Angron forcibly suppressed his Butcher's Nail. He once fed his own blood to his gladiator brothers and sisters, and used his spiritual energy to comfort them.

Even though he was devastated by the Butcher's Nail, he never gave up his kindness and kindness to his brothers and sisters.

"He...he is a failed father." Luojia looked at Angron and sighed sadly, "He is not a successful god, let alone a person who is for himself."

"What?"

"He loves you, he loves me, he loves Koze, he loves every original body, and he loves humanity, but his love is limited, so he can only move forward through pain and suffering time and time again."

Angron and the other Primarchs seemed forgotten, abandoned by the Emperor, abandoned to Nuthria.

"Huh, before he came to me, he talked to Guilliman, held celebrations with you, killed orcs with Horus, and never cared about us lost primarchs."

Lorgar looked at Angron, who was still angry and wanted to say something, but didn't say anything. She stood up and looked at the injured Astartes.

"It's up to you! Angron, although everyone understands the truth, it is difficult to make the truth become reality. If you want to make the war dogs and world eaters better, then go ahead! If you

I don’t care if it continues to be a mess.”

Lorgar could only feel anger and laziness at this moment. Her energy was still being consumed by something, and she didn't want to care about Angron now.

We are all primarchs, and no one is nobler than you.

If he wants to make other Primarchs turn around, he can only ask the people he loves to explain it clearly, and Lorgar cannot do that.

Koze snorted in dissatisfaction. He looked at the seriously injured Astartes. He saw them now with his right eye, and what he saw with his left eye was: they were still drinking and chatting on the battleship.

He realized that his ability to predict was not a great existence, nor was it the real future.

He was controlled and kidnapped by the prophecy, and almost caused his legion to fall, and he failed to live up to his ideal: justice.

"It's really sad!" Coze looked at the other two primarchs in front of him, "We are just a group of losers. Maybe Lorgar succeeded."

Lorgar ignored Curze and lit a golden flame in her hand, "Erebus, you are responsible for calling the Emperor, and I will heal these Astartes."

Erebus took out the Book of Holy Words with one hand and held the statue of the Emperor with the other, and began to pray to the Emperor.

Lorgar began to take care of the Astartes closest to her. She knelt beside the World Eater and looked at the mark on his body.

"Kahn, the famous Astartes, do you have any special relationship with Erebus?"

"No, I have a very good relationship with Angeltai."

"Ah?" Lorgar frowned, "You World Eaters, especially you, do you have any personal charm? The first captain of the Imperial Fists, my chief priest and chapter master, were abducted by you?"<

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Kahn didn't know what to say at this moment, and turned around to look at the other Word Bearers hoping for an answer.

Farr shook his head at this, "Just laugh at Mother's cold joke."

Luojia nodded and stretched out his hand to touch Kahn's body, "Your ribs are broken, and a heart is damaged by subspace. I will cure it for you, Kahn."

Golden flames wrap around Kahn's body, and his body is being repaired and evolved by Lorgar's spiritual energy, allowing him to recover quickly and fight again.

Curze stretched and looked at the World Eater lying on the sand. In his eyes, this World Eater would die in the desert. What would happen if he helped?

He began to treat the Astartes, following the methods of the Night Lords. Of course, the Astartes had passed out and could not feel Curze's treatment.

Otherwise, he would have to pass out.

Angron watched his brothers and sisters take care of his son. He did not expect that his sisters would worry about his son, those miserable World Eaters.

They were like lap dogs to Angron, but at this time Angron recalled that this was probably his love for himself.

A son's love for his father.

For this reason, the World Eaters can accept Angron's Butcher's Nails, accept Angron's insults, and accept Angron's humiliation.

The Primarch of the Twelfth Legion felt disgusted for a moment. Love others first and love yourself first. Are these people giving up their dignity as Astartes for their own happiness?

[You should love your son, Angron, just as I love you.] Angron recalled his adoptive father's words to him, [Love them, if the World Eaters fight for the Emperor, we will too.

I will be reborn as your Astartes.]

Angron frowned with dissatisfaction. He had to teach his son well when he went back and make his legion even better. But what should he do?

"You..." Angron didn't know what to say. He recalled that his adoptive father was kind to him and kinder to his brothers and sisters.

He wants to get involved, but doesn't know how to say it.

"How...should I manage my son?"

Cozz couldn't help laughing, "You ask me and Lorga? You really can't figure it out, right?"

Angron also understood that Curze was not the one running the legion, he was asking about Lorgar.

"You shouldn't ask me, Angron. Your situation is very similar to that of Holy Leth. If you want to manage the Legion, you should ask Guilliman, Horus, and Holy Leth."

"Why? Doesn't your son love you?"

Lorgar sighed, healed Kahn and walked to the next Astartes, "My legion was raised by me, and the situation is different from yours."

"The biggest problem of the Word Bearers Legion back then was the tendency to self-destruct and the curse. I came back to declare innocence, solve the curse bit by bit, and then introduce the best soldiers from my home planet."

"Then I mainly work as a psychiatrist, taking care of my son's fighting situation and the management work submitted. Basically, there is nothing special that worries me."

Lorgar continued: "The problem with the World Eaters is that they are too eager for your love, Angron, but you don't know what love is. The problem with the Night Lords is that the recruits are scum and scum, and the veterans still have a sense of justice."<

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Kahn spoke: "Do you have any ideas?"

Lorgar joked: "How about the Night Lords and the World Eaters go to the Five Hundred Worlds to recruit troops and introduce the kind people of Guilliman into their own legions."

Curze and Angron shouted in unison: "Impossible!"

"Why?"

Curze gritted his teeth and said: "Guilliman is an arrogant bastard."

Angron nodded, "Guilliman is mentally ill. He doesn't know what honor is."

"If I were Guilliman, I would be absolutely speechless. He is the kind of brother who wants to help. On the surface, he comes to help with aloofness, but in fact, he is very happy on the inside."

"Ha!" Coz shook his head, "Impossible."

"Curze, just find Guilliman, the Ultramarines, the Word Bearers, the Imperial Fists, and Perturabo to take control of your home planet."

"Impossible."

Lorgar ignored Curze and continued:

"With your narrow self-esteem, if you ask Dorn for help, Dorn will definitely agree rigidly on the surface. In fact, until the problem is solved, Dorn will be thinking about you."

"Perturabo will definitely come here happily. You can say it again when the time comes: I have a city for you to govern and a city for Dorne. I think you will be better than Dorne when the time comes, but Lorgar

If you think Dorn is good, I believe you are good."

"When you say that, Perturabo not only happily works for you, but also thanks you for giving him a chance to prove that he is better than Dorne."

"When Guilliman came over, he was absolutely happy. You and I talked about the Five Hundred Worlds, and then talked about the issue of his home planet. Guilliman immediately planned a development route for the next ten thousand years. It's really not possible for the Five Hundred Worlds civil servants.

Pull over hundreds of thousands of them, and add extreme warriors as bodyguards to manage them for you."

"I am there to promote the truth of the empire and improve the people's basic moral level."

"Hahaha!"

Angron and Curze laughed after hearing Lorgar's words, and even the World Eater Astartes couldn't help laughing.

After Lorgar finished speaking, he looked at Coze and Angron, "How is it? Why are you laughing?"

"I think the other people are quite consistent. You are definitely not promoting the truth of the empire by running over there." Coze looked at his sister, "Everyone knows what you want to do."

"No! I am the disseminator of the empire's truth."

"If you imagine a world where half the world's population believes in the God-Emperor, right?"

"Isn't there still half a belief in the Empire's truth? Let's look at the other half!"

Angron responded: "The other one is a potential believer."

"A believer in Imperial Truth."

"Is there any believer in the Imperial Truth? Now it seems that the Imperial Truth is just a lie."

"Oh! Listen to me and explain to you the truth about the creation of an empire by the great God Emperor who does not believe in gods. This is required knowledge in the Book of Holy Words."

Coze looked at the quibbling Lorgar and fell silent. He also understood that in order for his legion to rise, he needed good enough recruits, and the candidates in Five Hundred Worlds were good enough.

But he didn't think it was possible. He didn't want to humble himself and beg Guilliman, and the Five Hundred Worlds were not his.

But Coz thought of one thing, that is, criminals are not necessarily evil. In the worlds he conquered, some people were persecuted, and the empire did not care about them.

When the time comes to recruit new recruits, you can recruit from high-quality criminals and recruit talents from various worlds conquered by the Midnight Lords to dilute the criminal atmosphere within the Midnight Lords.

Then for the internal reform of the Night Lords Legion, the Lord of the Night Lords personally shared his code of justice and transformed the Night Lords bit by bit. The situation on the home planet can indeed be similar to that of Lorgar. Anyway, other original bodies work for him for free.
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Moreover, this situation was something that Coates had not foreseen. He could definitely regard this as a test to challenge his prophecy ability.
To be continued...