[Please come in.]
Angron opened the door before the archangel knocked. The Lord of Red Sand raised an eyebrow and silently watched Sanguinius, who was trying to smile, holding his hand awkwardly in the air.
Angron was inside, reading the battle report, which was the only thing he could see that had anything to do with fighting since he was forbidden to kill.
Then he felt a ball of fluffy feathers composed of uneasiness, worry, irritability, determination and firmness swaying by the door of the World Eaters' lounge.
Since he had been loitering for longer than Angron could tolerate, he opened the door decisively and invited the hesitant guy in - or drove him away.
Angron scratched his head in annoyance. He could feel the depressing atmosphere in the Nikaea Theater. Everyone was anxious and uneasy, with a hint of pessimism and anger. This to some extent affected Angron, who was now able to sense emotions.
Maybe he should just pretend to be angry and kick out this guy who was wandering around the World Eaters' lounge, staring at the boring landscape paintings on the wall and trying to find something to say.
The brother acted like a goddamn noble, and Angron hated anyone who was above him.
If Angron had not sensed a trace of arrogance in Sanguinius's heart, he would never have tolerated him staying so long.
Angron was puzzled. What Sanguinius showed on the surface was completely different from what Angron perceived in his inner world. Even though he seemed to be trying his best to comfort himself, this guy was still very irritable and anxious in his heart - he could even be called bloodthirsty.
Angron frowned and dragged two chairs over. The chairs made a sharp screeching sound on the floor, which made Sanguinius, who was admiring the boring scenery, finally turn his head.
[sit.]
Angron spoke in a muffled voice. Sanguinius sat down in silence. The archangel seemed to want to speak, but Angron's behavior just now obviously interrupted his train of thought, making the archangel subconsciously cautious.
Angron snapped his fingers, and Sanguinius was surprised to see the servitor coming over with a plate of dessert and tea. The Lord of Red Sand gruffly said "eat", and without caring about the archangel, he took a piece for himself.
The angel brought the tea and smiled.
[Leader of the Blood Angels, Sanguinius.]
[Angron, the World Eater.]
Angron held out his greasy hand, and the archangel, his smile still perfect, held out his hand as well, and the two shook hands.
Angron's hands were rough and scarred, and the Lord of Red Sands squeezed them vigorously in a provocative manner.
The angel's smile remains unchanged.
Angron loosened his grip, and the Son of the Mountain spoke again, but this time his tone was noticeably less aggressive.
[Brother, are you really a saint? ]
Before Sanguinius could react, Angron laughed first, shaking his hands.
[Good grip, tell me, my brother, why do you come to me? I know no more about the Empire than any of you.]
The angel smiled and spoke calmly,
[That's ridiculous. Each brother has his own unique views on the Empire. Even Horus, who was the first to return, cannot be said to be familiar with every detail of this behemoth.]
Angron looked away and casually picked up the cake to eat.
[Don't talk nonsense, Sanguinius, just ask if you have something to say. I hate polite words. I grew up in a completely different environment from you. Mortarion's understanding of etiquette is much deeper than mine.]
The corners of Sanguinius' mouth twitched slightly, and it was unclear whether it was because of Angron or Mortarion.
So the Archangel went straight in,
[I want to know how you got in touch with the Master of the Order of Silence.]
Angron paused, resting his elbows on his knees, frowning and looking at the archangel seriously, as if trying to discern something.
Finally, he asked softly,
[You have psychic problems, and you are worried that the Lord of the Order of Silence will punish you? Or is it some other psychic problem? ]
The Archangel's smile shattered, and Angron heard the cup in Sanguinius's hand groan.
The Lord of Red Sand muttered,
[Good grip, good grip.]
[I do not understand,]
Sanguinius said gently,
Angron nodded his head indifferently. The sight of those blasphemous mechanical limbs was frightening to the angel.
[You showed it yourself.]
The archangel reacted instantly and blinked.
[This is your ability, Angron?]
[So... unique?]
Angron grinned, pointing to the wings that Sanguinius had folded up awkwardly to sit down.
[Brother, you all have wings.]
The Archangel said incredulously,
This is the ability He gave us.
Angron frowned again in confusion. What the archangel said was different from the emotions reflected in his heart.
But he tacitly skipped the topic and laughed it off. This was a trick Angron had learned from Hades. He often saw Hades use this technique to cleverly shift the work to Kahn and Rock.
But apart from that, he also learned a lot.
[Yes.]
Angron said,
[Then why are you looking for Hades? If you are worried about the Order of Silence, then I can guarantee you with honor that as long as there is a possibility of salvation, the Order of Silence will not choose destruction. ]
Angron picked up the teacup and drank it down.
He and the World Eaters were so rotten back then that even if they were rescued they would still be badly damaged and of no use to the empire. Yet Hades still managed to save them.
But... He thought of Magnus. It seemed that the big red guy was even more unlucky than him. Angron thought of the regret and fear he felt, but he would not sympathize with those who crossed the red line.
He put the cup down suddenly.
Don’t touch those things on your own initiative.
He recalled the vision of blood and skull he had experienced before. He stared at the hesitation of the archangel in front of him.
[Lies, excuses - I promise you whatever you want. Where in the world is there such a good thing?! Why don't you go find the emperor? I think he likes you very much. This is much more unreliable.]
Angron grinned.
[But no matter how reliable he is, he is not as reliable as Hades.]
He pounded his chest with his fist to show his and the World Eater's loyalty to Hades, and at the same time looked at the archangel. Sanguinius' mental state was obviously much better now. Although he still looked confused and shocked, at least the wavering look had faded a lot.
As expected of a perfect archangel, Angron thought to himself. When he first returned to the empire, he had heard of the angel's reputation—including Horus'.
Sanguinius looked at Angron as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked at this man who looked like a gladiator brother, but a gladiator who only knew how to kill could not say such words.
The Archangel whispered,
[…Thank you for your advice, Angron. I thought this conversation would be difficult.]
Angron blinked, then gave a hearty laugh and waved his hand, signaling the angel to leave.
[When you have nothing, you will know that these things are nothing! ]
No other meaning, just grab the bottom line from Lao K.
There is another one
(End of this chapter)