Chapter 749 193 Depends on the Mental State

Chapter 749 193. Depends on the mental state

In fact, as the Primarch who is the best at giving himself a holiday, Angron rarely goes crazy.

But the reality is that Angron is going crazy now.

Perhaps no one can accept that another self has become a pervert in a sense, and the kind with toys all over his body - as long as he thinks of this, Angron has already started to scream in his heart.

In the silent room, people looked at each other, only Angron, who was sitting on a single chair, lowered his head in a bad mood, and the shadow fell on his face, revealing a very scary decadent expression.

This is not because Angron's brothers and his old father respect Angron, so they leave him space and time to think about life, but because of the psychic pressure emanating from Angron's body now -

This heavy power makes people clearly feel that a giant beast is in a very bad mood now, and its shadow is covering people's souls, letting the chaotic grayness slowly stain their souls.

Almost all the Primarchs began to become inexplicably depressed or confused, even Dorn pursed his lips tightly.

The Lord of Mankind took himself out, turned his head and took a sip of hot tea.

Only Hades was not affected here, but Hades did not want to speak now, because he had emotional intelligence. Judging from Angron's expression, it was not appropriate for him to speak now.

Finally, with a serious and thoughtful expression, Angron slowly spoke,

[I never thought...]

His lips moved palely, wanting to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything. When he thought about what he might become, Angron felt dizzy.

What made Angron feel the most sad and crazy was that after he heard Dorn's words -

he had subconsciously thought of something.

Before his far-left reason caught up with Angron, some knowledge and images had already emerged in Angron's mind, the various sensitive parts of the human body, how to maximize the touch of each part, and the most interesting emotions among all kinds of emotions.

0.001 microseconds later, Angron's screaming reason caught up with him, and then the Primarch realized what he had just subconsciously thought.

! ! !

Fortunately, Hades was here. Before Angron chose to roar and jump off the building, he first let Hades knock him down.

But unfortunately, there was the Lord of Mankind here.

So he was awakened from the painful and unstable darkness again.

Angron hated this world that allowed him to understand words.

He tried his best to stop his running thoughts, but it was useless. When he realized that his other world self was the demon prince of Slaanesh - Angron hoped that his body was wrapped with more cloth.

No, not transparent, not translucent, not the kind that does not cover the key parts, and not the kind that does not cover the key parts.

Not completely naked either.

He was almost praying that it was not the kind that was full of plug-ins, and the reality might even be more terrible. The overdeveloped brain of the Primarch thought of the Butcher's Nail, and then Angron thought of the more ominous modified creation.

He only hoped to die immediately, or to be more simple and rough, send him to another fate line now, and then before everyone finds out, Angron will use his double axes to chop the other self into minced meat - and then pour it into the black domain to destroy the body.

This is a more hidden social death, depending on people's moral bottom line. If you can accept it, then this fact is completely harmless.

But the problem is that Angron obviously has a moral bottom line - and from the gladiator's shiny, carefully wiped armor, it can be seen that Angron cares about his personal image.

[Look at it, my... brother. 】

Finally, in Angron's state of dismay, it was Robert Guilliman who spoke first and tried to comfort the Lord of Red Sand.

Although Guilliman had not come out of the tragic fact that he knew he was the regicide, the lord of the empire's originally meticulous hair became messy and his eyes became tired, but he realized that he was not the most collapsed one.

In fact, everything has a trace.

Guilliman thought that he could barely accept the self in the fate line-or because Dorn said too little information about him, so he still maintained the necessary rationality.

Even himself, Guilliman in this world also took the initiative to take off the Emperor's crown, the only difference was that this was a bloodless abdication.

...If there were some changes in another world, even if Guilliman himself did not believe that he would do such a heresy, at least in terms of logic and fate mysticism, this possibility would indeed occur.

Just like Robert Guilliman, who is sitting now, wearing the Imperial Crown.

Guilliman coughed, and he looked at the distraught Angron, but his mind kept thinking.

He stared at Angron, subconsciously thinking about what a muscular gladiator would look like after defecting to Slaanesh, and then Guilliman decided to let his eyes go.

[If we win, it is not a real reality. ]

Guilliman comforted himself, which was also comforting himself.

He couldn't imagine himself cutting off the Emperor's head - Guilliman shuddered, this was extremely treasonous, and before this, he might not have had such an idea at all.

[And,]

Guilliman shrugged with ease,

[Over there, we are all the same - depravity is the norm. 】

Mortarion, who continued to remain silent on the side, suddenly took a deep breath and sneered as if he was stuck,

[Head of Heretics,]

He was both joking and sad, "I am honored to receive this title." 】

Hades coughed and covered his lower face with his hands, pretending to be deep.

"At least...ahem, it's not Nurgle."

[But Slaanesh. 】

Angron finally spoke again, and the original body wiped his face with his hands in great sadness, and then covered his face with his hands - he had no shame to see anyone.

What makes Angron most desperate is that he can "understand" his other self from a certain perspective.

Except for Angron, perhaps no one can truly see the preciousness of emotions. Angron cherishes every positive emotion, the fighting spirit and fighting spirit of a gladiator before his death; close friends can understand it with almost a look. The tacit understanding between them; the unswerving loyalty of the soldiers guarding the empire... To Angron, these emotions were like treasures scattered among the grass in the morning, shining with a charming enough light.

A person worthy of respect, his positive emotions are naturally as bright as diamonds - Angron appreciates, respects, and hopes that this emotion can be reproduced.

This is why he is keen to relieve the sorrow and annoyance of his brothers. Of course, the main reason is because Angron himself is willing to help others.

But sometimes, Angron would also stop for the crazy and wonderful mental state of Conrad Coates. It was the depth of madness that was difficult for ordinary people to reach, and it also explained why Conrad liked to move forward on all fours; sometimes, He would also look at Sanguinius thoughtfully. Beneath the sanctity of his appearance, his deep and restrained emotions were as dazzling as the sunset on Baal.

This was another kind of spectacle that Angron didn't want to describe as "beautiful", but he was powerless to reverse these, so he only stopped occasionally and tried to alleviate them as much as possible.

But if he chooses to fall into a more horrific path...

Angron felt sweat on his forehead, and he felt that he was sweating a little.

He couldn't imagine how crazy his other self would be.

As a master of emotion management, Angron certainly knows that the emotion is the easiest to arouse and the most "brilliant" after being aroused.

He understood why his other self fell into the ways of Slaanesh.

Breathe, breathe, Angron took a deep breath. He felt a little guilty. In the palace, the emotions he felt when he just woke up seemed to be transmitted. Some of their original brothers seemed to have noticed something.

Now, in front of the desk with piles of papers, Conrad Coze had already jumped up to the ceiling, squinting thoughtfully and staring in the direction of the secret room. And beside the desk, Sanguinius also put down his pen. .

In the distance, Corax frowned and put down the war report submitted by his legion. Raven raised his head, as if he wanted to know what happened.

What happened?

It's nothing, it's just that Angron in another world fell into the ways of Slaanesh and successfully became a sexual pervert with holes all over his body and a wonderful gadget.

Angron, who was covering his face, once again made a sound like drowning.

He hoped that in another world, the arena on his home planet would be used for life-and-death matches and not for anything else.

Angron brainstormed for a while again. Before he could make random associations and defeat himself, Angron finally ended his reverie with his strong willpower.

Finally, Angron looked at Hades palely and feebly, and expressed the most sincere thanks in his life.

[Thank you, thank you, Hades, for killing Slaanesh. 】

"Well, technically Mortarion did it."

Hades was stunned and pointed at Mortarion. Angron just turned his head and said tiredly and heartbrokenly,

【Then I also thank you...thank you...】

Then, without waiting for anyone's reaction, Angron stood up unsteadily.

[Sorry, I'm going to be alone first. 】

Angron rubbed his eyebrows and left on his own. People watched him leave - they probably wanted to discuss something else, about another world line and about those disturbing names.

But looking at Angron's dimly leaving figure, Hades felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, less than a minute later, they heard Conrad's cheers, and the penetrating cheers echoed deep in the corridors of the palace.

[Angron jumped off the building! Go and see it! Yay! ! ! ——You can’t die like that! Angron! Jump there! Jump over there! ! ! 】

? ? ! !

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【One month later】

[Something definitely happened. 】

Conrad said casually, then put the quill in his hand into his throat and scratched his tonsils.

【……】

Next to him, Corax still maintained a slightly nervous sense of caution, clenching and unclenching his fists.

[Our dead old man has begun to work seriously. 】

Conrad continued, referring to Neos. After Angron failed to jump from the building that day, the Lord of Red Sand fell from the highest balcony of the palace and successfully smashed all the rocks and bricks in his path with his forehead. Let these poor inorganic things commit suicide.

Then Neos started to really work, and he didn't even need Guilliman to urge him - a new phase of genetic modification experiments will begin soon, and a batch of stronger ones will soon appear in the empire! Bigger! More WAA - more exciting! of space marines.

【Dorn also...】

Corax said hoarsely,

[It’s different from what I remember. 】

But this time Guilliman seemed to have deliberately kept Dorne at a certain distance from all of them. During this month, Dorne had been on the Phalanx, and only Guilliman and Hades docked with him to discuss the position after the Imperial Fist. , and the modification project of the Phalanjin.

And the overtime trio became even more crazy - Guilliman, Hades, and Faenus. As the empire's pure-blood overtime royal family, government affairs entered their office even faster than snowflakes in an avalanche.

Even Mortarion has started to shut up and go about his business, it's really scary.

Conrad stretched out his quill covered with food residue and casually wrote his sentence on the paper - death penalty! Kill the nine tribes!

Even if Sanguinius changed his sentence to kill both races, Conrad didn't care.

Angron has also remained silent recently. He applied for a long vacation with Guilliman, and Guilliman also rarely approved the vacation without saying a word. Now Angron should be with his cubs in a full-fledged place. Fight the armies of Khorne in a place of lava and death.

[I went to visit Vulcan. 】

Corax said softly, with some hesitation in his pure black eyes.

[The fire dragon didn't say anything, but I could guess that something ominous had happened, and they had all been under a lot of pressure recently - some kind of truth had made our brothers feel uneasy. 】

[Go and ask them. 】

Conrad put down his pen. With the approval of the last death sentence, his workload had reached the standard today. From now on, he would spend his time harassing and torturing others.

Corax seemed to hesitate, and Conrad glanced at his brother. Of course he knew what was bothering the raven—

No problem, great! Humble! The crazy Lord of the Night will take action!

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"So this is the only information currently available."

Hades automatically picked up the snacks on Mortarion's desk. The food prepared by the Pale Lord had a bitter taste, which sometimes made Hades confused.

"I contacted Trazin and Ourrican remotely. Trazin knew nothing, and Ourrican gave very vague information. In short - Ourrican said that he could see all the lines of fate, so it I don’t know which one actually happened, and it can’t list all the infinite fate lines.”

The pre-screening conditions given to Ourrican by the empire cannot filter out that fate line.

And their Rogal Dorn has always been ostracized by the original bodies there, so not much is known about related matters.

"Currently we only know the definite direction of Angron and Vulkan, and we don't know when they defected. You are the leader of the heresy, and you are also uncertain about the time of their fall."

Hades stuffed the last bite of cake into his mouth, and when he was talking about the head of the heresy, he glanced at Mortarion. Mortarion's face only looked worse, but it was still within the acceptable range.

"And Guilliman..."

Hades' tone became hesitant;

"We only know that his name is the Kingslayer - this may be because he personally shut down King Connaught's life support system, or it may be because... the Lord of Humanity at that time had already encountered something unexpected, and this part of Dorne Not sure either."

[He is also the most favored primarch of Neos. 】

The other counterpart is Horus Luperkar. In another branch of destiny, Horus is the most neglected descendant of the Lord of Mankind——

Horus, who was set as the moon and reflected the light of everyone, became an ordinary gangster after landing in Corsonia.

This led the Emperor to take the initiative to find Horus, his son who was apparently the first to return, and the Emperor showed an extremely disappointed attitude. Affected by the Emperor's attitude, Horus, who relied on reflecting light, The Moon also became dusty of its own accord, and subsequently became the most inconspicuous among the Primarchs.

Mortarion said calmly. Through Dorn's description, he sketched out the vague image of the fateful human master. Compared with the emperor here, the emperor there regarded the original bodies as more tools. The expectations for them are also higher, and they are more rational and cruel at the same time.

Motali settled down for a moment,

[Does Guilliman know what his other self has done? 】

Hades shook his head,

"Only you, me, Neos and Dorn know about King Konnor. The Emperor did not let Dorn tell Guilliman about it - perhaps this is the only conscience the Emperor has. Guilliman is now under pressure. Big enough."

【Oh. 】

Mortarion sneered, as if he was laughing at Neos. Neos was willing to let Guilliman know that he had killed Neos, but he did not want Guilliman to know that he had killed King Konnor.

He also knew very well who the qualified father of Guilliman was.