Black Forest Strike, my light speed ship was exposed

The huge body trembled, and the poisonous breath disappeared in an instant.

Mortarion's voice was like a child who was found to have committed a small but unforgivable crime.

The roar just now was suppressed by himself.

He seemed very timid in front of his father.

Even after so many years, he still saw the Emperor as a mouse seeing a cat.

During the Battle of Terra, the Emperor participated in very few battles.

Basically, he fought with the gods in the Webway and the spiritual realm.

If the Emperor went to the battlefield in person, I am afraid that Mortarion and several other brothers would turn around and run away at the first time.

Forgive me, father. Mortarion said timidly.

Mara stood in front of the cell, his eyes looking directly into Mortarion's heart through the extraordinary body created by his knowledge and power. .

"You almost destroyed everything and plunged this world into an endless abyss. Your sins are unforgivable, otherwise it would be an injury and blasphemy to the dead. Mortarion."

Hearing this, Mortarion hung his head like a child, not daring to question it at all.

He couldn't even say a word of begging for mercy.

Mara glared at him, and then his eyes became a little gentle.

Mortarion didn't really surrender to the Four Gods.

It was because of Typhons' betrayal that the fleet he led fell into Nurgle's trap.

He finally chose to surrender after a long illness.

"You are a traitor, Mortarion. Confess your sins like a human being, not like a beast."

Leaving this sentence, Mara walked away.

Mortarion couldn't say a word.

After the Emperor left, he quietly faced the wall like a child who had made a mistake.

Roar!

Not all sons are like Magnus and Mortarion.

Angron roared when he saw the Emperor, his father.

His eyes still showed endless anger, and his strong and brutal body slammed against the prison door made of high-strength alloy, making a banging sound.

The iron chains that bound him made a dull sound.

He hated his father like a beast.

"Slave owner." Angron roared in a low voice, "You will drown in your own blood."

Angron's anger is the mythical Doomsday Volcano, which will never go out.

Even if the nail embedded in his brain lobe has been removed by the Empire's technicians.

But Angron still hates the Emperor and his father.

Even though he was trapped for countless years, his anger still did not subside.

He waited for his chance.

As long as he was not dead, he would wait.

Angron was like a monster from myth.

Frost giants in ancient Norse mythology.

Evil religions before the Dark Ages

All parts of his body were twisted and swollen, revealing a cold murderous aura in the weirdness.

Even though he was tortured, he still had a bloody grin.

It seemed that there was nothing in his life except killing and pain.

"You are still like this." Mara looked at No. 12.

"Yes, I will always be like this. I will never obey you again, and I will never surrender again."

Angron gritted his teeth and said um

Even though the Butcher's Nail had been removed, he was still in a state of rage.

The Empire's technology is beyond doubt, and there will be no mistakes.

The only explanation is that Angron hated the Emperor and his father.

"You know I had no choice. The Great Crusade needed you at that time, and you needed you to lead a legion."

Mara looked at Angron and said.

"It has nothing to do with me." Angron spat, "I would rather die in Nuceria than be your general. I should be with my friends. This is my oath and my whole life. And you took it away from me, made me break my oath, and made them ridiculous."

"I will curse you forever, slave master."

Angron smiled grimly.

"Perhaps you should take a look at Nuceria today."

Mara looked at Angron.

Even if they were thrown out of the laboratory by the four Chaos Gods, the experiences of the twenty Primarchs were different.

Angron was assassinated by the Eldar just after he landed in Nuceria.

Even though the Primarch had a strong fighting power in his childhood, facing the Eldar, the young Angron still paid a heavy price.

The wounded and dying Angron was eventually captured by the nobles of Nuceria and trained as a gladiator.

In order to tame the Primarch, the nobles of Nuceria constantly eroded the kindness of the young Primarch.

Put him in a lava pool and he could only survive by killing all the gladiator slaves.

When he was starving, he was forced to fight for food and eat the bodies of defeated gladiators.

There were countless methods like this, just to erode his mind.

Finally, the Cruciatus, also known as the Butcher's Nail, was implanted in Angron.

The Butcher's Nail is an extremely vicious and blasphemous mechanical creation. ......

It will forever change the implanter's cerebral lobe, insula and cortical structure, and reconstruct the implanter's emotional function.

Leaving the implanter with only anger as an emotion.

Anything else will make the implanter feel extremely painful.

Thinking, touching, and breathing would cause great pain to the implant recipient.

Only anger and rage could make the implant recipient's nerves feel a brief pleasure.

With a strong will, Angron suppressed the Butcher's Nail and led the gladiators to launch an uprising against the Nuceria nobles.

At that time, Angron was like a tenacious fighter against the terrible nobles and the mind.Butcher's Nail.

Even in the intense pain, Angron would still laugh at his fellow gladiators.

This resistance lasted until Angron was taken away from his companions by the Emperor.

The terrible hatred was buried from that moment, until Horus's enticement, Angron joined without hesitation.

Mara opened the interface casually, and it was the world of Nuceria.

Lush and green, like a shining pearl in the vast void.

That beautiful world was covered with vast blue oceans, silver high-speed mountains, emerald green forests and endless golden fields with rolling wheat waves.

Everyone had a happy smile on their faces.

Some children were fighting, and some complained that the teachers and the food in the school were not as delicious as those outside.

Countless ships came and went, moored at interstellar ports, and then rushed into the atmosphere, bringing fruits and specialties from other planets.

Those towering, bloody arenas have disappeared, leaving only some moderate fighting events.

There are some murals standing or carved on each arena.

Telling the deeds of gladiators in the past who resisted tyranny, let people remember that an equal and fair world is not easy to come by.

"Yochuka." The furious Angron saw the mural, and his anger subsided strangely.

He saw a familiar person on the mural.

That was his companion, a child of only fifteen years old.

"Do you know him?" Mara stopped the picture on the mural, and then enlarged it to make it clearer.

"His deeds are sung by many children. A 15-year-old hero bravely used his weak body to resist the tyranny of the nobles."

"He will be remembered forever, and he will always remind us how terrible the tyranny of the powerful who have lost their restraints can be to ordinary people."

"What about those nobles?" Angron asked, suppressing the pain in his heart.