Angron pondered.

He stood on the bridge of his flagship, his blue and white uniform neatly dressed.

The garment was commissioned by the war dogs before they set out, and it comes from an ancient and prestigious family of dressmakers whose ancestors are said to have made clothes for the emperor.

The war dogs didn't give much for the garment, and the family bluntly left it behind when they heard that it was meant to be dedicated to an original entity who was about to return to the Empire.

The dress itself is loose, but it looks serious and elegant, and the two colors complement each other. Brings a balanced and subtle temperament. It's austere, but it's by no means atmospheric.

Angron was usually serious when he didn't speak, and now, with this garment, and the steel braids hanging from his head, he was forced to add something more terrifying to his seriousness—but the original body of the war dogs did not obscure his expression, and he still seemed calm.

"My lord—"

"—call me that one more time, and I'll throw you out, Karelian." Angron turned his head, a smile on his face that was not so gentle as a normal person.

He looked at his gladiator brother, who shrugged his shoulders and replied with a Nukerian proverb: "A beast of prey does not lay a hand on a stone." ”

"I'm not a beast, and you're not a rock."

"I'd rather be a stone." Gladiator said. "I still feel dizzy when I see these big windows on the ship."

"Just look at the habit." Angron grinned, his voice mutilated, but his face remained calm. "These stars don't sting your feet like sand."

"yes, but they're going to scare me to death." Karelian sighed.

He stood by Angron as a mortal, but he didn't look grovelling, and the Genogen didn't see anything wrong with it. They really talked like a pair of brothers.

Karn took in the matter, then looked away, nodding softly to the other wardog standing guard by the bridge door, who said himself with a tiny jaw, though neither of them spoke, but Karn could guess what he was talking about.

I don't understand Nukeriyah either! ’

"Really? You didn't sleep all night the first day you got on the boat, and Kleist told me. She said you stare out the window all night. ”

Carrelian laughed, and the gladiator uttered a long list of expletives in a pretended odd tone, and Angron couldn't help but laugh - this was not Karelian's ability, but the ability of a dead gladiator named Krull.

He always spoke like that when he was alive. When he was whipped, he said, when he was beaten, he said that he could not eat enough, and when he was full, he said that he was full. Except for sleeping, his mouth never stopped.

Of course, he had shut up forever.

But there are still people in the world who remember him.

However, after laughing, they all fell silent.

The gladiator and his giant brother lowered their heads and gazed together at the black metal floor of the bridge. Above them, a huge banner dyed red from blue and white with blood was slowly fluttering. Jill Baldwin and the rest of the war dead lined it up densely on it.

"That man—is he really dead?" After a while, Karelian asked.

"Yes." Angelon said. "He's dead, Karn saw him disappear with his own eyes."

"Karn?"

Angron turned his head sideways and pointed with his thumb to the man behind him in lieu of answer.

Carrelian was silent again, and only spoke again after a long time: "He saved you, Angrand. ”

"I know."

"And those blue warriors, Ultramarines, huh? And them, they saved us. ”

"Yes."

"How many people died?" The gladiator asked.

"A lot." Angron replied calmly, a huge number flashing through his mind. The only reason he didn't say it was because Karelian didn't understand the concept of the number. He just had to say a lot and the gladiators would understand what it meant.

"All died for us?"

"Nope." Angron replied in a low voice. "It's for me."

"You are our brothers, and if they died for you, then they died for us too."

"It's different, Karelian." Angron said softly. "They are my heirs, and they have my blood in their veins, and they are haunted by bad luck because they came to see me, and they have nothing to do with you."

"So, what about him? The guy named Karil Lohars? The gladiator raised his head and stared at his brother intensely. His death is always related to us. ”

Angron sighed.

He knew what his siblings wanted to do. They want to fight, they want revenge, just like they've always done in the past.

Slave gladiators were forced to fight anything in the bunkers, sometimes against each other, sometimes with dangerous beasts. It was a blessing to die at the hands of another gladiator, but if they died at the hands of wild beasts, they would have no complaints, knowing that someone would avenge them.

"I know we can't help you now, Angron, maybe we've never helped ever. But we won't just stay on your ship and slowly turn into pot-bellied aristocrats. We are still gladiators, we fought for dignity and survival, and we still are. ”

The gladiator looked at his brother solemnly, almost staring and persecuting.

Angron looked back calmly and shook his head: "Do you think I let you on board to make you noble?" ”

"If we don't fight, sooner or later we'll become the same crumbs as those slave owners." Karelian said in disgust. "We haven't read and we're illiterate, but we're definitely not stupid and we're not going to make ourselves blind."

"We could see before that you were different from ours, so we can see now what this ship of yours and these warriors of yours really are. You are an army, Angelon, and this army is made up of giants, such giants—"

He gestured to Karn and the other dogs on the bridge.

"—They wore such iron armor and held such sharp swords. And they all listen to you, so, what are you? ”

Angron finally frowned and shouted in a low voice: "I won't become a beast like them!" ”

"But what about us?" The gladiator asked.

Angron was stunned, he didn't realize what his brother was talking about for the first time, and after a short half second, he began to understand.

"We're sure you won't be like that, but what about us, Angrand?" Gladiator repeats again.

"We're not like you, you've been able to recover from multiple injuries, you can knock those behemoths down with one hand - admit it, Angelon, you're our brother, but you've never been the same as we were."

"I understood it the first time I saw you. You won't turn into something like them, but what about us? We are just gladiators, Angeland, we have to fight, we have to remember who we really are, or we forget. You invited us aboard, and out of brotherly and sisterly affection, we followed, but you can't ask us to give up our birthright freedom. ”

The gladiator Karelian stretched out his right hand, four fingers together, bent, thumb outstretched, and made an ancient gesture. He looked at his brother—at the brother who was far taller and nobler than him, and demanded dignity with the toughest gesture.

"We must fight, and gladiators will repay their kindness and revenge."

Angrand was silent, and after three minutes, he reached out and took the hand, clasping it tightly in a gladiatorial swear.

Then he turned around and called his current commander of the eighth company in Gorgothic. Karn walked briskly over to his original and glanced through the eyepiece at Karelian.

His primordial form spoke slowly.

——

"I've added a new auxiliary." Angron said to Robert Killiman's holographic projection.

Killiman pondered for a moment, the holographic projection coming to life, every detail of his face clearly visible in the pale blue technological artifact. After a while, he nodded, "Your brothers and sisters?" ”

"Yes." The original body of the war dogs closed their eyes, supported the iron platform with both hands, and sighed.

The bridge was now empty, and the technical sergeants and crew from the Glory of Maculag had left for the time being, and Angron politely begged them to leave, he needed some time alone.

"So, do you have something to say?"

"Yes." Angelon said.

His eyes were still closed, his face trembling, the effects of the Butcher's Nail would stay with him forever, and Angron had begun to get used to the reduced pain.

Robert Killiman's hologram turned around and gestured around. It took a moment before he spoke.

"Then say it, brother."

Angron opened his eyes.

"When did you start. Realize that we are different from everyone else? He asked with difficulty.

"That's a good question." Robert Killiman nodded thoughtfully. "From when I was a kid — from the time I bent over into the classroom, but still had my head on my head."

He laughed, not serious, but bitter.

"Actually, I've been reminded of this all the time. I wanted to play with kids my age, but they turned me down on the grounds that I was 'big like a monster'. ”

Angron didn't answer the sentence, he knew that Robert Killeman was right.

"I understand this very well now." Kiriman continued. "If a civilian who doesn't know anything about the genetic protogens sees us, his first reaction will definitely not be respect."

"He will be suspicious, he will be surprised, he will even be afraid. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, no matter how much you have a lot of knowledge. It's hard for them to understand and accept us, Angron. The populace will look up to you, they will worship you as a god, they will even kneel down to you, they will put the word holy on the things you have used, but they will not walk with you. ”

Robert Killiman pursed his lips and smiled sadly and calmly.

"Someone once said that the protoplasm is a perfect creature without defects, and I don't know who said that, but I want to tell him that we are also defective. We have too much strength, but we are no different from ordinary people in terms of emotions and reactions, our flaws are here, we are beyond ordinary people, but we have to walk with ordinary people. ”

He looked up, and there was a fluctuation in the holographic projection. His voice began to become soft and ethereal, as if coming from the far end.

"Otherwise we're going to be something terrible."

"Become a monster?" Angron asked in a low voice.

"No, it's worse than that." Kiliman said. "Will become a monster in the name of a god."

"Lorga Aurelian?"

“.”

Kiriman looked at Angron in amazement, and the corners of the latter's mouth curled up before he realized that he had been deceived—the Lord of Maculag couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"Luo Jia is not a monster, he is warm and kind, and although I don't like his beliefs, I respect him as much as he respects me."

"I haven't seen him, so I'll tell you when I see him in person, and I don't agree with you." Angelon said. "As for now. How far are we from Nostramo? ”

Killiman sighed, he raised his right hand, took off the laurel wreath, and wiped it: "We didn't make a subspace voyage, so, judging by the time it takes to sail between Maculag and Nostramo. We should have another half a month. ”

"It's been four and a half months." Angron clasped his hands together with a serious expression. "And I still haven't figured out how to face Konrad Coetze"

Neither do I, brother.

Standing on the bridge of the Glory of Macurag, Robert Killeman sighed softly. He also doesn't know how to deal with his brother, whom he has never met - the first time we met, hello, I brought news about the death of your adoptive father. He died in one. I can't tell you why, we didn't find his body, and we can't tell you the truth. We're sorry.

And then what? Is it just sorry?

Kiriman closed his eyes in pain, however, something had happened. At this point, there is no room for argument.

He spoke again.

I'm going to bring no one to meet with him." Kiliman said. "He's going to get emotionally out of control, he's going to - he's probably going to try to attack me, and if any one of my legions is there, it's going to get bad. It's already a serious political issue, Angeland."

"Are you still thinking about politics?"

"I have to." Robert Killeman replied. "Otherwise my sanity will keep telling me one thing over and over again."

"What's the matter?"

Kiriman looked at his brother's holographic projection steadily, and said slowly, "I killed our brother's adoptive father. ”

Angron turned his head sideways and said nothing more, except for a word.

"I'll go with you then."

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