Angron cursed System AI while motioning for Eunomous and Gell to be lighter on his back. He had calculated everything, yet he hadn't anticipated that once he regained control of his body, the soreness would make him want to use the most venomous words of Nuceria to curse System AI!
But remembering the scene where the Butcher's Nails would shock him if he cursed, Angron chose to shut up.
He did not want to suffer any more unwarranted misfortune.
"Eunomous! Your arm!"
"It is a warrior's glory!" Eunomous said nonchalantly. Although he was missing an arm, witnessing the liberation of Nuceria was enough for him.
Angron's massive body lay sprawled on the bed like a giant bear. This sudden onset of pain was uncomfortable, but it also benefited Angron greatly; at least he now had a better understanding of his body and fighting techniques.
"The Nuceria government wants to negotiate with us. They are willing to submit to you, my father."
While helping Angron relieve his muscle tension, Gell spoke about the situation on Nuceria's side. After the last remaining troops were completely routed by the War Hounds, they had no military strength left. Even if they despised the actions of Angron, the wild dog, they had to lower their arrogant heads when the tide had turned.
Surrender? Angron forced his body up from the bed.
"What do you think, Gell?" Angron threw the question to his scions, whom he had only met a few times.
As the Legion Commander, Gell was both delighted and apprehensive. Delighted that Angron was not an autocratic person, but apprehensive that if he didn't handle this question properly, it might affect Angron's view of the War Hounds.
"my father, your command is the direction we follow." The shrewd Gell kicked the question back.
Angron sighed, then looked at his mentor, Eunomous.
"You are the leader of the War Hounds, I am not." Eunomous also kicked the ball back.
Angron stood up. The atmosphere in the room was completely silent. Angron looked at Gell, sensing Gell's apprehension. He placed his large hand on Gell's shoulder, trying to force a smile.
"I hate them. They treated us as slaves, throwing us into the slaughter pits to fight each other for their amusement. I have every right to hate them! To kill them! To hang their heads high."
"They hammered this thing into my head, the Butcher's Nails..." Angron pointed to the Butcher's Nails deeply embedded in his scalp.
Hearing Angron's words, Gell's heart was filled with remorse. He should have immediately declared that these wretches who insulted his Gene-Father should all be killed, chopped up, and thrown into the fields as fertilizer!
"It's understandable that you didn't know what I went through, my... child." Angron paused, his mouth twitching.
A hint of tenderness appeared on his rough, rugged face. Gell could tell that his father was not as ferocious as his appearance suggested. Gell found it hard to imagine sensing such tenderness and subtlety from a coarse man.
"But I know that simple slaughter goes against our original intention of liberating Nuceria. nail... someone once told me that war is the continuation of politics, but he also said the following: politics is a matter for later. I accept their surrender, but I accept the surrender of the Nuceria government, not those Slave Masters who deserve to be hanged."
Gell listened carefully to Angron's words, his heart boiling with anger. He could not tolerate those who had insulted his Gene-Father still living!
Slave Masters or the government, Gell already had a plan in mind.
"Gell, I entrust this matter to you and Oedipus to handle together." Angron spoke, assigning the task to Gell.
Gell nodded slightly, his fists tightly clenched. He looked at Angron's golden irises.
"my father, your will be done!" Gell withdrew.
"A good child." Eunomous said with some satisfaction.
"Father... I..."
"Enough, Angron, there's no point in saying more! Your biological father has arrived, hasn't he? You should have a good talk. Everything I could teach you is done. Nuceria is not your end, but your beginning. You have a far broader future ahead. We succeeded, Angron. I am proud of you."
Eunomous embraced Angron with one arm. The atmosphere suddenly became melancholic.
Just as Angron felt Eunomous's body heat.
"Knock, knock, knock." A knock sounded at the door.
"Enter." Angron said.
Soon, a Sisters of Silence wearing golden power armor and a female Custodian Guard walked in.
"Lord Angron, the Emperor has been waiting for you for a long time." The female Custodian Guard walked in. Even though she wore heavy power armor, she made no sound. Her gaze swept over Eunomous and Angron in the room.
"Go now, Angron." Eunomous patted Angron's back.
Angron then strode after the Sisters of Silence and the female Custodian Guard until they stepped onto the Thunderhawk Gunship.
As the Thunderhawk Gunship slowly lifted off the ground, Angron gazed at the red sands of Nuceria.
The crimson world filled Angron's heart with praise.
The moment Angron saw the massive fleet formation, he was stunned by the sight. The gigantic *Imperator Somnium* made Angron marvel at the wisdom of mankind.
[This ship is welcoming us.] System AI conveyed this message to Angron. After System AI caused a scene on the *Imperator Somnium* last time, he discovered that the ship contained an artificial intelligence.
Perhaps it should be called a machine spirit.
[You can go see your biological old man now! My friend, you should ask him if he has the technology to remove me from your head.]
Angron remained silent, simply listening to the Butcher's Nails talking. To be honest, he had grown somewhat fond of this constant chatter, and furthermore, Angron no longer had to endure the pain whenever he absorbed the painful emotions of others.
After the Thunderhawk Gunship landed on the *Imperator Somnium*. Angron stepped out.
He saw the Emperor of Mankind waiting for him.
"Alright, Angron, the matter is concluded. When do you plan to start the Great Crusade? Tomorrow or the day after?"
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