Today, I and my companions will die fighting on this planet."

Facing this answer, the emperor's face showed a slight look of displeasure.

He could feel that the Primarch No. 12 in front of him had a feeling of disgust towards him, and there was a strange thing in the other party's body, which made the other party who should have been extremely perfect, present a defective product.

The quality of...

More than ten minutes passed.

After many unsuccessful conversations, the Emperor returned to his battleship in an unhappy mood.

Angron endured the sting caused by [Butcher's Nail] and looked at his companions who were not far away with puzzled faces and whispered:

"Get ready, the battle is about to begin!"

He could feel that the troops sent by the upper-level dignitaries were approaching quickly, and he was far from being a match for them.

At this moment, perhaps it was because he felt that his death was approaching.

Angron suddenly felt more relaxed than ever before.

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In a battleship in outer space.

Looking at the screen, there were soldiers thousands of times more numerous than Angron and the others, wearing power armor and holding power weapons, and were about to come into direct contact with them.

After all, the Emperor couldn't stand the senseless destruction of his important creation.

Gathering his own spiritual energy.

Angron, who was leading his companions and preparing to fight the enemy, was forcibly teleported into the spaceship.

And Angron, who was in the same place with his companions one second and was in a strange place the next second, looked extremely surprised when faced with this situation!

It wasn't until he saw the emperor that he understood what had happened.

At this moment, furious emotions appeared in his heart uncontrollably!

Angron roared madly: "What have you done! They need me! My companions need me!"

He pulled out the sharp blade at his waist and pointed it at the emperor!

He snapped: "Let me go back quickly!!"

As he spoke, out of the corner of his eye, he saw on the screen of the battleship that his companions were being hacked to death by ferocious enemies while they were helpless without their leader!

Veins suddenly popped out from his forehead!

The surrounding Imperial Guards looked at Angron who dared to raise his sword towards the Emperor without any hesitation.

They immediately tried to join forces to capture him!

Angron, in a rage, waved his blade with all his strength in the face of the Imperial Guards who dared to pounce:

"Quick!! Let me go back!!"

It only took a little over ten seconds.

Relying on the strong physical fitness brought by the Primarch, the surrounding Imperial Guards suffered casualties.

But in the next moment, an extremely large amount of spiritual energy was exerted on Angron's body, making him unable to make any movements anymore.

It was at this time, under Angron's fierce glare, that the last rebel on the screen died tragically under the enemy's butcher knife with a look of shock on his face!

His confused look was like a brand, deeply imprinted on Angron's heart.

He seemed to hear the other party asking why he disappeared suddenly.

"Why!! You can obviously save them easily, why do you choose to watch with a calm face??"

"I am the Emperor, and my mission is to save human civilization!

On a planet, the actions of a pitifully small number of rebels resisting slave owners are not worthy of my unnecessary attention. I hope you know how to choose..."

Faced with this direct answer full of contempt, a huge sense of humiliation instantly filled Angron's heart:

"I should have died in Nucoria, but you destroyed my glory!! All that's left now is Angron, just a wraith!!"

The Emperor used his own spiritual power to restrain him, threw him into the healing chamber, and replied:
Chapter completed!