The god of war's roar was a chainaxe. The grooves on its teeth proved it was an excellent artifact for drawing blood. The constantly flickering disintegration field in the center of the axe cleverly concealed its other function: a Warp transmitter.
The axe handle was exquisitely carved with a fierce hound. Angron stepped forward and picked up the weapon. The heavy feel greatly satisfied him. He quickly swung it a few times, and the axe spun through the air. Soon, Angron nodded.
"My brothers, you are all geniuses in forging. I really should make time to learn this exquisite skill from you. This delicate gift makes me feel ashamed..."
Angron's rough and moved expression made Ferrus Manus and Vulkan shake their heads helplessly.
"Alright, my brother, this is what they should do. If you want to express your gratitude, conquer more planets during the Great Crusade to show your praise for them!"
Rogal Dorn stepped forward, looked at his brothers with his arms crossed, and said.
Even Vulkan frowned.
"Rogal Dorn, everything is good about him, except... he has a mouth."
Angron smiled, listening to System AI's complaints about his brothers.
"Loyalty is our duty, Dorn, but I think I should engrave this brotherhood in my heart. The Imperial Fists' help to the War Hounds has also been immense. You wouldn't want me to be a villain who accepts your kindness and then speaks ill of you behind your back, would you!"
Angron spoke directly, following the speech template System AI had given him. Angron could see Rogal Dorn's face visibly flush, and then he nodded heavily.
"What else do you need?"
After seeing Rogal Dorn speak normally, Angron shook his head.
"Yes! Ask for it! If there's a Titan Legion, ask for a Titan Legion. If there are warships, ask for warships! Why not ask! Ask!!!"
"Uh, brother, how about you lend me a few Titan Legions and a few fleets?"
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Rogal Dorn thought Angron was joking.
"This isn't funny."
But after seeing Angron's serious expression, Rogal Dorn thought for a long time.
"Alright, the vehicles and siege engines have already been sent to you War Hounds. If there's nothing else, I'm very busy here, so I won't bother you!"
Rogal Dorn subtly rejected Angron.
But who would have thought Angron would directly grab Rogal Dorn's arm.
"Brother!"
That address of 'brother' was extremely fawning, and Rogal Dorn's face stiffened.
He somewhat regretted coming to see Angron off.
"You..."
"How about you lend me some Imperial Fists."
Rogal Dorn directly broke free from Angron's hand.
"Angron, that's enough!"
Rogal Dorn quickly left. He couldn't quite handle this brother of his.
Ferrus Manus and Vulkan watched the fleeing Rogal Dorn. It was the first time they had seen Rogal Dorn in such an undignified state.
"Alright! Just a suggestion."
Angron scratched the Butcher's Nails on his head.
"Alright, brothers, we're setting sail. Thank you for your help!"
Angron gave each of his two brothers a huge hug. When he came before Ferrus Manus.
"No opportunity this time, but I'll visit your octagonal cage on your ship later."
"It's a deal, my brother!"
Ferrus Manus didn't expect Angron to still remember this. He grasped Angron's hand, looking at his newly returned brother with firm eyes.
"Alright! For humanity, brother, you should set sail!"
Ferrus Manus patted Angron's shoulder.
After Angron watched Ferrus Manus and Vulkan leave.
Angron took a deep breath. The journey to Terra was basically over.
"The real trouble is still behind you."
System AI warned Angron. Angron turned his head and saw Konrad Curze, like an unloved giant bat, squatting on the ground. Beside him were his two scions, one was Sevatar, and the other was Shen.
Further out, Gell and Kharn led Angron's Honor Guard, standing in a line, separating the Night Lords, those madmen, from Angron.
"My brother... why aren't you leaving!"
"Is there... something?"
Angron thought of what the Butcher's Nails had told him: Konrad Curze wanted to join him on the Great Crusade.
"Don't you know?"
Konrad Curze stood up. He tried to approach Angron, but his gaunt, tall body was blocked by Gell and the other War Hounds, keeping him one person's distance from Angron.
When his cold eyes fixed on Gell and the others, Gell showed no weakness, even though he knew they were facing a Primarch, his father's brother. But to prevent Konrad Curze from having an episode with Angron, these loyal scions, who worried incessantly about their old father, bravely stood in front of Konrad Curze.
"Gell, Kharn, I think my brother won't attack me this time!"
"Right, my brother."
Angron asked with a smile.
"Of course."
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