A Special Visitor

"Hurry up, stop dawdling!"

After finishing his gladiatorial match and returning to his resting place, Angron found the outside area in a commotion.

It seems someone else has been captured and brought here to be a slave in the arena today.

He needs to go out and take a look.

"Remember, you don't have a name here, only a code name. From today onwards, you are number 7, understand?"

"Why are you yelling at him? It's a complete waste of your breath; he's mute."

"Let's go, let's go drink, let's go drink."

The newly captured slave number 7, our Mortarion, looked at the shabby environment and smelled the inferior drugs inside, quickly assessing the situation.

"Friend, are you alright?"

Mortarion looked up and saw a person as tall as him.

Is this his brother?

Angron.

They're gone now; you don't need to pretend you don't know.

Hello, Angron.

Hello, what is your name?

Just call me Mortarion.

Hello, my conflicted friend.

Angron casually placed his hand on Mortarion's shoulder, and Mortarion immediately felt an unprecedented sense of peace within him.

"You're different," Mortarion said, looking at his brother.

"Haha, just some innate abilities. Hope this is helpful to you."

"It was really useful, thank you for your help."

"It's nothing. Since we're all here, we're brothers. I'll do my best to teach you some gladiator skills so we can both get out of here alive."

Mortarion was stunned when he heard Angron say that.

Before coming here, he had done his Investigation on slaves in Nuceria, and ultimately there were only two possible outcomes.

They either died in the arena, or they were impaled on the Butcher's Nails and died in the arena.

His own brother actually wanted to get out alive.

"Don't be so surprised, my friend. As long as you're alive, there's always a way."

You are very optimistic.

"Haha, just trying to find humor in hardship, but I believe that with you on board, everything will succeed."

Why are you so sure I'll join?

"Because you're expecting me to fight back."

Oh?

Mortarion was becoming increasingly interested in his brother, because Angron was right.

After all, it was based on the usual practice of his brothers.

Before being discovered by the Emperor, they were the most outstanding beings on the Planet, destined to either rebel or engage in bloody purges.

The Primarch's excellence and power are beyond question, and it is only natural that they became leaders.

While Mortarion was observing Angron was also assessing Mortarion.

From the moment Angron met Mortarion, he understood what kind of person Mortarion was.

He was a rebel, but a rebel who was frustrated and unfulfilled.

Angron didn't know why someone like him would appear on such a dark and sunless Planet, but Angron knew that his appearance was crucial to the entire plan.

"Then let's wait and see, my friend."

Let's wait and see.

Han Mingxuan's temporary residence, 9 PM.

Knock knock knock.

"Please come in."

"Hello, Mr. Han, I've come to keep your appointment as you wish, but I've brought a few friends with me. I hope you don't mind."

Han Mingxuan turned around and saw three people standing at the door.

One was a burly man wearing a red gladiator suit, his arm muscles exposed, revealing explosive power.

One was a fat old man who looked cheerful.

He was dressed in a dark green aristocratic outfit and was toying with a medicine bottle in his hand.

The one who spoke just now was a man wearing a Glasses and a blue suit.

He was holding a Staff made of precious metal.

"Your group isn't all here, is it? If I remember correctly, you're one person short of three."

"Haha, that lady..."

"Brother and sister."

"Haha! Brother and sister? Interesting way to address me, I like it!" the burly man said.

"That guy's a coward, he's hiding at home and isolating himself. Ignore him, let's talk about our things."

"Please have a seat, gentlemen. Jia, please serve the three gentlemen some tea."

The four of them took their seats, and Jia came out with a teapot.

She then poured a cup of tea for everyone, but apart from Han Mingxuan, the other three didn't touch the tea in their cups.

"It seems the three of you are not very satisfied with my tea. What a pity, this is Da Hong Pao that I specially brought from Nostramo, the one that best suits the taste of my hometown."

"Haha, we wouldn't dare drink Mr. Han's tea so casually."

The man in the blue suit looked at the teapot in Jia's hand, which had four characters written on it.

It is immune to all evil influences.

"All three of you knew me inside and out, but I didn't know your backgrounds."

"No, no, no, in a sense, you knew us inside and out from the very first day you came into this world."

This statement clearly indicated that the three Chaos Gods of the Empyrean, the third of the four brothers, were sitting opposite him.

"Tell me, why did you provoke me?"

Han Mingxuan put down his teacup and quietly looked at the three of them, waiting for them to continue.

"No, no, Mr. Han, you're mistaken. It wasn't us who provoked you; it was you who started disrupting the future of this world from the very beginning."

Nurgle chuckled and placed the medicine bottle he had been playing with on the table.

"I didn't do anything superfluous; I just tried my best to teach and nurture people. Sir, do you think it's wrong to impart knowledge to others?"

When Tzeentch heard Han Mingxuan ask this question, he smiled but remained silent.

In fact, Han Mingxuan knew that the future these guys were talking about meant the complete collapse of the sustainability of the entire universe.

"To be honest, Mr. Han, we've already lost more than once with those kids, but we won't lose this one."

But to everyone's surprise, Han Mingxuan waved his hands.

"No, no, Nurgle, you've misunderstood something."

What does that mean?

"I'm different from Huangpizi. He's a liar, a gambler, a rogue, and a robber, but I'm a Teacher."

"He's gambling with you, but I never gamble; I only teach and nurture."

"Hmph, if that's how you put it, then it'll all depend on our abilities!"

"Relax, big guy. If it were a matter of skill, you wouldn't be standing in front of me, would you?"

Han Mingxuan's words stunned all three of them, because what he said was true.

After all, the oldest and most powerful god among them, the Grandfather Nurgle, had been severely whipped by the being behind him, and his wounds had not yet healed.

"Mr. Han, we're here to discuss terms."

Negotiating terms is fine, as long as we can negotiate.