Chapter 751 Alzheimer's Disease

"This is the current battle situation, great wolf god." Agnes said respectfully to Horus.

"Battle situation? Isn't it just a surrender battle? You are my best sons, let me be alone for a while."

Agnes was silent for a long time. He looked at the other senior generals around nervously, and then he continued in a deep voice, "Great wolf god, this is Holy Terra."

Holy Terra. Horus' thoughts suddenly returned to the right track. He just thought that their fleet was still working hard to achieve the goal of the Great Expedition.

"Oh. Terra." Horus nodded, and then he saw Angron fighting fiercely on Terra.

Angron. He was a brother who was too brave and irritable because of the Butcher's Nail.

Horus was a little emotional, and then he saw a golden figure with wings on his back pounce on Angron.

That was Sanguinius, his good brother Sanguinius.

Horus suddenly felt a little excited. It was a good thing to see his good brother so energetic. Many precious memories of their companionship surged from the depths of his soul.

That was when the two of them went to find Mortarion.

Sanguinius was behind him. Because Mortarion handled the planet in an overly radical way, his mouth was almost curled up to the sky.

Horus chuckled a few times, and was deeply moved by Sanguinius's humility and friendliness.

Before he became the Warmaster, he had also thought about this question. If other brothers became Warmasters, how would he feel?

Well. I will bless my brothers. This is what I should do. But I feel a little disappointed in my heart.

But my brothers should be evaluated fairly! Horus suddenly turned around and shouted, "Ms. Orliton! Ms. Orliton the Narrator! Come here quickly!"

"Orliton the Narrator? Who is that?" The senior generals in the battleship communicated with each other with eyes and gestures.

"The reporter sent by the Emperor to record the words and stories of the Primarch, compile them into books and so on." A Son of Horus shrugged, his helmet growing horns due to Chaos corrosion.

"So that was a mortal? So how could she still be alive? There are all those things everywhere here."

An emergency communication came into the command room, and the chief captain Abaddon was asking them for support.

But their attention was now all on the dangerous and cold Horus, so naturally no one would rush to reply to Abaddon's message.

Abaddon stood there tiredly, and dangerous shells passed by him from time to time, but he had no intention of avoiding them.

Just kill me here.

Abaddon thought a little self-destructively, he had no brothers or reinforcements around him, only corpses and ruins.

There were no normal people in the attacking force, and the mutant captain acted recklessly according to his own wishes.

Command, orders, and rules were all thrown behind.

"What is the point of all this?" Abaddon said to himself.

Then the questions of everyone in the ship were answered.

A hole suddenly appeared in the doorway that was blocked by the shadow of a tall demon, and three Nurglings formed a tower and rushed in quickly from the hole.

The Nurgling on the top held a wet piece of paper and directed his brothers to come to Horus.

No one could understand the Nurglings' mumbling voice, only Horus smiled and nodded, and laughed heartily from time to time.

"My brothers! They have their own strengths! And the precious ability to maximize these strengths!"

"The power of Ferrus! Perturabo's unwavering focus! Alpharius's cunning!"

"I admire them all! But there are always more prejudiced ones, after all, I am a living person."

"Rogal Dorn is an excellent military strategist, but he is a little too dull and lacks imagination. My father has an unusual love for Magnus, I think it is because Magnus is very similar to my father in some ways."

At this point, Horus smiled again, he felt that he thought of a very appropriate joke.

"Magnus is immersed in his own imagination and spends his whole life in the study. Think about my father, too! He stays silent in the palace of Terra. Even if you say hello to him, he just nods stiffly."

"Guilliman is also very good. His achievements are so wide, and he has a father and mother that we all envy. Curze is a poor guy. Fate is really too unfair to him."

"But do you know who I like the most? Of course it's the angel, my brother Sanguinius! I would feel a little insulted if some people surpassed me to become the warmaster, but I would be happy from the bottom of my heart if Sanguinius became the warmaster!"

"Sometimes I envy Sanguinius. When you meet him, you will know that no one will hate him. He makes people forget to breathe and makes people admire him from the bottom of their hearts. It would be great if I had some of his spiritual spirit."

Ah!

The ground was shining with golden light, and Sanguinius grabbed the butcher's nail on Angron's head during the battle.

Horus' eyes lit up, and he stared at Sanguinius's figure closely.

Sanguinius's face was covered in blood. He gasped and grabbed the nail on Angron's head.

"Quick! Angron! Kill him!" Horus shouted, seeming to have forgotten the words he had praised Sanguinius before.

Angron naturally heard Horus' voice, and this demonic psychic voice echoed in his limited rationality.

The spirit that was tortured to the point of collapse by the Butcher's Nail regained some clarity, but Angron just wanted to use this last chance to scold Horus for his cowardice.

"Kill him! Quick!"

Angron could see the anxious look of Horus stamping his feet on the Vengeful Spirit from this voice.

Oh shit! You're a scared loser and you're still commanding from a distance!

But before Angron could roar, Sanguinius pulled out the Butcher's Nails from Angron's head.

This was real pain, and even though Angron had been half-demonized by the influence of Chaos, he would roar in agony at the pain of pulling out the Butcher's Nails.

This roar shook the void shield, causing it to flash with illusory ripples. He twisted and pushed desperately, feeling his skull being pulled apart with a creaking sound.

The Butcher's Nail was completely pulled out, Angron's head exploded, sparks and blood flew, and his brains spurted out in all directions.

Angron was temporarily dead, and Sanguinius's hands were stained with his brother's blood.

Regarding such a tragedy, Horus, who was observing in the battleship, only said something half emotional and half regretful.

"Gee, what a shame."