Tasks and Talents (Part 2)

Wearing an expression that made Sanguinius's blood pressure rise, Angron nodded as if it were only natural. "But I won."

".And what if you'd lost?"

"I wouldn't lose."

"You can't use an uncertain outcome as the premise for discussing something like this with me, Angron."

Sanguinius's expression gradually turned serious. "Our molding cannons can completely cleanse the Demons on the surface, and can even use pattern arrays to track life signs and scatter strikes against them. And if you'd gone down there in Power Armor to fight them, I would at least think you weren't trying to get yourself killed."

Angron turned his head away and curled his lip where Sanguinius could not see him, but Sanguinius still heard that little "tsk."

The Archangel's brows snapped down at once. "We are discussing a very serious matter right now! I know you're unhappy because you can't rebuild your Legion, but that doesn't mean you can gamble with your own life just to vent!"

"I wasn't gambling with my life."

Seeing that he was genuinely angry, Angron immediately put on a sincere look of apology. "Dealing with them still doesn't require me to pay a price like 'risking my life'—fine, fine, I promise you, this won't happen again."

Sanguinius stared at him for a long while before nodding, then reached out and took out his portable Personal Terminal. At present, only a handful of people in the entire Empire possessed this precious new technology.

What it could do was truly terrifying, even if its name sounded like some cheap assembly-line product. In reality—

Sanguinius pressed the button on the side of the Personal Terminal, then tapped the screen a few times. A man's voice sounded from within the Personal Terminal. "Klan Samps—who is calling me?"

"It's me, Sanguinius."

The Archangel softened his