(The timeline is confusing, and maybe the official history will not appear in the future)
(Warning: the protagonist is going crazy, extremely ooc)
What are they doing
Sanguinius said, sitting on the balcony of the Imperial Palace on Terra, his grey wings folded behind him.
The Primarch looked towards the open space below the balcony and saw a giant in strange costumes running wildly with a large insect net.
"—Lao Mo! Lao Mo!!!"
The distant cry reached the Primarch's ears.
[It looks like Mortarion is going to suffer today.]
Angron, who was sitting opposite the Archangel, couldn't hide his smile. "I don't think he'll be able to escape a manned flight today."
Angron noticed that Sanguinius' wings trembled slightly, and the Lord of Red Sand immediately added the next sentence,
[Don't worry, Angel... He only attacks people who are familiar enough with him.]
The corners of Sanguinius' mouth twitched.
[I take back my thoughts that I did not thank him properly and was preparing to establish a relationship with the dead soul. ]
Angron laughed again, his face already covered in wrinkles as winding as a mountain road.
Angron said.