I am the magnetic field maniac

"It is not the wisest thing for you to rush to Cadia now... because your brother is being coveted by your other two brothers - if you don't want him to become another demon primarch, you'd better go."

Trazyn spread his hands and continued

"Actually, I don't need you to bring anything in exchange. Since you have brought me such a gift, I don't need to be too stingy. You can take some of my collections, but remember to use them in the right place."

"To help Guilliman?" Angron's face immediately showed a disgusted expression, and Fulgrim agreed without hesitation...

"We will go!" Fulgrim said, glancing at Angron and quickly persuading him...

"Angron, I know what you want to do. It will be just as effective for you to go to Terra and hold my father hostage as it is for you to go to Macragge and hold Guilliman hostage. The latter may even be easier. Once this is done, I will do my best to assist you in doing what you want."

"That sounds nice, but you just want to make yourself feel better..." Angron muttered, but he did not object. Since the target had been decided, all that was left was to take away the selected "collection".

Trazyn had generously released his collection as he had promised, and who else could Angron and his men take away?

They took away a complete group of stormtroopers, as well as the Inquisitor named Greyfax. As Angron had said before, Greyfax, who had regained consciousness, immediately pulled the trigger on their heads without hesitation after knowing what the two valuables were in front of him.

"Heretics! Demons! You have failed him and all of humanity!!"

It took Angron some effort to capture the Inquisitor, who was unexpectedly a powerful psyker...

However, the girl obviously did not intend to appreciate their kindness. She was pinned there and continued to yell angrily at the two traitors.

"I told you that you shouldn't let these people go. Are you planning to release those few too?"

Angron slapped Greyfax unconscious and pointed at the Inquisitors and Sisters on the other side who were being used by Trazyn to replicate the "Death of Vandir".

"Forget it." Fugen sighed. He also knew to what extent the empire had played with superstition over the years.

It was all the fault of these rebels, but now they had to stop these fanatics from interfering with their great deeds.

The next person to be released was a shield captain of the Imperial Guards...

The moment the Golden Corn holding the power halberd left the stasis position, he pointed his gun at Angron.

But he didn't pull the trigger. The current situation and his rationality prevented him from making any stupid decisions.

So Angron and Fulgrim took the trouble to tell him again what had happened.

The shield guard captain was silent for a moment, put away his weapon, stood in front of the two of them and said coldly...

"I will be with you, but once we have arrived at Macragge and completed the Emperor's mission, I will still bring the Emperor's wrath upon you."

"As you wish." Angron shrugged, and went on to free the other Imperials...

They selected an entire regiment of Faithful Stormtroopers, several regiments of the Vostoan Firstborn, and several of the Catachan Jungle Warriors and Imperial Guards that Trazyn had used to reenact Macharius's death.

The process of liberating them was relatively smooth, but the Imperial Guards actually attacked their own "comrades" as soon as they were freed from their restraints.

According to them, this is an internal "War of the Successors" among them.

Angron didn't know what was going on and didn't bother to care. After suppressing all the problems with violence, he started to attack the really difficult targets.

"traitor!!"

As soon as they broke free from their restraints, Lieutenant General Cerantes of the Ultramarines Legion and his Ultramarines brothers in that company pulled the trigger of their grenade launchers at Fulgrim and Angron without hesitation.

Amid the roar of explosive bombs and roars of hatred, these veterans from the Horus Heresy expressed their deepest murderous intent and hatred towards the rebellious Primarchs before them.

For the first time, Angron did not say anything, but kept his mouth shut and let the bombs be neutralized and annihilated by his magnetic field.

Even Fugen lowered his head and endured the attacks.

The roar of the bombs gradually faded, replaced by the sound of the chainsword being pulled. But this time Angron would not endure it.

He grabbed the chainsaw sword and crushed it, then kicked the angry Ultramarines over and said calmly...

"You can seek revenge or whatever, but your Smurf dad is about to be killed by my two corrupt brothers. Are you going to come with us, or continue to be a decoration here?"

"Traitor!! Don't try to confuse us with the venom that comes out of your tongue!!"

Karanti struggled and roared angrily, while Angron loosened his foot and gave the place to Fulgrim, saying sullenly without turning his head...

"I'll leave this to you. I still have my own problems..."

"Hey... take care of yourself."

Fulgrim sighed, looked at the Ultramarines who were looking at him with even more hatred, and smiled bitterly...

By abandoning Fulgrim, Angron was not running away from a problem. On the contrary, he was facing a damning problem.

His eyes were extremely complicated as he came to a stagnant position... and inside it were all red and white painted Space Marines... and their chapter symbol was a scarlet hound...

87. To Macragge

The War Dog, the World Eater, a name Angron did not want to mention after he was freed.

Even if he had to do it all over again, Angron would not feel any guilt towards the Emperor.

Because no matter how noble his goals were, Angron and his personal vendetta were two separate things.

But to the World Eaters, Angron was the one who abused them.

In fact... Angron himself understood the heinous crimes he had committed against the War Hounds... but at that time, Angron undoubtedly did so out of hatred for the Emperor.

He saw himself as a rebel, and naturally considered the war dogs who submitted to the Emperor to be slaves.

Because of this, he frantically tortured the war dogs to gain a false sense of satisfaction, giving himself the illusion that he was "rebelling" against the Emperor.

But Angron was actually in a very awkward state at that time. What he desired was not the war dogs' surrender, but their resistance.

If these warriors created with his gene seed rebelled against their gene father, Angron would be happy, because they were "rebels", people who dared to raise their swords in the face of the injustice of authority!

They did what they couldn't do before.

Angron is a coward, but he expects his warband to be full of warriors. But for warriors, the only tribute Angron can give them is death!

He's just such a fucking awkward bastard!

So as time went on, Angron looked down on the World Eaters more and more.

For he had slain all those who had the courage to resist him, and those who remained, including Khârn, were all lowly and shameless kneelers to Angron.

Yes, Angron still thinks so now.

He hadn't told the bastards to use the Butcher's Nails; they were using those things on their own heads as a provocation rather than a comfort to Angron.

But Angron no longer remembered what he was thinking at that time...

He only knew that at that time, he had been driven crazy by the torture of the nails and his personality had begun to be erased.

He has completely lost the ability to think rationally as a human being and can only become something worse than a beast, doing things according to instinct and saying nonsense.

But Angron still respected the rebels. He was a completely crazy bastard, but he still respected those who had the rebellious spirit that he did not have.

The massacre on Istvaan III was caused by Angron seeing the loyalists of the World Eaters who were rebelling against him... and at that time, Angron, whose personality was almost obliterated, was thinking of his former self.

He was willing to give these warriors who were determined to die a death that was worthy of their status.

He really thought so at the time, because he already regarded those people as himself who wanted to die but failed in the past.

So he landed on Istvaan III, turning the war that should have been resolved by a virus bomb into a long and bloody tug-of-war, which severely harmed Horus.

That was a shameful enough period of history, and looking back now, what attitude would Angron adopt when facing those former loyalists of the World Eaters?

Now, he knew it immediately.

Because in front of Angron was a team of World Eaters warriors who had once been on Istvaan III.

They did not die there, they were collected by Trazyn. Their faces were so distorted, full of anger and pain, that moment on the battlefield was frozen for ten thousand years.

Angron's eyes became more complicated, and he even thought about escaping, but in the end, he still opened their restraints.

The frozen and stagnant position slowly revealed itself, and the warriors who had continued to fight also woke up in the eternal moment.

And when they first saw who was standing in front of them, they raised their weapons without hesitation.

"Angron!"

Anger, resentment, suspicion, and a host of other emotions mixed together, the warriors swung their swords at their genetic father!

They roared, their memories still lingering on that inhumane massacre and betrayal!

Their father betrayed the ideals of mankind and stabbed them in the most brutal way, but now, he appeared in front of them!

This time, Angron did not dodge or evade, allowing them to destroy his body.

The power sword pierced his chest fiercely, and the chainsaw sword cut and hurt his flesh...but even so, Angron endured it all without saying a word.

He deserves it.

Angron was kicked to the ground, the smell of burnt flesh and blood mixed with severe pain.

When these former loyal warriors of the World Eaters surrounded Angron, he finally spoke.

"I won't apologize to that bacon." He said in a low voice

"But I will say sorry to you... Perhaps you should not have welcomed me, the genetic father. All the suffering you have endured is due to my resentment."

As soon as he finished speaking, Angron, who had activated his cell reorganization, stood up again. Facing the loyalists of the World Eaters who surrounded him, he said in a low voice...

"I don't know how to make it up to you, but it seems meaningless to say this. I can't let you take my life, at least not now."

The angry World Eaters looked at Angron like this, and they seemed to regain their composure. After a moment of suffocating silence, one of them stood up and said in a low voice...

"Tell us, Father. Why did you side with that traitor?"

Angron's eyes were a little dazed. He seemed to see the centurion named Kolaga, the man who had stabbed him in the neck.

So, he gave the same answer as he did ten thousand years ago...

"I do not support Horus, I am against the Emperor." He said in a deep voice

"But I am free, now, completely free... I am no longer haunted by the Butcher's Nails, nor do I bear the ideals he forced upon me. I am no longer a puppet of Chaos, and now I am..."

"I don't support anyone f*cking!!"

He paused for a long time, and finally gave a firm answer...

"I will only do what I think is right!"

Angron knew that his answer was not appropriate, especially in front of these warriors who worshipped the Emperor and were willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater vision of humanity.

But he will never compromise and will never take a step back for anyone or for any reason!

Just do what you think is right. Angron has sworn that he will only do this! No one can subvert his ideas, no one!!

"Do you want to destroy the Empire and start a rebellion again?" A World Eater growled, and the sound of gnashing teeth came through the speakers of the power armor.

Angron shook his head and said solemnly...

"I still want to give that bastard a punch, but I'm not interested in messing around anymore. Instead, I'm going to help this empire I hate."

"And you... I have freed you from the imprisonment of this undead. You can choose to go wherever you want, whether to follow me or leave on your own."

"In that case, we will continue to follow you."

Without hesitation, the World Eaters laid down their blades and stood beside Angron once again.

"If you follow me, you may still be traitors in the future," Angron said solemnly.

"I must tell you, I may not oppose the Emperor, I may not hate humans, but I absolutely hate the Empire!

In the eyes of the vast majority of them, in the eyes of those who hold power and rely on it to suck the blood of countless people to enjoy their own benefits, I am nothing more than a damned traitor. "

"Then let us follow the traitor and do the right thing." The World Eaters Captain said darkly.

"We will see with our own eyes whether you are doing the right thing, father... and if you disappoint us again, we will not disappoint you and will raise the blade of judgment against you once again!"

This is trust, there is no doubt about it. These World Eaters who have suffered betrayal are willing to believe in the Gene-Father who betrayed them once again.

This touched Angron a little, and he sighed quietly... He didn't let those sensitive and nagging emotions fill his mind, nor did he let those regretful thoughts devour his soul.

Regret cannot change anything. The mistake has been made. All he can do is to make up for it as much as possible.

"So Master Angron... where do we go next?"

"To Macragge," Angron said solemnly.

"Guilliman and his Smurfs require our help. I am sure he will not welcome us... but I must save him before he is killed by my corrupted brother."

Angron walked away, and this time his movements were more brisk... because there was no doubt that some of the knot in his heart had been removed.

This allows his magnetic field force to rotate more smoothly.

On the other hand, Fugen's situation was also going well.