The Red Angel was a title for the World Eaters Primarch, and while it didn't quite suit him, the Lord of the Red Sands was indeed called the Red Angel.
But seeking guidance from Angron, letting Angron guide the future, isn't that a bit too abstract?
Angron is currently in a state where his left brain attacks his right brain, and the Butcher's Nails have replaced thought. He can't even speak properly. Seeking guidance from him is no different from seeking guidance from an Ogryn.
"My prophecy will not be wrong; it will eventually come true. It's just that I'm not sure what form it will take."
"It's like how I foresaw the Great Heresy, but couldn't determine which Primarchs would rebel."
The brown-haired boy said softly.
"Perhaps Angron himself still retains some wisdom."
"Perhaps you can cure the Butcher's Nails and restore Angron to what I originally hoped for."
"Perhaps you will travel back in time with a time machine, or use the If Telephone Booth to go to a world where Angron's mind is normal."
"Perhaps a certain item obtained after Angron is sold could help us find our direction."
"Or perhaps, in the process of searching for Angron, we will gain something."
Isn't that just saying nothing at all? Alexander couldn't help but frown.
However, finding Angron is indeed much simpler.
Khorne's attitude towards Angron is completely different from the other Four Gods' attitudes towards their daemon Primarchs.
Tzeentch views Magnus as a useful tool; Tzeentch actually views everyone as a tool.
Slaanesh views Fulgrim as a concubine and a close attendant who pleases him.
Nurgle sees Mortarion as family and a mischievous child.
And Khorne... Khorne uses Angron as a kind of oversized bomb.
Since the Great Rift opened, Angron has frequently appeared in the material universe, and each time he is banished, he resurrects after eight days, eight nights, and eight hours, re-entering the material universe to rampage, repeating this cycle.
Compared to the other three Primarchs who are shut-ins on Sortiarius, Nurgle's Garden, and Slaanesh's boudoir, Angron is no different from a stray dog kicked out of the house by Khorne to bite at random.
Finding Angron is not difficult; the problem is what to do after finding him?
Cure Angron, pull the nails out of his head?
But what's the point of that? Even if they're pulled out, Angron will still be a Khorne daemon Prince.
Alexander had no clear ideas for a while and planned to discuss it further with Sanguinius and Guilliman later.
"Can you predict more? What should I do after I find Angron?"
"Or any other information?"
Alexander looked up at the brown-haired boy and asked.
The brown-haired boy responded with silence, then began to shuffle the cards in his hand again.
As the brown-haired boy shuffled, card after card fell onto the table.
Only after four cards had fallen did the brown-haired boy stop shuffling and fix his gaze on the four cards.
The first card showed a man kneeling before an altar, covered in whip marks, his face filled with guilt, seemingly repenting devoutly.
"The Penitent. He repents for the mistakes he has made, but through repentance itself, he embarks on the wrong path again."
The brown-haired boy said softly, then flipped over the second card.
The second card showed a figure with a jealous expression, shrouded in shadow, staring enviously at others who were blessed.
"The Envious. He cannot enjoy more blessings himself, cannot achieve a higher status, and therefore envies others who are progressing."
Then the third card was also flipped over by the brown-haired boy.
It showed a man with a false smile, outwardly polite, but with the most primal and pure malice in his eyes.
"The Arch-villain. No one is more evil than him. The meaning of his existence is to implement the complete disorder and malice of the primordial destroyers."
Finally, the fourth card was flipped over in the brown-haired boy's hand.
That card showed a man bathed in blood, with bone-deep hatred in his eyes, embracing the corpse of a friend.
"The Avenger. Bone-deep hatred flows in his heart and blood. If he can have his revenge, he is willing to give up everything else."
Four cards, four types of people were laid before Alexander, making him frown slightly.
"Fate is unclear; many things I cannot see clearly."
The brown-haired boy spread his hands, pointing to the four cards on the table, and said:
"But in the near future, these four will be the nodes of destiny."
"..Then who do you think these four are?" Alexander asked, staring at the four cards.
"..I'm not sure about the other three."
"The Penitent... There are too many guilty people in this galaxy, and many who commit more sins in the name of atonement."
"The Envious... Almost every follower of Slaanesh fits this description, and daemon Princes often harbor jealousy."
"The Avenger... Whose heart in this galaxy is without hatred? Whose hands are without blood feuds?"
"But the Arch-villain..." The brown-haired boy shrugged, as if who the Arch-villain was, was self-evident.
"No one is more evil than him. You don't need to tell me; I already guessed who it is..." Alexander said with a twitch of his mouth.
The black annihilus blade, reforged from the shattered annihilus blade that killed Horus, cut through the void and pierced into the corpse of the last person.
Blood twisted and flowed down, a million lives perished at his hands, sacrificed in the ritual he wove.
The crimson sky twisted continuously, and four splendid lights of red, blue, purple, and green twisted in the black mist-shrouded firmament, weaving into an eerie symbol that enveloped the entire planet.
The souls of a million lives let out sharp wails, and a million human bodies burned in the flames of Chaos.
Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!
The Word Bearers and the mortal followers of Chaos shouted words of sacrifice.
He also pulled the black ritual dagger from the corpse, watching the blood drip from the dagger, and recited blasphemous incantations.
He offered these sacrifices to the Dark Gods, to Chaos itself, and accepted Chaos' will and blessings upon him.
How many people hated him, how many people reviled him, how many people loathed him to the core?
Merely because of everything he had done, merely because he was the instigator of it all?
They cursed him, calling him vile, fallen, treacherous, cowardly.
But he knew these were all prejudices against him.
He was not the true instigator; he was merely a tool of those wills.
He was born blessed by those wills, and born cursed by them.
He was not vile; it was just that his goodness was unique.
He was not fallen; it was just that he was born this way.
He had never betrayed, for his loyalty was always to Chaos.
He was never cowardly; all his clinging to life was to better serve Chaos.
Some people cursed him as a running dog, a running dog of the Four Gods.
But they were wrong; he was never loyal to any specific god.
As for Lorgar, he held him in contempt.
His loyalty was only to Chaos, only to the constantly maddening tendency of the Warp itself.
To spread the will and power of Chaos more, to let the Warp completely overwhelm reality, that was his goal.
If anyone asked him why he was so loyal to the will of Chaos, why he served Chaos with such madness,
Then he could only answer, because he was thoroughly vile.
He craved pleasure, he plundered, he was full of malice, he willingly degenerated, he glorified violence, just like Chaos itself, which became increasingly chaotic in the thoughts of all living beings.
However, the material universe had its limits; his malicious thoughts were confined by matter and could not be fully expressed.
Only the Warp, only Chaos, only there was malice real, and in Chaos, will was everything, will was all.
Only Chaos could completely overwhelm reality, and his endless evil thoughts could be completely released, completely free.
He was perfectly aligned with Chaos; he was a son of Chaos.
From the perspective of Chaos, he was a good person, just not obviously good.
Some people were single-mindedly good, wanting to create a rational and bright world, so they sought to isolate Chaos.
And he was single-mindedly evil, wanting to create a world full of malice and chaos, so he worshipped Chaos. It was that simple, no other reason.
Nor was there any degeneration or complex psychological transformation; he was born this way.
From this perspective, he was the Emperor's destined enemy.
When this thought emerged, he couldn't help but feel a little smug.
What made him even more excited was that a new, great entity had appeared in Chaos.
Doraemon, that great metallic blue cat-like entity.
How great he was! He simultaneously occupied three aspects of the Chaos Star, a candidate for three positions.
If this entity could complete his ascension, or even just become a secondary entity, stuck at the last moment before ascension, it would still cause the power of Chaos to increase on a large scale.
The only thing that made him angry was that this exalted entity had been corrupted by the Emperor.
Every day he said things like 'I am not a god,' refused to acknowledge his Warp nature, resided in a fragile mortal body, pretended to be a mortal, and stood on the side of the material universe.
How bad! The Emperor, the inherently evil Emperor, corrupted the great Doraemon!
Doraemon must be made to realize his true nature, Doraemon must be made to embrace the disorder and madness of Chaos.
Doraemon must abandon all reason, Doraemon must sever his link with the material universe.
"Great Doraemon, oh Lord, I will set you free."
He murmured, confident that he could achieve it.
Not only because he had gained two allies, but also because of himself.
He had once completed the magnificent work of the Horus Heresy, so why could he not complete the work of Doraemon's ascension?
After all, he was the Son of Chaos, the Hand of Fate, the great Erebus.