Trajann Valoris Goes Mad

Trajann Valoris stood motionless in front of Slazov, or rather, he didn't know what to do.

It was obvious that the veteran in front of him had no intention of continuing to answer his questions.

That means the only way to find out the truth about the so-called Horus Heresy in that world is to ask other people.

The only way is to ask other people.

But who could he ask?

Should I send him to ask Nova?

From the battle just now, he could tell that Nova himself deeply hated the Daemon Primarch of this world.

Nova himself deeply abhorred the Daemon Primarch of this world.

He even wished he could kill Fulgrim on the spot.

Trajann Valoris wasn't sure what would happen if he asked Nova himself.

Perhaps that hot-blooded, powerful soldier would just execute him on the spot.

After much deliberation, he finally turned his attention to the current World Eaters.

Or more accurately, he looked at the Rite of War had slain the Khârn the Betrayer.

Primarch of Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters.

Khârn, the Rite of War.

Having made up his mind, Trajann Valoris walked toward Khârn.

Slazov watched Trajann Valoris's actions with some surprise.

He just mentioned it casually, but he didn't expect that person would actually go.

This simple scene gave Slazov a new understanding of just how delusional people in this world can be.

They were clearly comrades-in-arms who had fought together in War of the Webway and entrusted each other with their lives.

But even after the war ended, the Adeptus Custodes still went to interrogate the other side.

Trajann Valoris baffling no matter how you look at them.

"This world is really a headache."

Slazov shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it.

People who are obsessed naturally have their own ways of dealing with it.

"Hello, Rite of War, can we talk?"

"Are you sure you just want to chat? I thought you were going to interrogate me right away."

Hearing Khârn say that, it was now Trajann Valoris be surprised.

Trajann Valoris mentally prepared himself countless times as he walked toward Khârn.

It was through this countless mental preparations that Trajann Valoris did not regard the other party as a traitor.

But now, things have taken a turn for the worse; the other party is even more candid than I am.

"Rite of War, we were fighting side by side just a moment ago. I don't want to ruin our alliance."

"It's fortunate that you were the smart one who came; if it had been someone else next to you, the outcome would have been even worse."

"Please forgive me, Rite of War, but this world has suffered a profound betrayal, so I must make a careful choice."

Trajann Valoris believed there was nothing wrong with what he said, but Khârn's expression changed.

Not only did Khârn's expression change, but the expressions of everyone in the entire 12th Legion also underwent subtle changes.

"Betrayal? We were betrayed too, but didn't we still come to help with half of our Legion?"

Why are you pretending to be pitiful in front of me?

"Also, I don't change my name, I have a name, my name is Khârn."

Trajann Valoris didn't understand why Khârn's emotions were changing so drastically.

But out of respect for his ally, he accepted their emotions.

"Rite of War, in our world, the name Khârn doesn't carry any positive connotations."

If you want to say that my name brings back unpleasant memories, then you'll have to accept it.

Khârn was having a good conversation with the other party.

The entire 12th Legion is now being influenced by the positive effects of Angron.

They are top-notch psychologists.

Unfortunately, this Captain-General had a knack for bringing up the very things he didn't want to talk about.

What betrayal?

If the Emperor hadn't betrayed the Father of Night, the Father of Night wouldn't have come to this cesspool to continue his arduous labor.

"Alright, Khârn."

Angron stood up and went to Khârn's side, looking at Trajann Valoris.

"I know you, Trajann Valoris Valoris, Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes of this era."

"Ask me any questions you have, but I'll only give you 10 minutes. My Uncle is waiting for me at the front lines."

"Your Excellency, I would like to know what exactly happened in that world."

Angron nodded; he could sense the doubt in Trajann Valoris.

He also knew that the other party did not mean any harm.

Otherwise, the other person's head would have already flown off by now.

"The events that followed were largely the same as the history of this world, except for the appearance of my Uncle."

"He did his utmost to guide us Primarchs, who were Primarch to betray the Imperium, onto the right path."

The real divide between the two worlds occurred during the Ullanor Crusade.

"According to the history of this world, after the Ullanor Crusade, Warmaster Horus betrayed the Imperium, bringing profound disaster upon Imperium."

"In my world, after the Ullanor Crusade, the Emperor's eldest son Lion El'Jonson, became the Warmaster."

"At the same time, the 18 Primarch share the responsibility of Warmaster."

"In other words, the fate of the Warmaster is shared by all 18 Primarch."

"After that, the Emperor betrayed the Father of Night and chose to become the Father of Night's Warmaster."

"Then, taking advantage of the opportunity presented by the Life-Extension Surgery performed on the Father of Night, he planned to steal the Father of Night's destiny."

"That's impossible! This is all a fabrication!"

Trajann Valoris could not believe that the Emperor would make such a decision; it was utterly incomprehensible.

"Believe it or not, Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, that's the truth."

Angron knew that no matter what he said now, the other party wouldn't listen, so he simply kept quiet.

Or rather, given his current state, the fact that he could talk to the other person for so long already indicates that he was in a good mood.

"Everyone, get your weapons ready! We're heading to the front!"

"Clear!"

You can't leave yet!

Trajann Valoris forced himself to think straight and then stood in front of Angron.

"I Adeptus Custodes remaining rational now, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate your offense."

"In our time, we had already made a grave mistake in protecting our Uncle."

"I won't allow any mistakes now. If you try to stop me, I'll let you stay here."

At that moment Trajann Valoris could sense the dangerous aura emanating from Angron.

Admittedly, this Primarch was not controlled by the Butcher's Nails.

As Primarch, it is itself an extremely dangerous weapon.

"Please forgive me, Your Excellency, and please forgive my offense against the Commander of the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes."

Angron looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman, or rather, Sisters of Battle.

And who are you?

"Please allow me to introduce myself, sir, I am Sister Celestine."

"Yes, I know you. The Night Haunter told us that you are the Living Saint of the Imperium."

"Are you stopping me now to plead for him, or to slow me down?"

Celestine shook her head; she knew she couldn't stop a Primarch.

"My lord, the God-Emperor has issued a decree."

You can treat what he said as nothing.

Angron's impression of the Emperor himself wasn't initially that bad.

30K era, thanks to Han Mingxuan's intervention, the mind-numbing actions that occurred in the original world did not happen.

Therefore, Angron's feelings for the Emperor are somewhat understandable.

However, after learning that the Emperor had betrayed his Uncle, and at the same time, he learned the history told by the Night Haunter.

Angron showed the Emperor absolutely no kindness whatsoever.

The main problem is Emperor's performance; whether it's at 30K or 40K, it just doesn't seem like he's acting like a human being.

Celestine never expected that this person would have such a strong opinion about the God-Emperor himself.

"My lord, the Chancellor also wishes to see you."

"Imperium Chancellor? Sinleech? Alright, lead the way."

Both Trajann Valoris and Celestine were stunned.

They never imagined that the reputation of the Chaos Gods was higher than that of the Emperor in front of this great man.

Has the world gone mad?

This is just too surreal.

In fact, Sinleech's credit rating is indeed higher than that of the Emperor.