Angron

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

The Raven standing on the Emperor's shoulder widened his eyes.

He curiously watched the drones and robots continuously blare alarms.

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

The Emperor communicated with the Raven through his thoughts.

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

The Raven recalled the mechanical, repeated message received by the Imperial diplomats when the fleet approached Auctis III.

The Emperor did not answer, because he did not understand the situation either.

After issuing several warnings, the drones and robots saw that the Emperor's group had neither paid the fine nor ceased their theft, and launched an attack.

The Adeptus Custodes activated the Power Fields on their guardian spears. Within a single breath, they smashed the drones and robots into scrap metal.

Violent resistance to law enforcement encountered. Requesting support from the Law Enforcement Center.

Violent resistance to law enforcement encountered. Requesting support from the Law Enforcement Center.

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

Before long, more and stronger enforcement units would arrive.

"Are you from another planet?"

A man wearing a breathing helmet looked around. After confirming there was no danger, he walked over to the Emperor and the others.

One of the Adeptus Custodes stepped forward, blocking the man's path, and answered his question.

"Yes, we are from another planet."

The man nodded. "Before I left home, I saw some rumors spreading online that a massive fleet had appeared in orbit. I thought people were just making memes, but it looks like it's real."

The man continued, "So, are you here to conquer this world?"

"No. We merely wish to return this world to the greater family of human civilization."

"It's all the same." The man waved a hand. "I hope you succeed."

The Raven's curiosity showed. He flapped his wings, flew up, and landed on Waldo's shoulder, asking him to question the man on his behalf.

"You don't even know why we wish to conquer this world, yet you're blessing us so readily. Aren't you afraid we might bring disaster upon this world?"

"My wealth is pitifully small, and I'm all alone. Even if you turn this world into hell, it would only mean I die a few years sooner."

The man looked utterly unconcerned.

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

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

"The first article of this world's constitution is that private property is sacred and inviolable."

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

"Privatizing natural resources... that really is insane," the Raven remarked.

The man did not hear the Raven's comment and continued speaking.

"The social machines keep this world's laws functioning. They are absolutely impartial. Whether their targets are poor or rich, they enforce the law fairly."

"You infringed upon Citizen 13145209527's private property, which is why those enforcement units attacked you. If you want them to stop, then pay the fine."

"But I wouldn't advise that. You should use your fleet to conquer this world instead. Turn it into ruins."

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

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

"Why should we resist? Ninety-nine percent of this world's property belongs to Citizen 13145209527."

"Are we supposed to sacrifice our lives to defend someone else's property? Are we that cheap?"

"That makes so much sense. You're practically the clearest-headed person alive." The Raven silently gave him a thumbs-up.

"Gentlemen, why not have a word with me as well?"

A spherical aircraft flew over and projected the image of a man before the Emperor and the others.

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am the Citizen 131452049527 you mentioned, the owner of ninety-nine percent of this world's wealth."

"I have submitted an application to the Law Enforcement Center to add you to my guest list, and I have compensated them for the damaged enforcement units."

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

"How generous." The man smiled. "Are you afraid and trying to beg for mercy this way?"

Citizen 131452049527 looked at the man, his tone somewhat displeased.

"You are full of hostility toward me, stranger."

"What have I done wrong? My ancestors built their fortune by running a small company that sold women's hygiene products, gradually expanding it to its present scale."

"My success rests entirely on my own business talent. I have never done anything illegal."

"All my property was acquired legally, yet you are filled with envy and hatred toward me. Should rich people simply die?"

"I'm not jealous. I'm merely suggesting that this gentleman conquer this world and take away my pitiful little property," the man said.

Citizen 13145209527 showed an irritated expression.

"You are utterly unreasonable. You are actually encouraging a good man to rob a law-abiding businessman. In any civilized world, such evil is not condoned."

The Emperor watched Citizen 131452049527. At his side, an Adeptus Custodes spoke in accordance with his will.

"Then what do you wish my master to do?"

Citizen 13145209527 said, "I hope you will acknowledge that my wealth is legitimate and lawful, and promise to continue protecting it. In that case, I will offer you my loyalty."

"That way, you conquer this world, while I preserve the wealth my ancestors and I created through hard work."

Nukeria.

The gladiatorial arena.

Hundreds of silver eyeballs darted and flew through the air.

A tidal wave of cheers rose from the stands.

People shouted with flushed faces, cheering for the spectacular performance they had just witnessed.

Angron and his adoptive father, Oenomaus, stood in the blood-soaked killing ground, gasping for breath.

They had just defeated a group of terrifying enemies.

"You have won another victory, but the audience still does not seem satisfied. Then let the next duel to the death allow my people to witness the birth of the strongest warrior."

The spectators erupted into ecstatic cheers.

They desperately wanted to see Angron and Oenomaus fight each other to the death.

The two men who had once fought side by side, like father and son, would now face each other until one of them 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 upon Angron.

The voice coming through the speaker was utterly cold and condescending.

"You were born to bleed for those more noble than yourself. Your life is worthless and has never possessed any value. You are nothing but a house dog."

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

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

"Nails." The audience shouted, "Nails! Nails! Nails!"

Angron's section may be a little longer.

Everyone already knows Horus's story more or less.

Anything that can be condensed has been condensed.

As for Angron, everyone's stereotypical impression of him is that he is a brainless chopping king.

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

Angron was once a very good person too. It was only the Nails and Nukeria that destroyed him.