Konrad Curze extended his finger and pointed at Angron.
"..."
Angron sighed.
"It's in the future, Angron, I saw it."
"Alright! I understand, Konrad Curze, my brother, you mean you can foresee the future, is that right?!"
Angron asked loudly.
This made Konrad Curze nod uncomfortably, clutching his head, troubled by the visions; he could… yes, that's right.
"Yes!"
Konrad Curze nodded heavily.
"Then what kind of being am I in the future?"
"A raging madman."
Angron tried to calm the anger in his chest; he felt that none of his brothers could speak properly.
"For example?"
Angron asked.
"A madman with the nail."
Konrad Curze's simple words almost made Angron throw him off the city wall.
"Hmph, my friend, I can tell you, I am not a madman, and my nail is not either."
Angron stated with certainty.
"I mean! You should be a madman right now."
Konrad Curze's face showed a hint of grievance; he knew the future couldn't be changed, but the future had indeed changed, so why weren't his brothers listening to him seriously!
Angron pondered; every person who had the Butcher's Nails became a madman, a lunatic controlled by emotions, only capable of fighting, but he was an exception; he didn't believe that as a scions of the Emperor of Mankind, he had any special privileges.
After all, on Nuceria, he was just a slave; would you expect those Slave Masters to grant any special privileges to a slave?
The answer was obvious.
"Do you want to experience the fear of being dominated by the Butcher's Nails?"
The Butcher's Nails had a mischievous thought at this moment.
"I... experience it?"
Angron hesitated, then nodded.
"Experience what?"
This time, it was Konrad Curze's turn to be confused; these words didn't seem to be directed at him.
Soon he knew what Angron was talking about, as Angron's face twisted into a ferocious grimace, and powerful wrath flashed in his murky eyes!
Angron tried to resist this anger with his reason; he was gasping for breath, feeling every breath was agony; he wanted to cut something now!
"Is it like this! Konrad Curze! Is it like this?!!!!"
Angron roared, his hands gripping Konrad Curze's ceramite armor tightly; under the stimulation of the Butcher's Nails, Konrad Curze's ceramite slightly twisted.
"This kind of madness! This kind of rage! Tell me! What you saw!"
"You wretched thing, you tore my scions' cloak that he gave me! I should throw you down now… Enough! Enough, nail!"
Angron used his remaining reason to make System AI stop.
System AI instantly ceased.
"Yes! That's it! That's how you should be right now!!!!"
Konrad Curze looked as if he had discovered a new continent, nodding his head frantically like a chick.
"Let go of my father!!!!"
The last thing Gell and Khârn wanted to see finally happened; even if their current actions were rebellious, even if they disrespected a Primarch, they had to separate Konrad Curze from their Father of the Primarchs!
Konrad Curze's madness was indeed contagious!!!!
They stood in the distance and saw their Primarch talking to Konrad Curze for a few words, then they saw Angron shouting and becoming mentally unstable; it was Konrad Curze! It must be Konrad Curze!
What sorcery did he use!
Gell and Khârn rushed over directly, and Angron turned his head in confusion.
With a determined expression on his face, Gell punched Konrad Curze in the abdomen, while Khârn, like a loyal dog, guarded Angron's front.
The Butcher's Nails and Angron were both speechless.
"You guys..."
"Khârn! Quickly take my father away from here! Even if I die here today, I cannot let my father be infected with madness!!!!"
"Hahahaha! Your son is so interesting!"
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Your son! This is your son!
Angron held Gell in one hand and Khârn in the other, his face livid, as System AI's mocking laughter echoed in his mind.
"Stop laughing!"
Angron was somewhat annoyed; after all, no one would find it funny to be considered insane by their own scions.
It's all the Butcher's Nails' fault!
Konrad Curze followed behind Angron, watching Angron holding his scions; the two, one after the other, cast long, slanting shadows in the dim light.
"Konrad Curze is still behind."
Angron heard System AI's words and turned to look at Konrad Curze, muttering to himself, thinking, *Does this brother of mine have some peculiar hobby?*
"When will you lead your scions on the Great Crusade?"
Konrad Curze's voice, enough to send shivers down one's spine, rang out.
His hoarse voice was like fingernails scraping on steel; Angron looked at Konrad Curze, who had suddenly gone mad and then returned to normal. you on the Great Crusade."
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