Angron had been living in a state of vague uneasiness these past few days.
The Astronomican was extinguished and the World Eaters' ships were damaged in the turbulence of the Warp, but fortunately, with the command of Captain Salin, the World Eaters did not suffer too many losses.
Angron paused, and subconsciously pressed the corners of his eyes with his hands. He still remembered the feeling at that time, the feeling as if his entire soul was burning, trembling, and mourning.
—What on earth is going on
Angron thought, the inactive spikes on his head glinting in the light, obedient and silent.
…something happened to someone who was important to him.
Angron thought, that's what he thought, he trusted his intuition, which was also a talent given to him by the Emperor.
But who could that person be
Could it be the Emperor? After all, the Astronomican is out.
Angron thought that perhaps he would not feel so much sorrow for the Emperor.
Who could that be
Angron thought, perhaps the answer already existed in his mind.
… Hades.
Angron's thoughts trembled. He recalled the strange noises in the Milky Way and the subspace in the past few days. The corners of his mouth twitched in disbelief, like a bitter smile.
He thought of the figure that rushed out from the blood mist, and the person who carried him out of the encirclement of the Lord Khorne without hesitation.
yes!
Angron thought that if such a warrior were to extinguish his blazing fire of life, then the entire galaxy would be buried with him and weep for him, in keeping with his status.
Whether he succeeds or fails, Hades is a true warrior!
Angron thought that if Hades succeeded, he would celebrate the return of Hades, and if Hades failed, he would complete the mission that Hades had not completed.
Thinking of this, Angron smiled and shook his head.
Now I don’t know exactly what happened, it’s still too far away to think about it.
Maybe I will be able to witness the Empire bestowing glory on Hades next
There was noise in the communication channel, they had arrived.
Macragge, Angron thought. He had heard of it, the brother Roboute Guilliman. He had not met him, but he knew Guilliman as if they had met long ago—
Hades does have an obsessive yearning for Macragge.
Angron thought, he was beginning to be somewhat curious about Macragge.
Moreover, if Macragge's subspace coordinates had not suddenly lit up, the World Eaters would never have been able to find this place.
Now, Macragge's Warp projection acts like a small astronomical torch, casting light towards other star regions.
Fortunately, neither Angron nor Mortarion were politically sensitive primarchs. Perhaps they had discovered this, but they did not care.
A Primarch like Horus might have been dissatisfied with the shining beacon of Phaeth in the realm of Ultramar.
The lighthouse of Phaeth shines brightly, attracting the attention of everyone.
In the chaotic turbulence of the Warp, a slow gaze was staring at Ultramar with great interest.
A low, whispering voice was heard,
"The three have come together, and fate flows back on itself, intersecting and overlapping the other side, heading towards the right path."
“—He has been defeated. This is fate’s mockery of Him. What He has redeemed and changed will all return to the right path.”
————
Macragge Harbor.
[Angron, brother.]
Angron reached out naturally and took Guilliman's hand. The gladiator's hand was broad and warm.
Angron said cheerfully, he stepped forward, patted Guilliman on the back quite skillfully and hugged him, he felt Guilliman's stiff body, then let go.
Guilliman's stiffness was far better than Mortarion's.
Angron grinned, patting Guilliman's shoulder armor, and looking casually at the blue sky and clean streets above Macragge.
Angron remained indifferent to all this. After all, apart from the arena, the streets of Nuseria were also like this.
The good news is that under Guilliman's leadership, there are no oppressive buildings like the Colosseum in Macragge.
Angron smiled and said loudly:
[Thanks for your hard work, brother. We are a little late because of the warp thing.]
Guilliman blinked violently, and turned to look at Angron, as if this new brother had been stabbed in the face.
[I am Roboute Guilliman, brother, welcome to Macragge.]
Guilliman then uttered his words of welcome.
[You are already very fast. To be honest, I didn't expect the World Eaters to arrive now. ]
Guilliman said, he smiled relaxedly, perhaps even Guilliman did not realize that Angron made him feel relaxed, like an old friend he had known for a long time.
Angron laughed loudly and looked at the ships anchored in the harbor. In addition to the bright blue, there were also silent and dull bone white and green.
[But it looks like we're not the first to arrive?]
Guilliman paused for a moment, a detail Angron noticed.
Guilliman smiled and held out his hand.
[The 14th Legion Death Guard led by Mortarion are also here, but they may leave at any time. ]
Angron thought.
[So Hades is here too? ]
Then, Angron saw Guilliman standing still. Guilliman slowly turned his head, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.
"No, my brother, Angron, Hades is not in Macragge."
Guilliman opened his mouth and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to confirm something.
[You... you also know Hades? ]
Angron laughed. He slapped Guilliman on the shoulder plate so hard that he almost staggered.
[A true warrior makes friends with heroes from all over the world! ]
Angron spoke loudly, as he moved closer to Guilliman,
[Brother, do you think you are the only one who noticed this unique soulless person? ]
Guilliman went over it briefly in his mind. In fact, just like with Dantioch, many times it was indeed only Guilliman who noticed the talents within each legion.
And even then they still kept thinking about it, always waiting for the day when they hoped to come to Macragge.
Guilliman smiled and silently tried to distance himself from Angron. Angron also let Guilliman do so indifferently.
The Lord of Red Sands stood with his hands on his hips, and while talking with Guilliman, he looked at the cultural landscape of Macragge very attentively, as if he wanted to remember it all.
I agree with your point of view.
Guilliman said,
[Talent is a scarce commodity everywhere, let alone a talent with noble character. ]
Guilliman thought about it, and he remembered the pleasant conversation he had with Hades. In this vast galaxy, there were very few people who valued everyone's feelings as much as Guilliman did.
They do not want to view "generalized humanity" as a resource or power, even if they are rulers and have to do so in calculations, but their starting point is still a better life - a better life for everyone.
This is why Guilliman wanted it so, so badly to be Hades.
Most Space Marines have a habit of...disrespecting civilians, even Salamanders have a certain condescending attitude.
Hades had praised the roadside food stalls on Macragge with great interest, and expressed his desire to go and eat there.
Guilliman thought that it would be hard for him to see another warrior say such words, so friendly and sincere.
Unfortunately, none of them are Hades.
Guilliman sighed again, again.
[Oh... my brother, what is Mortarion doing?]
Angron's sudden question interrupted Guilliman's thoughts. Guilliman sighed inwardly.
[He is visiting Macragge.]
Guilliman said,
[I would have loved to have accompanied him, but I had official business to attend to, so I asked my offspring to accompany him.]
Guilliman was silent for a moment, his tone seemed to be a little bit gnashing of teeth.
[He didn't mention his desire to inspect Macragge's defenses—he just seemed to be wandering around bored, and I couldn't understand his behavior.]
Angron responded to Guilliman's words. The Lord of the Red Sands was now staring into the distance, his eyes gleaming with light.
Even though Angron had not yet fully recovered, he still felt... quite intense emotions.
That direction seems to be... Mortarion
I can understand the actions of the Lord of Death.
Angron said, as if he were remembering something funny.
[I met Mortarion once, and it seems that he is also obsessed with Macragge.]
[but,]
Angron paused.
[Should we go check it out, Guilliman? There seems to be a disturbance on your side of Macragge.]
Angron turned his head and saw Guilliman showing a look of helplessness and disgust.
[Mortarion?]
The Lord of Macragge asked tentatively.
Then Guilliman saw the affirmative answer in Angron's eyes.
Mortarion?!
——
In the civilian area far away from the port, a tall, thin, ghostly monster was standing on the street.
Behind him, the crowd was bustling, crowded together, and exclaiming in low voices.
Mortarion lowered his eyes and stared at the snack stand in front of him without saying a word.
The stall owner in front of him looked like he was about to cry, and the mortal looked at the Ultramarines behind the Lord of Death with pleading eyes, but the Ultramarines, who were usually trusted by people, now seemed so insignificant next to Mortarion.
Perhaps only Lord Guilliman can contend with such a giant.
Finally, perhaps because Mortarion had been silent for too long, causing traffic congestion on the street and crowds of people gathered around him, the unlucky Ultramarines beside Mortarion silently took a step forward.
"… grown ups?"
He asked tentatively, and Mortarion raised his hand to stop him from continuing.
Mortarion ordered some of the Macragge specialties on display.
[I want this, this, and this.]
The mortal in front of him seemed to have been pardoned from the death penalty and immediately prepared as quickly as possible. Garo, who was beside Mortarion, stepped forward and the veteran took the pancake-like dessert with cute animals painted on it.
Mortarion turned his head and looked at the Ultramarines who had just stood up.
[You pay, double the money, and then go to Guilliman to collect the money and tell him that this is his treat.]
[…]
[If he doesn't want to, then tell him that he asked Hades to do it.]
Mortarion said without changing his expression.
Yay!
(End of this chapter)