire."

"Even if he is the new emperor of the empire, I don't care now - I just want to know what is going on? A similar world, the same rebellion, but the candidate has changed? Does this mean that we

Will their identities be changed?"

Robert Guilliman opened his mouth in a complicated manner, then closed it again.

"There's no point in dwelling on this."

Angron spoke again. The calmness and rationality of the Lord of Red Sand formed a sharp contrast with the lion's obvious anxiety at this moment.

"Things from another world will not affect you here. Knowing these will only add some complex emotions to you that you shouldn't have. Sanguinius is right. You should know the current situation of the Empire."

The lion looked at him and spoke reluctantly: ".I know these things, but why do you do it? Since you are from another world, why do you appear here to replace the original Angron?"

"I didn't replace him - the words you used seemed to be a subtle derogation of that person. He didn't regard you as a tool. If it breaks down, it's impossible to find another one to replace him.

The reason why I came here is just a coincidence."

Angron picked up the silver cup on the table, and the bright red wine in the cup swayed gently. He raised his head and drank it in one gulp. The strong stimulation disappeared after a while, and the taste of the wine also changed with his emotions.

. A bitterness begins to bloom on the taste buds.

He tasted it without changing his expression, and then continued calmly.

"Coincidence brought me here, allowing me to see a completely different world line, and a myself driven crazy by certain coincidences. From that moment on, I understood that no matter how self-righteous we think we are heroes,

None of us are."

"What really matters is choice, Leon El'Jonson. Choice will change everything. A few small and detailed choices will connect everything you have done before when the final moment comes, like dominoes, destroying everything. In

Here, your choice makes you a hero. But there, what does your choice have to do with you? Those are not your dominoes."

The Lord of Red Sand smiled slightly and pointed to the chair belonging to the lion: "Go back and take a seat, the banquet is not over yet."

After a while, they continued. But the atmosphere was no longer as good as before. Some people were lost in thought at this moment, although they actually knew nothing about the so-called other world.

However, Angron's words were still a very good new perspective. From this suddenly opened window, they saw some possibilities, something that was enough to completely reconcile them with themselves.

".So, Leon."

Robert Guilliman tugged on the collar of his coat, seeming to feel a little hot. In fact, he had begun to regret dressing so formally. This banquet was completely different from what he had imagined.

"Huh?" The lion looked at him and woke up from his meditation. "What's your advice, Robert?"

"No, I just want to ask, is there anything else you want to know? As Sanguinius said, I did serve as the regent of the Empire for a period of time."

".All right."

The lion gave a rare sigh: "But my question is actually a little off topic. I want to know, what did you feel when you first woke up?"

good question.

His words immediately attracted the attention of many people, including Mortarion. There was unconcealable curiosity in the eyes of the Lord of Death under the hood. He was still playing with the short knife, but his body posture changed.

It proves where his focus is at the moment.

Guilliman smiled wryly, surprised at his brother's acumen. This question was worth a thousand questions about how the Ministry of War, Government and Logistics functioned today.

How can such a political system still operate? It is already a huge and decaying monster, and its operation depends on human life and blood.

"When I first woke up."

Robert Guilliman pursed his lips tightly. He was very handsome - of course, the Primarchs were very handsome, and humans judged others by their appearance after all.

Their father certainly had some factors in this aspect when designing them. Even Vulcan would be worshiped with awe by people who didn't know the truth.

And this handsomeness is actually not noticed by people most of the time. Mortals will be shocked by them, even Astartes.

The 'feeling' brought about by witnessing the original body is transcendent. To a large extent, this feeling of alienation can only be alleviated by time, but no matter how long they get along, they cannot hide their essential differences.

.

Primarchs are not humans.

They think of themselves as human beings and nothing more.

"When I first woke up, my heirs were filled with utter joy at my rebirth. I could see the emotion, but I saw more. When I calmed down and finally had some time alone,

I realized the change."

"They no longer see me as a commander. Although I am still their father, this feeling for the genetic father has been added with faith. They see me as the son of a god - a person who needs to be

Treat the new gods with equal faith."

"They knew nothing about me, only my name, my appearance, and what I had done. They aroused me without complaint, and then expected me to lead them. At that time, you were not here

."

A smile bloomed on his lips, Robert Guilliman lowered his head and unbuttoned his coat. The gold threads were still shining, but no one in this room would care about his appearance.

What they see now is only a soul releasing the pain it has stored away.

"I almost went crazy, yes, to be honest, I almost went crazy at that time. The gap between reality and memory made me unable to walk at all. I wanted to scream or destroy something, but I couldn't do it."

"My sanity keeps me awake. There are many people waiting for me, and I must behave as they imagined. Robert Guilliman must return as lightning as imagined, and then lead them to victory."

"Yes, I can only win, even if the battle is against myself. I am desperate, and they are waiting for the leadership of a desperate man. How ridiculous this is."

His smile gradually widened, and finally became a cruel smile that was overjoyed. He put his hands on the table and clenched them tightly, with veins beating on the back of his hands.

".I even feel that I shouldn't be alive, I should die. In this way, I don't have to see everything in front of me. At that time, you were not here, and the teacher was not here. What I faced was a bloated and corrupt cruel monster.

Just showing a little shadow to me almost made my sanity almost swallowed up."

"Ten thousand years ago, those things we once cherished died. But those things we abandoned came back, even riding on the heads of the people we were sworn to protect. I was very painful, until I found a way

New strength."

His hands began to tremble, trembling vigorously. He slowly raised his head and observed each of his brothers, not even missing the betrayers - rather, he looked at them before he said the last words.

"Wrath." Robert Guilliman said. "Why should humans suffer such things? Why should we fight each other with swords, bleed each other, suffer each other, and resent each other. And the initiator is in the damn void.

Laughing silently?"

"The food is ready."

The voice of the center of the circle sounded just right above their heads, and the mechanical sound was as it always was. Except for that one time, it never showed any emotion. It was always right, just like it is now.

"Please be prepared to dine, I spent a little time creating food that will benefit you too, so please be sure not to waste it or I will be very disappointed."

The original bodies looked at each other, and the gaze disappeared after a few seconds - the tangy fragrance accompanied by the food that appeared out of thin air stimulated them, and even Mortarion silently took off the bandage wrapped around his chin.

Come down.

Leon El'Jonson raised his hand in silence and caught the knife thrown by Angron. He was silent for a moment, and then showed an imperceptible smile.

Robert Guilliman woke with anger to sustain himself, but he was different.

He looked around.

Yes, and he is different.

Sorry, I worked overtime and made this a little later, but at least I finished it before the deadline.

In the extra update session on Saturday, I plan to write some stories about HH Primarch reading RH Primarch. After all, I haven’t finished it since last time.

There are more targets to persecute this time, Le.

(End of chapter)