Chapter 830

Lectures were only useful in certain situations.

Human nature was stubborn. Hoping to change someone's beliefs with a few words was no different from a fool's dream. Fortunately, humans were very good at receiving orders from others. Sometimes, all you needed to do was tell them, "Do this," without ever explaining "why this needs to be done."

Simple?

Simple, but ironic.

Because from that, a certain viewpoint had been born. Namely, that the best way to protect humanity was to keep them from knowing the truth. That view was extremely one-sided, but it was not entirely without reason.

For example, now.

Sanguinius knew.

So now he could not sit still.

"I won't ask you how you feel, Sanguinius. That question is meaningless. I can get the answer just from your face."

The Mage smiled. He gazed at the Primarch's excessively pale face. "But what are you afraid of, Sanguinius?"

If he had a choice, Sanguinius probably would not have chosen to sit opposite the Mage. The latter's gaze had never been comfortable, even on ordinary days, let alone the stare he fixed on him now. The needlelike pain made the Archangel lower his head.

The sting came from outside, and from within. He was ashamed of the weakness he had shown.

"Genetic flaws," he said after a long while. "The Blood Angels have always been troubled by their own flaws. The Black Rage has disappeared, but the Red Thirst still exists."

He Shenyan waited patiently for him to continue.

"Battle is the purpose for which the Astartes were made."

Sanguinius leaned back a little, letting the shadow cast by the chandelier cover his face. He knew this was useless against the Mage, but he wanted to do it.

"My sons are no exception. Yes, they now love art and possess