RNP Chapter 73 Death is a cool summer night, available for people—how can you sleep at this age!
Chapter 73 Death is a cool summer night, available for people—how can you sleep at this age!
Chapter 74 Death is a cool summer night, available for people—how can you sleep at this age!
To turn someone who can empathize with the pain of others into a gladiator who must survive through fighting and killing is undoubtedly an extremely cruel thing.
But what's even more cruel is that, on this basis, they continue to deprive him of the little freedom he has left—emotions and will, and the mentor he regards as his father.
Even more cruelly, when he resolved to revolt against the slave owners, he was forcibly teleported away and watched helplessly as his brothers were wiped out.
Is this the cruelest thing ever?
No, there's more.
Even more cruel than all of the above is that he became a madman, butcher, executioner, and serial killer devoid of morality and honor.
Those were the very people he once despised, loathed, and least wanted to be—and who were also the purest slave gladiators.
Angron thought this was the greatest punishment fate could give him.
But he was wrong; this was still not the ultimate cruelty.
The truly ultimate cruelty lies in the fact that after experiencing everything that came before, to the point that his personality and self were shattered—
He suddenly reverted to his original self, more aware than anyone of his incurable and unforgivable life.
"Please, just end this already."
Angron knelt on the ground and murmured in a voice barely audible.
He himself didn't know who he was talking to, even though many burly warriors in golden armor stood around him, and even though there was a majestic and dazzling figure before him that was impossible to look directly at.
But Angron knew very well that these were just phantoms of memories.
This scene recreates the moment when Angron was forcibly teleported to the orbital flagship by the Emperor.
The reason he has been hiding in this corner of the spiritual realm is not because it brings him peace—in fact, quite the opposite.
This is the place in his memory where he could punish himself the most and where he could feel the deepest pain.
When he suddenly regained his normal thinking ability a few days ago and broke free from the Butcher's Nails for the first time in years, the first emotion he felt again besides anger was not peace, joy, or freedom...
All that remains is utter regret and hatred.
He hated the slave owners of Nukelia, he hated the emperor who treated him as a tool, and he hated his brother who was also using him—
He also hated the man who forced him to wake up from his daze.
But what he hates even more is himself, who has completely degenerated over the years, with his hands stained with the blood of innocent people, and who is now burdened with sins.
That's why he locked himself in this place.
On that day, besides the slave rebellion army that collapsed due to the disappearance of its leader, and the guards that were torn apart by the wrathful Primarch, there was also a desperate soul named Angron.
Angron is long dead, and should have died long ago.
At this moment, Angron only wanted to wait here for death once again.
For him, death was not frightening.
Death, like a cool summer night, offers a peaceful and carefree sleep...
"But how can you sleep at your age!"
Ok?
Angron realized that it wasn't his own voice—even the preceding words sounded like they had been interrupted by someone else.
He had just looked up when he saw a dazzling beam of light through the porthole of the Busifaras.
In this realm of the mind, an attack itself is a transmission of information.
"Stop slacking off! Forget sleeping, get up and party!"
Boom!!
The Busyfalas, once the flagship of the Imperial Army, was hit, destroyed, and crashed by this plasma beam. Of course, this is impossible in reality, but in the realm of the mind, as long as someone firmly believes that it can be done, any scene can be recreated.
More importantly, from the moment this intense will struck him, Angron, who was born with the ability to absorb and sense the emotions of others, found it difficult to isolate himself again.
After experiencing the agonizing crash that left him shattered and engulfed in flames, Angron was disappointed to find that he had not lost consciousness from the excruciating pain. Even buried under layers of warship wreckage, he could still faintly hear voices talking.
"Gongyou! The power of that strike just now was no less than that of Marquis Wen shooting the halberd at the gate back then!"
"You flatter me, Liu Bei. I was merely... wait, is that part actually historical fact? I thought Luo Guanzhong was just bragging—we'll talk about that later. Let's deal with this little Lü Bu problem first."
Sun Qian reached into the crevice of the warship wreckage, grabbed the cables of the Butcher's Nail, and yanked the massive body out with a thud.
"Although you are far inferior to Lü Bu in every way except that you also killed your adoptive father."
Angron slowly raised his eyelids, his tired and listless gaze falling on the two Space Marines in front of him.
"Trying to provoke me with this won't work; it's nothing compared to the Butcher's Nail."
His voice was unusually calm, even carrying a sense of emptiness as if he had given up on everything.
"I will not help you, but I will not be your enemy either. I am a loser who should have left the stage long ago. Who wins or loses this war is none of my business. I suggest you don't waste your time and energy on me."
No sooner had Angron finished speaking than a deafening roar came from not far away, as if the demon was accelerating its approach in that direction.
Seeing this, Liu Bei frowned and spoke to Anglong in a sincere tone.
"Lord Angron! The Human Empire is on the verge of collapse due to treacherous traitors and chaotic demons. I can sense that you still possess a heart of benevolence. If the general can regain his strength and fight alongside us, we will surely be able to..."
"What can I do? Help you get rid of Horus and solidify that tyrant's throne? Let me continue to be a tool, a hound, leading those pathetic warriors whose lives have been twisted by my gene-seeds, to shed blood for a corrupt regime that enslaves humanity?"
Anglong interrupted Liu Bei, speaking in a low, hoarse voice.
"If you truly possess any benevolence in your heart, then letting me peacefully face death is true mercy!"
Liu Bei was speechless for a moment, but he still persisted in pleading.
"But General, your descendants are currently being slaughtered and manipulated by demons."
"That's not my responsibility. They chose to fight, and it's the result of your meddling and interference."
Anglong answered rationally and decisively, with almost no emotional fluctuation.
"They were originally capable of thinking clearly and would have devoted themselves to the cause of fighting against the false emperor under the leadership of the Butcher's Nail—your blind loyalty has inflicted more suffering on them."
Liu Bei stared at Anglong with disbelief, and just as he was about to say something more, unwilling to give up...
"Wait, Uncle Liu, let me do it."
"
Sun Qian stopped Liu Bei, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Your expertise lies in your great talent and strategic vision to save the world and bring peace to the people, but negotiation and bargaining are the duties of me, Sun Qian, Sun Gongyou."
"You? I already told you, don't waste your time. It's impossible to persuade me to assist the Empire."
"It's entirely possible."
Switch to the [Standard Version Sun Qian] character card and activate.
After demonstrating his abilities, he smiled confidently at the success rate.
"And I never said I wanted you to assist the Empire; quite the opposite. What I wanted to tell you is that only by stopping your slacking off and helping us..."
Amidst the stunned expressions of Liu Bei and Anglong, Sun Qian spoke calmly and slowly.
"Only I can fulfill your dream and overthrow the Emperor's throne in Terra!"
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