Angron wished he could immediately slaughter all the noble elites on the entire planet.
Konrad Curze was puzzled; he hadn't yet shown his brother his world.
"Just you and me! My brother! Since you possess that interesting ability of yours, can you see what I am about to show you! My! Brother!"
Angron stared intently at Konrad Curze.
He understood Konrad Curze, but he did not believe in that ghost-like future.
His destiny was his to control!
Well!
The Butcher's Nails controlled half of his destiny.
Angron grabbed Konrad Curze's hand, and amidst the puzzled stares of the onlookers, they hurriedly walked into a small room.
"Gell! I need machinery! A computer or a video playback device!"
"my father! I will have them brought down immediately!"
"Sevatar! You go fetch one!"
Konrad Curze did not know what Angron intended to show him, but he still signaled Sevatar to retrieve several such devices.
When Konrad Curze accompanied Angron into the room, Angron sat directly on a chair—a luxurious one.
After sitting for a moment, Angron clutched his head.
"Tell me, nail, this isn't real."
[In fact, this is true.
Nostramo is beyond saving.
Slaughter and murder have become part of this planet's culture, just like Nuceria.
No, it is worse than Nuceria!]
"Just like Nuceria"—this phrase struck Angron's heart like a heavy hammer.
He gasped for air.
"Will we fail?"
Angron asked.
Their achievements would be stolen?
They would fail?
[Angron, no, this will not happen.
A beautiful future is the driving force of human progress.
It is inevitable that those in power will use that power after succession, which is why we need overseers.]
[These are minor issues, Angron.
We have plenty of time to deal with Nuceria's affairs.
The priority is Nostramo.
Oh!
How interesting!
unit two, guess what I found?
Xenos... rather interesting.]
Angron knew the capabilities of the Butcher's Nails in his head.
The moment he mentioned xenos, Angron could no longer suppress his rage.
He punched the table over.
"Tell me, Konrad Curze! What do you see right now!"
Angron demanded loudly.
"Nothing."
Konrad Curze opened his pale lips and spoke his truth.
"Gell! Khârn! And that one called Sevatar!"
"Can Sevatar be trusted, nail!"
[He can!]
"Take my brother to take a bath!!!!"
Angron's explosive voice rang out.
"Do you trust me! Konrad Curze!"
Before the Space Marines entered, Angron asked in an unusually gentle tone.
He knew he couldn't push Konrad Curze too hard right now.
"I..."
Konrad Curze hesitated for a few seconds, but he thought of Angron, the only demigod brother who believed in him.
"I trust you!"
He spoke this sentence solemnly.
The cleaned-up Konrad Curze looked like a completely different person.
His messy hair now fell smoothly, his black locks still draped over his battle armor.
Angron demanded that all the miscellaneous decorations on him be removed, which caused great resentment among the Night Lords.
They felt that Angron, this newly returned Primarch, was being too controlling!
He wasn't the Emperor!!!!
When the device was brought in.
System AI scanned the surroundings to ensure there were no surveillance devices!
When the data began to play, Sevatar no longer cared about the rumors within his Legion regarding the War Hounds!
He stared at the files flashing past.
"...Blasphemy!!!!"
Sevatar painfully closed his eyes!
Konrad Curze himself was completely stunned.
He hid himself in a darker mental space, watching how Nostramo had murdered the governor he appointed, watching how these individuals had overthrown the government he established.
He looked at the files: trading with xenos, funneling scum into the Legion.
This was—treason!
Nostramo had lied to him!
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