The castle gate opened wide, and Ryan and Angron walked towards the Sharon Forest one after another.

Angron took one step at a time, and the world-swallowed Primarch had only silence on his face. Angron turned around and looked at Ryan, then looked at himself again. The old farmer raised his fist, looked at his fist, seemed to be thinking about something, and then put down: "Let's go to Lily Island."

"What are you thinking about by brother?" Ryan asked with a smile. He strode to Angrand's pace, and the Gray Knight Primros slowly entered his body: "Do you want to practice with me first?"

"Not interested." Angran shook his head: "I just have something to tell you at the last moment."

"The last moment?" Ryan frowned.

Angelran did not answer, and the footsteps of the Primrose of the World-Eater gradually became faster: "Let's compare, Lane, who will arrive at Lily Island faster, how about?"

"good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red phantom and a silver phantom blasted out like shells and disappeared into the depths of the Sharon Forest.

In the distance, a large number of birds aroused, rising from the forest, and the thick white snow that had accumulated on the treetops seemed to have finally lifted its burden and landed on the ground.

The Sharon Forest is very quiet.

Half an hour later, Ryan and Angrand arrived at the lakeside of Lily Flower Island.

There was a vast white patch between the sky and the earth, and snowflakes kept falling from the sky. The surrounding forests and mountains were shrouded in the clouds and mist. The lake was frozen, like a mirror. In the silence, the cold wind blew through the forest, and the ground was covered with a layer of silver frost.

Ryan and Angron stood before Lily Flower Island, and the whole world seemed to have entered a silent realm. No one seemed to want to break the tranquility. Angron placed his beloved pair of artifacts battle axes on the ground, then inserted the black sword into the ground, and sat down. He patted the seat beside him and signaled Ryan to sit down: "You cheated, brother."

"You don't have a prescribed method." Ryan was not embarrassed at all. Of course, the Gray Knight Primros could not compare to Angrand in speed, but he could teleport psychics, so he arrived first.

After looking at the gorgeous clothes on his body, Ryan thought for a moment that would be scolded by Suliya when he got back, and then smiled self-deprecatingly, and sat down directly: "Brother? What do you want to say, say it."

"First, Snowy Vodka!" Angron took out two bottles from his arms: "Cheers, Davarich!"

"Cheers!" Ryan took the glass bottle, and felt deep in love. A hot stream of heat flowed from his mouth into the esophagus. The burning feeling went down until the tail rolled and burned, stimulating the senses and internal organs like cooking oil. Then endless comfort stretched out around. Ryan "sat" satisfied: "It's so cool."

"I like hunting in the Sharon Forest in winter, and then sit next to the Lily Island, grilled skewers, vodka, and enjoy the snow scenery. The Lily Island is beautiful, and there is almost no disturbance here." Angron showed his teeth, his eyes a little confused: "It's so beautiful, the former Nukelia, my mother star left me with only red rocks, blood, ancient and bloody arenas, and those once cruel experiments. I once wanted tranquility but could not. The Butcher's Nail allowed me to obtain a moment of peace through killing and destruction, but I would soon be tortured by the continued anger and desire for killing. The more I pursue peace, the less I can get peace."

"The damn Eldar, the damn Nukelia nobles, and the father's inappropriate way of handling it." Ryan could understand Angrand's pain.

After Angrand became a gladiator, he lived an extremely painful life. At the darkest and most craziest time, he used his special ability to absorb the pain of all the gladiators and took it all by himself.

When Angron led his siblings to revolt, they hid in the mountains, without food, and everyone was crazy hungry, and the gladiators even ate stones. At this time, Angron stood up. He cut his wrists and used his blood to drink the siblings and sisters to get them out of hunger. He once swore that he and his siblings would be together in life and death.

However, at the last moment, the Emperor forced Angrand away with teleportation ability, leaving behind the helpless gladiators facing the army of well-equipped nobles twenty times their number the next morning.

After the Great Horus Rebellion, Angran returned to his home planet. Between the valleys, there were only the ruins of the ancient battlefield covered with white bones and weeds. Everyone died, and only Angran survived.

Angron, the traitor Angron!

Ryan knew that the emperor was also a helpless move at that time. First of all, Angrande clearly refused the emperor's assistance. Moreover, the nobles of Nukeria had already surrendered to the emperor. If the emperor took action against the nobles of Nukeria, it would be a certain violation of the emperor's rules of doing things. You should know that even after 11k years, there was still a large group of old warlords who surrendered to the emperor and saved the family and some territories. The descendants of old warlords who had been racing on the streets all day long as these people did not do anything, even the Supreme Lord's Council and the Emperor's Imperial Guards could not do anything to them.

Angrand drank a bottle of Snowy Vodka directly, and then he took out the second bottle. Seeing Ryan looking at him, he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! I know my business, I don't need you to sympathize with me!"

"What do you need, brother?" Ryan didn't drink as hard as he said, "The Primrose casually, waiting for Angrand to speak.

"We need to be mentally prepared." Angron was silent for two minutes, and the Primarch of the World-Devouring World said quietly: "Lian, my brother, do you know how powerful the seed of destruction is?"

"I'll wait for you to tell me." Ryan looked like he was owing a beating: "If you don't understand, who else can understand?"

"When I was a demon prince for terror, although I lacked rationality in most cases, I knew very well that I was not the opponent of the seed of destruction." Angron said slowly: "Even when I was at the peak of my state, I was not at all."

"Indeed, otherwise we wouldn't have made such fine preparations to welcome this powerful enemy." Ryan nodded, without a doubt.

"No, you still don't understand, Ryan." Angrand raised his fist and the Primarch of the World-Eating Primarch showed Ryan: "Do you know how strong I was at the peak of the Demon Ascension Primarch?"

"…Sacrificing more than a hundred Grey Knights to finally exile you?" Ryan teased: "Amyddoton?"

"That's me who was summoned to the main material universe, not the full body." Angron shook his head: "How to say, Ryan, I'll say that, half of the strength of ascension of demons, and three points of the weakness of whitening. Can you understand? No matter how disgusting the four gods of Chaos are, the primordial body after ascension of demons is much stronger than after ascension of demons. Chaos will make up for your shortcomings and strengthen your strengths in a targeted manner."

"Well, I understand." Ryan nodded.

"Even when I was at the peak of the Demon Ascension Primrose, I was not the opponent of the Demon Seed." Angrand continued: "And now, Ryan, I have changed back now. I am very grateful to you, but I am indeed weaker, without the Butcher's Nail and without the power given by terror, now I am much weaker than the previous Demon Primrose."

"So, I have almost no confidence in this battle." Angrand turned his eyes to the distant sky, and the king of chopping smiled: "No matter what, I want to thank you, Lane, my brother. Over the past few decades, I have been very happy. I have got everything I want, a peaceful farm life, the family affection I have always dreamed of, and my cute little nephew and niece. I am really satisfied. Someone once said, don't enjoy the wonderful things at once, maybe I'm too extravagant."

"Brother..." Ryan felt something was wrong. He was about to say something. Angrand waved his hand and the king's face gradually became ferocious: "If we really can't defeat the seed of destruction, then there is only one way left, I will hold him up."

"I'll hold him up, you use that black hole to destroy me and him." Angrand stood up, the king of chopping has never been so determined, he shouted at Ryan: "Can you do it?!"

"Brother!"

"I ask if you can do it?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Ryan suddenly burst into laughter. The Gray Knight Origin patted the position beside him, and a piece of snowflakes splashed: "Sit down, brother, listen to me first, okay?"

"...What do you want to say?" Angelon looked at Ryan for a while, then sat down again. He sighed: "I listen, I listen."

"I'll tell my brother a story, a story about the 'Flying Man' Michael Jordan." Ryan signaled Angrande to do it well, and he gently told Angrande the story of Michael Jordan, the basketball god in his previous life.

Angrand was soon attracted by the story of Flying Jordan. The epic basketball career of the greatest basketball player made Angrand feel extremely yearning for.

"Logically speaking, Jordan's first three consecutive championships and the last three consecutive championships are actually almost the same as honors, data and personal performance. To some extent, his first three consecutive championships are more valuable than the last three consecutive championships, but why do everyone think that his last three consecutive championships are greater? His last three consecutive championships prove his supreme status?" Ryan smiled.

"……………” Angron remained silent, but looked fascinated.

"When Jordan made his first comeback in 1995, his personal ability was still very strong, but he was no longer unsolvable." Ryan said seriously: "His invincible breakthrough is gone, he can no longer surpass him at will. He lost his originally unsolvable super explosive power and his speed also decreased. Although it is still very fast, it is no longer the only level. In the finals in 1996, he encountered trouble, averaged 27 points per game, which is one level lower than the average of 41 points in 1993."

"When Jordan has been talking about speed and explosive power, his bounce, strength, flexibility, and aerial movements have also declined, as well as physical strength and energy. This invincible basketball god is facing a full-scale decline. At the same time, from 96-98, his teammates have become increasingly poor, and the big bug has completely become a mess. The second leader Pippen has also degenerated from the previous superstar to an All-Star or even an ordinary starting player."

"The second head of the team was also very unhappy with the team because of the low salary. At the same time, the excessive honors have made him lose his attention on the court. Being able to play on the court seriously has already given the big brother a face and a friendship for many years, the teammates in the team are the same. They either think about the next super contract, or they are already lazy and want to gang up, or they are powerless and seriously aging veterans, while their opponents are in the hungry and hungry state. The failure of the previous year gave them unparalleled motivation, and they vowed to take revenge."

"What should I do?" Angelen was also shocked by this predicament.

"The ability has declined, the speed has decreased, and the body has gradually declined. This is something that mortals cannot change, but we must learn to adapt to them and learn to use them." Ryan said with a smile: "Although Jordan has declined significantly in his body in the last two years, his skills and skills are at the peak, with more accurate fake moves and smoother dribbling. He is very clear about his weaknesses, so he polished his skills and experience to form a new self, and developed a beautiful back jump shot from behind. His extremely rich experience allows him to deal with any situation, and the diversity of skills allows him to defeat any enemy."

"More importantly, he still has a competitive heart. He is never satisfied, never slackened, and always longs for more." Ryan compared a "six" gesture: "When the camp is full of injuries, everyone is tired and slackened, and in the unstable morale of the army, he stood up again and again, dragging his declining body and tired spirit, and stood up with strong will. This was the "last dance" that ended the competition, putting a perfect end to his extremely brilliant career."

Angelang was thinking, and the king of chopping felt that a stream of passion was ignited from his chest.

"Brother, I know that your current state is indeed not as strong as your period of Ascension, but you are still you. Your skills and experiences over ten thousand years will not disappear. More importantly, you have found the goal of fighting. Whether it is for me, for Sulia, for everyone in Red Fish Village, or for Devin Hill, you have goals, and more importantly..." Ryan continued: "You have freedom."

"Freedom." Angrand repeated: "Freedom?"

"Choose to stay, choose to be an old farmer, choose to help me lead Devin Hill, choose to come back, choose to face the seed of destruction, these are all decisions you made." Ryan spread his hands and smiled: "Compared with you in the Great Expedition and the Demon Ascension Age, you have nothing, you don't have your bloodthirsty guards, you don't have the hundreds of thousands of World-Devouring Warriors, you don't have those demonic lackeys and the psychotic offspring, you only have your little farm, but you have freedom."

"You are not fighting alone, brother, you have me, Sulia and Devin Hill, there are Fogen far away from Ruscia, Ruth who doesn't know where to go, Kiriman San Gilles-Zonson, and those mortals who fight side by side, brother, you are not alone, try to believe them, rely on them, try to prove yourself, prove to everyone that you are still the fearful Angrand, prove your glory and strength!"

Angelan closed his eyes and could feel that the depression in his chest had melted.

Yes, I am free, I am me, I am Angrand, I am not someone's slave, I am no one's lackey, I am me, even if my strength is not as good as before, the seed of destruction cannot defeat me!

Angrand stood up, laughing loudly, pounding his chest hard, and whistling continuously. Winter snowshen swayed in the sound of the primordial body: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Thank you, brother." Angron felt relieved. The king of chopping hands reached out and pulled Ryan up from the ground, and suddenly asked, "What about you? Brother? Are you embarrassed to say to me? You were arranged clearly by your father from beginning to end. If you say that to me, do you have no goal? Why are you fighting?"

Ryan was stunned. The Grey Knight Primrose suddenly felt a little nervous when Angran said this. He recalled Marcado's last words.

"Go and find the answer, my child!"

A illusion appeared in front of him.

Darkness comes, wolves are surrounding him, hope is dead.

In the territory of the empire that was divided and bloody, Makado was ordered by the emperor and led the twelve chosen people through layers of blockades and lines of fire, and came to the throne before the emperor, inheriting the order of Emperor Jun, glorifying our clan and guarding everything.

Ryan's psychic energy mixed with gold and silver fluctuated violently. The light of the demigod teared the gap between reality and subspace, and the Primros felt that some new power and knowledge were pouring into his brain.

"Use will and psychic energy to tear apart the film of subspace and reality, reflecting your heart like the world in the real world." The wisdom left by Makado whispered in Ryan's ear: "Let your will overwhelm the storm of subspace, let your power make the world surrender, and when that moment, a whole new scenery will appear in front of your eyes."

A brand new landscape?

Ryan narrowed his eyes, the Gray Knight Primros felt a new feeling, and he had already touched the world "inside".
Chapter completed!