Chapter 527

Cold, cruel,

The emotion that Hua Di Huang had just stirred up in his heart indeed made An Ge Long Zhong feel sincerity,

An Ge Long Zhong realized in horror that, although his heart was full of hatred for Hua Di Huang,

when Hua Di Huang showed some sincerity and expressed deep helplessness and pain, An Ge Long Zhong actually instinctively felt regret,

one could even say that An Ge Long Zhong actually felt "love" for his father,

this was simply unimaginable; Hua Di Huang was clearly someone An Ge Long Zhong hated, yet An Ge Long Zhong was almost tempted by his spirit and felt instinctive love for him,

only when Hua Di Huang opened his mouth and stated that he hoped An Ge Long Zhong would become his tool again did An Ge Long Zhong suddenly snap back to his senses,

everything Hua Di Huang had just shown was merely because these displays were more efficient and more beneficial for humanity,

everything he said to An Ge Long Zhong was treating An Ge Long Zhong as a tool, and a repaired tool at that,

his view of An Ge Long Zhong was no different from ten thousand years ago; An Ge Long Zhong was simply a broken tool back then, and now An Ge Long Zhong is a repaired tool, that is all.

"False Emperor!!!"

The coldness in An Ge Long Zhong's heart prompted him to let out a low roar, questioning Hua Di Huang:

"My answer is only that I will not be your slave!!"

"You shaped me as a slave, and still expect me to work for you?!"

The dried corpse gazed coldly at An Ge Long Zhong, with no emotion visible in his hollow eyes,

"I have never viewed you as a slave; you are a tool."

"The original purpose of shaping you was also to make your brothers and myself into qualified tools."

"You can perceive the emotions in other people's hearts; whether good or bad, you can dispel these emotions."

"Whether it is pain, pride, doubt, hesitation, arrogance, or twistedness... you can eliminate all of these."

"If you had not been broken, Fulgrim, Mortarion, Perturabo... many Primarchs would not have fallen, and I would not have hesitated several times toward you during the Great Crusade."

"Pity, the Gods determined that your existence would hinder them from corrupting other Primarchs, and manipulated fate to turn you into a slave."

Countless voices wove together in a jumble as Hua Di Huang corrected An Ge Long Zhong in a nearly flat tone,

it was the Gods who turned An Ge Long Zhong into a slave; Hua Di Huang never viewed An Ge Long Zhong as a slave,

An Ge Long Zhong was merely a tool, and Hua Di Huang hoped he would not overthink it.

An Ge Long Zhong's eyes bulged as if about to split; if not for the Taro Maru suppressing him, he would have rushed forward right now and strangled Hua Di Huang's neck.

"I know you hate me; no, not you; you no longer have the function of hate."

"It is humanity that hates me; how many people did I kill ten thousand years ago? How many worlds did I slaughter?"

The Lord of Red Sand ground his teeth and questioned:

"You do not care about me; you treat me as a tool, but what about the common people?"

"The souls of the dead hate me, and those who once escaped from my hands are still cursing me."

"When they see me return to the Imperium, what will their feelings be?"

"This is unimportant; you were equally unrespected by common people ten thousand years ago." Hua Di Huang's voice overlapped as he answered An Ge Long Zhong's question: "What matters is that in my prophecy, the Red Angel will lead humanity to find the path to the future."

This was a prophecy Hua Di Huang had made earlier when communicating with Zhou Yun,

in this prophecy, the Red Angel An Ge Long Zhong would be the key point guiding the fate of the galaxy.

"I do not know anything about the fate of the galaxy." An Ge Long Zhong answered coldly:

"My own fate has only two options."

"Either you execute me, or I will go to the planet with the most slaves, lead them to rebel against the slave masters, until everything is destroyed."

The instant An Ge Long Zhong finished speaking these words, he suddenly fell silent,

then Hua Di Huang also seemed to fall silent for a moment,

afterwards, both of them turned in unison to look at Zhou Yun, who was sitting in the corner, munching on a dorayaki and watching Hua Di Huang and An Ge Long Zhong trade words,

it seemed they had just remembered,

that the control over An Ge Long Zhong was in Zhou Yun's hands,

the Taro Maru was his item.

Whether to kill An Ge Long Zhong or use An Ge Long Zhong, this choice did not lie with An Ge Long Zhong himself, nor with Hua Di Huang, but only in Zhou Yun's hands.

"And you?"

An Ge Long Zhong's voice was hoarse:

"What kind of Divine Lord are you? As cruel as Hua Di Huang? As having no other choice as Hua Di Huang?"

"I am not a god." Zhou Yun stuffed the dorayaki into his mouth and stared at An Ge Long Zhong as he answered.

He was indeed thinking, thinking about exactly how An Ge Long Zhong would guide the fate of the galaxy,

An Ge Long Zhong was neither Sanguinius nor Konrad Curze, possessing extraordinary prophetic abilities,

what Hua Di Huang gave him was essentially the ability to heal the mind,

how could this ability guide the future of the galaxy?

After thinking for a while, Zhou Yun felt he might have fallen into a mental trap,

perhaps the key lay not in An Ge Long Zhong's ability, but in An Ge Long Zhong's own... value?

Hua Di Huang probably had thoughts similar to Zhou Yun's,

his words just now were cold and ruthless, seemingly pushing An Ge Long Zhong to return to the Imperium and serve the Imperium,

but he spoke too stiffly, as if provoking An Ge Long Zhong to make the other choice, making An Ge Long Zhong place his hope on Zhou Yun.

In fact, in Zhou Yun's view, there was simply no option for An Ge Long Zhong to serve the Imperium again,

the Taro Maru that Kharn gave An Ge Long Zhong had a time limit, with only thirty minutes of effect,

a Taro Maru without a time limit was terrifyingly expensive,

Although there were other methods to continue controlling Angron later, none were as secure as the Momotaro Pills.

It was better to

"I have a compromise."

Zhou Yun's lips curled into a slight smile: "I can let Angron die, ending your bitter life."

Saying this, Zhou Yun glanced at Angron, then turned his head to look at Hua Di Huang: "Or I can let Angron dedicate his value to the Empire and to humanity."

"Angron, are you willing to enter my bag?" Zhou Yun asked with a smile.

Angron paused, then moments later, he perceived some of Zhou Yun's thoughts, sensed Zhou Yun's emotions, and understood the general function of the four-dimensional pocket on Zhou Yun's stomach.

The corner of the Lord of Red Sand's lips revealed a faint smile,

for this choice seemed far better to him.

Although he did not know where that pocket led, in Angron's view, even death was preferable to being a tool of the Emperor in this world.

"I accept." For the first time in the Lord of Red Sand's life, he decided his own fate; even if this fate might be total death, Angron still accepted it.

The Lord of Red Sand took steps and walked to Zhou Yun's front,

Zhou Yun nodded slightly to him, grabbed Angron's arm, and dragged him into the four-dimensional pocket.

(End of this chapter)