Slap!
As chief librarian, Varys for the first time hated his own weakness so much. He was like a kite, being thrown back and forth by the units. His weapon in front of these highly skilled units was like a small toy!
Angron looked at his scion being played with by the Butcher's Nails and felt a momentary reluctance to intervene.
"Enough, stop tormenting my scion!" Angron patted System AI's shoulder.
System AI gestured for the units to bring Varys over. Varys, bruised and swollen, sat before the bonfire. With a weary expression, Varys looked at his Father of the Primarchs.
"my father!" A hint of a sob was in Varys's voice. He now harbored many grievances, especially at the sight of System AI nearby. That indescribable power made Varys tremble with fear.
"You've worked hard, child." Angron feigned a cough, trying to comfort his scion.
Varys saw the normal Angron, and a wave of aggrieved emotion surged in his heart.
"my father, can you tell me what's going on now?" Varys, confused, asked.
"Just as you thought... this is the Butcher's Nails." System AI watched Angron introduce himself, what strict secrecy!
...With a clear mind, when Varys opened his eyes, he knew he had to keep a secret for Angron. This concerned the Primarch. Facing everyone's questions, Varys shook his head. Then everyone saw Angron gloomily open his eyes.
In the Triumph Hall, Varys knew he had uncovered too many of the Primarch's secrets. He didn't know if this was good or bad. The as-yet-unnamed Honor Guard surrounded the Father of the Primarchs, accompanying him. The entire Legion was concerned about the Primarch's mental and physical well-being, but Varys now knew that darkness and danger were hidden within the ship, within the Twelfth Legion.
Even in an era when the Imperial Truth prevailed, those mortals who twisted their faith still harbored such blasphemous ideas.
Varys sighed, looking at the Servitor beside him.
He sighed again. This time he realized that the Butcher's Nails on Angron's head were not inanimate. In the Deshia Arena, they had seen those tyrannical warriors, those things locked outside the cave, a group of lunatics whose emotions could only be calmed by anger and bloodlust.
Previously, Varys and the others believed that Angron had suppressed the torment of the Butcher's Nails with his powerful will.
But now, the Butcher's Nails seemed more like an abominable intelligence.
Varys's heart suddenly grew uneasy. If others in the Legion found out that their Primarch had an abominable intelligence on his head, how would they view this matter?
Did the great Emperor of Mankind know about this?
The blue power armor fluctuated with Varys's slight unease.
"Varys!" When the familiar voice sounded, Varys alertly looked behind him.
It was Gell and Khârn, and the other company commanders.
The ship's cameras slowly twisted. Varys knew what information his brothers wanted from him.
But... "Brothers, His Great Highness Angron might have... might have..."
Varys, you need to think carefully, how to explain away the Butcher's Nails!
"my father might have multiple personality disorder." Forgive me, my father! Forgive me, Emperor! Forgive me... Varys looked conflicted and very pained. When Varys's words hung in the air, the entire Triumph Hall fell silent.
Gell and Khârn were filled with hatred and self-reproach. It was all their fault!
It was because they hadn't protected Angron well that Konrad Curze had found an opportunity!
"Can it be cured?" A centurion stepped forward, his voice trembling.
"Yes... and it's nothing serious. my father's symptoms are nearing full recovery. Everyone, don't worry too much." Varys quickly waved his hands. He couldn't let others know about the Butcher's Nails.
As the camera rotated once.
"Your scions are much more tight-lipped than you, angron unit two!" "Is that a taunt?" Angron asked.
"No, it's a fact." System AI was wandering around inside the Steadfast Resolve. During this time, he found a faint machine spirit. After a moment of thought, System AI directly fed some data to the machine spirit, and the machine spirit, like a hungry child, immediately came closer.
This machine spirit had a natural affinity with System AI.
"Do you want to rename your ship?" System AI suggested.
The name of the Honor Guard, the name of the Glorious Queen.
"What name do you think is good?" Angron came to the Triumph Hall. After a brief rest, he felt he had rested enough.
As countless eyes looked at him, Angron waved to his scions.
"Redemption Guard, how about the redemption?" "A terrible name." Angron scoffed softly, then in front of his many scions, Angron endured System AI's electric shocks while approaching his scions.
"..."
"Alright, my children, I don't know what you are worrying about. I can feel your emotions. Those insects on Terra consider you bloodthirsty executioners, but I know your nature is not bad."
"Gell, we are liberators, existing to redeem those who suffer oppression. I plan to change the name of Steadfast Resolve. What do you think?" Facing Angron's inquiry, everyone knelt in unison.
They had no objections.
"Redemption Guard is the name of my guard, and redemption is the new name for this big fellow. I hope we can bring redemption to the oppressed people, just as we did together on Nuceria!"
Angron looked at his scions; they had no complaints.
"Ahem, I don't know what form my brothers' Legions take, but here, we are father and sons, and also brothers, even family. As long as we don't betray humanity, everything can be spoken freely!"
"For Angron!"
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