Roaring, cursing, and Angron's timid attempts at dissuasion.
Valdor, the Custodes Captain, stood outside the Golden Door, gripping the power halberd in his hand. He listened to the frenzied people inside and the sounds of things being smashed.
He had never seen the Emperor of Mankind so enraged. Even after the return of all the Primarchs, Valdor had never witnessed the Emperor of Mankind lose control, becoming so furious.
The entire conversation lasted three days and three nights.
In the beginning, Angron struggled to stay conscious. The psychic sound from the Butcher's Nails' loudspeaker and the Emperor of Mankind almost ruptured his eardrums, leaving Angron completely dazed. Eventually, the two began comparing who had the louder voice and the highest volume. Finally, the Emperor of Mankind got off his chair, walked over to Angron, and manually lowered the volume of the Butcher's Nails.
The Butcher's Nails felt extremely wronged by this mechanically adjustable speaker, and it cursed the Emperor of Mankind.
The term False Emperor appeared again and again. Angron, exhausted, tried to focus his eyes, but the Emperor of Mankind continued to torment him with his psychic-amplified loud voice.
Eventually, Angron was psychically lifted out by the Emperor of Mankind. Under Valdor's astonished gaze, this great Primarch was directly kicked in the backside by the Emperor of Mankind.
"...Is it finally over?"
Angron ignored Valdor's surprised look, stood up from the floor, and asked the Butcher's Nails.
[Of course. Did you want to flirt with the Emperor of Mankind! How dare he adjust my volume! I will remember this grudge!!!!]
"But... what did you two talk about?"
Angron tried to recall the entire conversation, but he quickly found that he had no memory of it whatsoever. The memories were like a dense fog that Angron could not pierce.
[Something about you and your brothers. Oh, right! What did we talk about... He tampered with my data! False Emperor...]
"Enough! Butcher's Nails, stop talking!"
Angron felt the Butcher's Nails should consider the setting. The repeated use of "False Emperor" made Angron feel slightly uneasy and fearful. If his other brothers heard that, the situation... [But we should set off, Angron, heading to Terra... My friend, are you ready to embrace your identity as the Emperor's son?]
[But before that, we have many things to do, such as learning how to get along with your brothers.]
Brothers... Angron had his own understanding of brotherhood. Having fought alongside Eunomous for so long, he already knew how to get along with brothers.
[So many twisted people, lunatics, man-babies... Oh! Just thinking about it gives me a headache.]
Twisted? Man-babies?
What was the Butcher's Nails talking about?
Could it be... my brothers?
When Angron stepped onto the ground again, he was in Deshia City, at the Deshia Arena.
He accepted the blood-red cloak made of brocade that Gell handed to him and draped it over himself. Although Angron did not like the color, it was a gift from his scions.
"Pure red is a bit too conspicuous. I think the markings on your bodies look quite good."
Angron stated his thoughts. Just when Gell thought the Primarch did not like their gift, he saw Angron drape it immediately behind him.
In the eyes of Gell and the War Hounds, this was a symbol of the Primarch accepting them—it represented the bond between the Primarch and them!
Angron scratched the silver-gray Butcher's Nails. Accompanied by his brothers, sisters, and Gell's group of scions, Angron arrived at the former position of the Slave Master in the Deshia Arena. His yellow eyes looked down.
A microphone was brought to him by Oedipus.
Gell looked at the mortals standing to Angron's left, and honestly, he felt a bit jealous.
"We once wielded weapons here. My hands were stained not only with the blood of enemies but also... that of our brothers and sisters. Was this our destiny?"
Angron spoke.
"Were we slaves? In this Deshia Arena, we were the playthings of the powerful. We should have died forgotten in the sewers, without glory, without honor. But this is not our destiny! This is not the future of Nuceria! My brothers and sisters! We succeeded!"
"We overthrew the Slave Masters! I stood with you! We are the victors! We breathe the air of freedom! But we must also remember what those damned Slave Masters did to us! We must remember the warriors who sacrificed themselves!"
"Cheer! My friends! Cheer for freedom! Cheer for victory! Cheer for Nuceria!"
Angron looked at the restless crowd below, a smile hanging on his lips.
"Gell... aren't there a few Slave Masters to be publicly executed here?"
Angron's question made Gell extremely awkward. The War Hounds had killed too brutally, so much so that they hadn't thought about leaving anyone alive.
After all, the humiliation suffered by the Father of the Primarchs had fueled their rage.
"But... this is not our end! Beyond this planet, there are more Slave Masters, those damned warlords... "
[Your father is the biggest one!]
"Cough, cough!" Angron choked on the words the Butcher's Nails had inserted.
"More worlds await our liberation!"
"Brothers and sisters! Go forth into the vast galaxy and exterminate those damned xenos, Slave Masters, and warlords!"
"For Humanity!"
Angron roared loudly. To be honest, Angron was not a perfect orator, but his emotion certainly stirred the feelings of many people.
They shouted Angron's name, cheered for Nuceria, and called out the name of the great, unseen Emperor...
Eunomous did not plan to go to Terra with Angron. Nuceria was now waiting to be rebuilt, and it needed someone to garrison it. However, Oedipus, a host of High Knights, and a small number of mortal War Hounds wished to follow Angron to Terra.
Although Angron was somewhat regretful that Eunomous could not accompany him to Terra, the thought that he wasn't leaving forever allowed him to let go of the feeling.
Under the Emperor's constant urging, Angron led the crowd back aboard the War Hounds flagship.
After confirming that Angron had boarded, the Emperor immediately and impatiently ordered the return voyage.
[Yes, baby! Like that! Plug it in, quickly plug me in, I want to see if there is a machine spirit present on this ship!]
However, under the conflicted gaze of Gell and the other Space Marines, they watched as Angron plugged the Butcher's Nails into the data port within the bridge.
"Do you know any doctors on Terra?" Gell rubbed his temples and asked quietly.
"Sorry... I really don't..." A nearby warrior replied, looking conflicted.
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