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"Ahem, damn, it's really hard to find you... Before you run into that place like you're committing suicide, could you stop and listen to me?"

Angron turned around suddenly, and there was a pale man floating in the universe, right behind him. He coughed again as if complaining, as if he felt a little uncomfortable.

This strange, suspicious, handsome man looked at Angron and nodded: "I have to confirm first - you are Angron, right? The Primarch of the World-Eating Brave?"

"Who are you?"

Angron asked calmly on the surface, but in fact he had tensed up all the muscles in his body. In the vacuum, he could not move as freely as he could on land, but the matters of the originals did not need to be explained so clearly.

As long as he wanted, Angron could launch an attack in the next second.

"Who am I? Let's talk about it later, cough--" The man coughed again. He covered his mouth, and the golden light overflowed from his fingers.

Angron's pupils shrank.

"Do you recognize it? Very good, I think I don't need to explain my identity anymore, right?"

"That's His power..." Angron was puzzled. "Who are you?"

The man sighed.

"I don't have that much time to explain to you who I am and where I come from...Actually, Angron. In the time we have been talking to each other, countless humans have rushed to their deaths. This

The numbers are rising every minute."

"I couldn't believe what someone was saying who was afraid to tell me his name."

"...You're right." The man nodded, and then stretched out his right hand. "It's too troublesome to talk. This will make it easier."

"What do you want to do?"

The man smiled and disappeared. When Angron realized what happened, a hand was already on his shoulder. Then, he fell into a coma.

He Shenyan stood there, breathing heavily. Just now, he had crossed tens of thousands of worlds in one breath and arrived here through Angron's message - the emperor did not just leave him a message.

Oral message.

At the big spider, he also left some power fragments, which he hoped could bring some help to the mage. For He Shenyan, it was indeed helpful, as long as he could completely absorb these power fragments. But he didn't have time.

, Therefore, those huge amounts of spiritual energy belonging to the emperor spread crazily in his body every minute and every second.

"Ah... Last time I fought like this with that purple sweet potato spirit, I held the Infinity Stones. It's so nostalgic." He coughed again and snapped his fingers. The psychic power that belonged to the Emperor himself.

In an instant, he helped him cross the universe and brought Angron all the way to the Holy Terra of this world.

That is, the earth.

This ancient planet, the cradle of mankind, has become very different from its original appearance. From the perspective of the universe, the blue color of the past has completely disappeared. The entire planet has been turned into a global city, with all kinds of grandeur.

There are buildings, temples, administrative buildings - and of course, slums.

Here you can find both the richest and the poorest citizens.

Terra has become completely different from what it was before, but there is still a mountain that survives. It can even be identified from the universe - it is the Himalayas, or the remains of the Himalayas. This mountain has been transformed into a continent.

The palace, which is the same size as the plate, has the strictest protection in the entire galaxy.

Taking Angron with him, the mage's tiny figure disappeared in a flash. Breaking through the atmosphere and the heavily guarded defenses, he entered the Golden Throne within a minute without alerting anyone. Those complex psychic detection instruments and various

All kinds of secret sentries and monitors are of no use to him.

Only one person noticed his arrival, and even evacuated all the imperial troops around his throne in order to see him.

He raised his head and looked at the rotting corpse. The mage's eyes were a little complicated.

"You're a little thinner than I thought." He joked.

The rotten corpse sitting on the towering golden throne did not speak. He had long lost the ability to speak. His tongue had long since disappeared, and his entire head looked like a skeleton. Various complex instruments were flashing around him.

Then, through spiritual power, he was able to talk to the mage.

There was a smile in his voice: "My weight may not be as heavy as a chair now."

The mage coughed again, and golden light particles poured out from his throat. A force appeared from the air, gently holding his shoulders, and the emperor said: "It seems that he is really desperate."

"Thank you - cough, but he's not there yet."

He Shenyan knew what the emperor was doing. He was sorting out the powers for himself and completely assimilating them into the magic power belonging to the mage. He closed his eyes and cooperated with the emperor's spiritual power, and said: "When did you discover me?"

"I have learned of your existence since you came here... He borrowed the fragments of power in your body to bring me a message."

He Shenyan stood up straight, and the Emperor removed his psychic energy and asked: "So, what do you want to do by telling my son the history of another universe?"

"Deal." The mage replied. "I noticed that the situation here is much better than that there. I want to lend your son to fight a war. When things happen there, I will come back with helpers.

You finish things here."

The Emperor said: "No... I know what you want to do, Master. I just don't think it is necessary for Angron to know what the other one is doing over there."

He Shenyan was a little puzzled. He did not say it out loud, but his emotion was not hidden from the emperor: "I already know what he has done. But, frankly speaking, I am entirely responsible for Angron's fall.

"

The mage found it a bit ridiculous that the Emperor's counterpart, who kept saying that he was just a tool and the Primarchs were also just tools, could be so humane. He was more like a living person than a god, with real joys, sorrows, joys and emotions.

.

The emperor was silent for a while, and what his other self did made him sigh: "...I don't understand, how could he do this to his own son?"

"You think of them as sons, but he doesn't necessarily. So, do you agree?"

The Emperor said calmly: "I never said I would say no - aren't they human?"

He Shenyan smiled: "Well, in this regard, you two are exactly the same."

"However, you have to be careful." The emperor's psychic energy swept through the palace, and the reality of 'He Shenyan came here' was obscured from the timeline. The emperor said: "They may

When we find you, we will face eight enemies."

"I think they will try to fool each other first."

"It's not impossible." There was a slight smile in the emperor's voice again. "Then, go, mage. I look forward to the day when you come back with rescue."

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Angron was confused, he couldn't understand what form he existed now.

Am I dead?

He tried to lower his head and move his arms or legs. But they seemed to have disappeared. No matter how he 'thought', his body did not give the answer it deserved. He couldn't see anything either.

A deep darkness.

Then, a little golden light slowly lit up in the darkness - sunlight, but it was not warm. Angron stared at the sunlight, and then, the surrounding darkness instantly changed into the universe.

His consciousness was floating in front of a planet he was extremely familiar with.

Nucoria.

His...hometown.

Angron stared at the familiar planet, and then, a fireball flashed across the universe and quickly approached Nucoria. It was a landing chamber—a landing chamber used by young primarchs.

His perspective followed the landing cabin all the way to the ground, to the barren mountains and snowy ridges. It was no different from the scene he saw when he walked out of the landing cabin, but what happened after that became completely different.

A group of Eldar surrounded the young Primarch. Technically speaking, he was still less than a year old, but his body had matured enough in the landing chamber and he looked like a child. Faced with the cruelty of those Eldar

In the attack, the original body showed extraordinary fighting skills and will to kill.

Angron watched this scene in silence. An unarmed child killed hundreds of Eldar warriors hundreds of times his size. In the end, the scarred child stood between the corpse and the snow, stained red with blood.

Every inch of his body's skin, and then he fell to the ground.

"This is wrong..." Angron muttered to himself.

He can do this kind of thing now, but could he do it then? Angron didn't know that his past was completely different from the scene in this vision. No Eldar attacked him, he fell into the snow, and then

A man wandered the mountains for several months, surviving by hunting animals as if he were self-taught.

When he finally walked out of the mountains and began to communicate with human settlements, he was already a strong young man wearing animal skin clothing.

Angron continued to look.

Not long after the original body fell to the ground, a trembling slave trader approached. He was a native of Nucoria. The first time he saw him, Angron snorted - he abolished

All slavery on Nucoria resulted in the execution of all relevant practitioners, especially these hateful slave traders.

The slave trader licked his lips and got closer to the original body. Then he took the child away. He didn't know who he was coming into contact with, nor what a big mistake he had made. He simply regarded this as

It shouldn't be easy for kids to get up there and sell it to an arena.

In other words, a slave arena.

Angron was speechless. He watched as he gradually recovered under the care of the upper management of the arena, and then was thrown into the arena as a child who made up the numbers. Accompanying him were hundreds of equally weak slaves.

Warriors or young people. Only children and decrepit old people. They stood in a pit full of acid, trembling.

He was no exception. Angron stared at his young self, his face full of fear. This was normal, he couldn't even speak now. A heavy bell rang, and the gladiatorial battle began.

The slaves began to fight each other, and the young primarch huddled in the corner, watching in horror what was happening. He failed to escape to the end, and soon, an old man stared at him. In self-defense, the young primarch

The Primarch was forced to kill him, and then things got out of control.

A certain kind of substantial rage filled his eyes, causing the child to become a little crazy. He was forced to kill all the other slaves in pain, fear, and pain, and then climbed up to the center of the arena with his body's instinct.

platform and survived.

This is why I want to abolish slavery.

Watching all this, Angron only felt a flame burning in his heart. This flame burned for a long time and never went out.

He watched the child being brought to the owner of the arena and his family to receive the so-called 'reward'. He had the same name as him, and he watched him undergo rigorous training in the arena. He watched him

Over the years he became an excellent gladiator...and watched how he suffered from tragic nightmares.

The hateful master of the arena asked him to fight the man he considered his father. He refused, and was then taken to have the Butcher's Nail implanted.

If Angron could still feel his teeth at this time, he would bite them loudly. The cruel technology of the Butcher's Nail also made him determined to kill all the slave owners on Nucoria.

One of the reasons was that at this time, a younger version of him implanted with the Butcher's Nail was right in front of him.

Wailing and rolling. He covered his head in the mud pit and hit the rocks in pain. Beside him, there was an old man chained up. Angron looked at the old man. He didn't recognize him. But he was familiar with that look -

The Emperor had looked at him with this look when he was still conscious.

That's the look in my father's eyes.

The old man was dying. There was a thick chain around his neck. The chain prevented him from moving too far. The old man sat by the wall, with the young Primarch wailing next to him. He looked at him sadly and silently, using

Nucorian said: "Son of the mountain, kill me so that you can live."

The Son of the Mountain's eyes were covered by scarlet. He smashed his head against the hard stone on the ground, and blood gushed out. The young original body roared inarticulately: "No!"

Bloody saliva dripped from between his lips and teeth. His face was ferocious and his eyes were wide open. He used his willpower to resist the ancient cruel technology in his mind, not letting himself get close to the old man. But this resistance was of no use.

As a result, an evil voice chuckled in his ear, and then he went crazy.

With a roar, he pounced on the old man. The old man's last look was satisfied and happy - he knew that his child could survive.

Angron wanted to close his eyes, he didn't want to watch anymore. However, he couldn't do this.

He could only continue to watch, just like the other person in this illusion, he could only continue to fall into the nightmare.