Dogs Are Symbols of Emperors
Unlike other numerically-based heroes, Angron may seem boisterous at first glance, but he's actually quite quirky and also acts as a doctor, albeit a psychologist.
If we consider the Four Merchants as four factions, they would be the Fear Family Army, the Lust Family Army, the Na Family Army, and the Traitor Family Army, which are no different from so-called local gangs.
Furthermore, depending on their characteristics and art style, the Four Merchants have different levels of compatibility with Primarch; it's not that just any Primarch can fit into the local gang's business.
Take, for example, Perturabo and Koz, who were taken away by Tzeentch. One is a twisted woman with a tough Iron Within, Iron Without twisted interior, a complete landmine. The other is a pale, righteous, and evil judge who turned the former Holy Nine Library into Inquisition.
Only the one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn was the perfect match, but the Khorne took advantage of it, leading him down the path of aging with Psychic Power muscles.
If the Chaos God were to choose for themselves, they would certainly choose the Primarchs that best align with their own laws, but this would absolutely not include Sanguinius and Mordred.
Mordred is madness, the Great Angel is goodness; they represent two extremes on the same path. One is complicit in filth and depravity, the other is incomparably noble and pleasing to the eye.
However, after removing Mordred and Sanguinius, Horus is undoubtedly the most Imperium Kill. After all, he is the First Returned Son and the Imperial Warmaster, with all sorts of accolades, making him a veritable Crown Prince of the Empire. The second tier is Angron.
Angron may seem unremarkable, but he is the most dangerous Primarch. His Psychic Empathy can soothe people's emotions, or they can lead them to succumb to their desires.
Just like Yuri in Red Alert, the most deadly form of corruption comes from the mind. You can only rely on willpower to withstand it; no matter how thick your armor or how powerful your weapons are, it's all useless.
The fact that Angron absorbed and released negative emotions was already terrifying enough; if it fell into the hands of the other three Chaos God, they could do all sorts of things with it, especially Slaanesh.
Once Angron obtains Angron, he won't even need to ascend to Slaanesh; he can corrupt mortals at an alarming rate by tormenting him, and even control other Daemon.
Only the Khorne don't bother with all that fancy stuff; they just go in and fight. Angron, turned into a Wetware Butcher's Nail, had an empty head, transforming from a mechanically awful monster into a mindless barbarian.
It can be said that as long as Angron appears, regardless of whether they are friend or foe, they must undergo a will test. If they pass the test, they will gain the Bloodlust buff, and if they fail, they will be marked with the Cowardly Lizard attribute, which is even somewhat like a reverse Fealty.
Seeing the group of Mechanicus, who were in a state of frenzy similar to those who had eaten poisonous mushrooms due to Angron's extreme excitement, Guilliman, who was closest, elbowed Hajimi to the ground and grabbed him by the back of the neck.
"Second Brother, Angron is probably beyond saving. Just to be safe, shall we castrate it?"
"Ha~"
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Angron reacted and, driven by his bestial instincts, swung his claws wildly at Guilliman.
However, the numerical difference is undeniable. Angron currently only accounts for 1% of the original body, and its form is a rather round, fat cat. Its only special feature is its resilience; it doesn't even qualify to touch Guilliman's arm, and it cannot defeat him even with all its might.
Instead, he was lifted up like a roast goose and immediately subjected to a Hajimi Windmill, followed by Dragon Fruit CPR, and then a series of crazy elbow strikes and smooth mini-combos, leaving him foaming at the mouth.
"Well done. Angron is now driven by instinct and has become the octogenarian Hakimi. He needs to calm down."
Come on, put this clump of catnip in its mouth, and it'll be fine once it eats it.
I don't know where my Second Brother got all these novel gadgets from. His butt is like a bottomless pit. He can take whatever he wants from it. Guilliman and Mortarion are quite envious.
However, just like Mordred's endless, deep hook, as an old imperial military doctor, Master Mordred has never missed a shot. Moreover, he was originally a veterinarian, and Angron has become a cat, so it's a perfect match for his profession.
A whole bucket of catnip was crushed and poured into Angron's mouth, and he reacted instantly. He stopped panting and started dancing like Felids, having a blast.
As Angron enjoyed the aura, a joyful mental energy began to spread. Any life touched by this aura would unconsciously twist its limbs and dance with the Ultimate Cat. Even the Emperor couldn't help but hum softly.
This also includes an outsider who somehow managed to sneak into the Imperial Palace.
Looking at her limbs writhing for no apparent reason, and feeling that inexplicable pleasure, Sylandri was devastated.
Ever since her own god gave her that ridiculous task, she's been slacking off. She thought, "You want me to capture the Primarch, and the most dangerous one at that? Isn't that just sending me to my death?"
Mordred has been back for many years, and information about him has been largely restored. The Burning Crusade launched by the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago is still vivid in people's minds. One of the Six Rings Silver Palace was shattered and has not been repaired to this day.
You want me to capture Mordred? Capture him alive? Seriously! Why don't you just tell me to punch Slaanesh, kick Chaos God, and rebuild the Aeldari Empire?
Sylandri's strategy for dealing with such unrealistic tasks was to procrastinate; it wasn't that she wasn't working, she was just putting things into practice.
First, hide in Damocles, and while Atlas isn't looking, secretly mine a few Chaos Energy Crystal. Then, blend in with the Auxilia and eat and drink your way through.
Unlike Alpharius, who ventured deep into enemy territory and perfected her survival skills, she never entered any key locations. Instead, she stayed hidden in the Inn of the Spirits on the Lower Levels deck of the Abomination, where she even earned a small amount of money with her excellent massage skills.
For the past five years, she's just drifted along like this, in this state of being without desires or wants, you wouldn't even notice Mordred himself.
Even after arriving in Holy Terra, Sylandri managed to sneak into the Imperial Palace. As for how she got in, don't ask. After all, the Imperial Palace is like a sieve; anyone can get in, but you're not everyone.
The only thing to watch out for is the Dog-men lying at the door; the price is Tau Commander Canned One, but Sylandri doesn't know that.
So she climbed up the ventilation duct and stumbled into a collection room that someone had built there, in Necron style, where she picked up quite a few good things.
After finally getting out of there, Sylandri infiltrated the group of Mechanicus maintained the Personality Excretion Device, which allowed her to observe the Emperor, the Primarch, and even their Goddess of Life up close.
Yes, that's right. Sylandri felt very lucky. If she could bring Isha's message back to Cegorach, it would be a good deed that made up for her mistake.
As a member of the Harlequins, and the most unique among them, the Shadowseer, Sylandri can choose a path similar to that of the Ark Eldar, deeply embodying the character and infiltrating into the shadows to manipulate them.
Some of the most powerful unicorns can even impersonate Slaanesh to steal power, truly living a life of walking a tightrope.
As long as Sylandri doesn't do anything reckless and try to disguise herself as Atlas, the Adeptus Custodes, or some other strange creature, she would never be discovered. But that strange cat is just too wicked, to the point that she can't control herself at all.
As the swinging motion intensified, the Primarch noticed that this guy's style was slightly different from the average Mechanicus. After all, everyone else was doing a robot dance, so what was the point of him doing a waltz?
Something's not right, nine out of ten things are definitely not right!
Seeing that the two Primarchs had completely surrounded her, Sylandri knew she couldn't continue like this; she had to escape.
Mordred didn't need to consider it; Guilliman's Ambition were known even to the Aeldari, leaving only one option.
"I'm sorry, child, I'll make you my escape route!"
A Black Shadow darted out from behind the Mechanicus and pounced on the seemingly least threatening white-haired boy. If she could just get into the ventilation duct, if she could just get into that place, she could escape!
"Bang!"
Looking at the Aeldari assassin whose body had been half-blown apart by his punch and who had collapsed on the spot, Mortarion asked with considerable confusion, "Was she committing suicide?"
"I don't know, probably a suicide squad member. That's how it's portrayed in TV dramas. Look, he's got some kind of equipment on him, even antiques. But why does this thing look so familiar? Take a look at this."
Following the direction Diliman pointed, the group saw a stone slab depicting a group of humans kneeling and worshipping an emperor, who was holding a dog in his hand!
"Dog?"