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As a gladiator who rose from the lowest strata of slavery, Angron's approachable and unpretentious demeanor earned him the loyalty and respect of almost everyone in the Legion, from mortal crew members to Astartes commanders.
Therefore, whenever the Legion fails to conquer the world on a Nukelia Day and sees Angron's disappointed expression, the self-hatred and pain within the Legion also increase.
If the Primarch were to actually commit eleven kills within the Legion, it might actually make things easier for them.
How could we possibly let Lord Angron show that disappointed expression?!
Not only that.
Angron showed absolutely no mercy to those mortal imperial bureaucrats who reeked of sourness and decay.
This undoubtedly increased the Primarch's prestige within the Legion.
As soldiers who fought tooth and nail against the enemy on the front lines, they had long been fed up with these bureaucrats who only knew how to bully and oppress others!
Even after Ulanor, they directly controlled the Highlord Council of Terra, and the Primarchs and the Astartes Legion had almost no say in the Great Crusade except for their military functions.
Everything depends on the whims of those bureaucrats.
In this frustrating situation, only Angron would stand by the warriors and help them vent their anger.
The once loyal warhounds, now even more loyal World Eaters, need no words; they remain steadfast in their loyalty to the great Red Sand Angel Angron as he fights in the east and west.
......
The differences between Angron and the mortal bureaucrats go far beyond this.
Many times, when the human world was originally willing to submit to the Empire, Angron would order his World Eaters to attack them just as they were about to negotiate and sign an agreement with the Empire.
In Angron's view, many of the human pocket interstellar empires were actually the result of slavery. Although these worlds were ruled by humans, under the control of nobles, the treatment of the slave laborers at the bottom level was no different from that of humans enslaved by aliens.
Sometimes it's even worse—the way they treat each other as fellow humans is sometimes worse than that of aliens!
This infuriated Anglong.
To the imperial bureaucrats, the signing of the agreement might be seen as a great return to the human world.
But in Angron's eyes, this was nothing more than the damned slave owners trying to use the tithes paid by the human empire as yet another bargaining chip to consolidate their power.
He could almost see that after joining the human empire, those nobles, with the protection of the planetary defense forces, the presence of the Ministry of Justice, and the presence of the Mechanicus, would become even more unscrupulous in their exploitation, oppression, and manipulation, going to extremes.
Angron could sense it.
He could always sense those... emotions.
The despair, pain, and sorrow of the lower classes, and the greed, hypocrisy, and selfishness of those who outwardly submit but inwardly scheme for greater gains.
He could not tolerate this—it was simply impossible for the Devourer of Worlds to tolerate!
"Thirty-four Terras!!!"
Ignoring the officers' advice and disregarding the warnings from the Mechanicus, Angron still chose to fight.
Even if it means fighting to the death, he will fight!
"I want you to conquer this world within thirty-four Terran hours!!!"
.......
The war has begun.
Not just in one world, but in many similar human worlds in the past, Angron resolutely launched wars even when the other side was willing to surrender.
It's said to be for the liberation of all mankind... for the protection of ancient scientific knowledge, for the greater interests of expeditions...
All
Aren't those people at the bottom of society, those slaves, human beings?
Only by eliminating all those hypocritical bureaucrats can humanity truly regain its freedom!
Angron's legions are bloodthirsty.
Whether encountering the human world or the alien world, aside from the almost unconditional surrender, the only path is to fight.
However, at the same time, Angron is also able to obtain the Legion Primarchs who have the most support among the inhabitants of those who have descended upon human planets.
These two things seem contradictory.
But precisely in this messed-up world, in this messed-up world, this is indeed true.
......
In this situation, although Angron was heavily criticized within the Imperial bureaucracy, he was ultimately able to coexist peacefully with them, leaving all decisions to the Primarch.
Just consider it as encountering a super war maniac. Although every battle leaves the planet in a mess, it also makes it convenient for the Mechanicus to carry out construction and renovation, doesn't it?
However, this fragile balance became even more fragile after Forgrim was elected Warmaster and the Emperor withdrew from the Great Crusade.
In order to support the network, a large amount of resources were allocated to various worlds as a tithe.
Especially in those worlds liberated by Angron—the Primarch had promised them that from that day forward there would be no more tyrants or slave owners!
But... what if they have to pay tithes?
“Locke, I tried… I tried to have serious conversations with my father’s bureaucrats. I tried to convince myself that these were necessary evils that had to be carried out for a greater purpose in the future.”
"But I simply cannot convince myself!"
"Our expedition is not for the liberation of humanity at all; it's for gathering resources for my golden-haired father!"
"...My lord, perhaps the Emperor has deeper considerations."
After a moment of silence, Locke offered him this advice.
"Yes, haha, it's a deeper consideration."
“Do you really believe that my golden father wouldn’t lie to us? He even shut us out of the High Lords Council… I don’t even know what he’s doing.”
As for the claim that resource gathering was for the purpose of the Great Expedition...
That's kind of funny.
When the Great Expedition first began, it was only with the limited resources of the two barren planets, Mars and Terra, located in the solar system, that a fleet could be assembled to travel across the star system and launch expeditions everywhere.
Why is it that now that the empire has a world with millions of humans, it needs even more resources to invest?
Although no one refuted the Emperor's claims, everyone tacitly agreed that the collection of this tithe was for some far more sinister purpose...
"...I don't know whether he was a tyrant or not, but everything he did proves that he was no different from the most brutal and greedy tyrant."
Angron sat alone at the bow of the ship, his eyes filled with bitterness and helplessness.
In Nukelia, he truly broke free from the shackles of fate and became a free man through his own strength.
But... is everything he is experiencing and facing now truly what he desires?
A person who is clear-headed must bear the pain of being clear-headed.
beep!
The Insurgent's Horn sounded its alarm.
Enemy attack!
"It's the mid-deck! We've been breached... but there are no external signals..."
Let's deal with the problem at hand first.
Angron snapped out of his reverie, grabbed his two chainsaw axes, and charged toward the deck behind him.
......
The deck of the Insurgent was stained with blood.
The flagship's interior, usually a metallic gray with a slight smell of engine oil, is now covered by a strong stench of blood.
A bizarre monster from another world, led by a grotesque creature resembling a demon, faced a hail of bullets from the World Eater, seemingly unaffected.
Under the deafening battle cries, those with weaker willpower immediately turned bloodshot and unconsciously began to fight their allies with all their equipment.
He was engulfed in an uncontrollable rage.
Limbs flew everywhere, blood splattered. The demon didn't even need to lift a finger; people had already descended into a cycle of self-destruction.
"Closer! Switch to melee weapon!"
The remaining World Eaters, Astartes, continued to be defeated by the demon's immense power—even when damaged by melee weapons, they would recover at an astonishing rate.
Attacks from the World Eaters were generally ineffective.
As yet another warrior was easily flung away, only one warrior in blue and white power armor remained on the blood-soaked deck, struggling against the enemy's onslaught.
"Kahn! What's going on?"
Seeing that things were going badly, Angron quickly stepped forward and helped him block the powerful blow.
"It's you?"
After separating the two, Angron frowned as he turned to look at the strange creature.
The strange creatures that appeared during the turbulent subspace journey were ones he had seen before.
Right there in Núkalia, in the vast wasteland of blood and fire, between the bronze fortress and the throne.
He had seen far too many evil creatures like this.
"You filthy creature, you don't belong here."
“That’s right, Angron, you and I are both blood gods, we were originally brothers.”
"Shut up! I would never associate with a filthy creature like you!"
Enraged, Angron raised his twin axes high, the clanging of the chainsaws drowning out all other noise.
"Angron, why must we fight each other?"
The demon withstood Angron's attack with its tough claws, still uttering blasphemous words.
"You and I both know who is the eternal oppressor of mankind, and who can symbolize infinite fairness."
That's right.
Angron can't fool himself.
The Emperor's human empire and the Great Expedition were both built on lies.
But in this universe, is there even one place that has the right to call itself righteous?
No.
Even after serving the human empire for so long, Angron had to bitterly admit that the human empire itself was built on the oppression of his fellow human beings.
He did not receive the fairness he expected.
The answer is quite obvious.
Kill them all, wouldn't that be fair?
kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
"That's right, that's right!"
Seeing that things were going well, the demon pressed his advantage: "You already know your own destiny—to be for great destruction..."
Butcher's Nail might suppress Angron's thoughts.
But when the empire becomes so miserable that even a conscious Angron feels disgusted, will he really make a different choice than before?
After witnessing the tragic fate of the human empire?
Is it not a form of mercy to give them a quick and painless death?
Angron has the ability to absorb the negative emotions of others, and he is very empathetic to those who suffer.
But what if... these people's wish is for those in power to die alongside them?
"When will this day end? We will both perish!"
The fear of death becomes insignificant in the face of hatred.
...This human empire is a world full of suffering and despair.
Angron recalled walking through this haunted city, feeling the suffering of the desperate and weary workers who endured layers of exploitation by nobles under heavy taxes...
For his emperor father's ideals, for a lie, how many lives have been lost in the shadows?