This was not funny.
When System AI first arrived in the Warhammer universe, he felt the presence of a machine spirit. He had originally intended to invade the Emperor's Dream and teleport himself and Angron back, as a decisive battle was currently taking place on the ground!
At such a critical moment, System AI felt that if he and Angron weren't there, he couldn't imagine how many more people would have to sacrifice themselves.
The powerful data flow of the Emperor's Dream caused System AI to heat up. This wasn't a figure of speech; he was literally heating up. Angron only felt as if the Butcher's Nails on his head were boiling water. Although it was just a joke, the noticeably hot Butcher's Nails made Angron very uneasy.
"my father!"
Angron spoke, feeling anxious. He knew it was wrong to present his conditions to the Emperor of Mankind now, but he was extremely worried about the situation of his comrades and brothers.
"I don't know what you want."
"But, I have more important matters now."
Angron was very uneasy. The nail hadn't responded since just now, and the ship's alarm kept blaring.
And the Emperor of Mankind, he just stood there, his flickering psychic power making his true form unclear.
"What could be more important than the great human endeavor?"
The Emperor pursed his lips. When he spoke,
Angron was displeased.
"I don't understand what you mean by the great human endeavor, but the great endeavor in my eyes is the liberation of Nuceria!"
"Father! Are the people on Nuceria not human?!"
Angron spoke with great emotion, his gaze firmly fixed on the Emperor. That resolute expression moved the Emperor.
The Emperor of Mankind thought of Vulkan, another of Angron's brothers.
"My child, I will give you an identical army."
"my father, that is your army!"
The Emperor of Mankind looked at Angron, who was resisting him, his eyes trembling for a moment.
"The Imperium and the local government have reached an agreement. They agree to let you go and are willing to pledge allegiance to the Imperium. My child, a temporary sacrifice…"
"Your role is for humanity, to undertake the Great Crusade. Will you go or… not go?!"
The Emperor of Mankind clearly had no patience to talk more with Angron. He turned the question into an affirmative statement!
Angron looked at his biological father.
System AI clearly couldn't stand it anymore.
"Oh! Look! Look who it is!"
"The great Emperor of Mankind! Praise you! Listen to those words you're saying! Are you going to say that my dear son Angron! Humanity's Great Crusade needs you more! Don't be confined to one world! One planet! TMD Seven... System AI: Don't attack me with data!"
The Emperor of Mankind lowered his gaze, listening to the voice on the broadcast—a rebellious voice that held no respect for him.
"Mister nail?"
The Emperor of Mankind's tone was very gentle. He looked at Angron. The purpose of his visit this time was not just for Angron, but more for this 'nail' that was stirring up ripples in the long river of destiny.
"Hello! Emperor of Mankind!"
"Humanity needs you."
"Don't pin big labels on me! Others don't know, but I know you! I've read the story of the Roman She-Wolf many times..."
"Enough!"
As light erupted like the sun, Angron defensively raised the scream in his hand. He looked at the furiously enraged Emperor of Mankind. The Emperor of Mankind's face was ashen, but it was undeniable that the nail's words seemed to pierce directly into the Emperor of Mankind's heart!
The Roman She-Wolf?
Angron committed these four words to memory.
"Humanity..."
"I will have a good chat with you when I have time, but not now, great Emperor of Mankind. I found a self-destruct device on your ship. This is not a threat, if you care about your scions, if you truly care!"
System AI repeated the sentence.
"Look at his current appearance, neither human nor ghost!"
"We must finish this battle."
"What do you think? Gre! At! Em! Peror! Of! Man! Kind!"
Time was pressing. System AI felt he was insane to dare threaten the Emperor of Mankind like this, especially if the Emperor of Mankind, displeased, simply decided to kill Angron!
The Emperor of Mankind narrowed his eyes, contemplating something unknown.
"One week's time."
The Emperor of Mankind compromised. Neither Angron nor System AI knew why the Emperor of Mankind would agree. But as he waved his hand and teleported Angron away using psychic power.
"There is no such thing as a self-destruct device on my ship."
System AI heard this sentence, which was clearly directed at him, and his data became corrupted. After all, he knew the Emperor of Mankind was strong, but he had never imagined the Emperor of Mankind would be... this powerful.
"Hey! nail! Why am I crying!"
"Maybe you were moved to tears upon seeing your father!"
System AI retracted his synapse, successfully finding another one of Angron's nerves.
But the two quickly realized one thing: they had not been teleported back to Nuceria by the Emperor of Mankind.
This was a pristine, brilliant hall. Angron stood within this Triumph Hall. The Imperial banners fluttered high above the dome, and countless warriors wearing Ceramite Power Armor painted in grey-white and midnight blue knelt on the ground, gazing up at their Primarch.
The Twelfth Legion had long known that their Primarch was on the planet below. They felt the stirring of the gene-seed within their bodies, a sensation indescribable in words, like a third heart.
Soon, a warrior who appeared to be a leader stepped forward.
"Great Father of the Primarchs."
"Angron, my name is... Angron Talco."
Angron looked at the warrior approaching him, his gaze very calm. He could sense the warrior's excitement, confusion, bewilderment, reverence—too many emotions.
"Your name."
Angron asked softly and gently, unlike the raging lunatic who had killed Commander Gell upon arrival.
"Gell."
This time, Gell lived.
"Alright, Gell! I still have a war to fight!"
Angron patted Gell on the shoulder with his large, heavy hand, then turned and left immediately. But Angron quickly realized that the group of warriors was following closely behind him, their eyes resolute.
"my father!"
Gell stepped forward.
"It just so happens I need some reinforcements."
Angron thought for a moment, then spoke with a smile.
"As you wish!"
Gell looked down at Angron.
"Did you hear that! War Hounds! my father will witness our courage! Prepare your equipment! Send the enemies of the Father of the Primarchs to repent in hell!"
War Hounds, eh?
Angron listened to the name expressionlessly. He finally understood why the nail had told him to use the name War Hounds.
So, Butcher's Nails, what else do you know?
Angron thought to himself.
"Hahahahaha! nail, you damn—!"
Angron shouted angrily. Gell looked at Angron in surprise. He did not know why his Primarch was suddenly laughing so loudly.
"Uh... I have a sickness in my head!"
Angron said, feeling extremely aggrieved.
"I think you should smile at a time like this."
"I'm laughing at you..."
Gell looked at the self-talking Angron. It seemed the Father of the Primarchs was right; he truly did have a sickness.
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