Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Six: Pick Your Opponent
"You have one last chance. If you miss it, you'll never have it again."
Standing in front of the palace gate.
Sanguinius heard the voice from the warp again.
And his choice remains the same.
No answer was given to the other party.
Because there is no use in talking too much.
Next to him, the Primarch of the [Imperial Fist Legion], Roga Dorn, was standing there with a weapon. Even the strong bombing sound above his head did not disturb him in the slightest.
His calm gaze was like a deep pool, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
At this time, feeling Sanguinius' gaze on him, Roga Dorn just nodded casually and said, "May we win."
There was no rush or hesitation in his expression, just like the hardest rock.
Listening to his words, Sanguinius smiled and added: "Of course, the Emperor protects us."
After saying that, he returned his gaze to the distant sky.
There, a series of airdrop pods fell rapidly from space like raindrops, carrying a famous rebel space warrior.
It is precisely because of them that fierce firefights and fighting are taking place in various air defense positions in Terra.
Rebels continue to be killed, and loyalists continue to die.
Listening to the countless roars of artillery fire, the sounds of slashing, and the sounds of crying across the planet, Sanguinius closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and the determined look in his eyes became even stronger.
'Although the current human empire has many flaws and shortcomings, compared to most times, the overall environment is at least acceptable...'
As a Primarch with precognitive abilities, Sanguinius was well aware of the Emperor's views on each Primarch, and he also understood that even if the Great Crusade ended successfully, Sanguinius and others would not end well.
But in his opinion, in the current chaotic galaxy, sacrifice is an essential condition for the establishment of an empire!
Regardless of whether it is voluntary or not, someone needs to sacrifice and become the cornerstone.
Therefore, even though he thought the emperor's ideas were a bit extreme, he did not betray the other party, but chose to face his own outcome calmly.
To put it bluntly, even though the Emperor has many things wrong with him, he is 100% a firm believer in humanity, the one who is least likely to betray humanity, and has strong enough leadership and individual abilities...
At this time, Sanguinius felt an unusual aura falling from the sky.
Sanguinius and Roga Dorn, who also sensed the aura, immediately looked over.
It was a tall figure with wings on its back and holding a giant sword.
Although the appearance has changed a lot.
However, through some remaining characteristics of each other's appearance, the two still recognized each other's identity.
Roga Dorn immediately asked with a little anger on his face:
"Angron! Have you fallen this far?..."
As a standard humanist, he felt that Angron, who had separated from the human race and transformed into a subspace creature, was simply a huge blasphemy!
After casually waving his wings and destroying all the cannonballs that were heading towards him, Angron slowly landed on the ground with a calm face, and asked Roga Dorn in confusion:
"Is there any problem?
Why do you say this in such a tone?
I remember you always looked down upon me, right?
So my fall should not be taken for granted in your eyes?"
Facing his rhetorical question, Roga Dorn's face suddenly froze, and he was a little angry, but he couldn't find any excuse to refute.
In the past, he really didn't think highly of Angron from the bottom of his heart...
In other words, among all the Primarchs, basically no one would look down upon the crazy Angron.
Even the Night Lord Conrad Curze, who is equally aggressive in his methods and semi-crazy mentally, calls himself a man of justice and disdains his murderous opponent.
It can be said that in the team of Primarchs, Angron is basically at the bottom of the contempt chain from beginning to end.
Grandpa doesn't care, and uncle doesn't love me.
From the emperor to his brothers to civilians, among the trillions of people in the entire human empire, few people like him.
After smiling disdainfully and looking at Roga Dorn's extremely ugly face, Angron said directly to Sanguinius:
"Sanguinius, among all the Primarchs, you were the only one who occasionally took the initiative to talk to me. So I don't want to kill you, and you are the only one who has never looked down on me. You might as well surrender."
As a good old man among the Primarchs, even Angron would give the other party a little face.
Therefore, if possible, he would rather persuade Sanguinius to surrender than take action.
Seeing Angron's no longer crazy expression and his coherent words, Sanguinius understood that although Angron's body and soul had fallen, his mind had also returned to normal.
At his kindness, Sanguinius smiled and shook his head:
"I'm glad that your thinking has returned to normal, but I can't agree to your invitation."
"...Is this so..."
Faced with this answer that did not surprise him, Angron nodded slowly:
"In this case, in order to prevent you from dying in the hands of others, let me kill you."
With these words, Angron raised the weapon in his hand.
But at this time, a tall figure descended from the sky again:
"Angron, give him to me."
After seeing the other party's appearance, Roga Dorn immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Horus!"
As for Sanguinius, there was a rather complicated look in his eyes.
As early as a few days ago, with the help of his precognition ability, he kept seeing a repeated scene.
He died at the hands of his friend Horus.
Now, seeing the opponent's appearance, he knew that the time had come.
And what he had foreseen was about to become a reality...
In contrast, Horus's expression was quite complicated when facing Sanguinius.
In his heart, Sanguinius was his best friend, bar none.
Even when he was running for Warmaster, he felt that that position should belong to Sanguinius, and he just took advantage of it.
Staring at the figure of Horus, Angron originally didn't want to ignore his request. After all, didn't he want to lose face?
But soon, he felt something was wrong in the eyes of Horus and Sanguinius.
‘Why does this smell like a man who is obsessed with men and resents women...’
Thinking of this, Angron's expression immediately changed slightly.
Finally, after much hesitation, he pointed the giant sword in his hand at Roga Dorn, who was not far away, and provocatively said: "Then you will be my opponent!"
In response to this, Roga Dorn immediately felt insulted.
I feel like I'm being picked on.
Without further ado, he went right into a fight with Angron!