40K: Where did the Emperor go?

Chapter 152 Angron World Eaters Need a Political Commissar

Angron and Fulgrim boarded the World Eater's ship. At this time, the World Eater was parked above the Earth's orbit for maintenance.

Angron ordered the Tech-Priests to remove all the useless horrific decorations on the suit, rearrange the casting, and recast many places to ensure that it maintains combat effectiveness in the next war.

They walked in the passage of the ship and looked at the engineering team under construction. Angron took a pen and notebook to write down notes.

More construction workers are needed here, building materials are needed there, and reinforcement is needed here.

Fulgrim also helped and contributed his knowledge and wisdom.

Fulgrim said to Angron: "You and your legion have changed a lot. You put down the ax to control your bloodlust, and you picked up the pen to release your wisdom."

Angron: "The same goes for you. I no longer smell the suffocating perfume around you, and your armor is no longer gorgeous."

Fulgrim stretched out his hand to hold on to the railing: "Do you know? I almost killed Ferus. I almost killed my best brother and friend."

Angron: "In the history of the future, you have already killed him."

Fulgrim: "It was Horus who arrived in time. He stopped me from swinging that sword and expelled the demon from my body."

Angron: "What do you think now?"

Fulgrim: "I owe Ferrus, I also owe my legion and all my brothers. What I owe most is our father. I want to kneel down to Ferus and admit my mistake after rescuing my father, even if he I am willing to take my life."

Angron: "I...I can understand your feelings. We all owe too many people and things."

Fulgrim regained his composure and changed the subject: "Now let's see what else we need to do for your legion?"

Angron: "Many areas need to be rectified. The biggest problem is that the World Eaters' long-term fighting philosophy needs to be corrected. Although the Butcher's Order has been eliminated from my legion, their hearts have been damaged by years of killing. Long-term instinct.”

Fulgrim: "It must be implemented both softly and hardly. Use solid military power to restrain their animal nature, and then use gentleness and correctness to guide their hearts onto the right path."

Angron: "I think so too. I plan to introduce a group of military doctors who specialize in psychotherapy into the army, and then..."

Angron did not say anything, because he knew that the next step would be tough measures. To control the Astartes, especially beasts like the World Eaters, they must be shocked with blood.

Fulgrim: "If you are in trouble, I can..."

Angron: "No, you can't."

Fulgrim smiled and said: "Of course this is your legion. It's my fault that I shouldn't interfere."

Angron stretched out his hand to hold Fulgrim's shoulder: "No, I know your good intentions. You want to help me, I understand, but I can't let you be this bad person. You have helped me too much, brother."

This call of brother was filled with Angron's most sincere feelings and gratitude. Fulgrim could feel that his strong empathy allowed their minds to briefly connect.

Fogg felt that the pressure on his body suddenly relaxed a lot. Fulgrim said, "Is this the talent your father gave you?"

Angron: "It's been a long time since I've used it."

Fulgrim: "You have such a useful and gentle ability. Angron, you should be an angel among us. I can feel that you and Vulkan have the same compassionate heart."

Angron punched Fulgrim jokingly: "Are you mocking me, you guy?"

Fulgrim: "I'm telling the truth."

Fulgrim put his hand on Angron's shoulder: "Brother, maybe you are the key to whether we, the traitorous Primarch and the Legion, can get back on the right track. Please help us."

Angron: "I am also a traitor." Fulgrim: "Father helped you get rid of the Butcher's Nail and lifted your curse. I think he has forgiven you a long time ago."

Angron: "I, I can only do my best."

Fulgrim moved Angron's shoulders: "With your words, I feel relieved."

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Angron was correcting documents in his office when there was a knock on his office door.

Angron didn't even raise his head: "Come in."

Karn entered the room, and he saluted Angron.

Angron: "What are you doing here? Didn't I ask you to meet the medical staff?"

Kahn: "I heard that you, the original body, plan to establish a force to oversee military discipline in the legion. The position of the political commissar has not yet been determined."

Angron: "Yes, I will find a candidate soon."

Kahn: "I want to take this position."

Angron: "This is an offending job."

Kahn: "I don't care."

Angron: "I need an army with absolutely strict military discipline. It is no longer a mess. It will not wield weapons against innocent people, and it can do what is ordered and prohibited."

Kahn knelt down on one knee and said to Angron: "I swear that I will train such a team for you."

Angron was very happy. He patted Kahn on the shoulder: "I believe you, okay, I declare..."

"grown ups."

Angron's private server communication suddenly sounded, and Angron asked, "What happened?"

"My lord, a person was teleported into our cabin suddenly, and we have controlled him now."

Angron: "Who is he?"

"He calls himself Kaifas Kane."

"Caiphas Kane?" The Primarch quickly read the message in his mind. He remembered that Horus had used this name, claiming to be from the future imperial political commissar Caiphas Kane.

Angron once had a spiritual link with his father. He saw the days when his father was reborn as a mortal to take care of Horus and Sanguinius, and he knew that in the future there would indeed be such a legendary heroic political commissar that was sung by the empire.

Could this be his father's blessing? He knows what he needs and gives him what he needs.

Angron was happy, but suddenly he stopped being happy when he saw Kahn. He had just agreed to let Kahn take the position of World Eater. Would it hurt Kahn's heart if he went back on his word now?

Kahn looked at Angron: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Angron decided not to say anything now.

Angron said to Kahn: "I know this Caifas Kane. He is a big shot. Let's go and meet him. He will be a legendary political commissar in the future. You must learn from him. This will be helpful to you in the future." The work is very helpful.”

Kahn felt surprised, he was praised by the original body!When has his original body ever praised anyone?The person who can be praised and praised by Lord Angron must be someone with such great Wencheng martial ethics?
(End of this chapter)