40K: Where did the Emperor go?

Chapter 107 Change
Angron hung up the communication and looked towards the door, thinking about Abaddon's arrival. He frowned, thinking, and as he thought, he felt something growing in his brain, and the wound was itchy, and it seemed that the Butcher's Nail was being pushed out by something.

It looked slow from the outside, but as the Primarch Angron could clearly feel everything that happened to him.

Angron hadn't felt so clear-headed since he was nailed to the Butcher's Nail, and he quickly thought of the troubles caused by his reckless departure from the battlefield.

Horus must have doubted himself. Abaddon's arrival was a test of information, and it didn't matter whether he saw him or not.

Angron thought about it a lot, and he activated the communicator on the armor to contact his Devourer guards.

The Devourer outside Angron's activity area found his communicator ringing, and Angron's voice came from inside.

"All Devourers come here at once."

The twelve Devourers are all confused, this is really the sun of Terra coming out from the west, and the Primarch actually started to contact us.

You must know that the Devourer is the lowest status in the whole legion, and the existence that is most despised by the whole legion. Originally, he has followed the primarch for a long time as the guard of the primarch, so he deserves unparalleled glory, but not in the No.12 legion.

Angron had no affection for the loyal guards of the Devourers, only cold indifference and resentment, and he made no secret of his mockery of them.

The position of the Devourer was no longer a good opportunity for the World Eaters to get close to the Primarch. Everyone knew that Angron despised this group of bodyguards, and they became the target of ridicule by the Legion.

Angron has always been upset when he saw them. In addition to the verbal abuse all day long, there was also the beating and killing when the Butcher's Nails broke out.

It was the first time that Angron took the initiative to find them, and the twelve devourers went to Angron's room area worried.

Angron never allowed them to enter his rest area, so they had to guard the perimeter.

At this moment, the twelve Devourers found that Angron was standing in the aisle outside the room, waiting for them.

Angron approached the twelve Devourers and stretched out his hands. The Devourers panicked, wondering if they had done something wrong again.

They had already closed their eyes and waited for the cruel death to come, but Angron just patted the Devourer at the front on the shoulder: "You guard that room for me, and no one can enter except me, understand?"

"Ah?" The Devourer who was slapped on the shoulder didn't realize it, and asked, and then he regretted it when he realized it, and it was certain that he would be killed if he asked one more question.

But Angron repeated it again: "I said keep it safe. No one is allowed to enter that room except me. Do you understand?"

"Understand" ×12.

The Twelve Devourers shouted back.

Angron walked outside. At this time, the Devourer subconsciously wanted to keep up. Angron turned to look at the people behind him: "What are you doing here?"

One of the Devourers replied: "We are your bodyguards, we have to protect..."

He didn't say the latter words. They knew that every time they followed Angron for this reason, they would be abused and insulted by him, and even killed, but they still said it out of duty.

Angron was silent for a while and then said: "There is something very important to me inside, I hope you can help me keep it."

The originally low hearts of all the Devourers suddenly felt the emotion conveyed by the Primarch, not malicious abuse and contempt, but something they had never experienced before, that is trust and expectation.

Angron's ability to empathize with others returned when the Emperor transferred to himself the Butcher's Nails that Angron and his entire Legion had suffered.

This is also the first time Angron has used his own abilities on his offspring, and he has been the lowest and most despised guard of the Devourer for many years.

The twelve Devourers suddenly felt overwhelmed, they raised and lowered their hands, and one Devourer dropped the weapon in his hand to the ground because of panic.

The muffled sound of the weapon falling was like the warrior's heart falling and smashed into pieces, his fingers were trembling, he was annoyed at being so careless.

He hurriedly climbed down to pick up the weapon, just like picking up his few dignity and responsibilities.

At this moment, a big hand picked up his weapon one step ahead of him, and then stuffed it into his hand: "Here."

The Devourer froze, thankful that he was wearing a helmet so the Primarch and those around him could not see the tears streaming down his face.

But his joy was quickly shattered when Angron removed his helm, its disappearance revealing his tearful face.

Angron suddenly felt very heavy, and something called guilt appeared in his heart. It wasn't that it was always there, but it was covered up by the pain of Butcher's Nails and his rage.

He reached out and wiped away the Devourer's tears, his hands trembling when he saw the Butcher's Nail cable on the back of his head.

He tried his best to put the helmet back on the Devourer, his throat was choked, but he also tried to hold on and said: "Then... there are things in that room that are related to the entire legion, we must... we must look after them, please."

Angron tilted his head. It was the first time he was so afraid of something, afraid of seeing the eyes of his heir.

"Yes" twelve sonorous voices sounded.

"That's how it is." Angron changed his course, and he changed his course with an almost fleeing pace and returned to the room.

In the room, Liu Bi struggled to grab a spoon with trembling hands, scooped up the porridge tremblingly, and moved it to his mouth with difficulty.

Because of the rapid and frequent tremors on the way, a lot of food was scattered all over the table and his body, and there was not much food in his mouth in the end.

The door of the room opened, and Angron returned to the room. At this time, Liu Bi was sitting on the chair, his eyes rolled white, his face twitched, and he alone resisted the pain of all the butcher's nails of the Legion, except that he, even the Primarch, could not do it.

Liu Bi reluctantly turned his face to Angron's direction: "You...you go...back..."

Angron: "Ah, I'm back."

Angron calmly glanced at the slightly cold food already on the table, and the porridge scattered everywhere.

Angron took a chair specially made for the Primarch and sat in front of Liu Bi, then took the spoon and the bowl of porridge in his hand, and began to slowly feed Liu Bi spoon by spoon.

His movements are very careful and gentle. This may be the first time he came to the Legion to do something so carefully.

(End of this chapter)