[Please come in.] 】

Angelon opened the door before the archangel knocked, and the Lord of the Red Sand raised his eyebrows, silently watching St. Giles, who was smiling awkwardly, raise his hand and stay in the air.

Angron had been watching the battle report indoors, and it was the only thing he had anything to do with the battle since he was forbidden to kill.

Then he felt a fluffy ball of feathers of restlessness, worry, irritability, determination, and determination dangling around the door of the World Eater's lounge.

As he wandered around longer than the maximum timeline Angron could tolerate, Angron decisively opened the door and invited the inwardly hesitant creature in - or chased him away.

Angelon scratched his head irritably, he could feel the oppressive atmosphere in the Nikaia Theater, everyone was restless, restless, with a faint pessimism and anger, which somehow affected Anglon, who was now able to sense emotions.

Maybe he should just bare his teeth and put the nail on the fire, and then kick out the guy who was wandering around the World Eater's lounge, staring at the boring landscape paintings on the wall and trying to find something to say.

The brother is like a damn nobleman, and Angron hates anyone who stands up to the top.

If it weren't for the fact that Angron didn't perceive the slightest arrogance in St. Giles's heart, Angron would never tolerate him staying for so long.

Angron was puzzled, St. Giles was outwardly different from what Angron perceived his inner world, and even though he seemed to be trying his best to comfort himself, the guy was still irritable and anxious - even bloodthirsty.

Anglon frowned and dragged over the two chairs, which let out a piercing screech on the floor, which made St. Giles, who admired the boring landscape paintings, finally turn his head,

[Sit.] 】

Angron said angrily, St. Giles sat down in silence, the archangel seemed to want to speak, but just now Anglon's behavior obviously interrupted his train of thought, making the archangel subconsciously become cautious.

Angelon snapped his fingers, and St. Giles was surprised to see the servant coming over with a plate of desserts and tea, and the Lord of the Red Sand whispered something to eat, so he took a slice of it himself, without hesitation of the archangel.

The angel took the tea, and he smiled,

[Legion Leader of the Blood Angels, St. Giles.] 】

[The World Eater, Anglon.] 】

Angelon stretched out his oil-stained hand, the archangel's smile was still perfect, he also reached out his hand, and the two shook hands.

Angelon's hand was rough and scarred, and the Lord of the Red Sand shook it defiantly.

The angel's smile remains the same.

Angelon let go of his hand, and the son of the mountain spoke, but this time his tone was noticeably less aggressive,

[Brother, could it be that you are really a saint? 】

Before St. Giles could react, Angelon was the first to laugh, and he shook his hand,

[Good grip, say, my brother, what are you doing with me? I don't know more about the empire than any of you. 】

The angel smiled, and he spoke calmly,

[Fallacy, each brother has their own unique vision of the Empire, and even Horus, who was the first to return, cannot claim to know every detail of this behemoth. 】

Angron looked away, grabbed the pastry and ate it casually,

[Don't talk nonsense, St. Giles, just ask, I hate polite words, I grew up in a completely different environment from you people, and Motarian understands etiquette much more than I do. 】

The corners of St. Giles' mouth twitched slightly, not knowing if it was because of Angelon, or Mortarian.

So the archangel went straight in,

[I would like to know how you got in touch with the Lord of the Silent Retreat.] 】

Angelon stopped, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked at the archangel with a frown, as if trying to discern something.

Finally, he asked softly,

You are spiritually troubled, and you are worried that the Lord of the Ashram will punish you? Or is it something else? 】

The archangel's smile shattered, and Angelon heard the cup in St. Giles' hand seem to moan clearly,

The Lord of the Red Sand muttered,

[Good grip, good grip. 】

[I don't understand,]

St. Giles put it mildly,

[How do you know this, I don't think you have had much communication with other legions.] 】

Angelon nodded his head indifferently, and the angel saw the blasphemous mechanical limbs, even if they were terrifying.

[You showed it yourself. 】

The archangel reacted instantly, he blinked,

[This is your ability, Angelon? 】

[So...... Unique? 】

Angelon grinned, and he pointed to St. Giles' awkwardly folded wings in order to sit down,

Brother, you all have wings. 】

The archangel said in disbelief,

This is the power he has given us. 】

Angelon frowned again in confusion, what the archangel said was different from the emotions he reflected in his heart.

But he tacitly skipped the topic, haha, a skill that Angron had learned from Hades, and he had often seen Hades use to skillfully transfer work to Karn and Roque.

But he also learned a lot.

[Yes.] 】

Angelon said,

[So what are you looking for Hades?] If you are worried about the Silent Retreat, then I can assure you with glory that the Silent Retreat will not choose to destroy as long as there is the slightest possibility of salvation. 】

Angron picked up the teacup and drank the cow.

He and the World Eaters were rotten like that, and even if they were rescued, they were still badly injured, and they were of little use to the Empire, and Hades still fished them back.

But...... He thought of Magnus, who seemed to be even more unlucky than him, and Angron remembered the remorse and horror he perceived, but he would not sympathize with the one who crossed the red line.

He jerked down his glass,

[Don't take the initiative to touch those things yourself,]

He remembered the skull blood illusion he had experienced, and he stared at the hesitation of the archangel in front of him,

[Lies, excuses - what you want, what is promised to you, where in the world is there such a good thing?!] It's better for you to go to the emperor, I guess he still likes you, it's much more unreliable. 】

Angelon grinned,

[But no matter how reliable it is, it is not as reliable as Hades's kid.] 】

He smashed his chest with his fist, showing his and the World Eater's righteous anger towards Hades, and at the same time looked at the archangel, St. Giles's mental state was obviously much better now, although he still looked confused and shocked, but at least the wavering color disappeared a lot.

Worthy of the perfect archangel, Angelon said inwardly, having heard of the prestige of angels at the beginning of his return to the Empire—along with Horus's.

St. Giles looked at Angron as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he looked at the gladiator, who looked like a gladiator's brother, but could only kill, and could not say such a thing.

The archangel said softly,

【…… Thank you for the tip, Angelon, I thought it was going to be a tough conversation. 】

Angelon blinked, he let out a hearty laugh, waved his hand, and signaled that the angel could go,

[When you don't have anything, you know that it's not a problem now!] 】

It doesn't mean anything else, the old k is guaranteed.

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(End of chapter)