Angron

"Big guy, these robots seem to think we're criminals."

Raven, perched on the Emperor's shoulder, widened its eyes.

It watched the drones and robots, which were continuously sounding alarms, with curiosity.

"These should all be enforcers. If I'm not mistaken, this is a civilization that has handed over law enforcement power to machines."

The Emperor conversed with Raven through telepathy.

"And what's this Citizen 13145209527? Does he own the entire planet?"

Raven recalled the mechanical, repetitive message received by the Imperium's diplomats as their fleet approached Auctis III.

The Emperor didn't answer, as he didn't understand the situation either.

After several warnings, the drones and robots saw that the Emperor and his retinue had not paid their fines.

Nor had they stopped their theft, so they launched an attack.

The Adeptus Custodes activated the power fields of their halberds and, in the span of a single breath, reduced these drones and robots to scrap metal.

[Encountered violent resistance to enforcement, requesting support from the Enforcement Center]

[Encountered violent resistance to enforcement, requesting support from the Enforcement Center]

Before the last robot was destroyed, it reported the situation to the Enforcement Center.

Soon, more and stronger enforcement units would arrive.

"Are you from other planets?"

A man wearing a breathing helmet looked around, and after confirming there was no danger, he walked up to the Emperor and his group.

A nearby Custodian stepped forward, blocking the man, and answered his question.

"Yes, we are from other planets."

The man nodded. "Before I came out, I saw some news circulating online saying a massive fleet had appeared in orbit. I thought it was just netizens joking around, but it seems it's real."

The man continued, "By the way, are you here to conquer this world?"

"No, we just want to bring this world back into the fold of human civilization."

"It's all the same," the man waved his hand. "I hope you succeed."

Raven showed curiosity. It flapped its wings and flew up, landing on Waldo's shoulder, letting him ask the question on its behalf.

"You don't even know why we're here to conquer this world, and you're blessing us like this. Aren't you afraid we'll bring disaster to this world?"

"My wealth is pitifully small, and I'm a loner. Even if you turn this world into hell, for me, it'll just mean living a few fewer years."

The man wore a nonchalant expression.

"What exactly is going on with this world?" Waldo continued to ask.

The man said, "As you can see, this is a world where capitalism has developed to its extreme."

"The first article of this world's constitution is the inviolability of private property."

"All resources in this world belong to private individuals. Even air and water have property rights, and you have to pay if you want to use them."

"The privatization of natural resources, that's truly insane," Raven exclaimed.

The man, not hearing Raven's exclamation, continued.

"The social machinery maintains the operation of this world's laws. They are absolutely just, and they enforce the law impartially, regardless of whether the target is poor or rich."

"You attacked those enforcement units because you violated Citizen 13145209527's private property. If you want them to stop, you need to pay the fines."

"But I don't recommend you do that. It's better to use your fleet to conquer this world, to turn it into ruins."

"Does no one intend to resist?" Waldo asked.

The man's eyes widened, and then he burst into laughter.

"Why resist? Ninety-nine percent of the property in this world belongs to Citizen 13145209527."

"Are we such pathetic beings that we'd sacrifice our lives to protect someone else's property?"

"That makes so much sense, it's almost like a moment of clarity," Raven silently gave a thumbs-up.

"Everyone, why don't you chat with me as well?"

A spherical flying vehicle flew over and projected the image of a man in front of the Emperor and his group.

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am the Citizen 131452049527 you mentioned, the owner of 99% of this world's wealth."

"I have already submitted an application to the Enforcement Center to add you to my guest list and have compensated for the damage to those enforcement units."

"You no longer need to worry about being attacked by the social machinery."

"How generous," the man chuckled. "Are you scared and trying to beg for mercy this way?"

Citizen 131452049527 looked at the man, his tone tinged with displeasure.

"You are full of malice towards me, stranger."

"What did I do wrong? My ancestors started with a small company that dealt in feminine hygiene products and grew it to its current scale."

"My success is entirely due to my own business acumen, and I've never done anything illegal."

"All my property was acquired legally, yet you are filled with envy. Should rich people just die?"

"I'm not envious, I just suggest this gentleman conquer this world and take my meager fortune," the man said.

Citizen 13145209527 showed a look of annoyance.

"You are simply unreasonable, actually inciting a good person to rob a law-abiding businessman. This is a wicked act not advocated in any civilized world."

The Emperor gazed at Citizen 131452049527, and the Adeptus Custodes beside him, acting on his will, asked.

"Then what do you wish for Our Lord to do?"

Citizen 13145209527 said, "I hope you will acknowledge my wealth as reasonable and legal, and promise to continue protecting it. If so, I will pledge my loyalty to you."

"In this way, you conquer this world, and I will safeguard the wealth painstakingly created by my ancestors and myself."

Nukeria.

The arena.

Hundreds of silver eyeballs shuttled and flew through the air.

From the stands, a deafening roar of cheers erupted.

People, flushed with excitement, shouted their cheers for the spectacular performance just witnessed.

Angron and his adoptive father, Onomamastos, stood on the bloody killing ground, panting.

They had just defeated a group of fearsome enemies.

"You have won another victory, but the audience seems unsatisfied. Then, for the next life-or-death duel, let my people witness the birth of the strongest warrior."

The audience in the stands erupted in ecstatic cheers.

They were eager to see Angron and Onomamastos engage in a fight to the death.

The two, who had fought side-by-side like father and son, would now duel until one fell.

"No!" Angron roared, his voice deafening. "I will never turn my weapon against him."

"No? What right do you have to say no?"

A floating silver eyeball slowly descended, its artificial silver eye fixed on Angron.

The voice from the loudspeaker was incredibly cold and condescending.

"You were born to bleed for those more noble than you. Your life is worthless, and has never held value; you are merely a house dog."

"A house dog that no longer cringes before its master must be taught a lesson until it obeys."

"My people, what should we do with such a disobedient house dog?"

"Nails." the audience shouted. "Nails, nails, nails."

Angron's chapter might be a bit longer.

Everyone already knows most of Horus's story.

Some things will be compressed where possible.

Regarding Angron, the common impression is that he's a brainless berserker.

But I want to portray the image GW established for him.

Angron was once a good person, but the Nails and Nukeria ruined him.