Angron opened his eyes and looked at Gell.
"my father, the Nostramo Astropathic Choir has received a message. An Imperial Navy vessel has gone missing and sent out a distress signal before its disappearance."
Gell looked at Angron. Normally, he wouldn't need to report such a minor matter to Angron.
"There's a squad of Sisters of Silence on board."
Angron narrowed his eyes. Sisters of Silence?
It seemed his father was trying to do something, but it appeared to have backfired. Scattered.
"Find the last location where the distress signal was sent. Does Konrad Curze know about this?"
"Lord Konrad Curze is aware of this. He has already prepared the Night Lords." At night.
"Then what are we waiting for!"
Gell and the others looked at Angron, who gazed at the flashing Butcher's Nails.
"OK!"
Hearing System AI's words, Angron immediately unplugged the data neural interface... On the nightfall.
Konrad Curze sat on his throne, his eyes much clearer now, even though illusions still plagued him. He stroked a fresh skull on his throne; it was taken from the head of Jandor Skalewok, a scion who had betrayed him. A red bar of dye marked the pristine white skull.
This represented the friendship between the Night Lords and the War Hounds.
Konrad Curze lowered his gaze.
"My Lord, Lord Angron has returned to the redemption."
"Then let's depart and see what our father is up to now."
Konrad Curze watched the slowly descending steel.
"Sevatar..."
Konrad Curze suddenly called out the name of his most favored scion.
"My Lord?"
Sevatar looked at his father, puzzled. After this incident, he felt his father had changed. He didn't know if this was good or bad, but for the Night Lords, at least Konrad Curze had started to pay attention to the Legion, so overall, it was a good thing.
"Send a team to Nuceria to study the Butcher's Nails device."
Sevatar nodded.
Konrad Curze closed his eyes.
"My Lord." Beautiful.
Konrad Curze opened his eyes and looked at his scion with suspicion. Land.
Sevatar took out a box. The simple red and gold packaging immediately told Konrad Curze that it was a Nuceria specialty. Liu.
"This was entrusted to Varys by Lord Angron to give to you. Lord Angron said to eat more, as he fears you might be blown away by the wind."
Konrad Curze took the box from Sevatar's hand.
He carefully opened it.
Inside were bat-shaped desserts.
"Hahahahaha!"
His gaunt shoulders hunched, Konrad Curze burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his stomach. His hoarse laughter made Sevatar stand by, not daring to breathe.
"Sevatar."
The Night Haunter's voice rang out.
"Has your duel with Varys begun?"
"Not... yet."
"Defeat him, my son."
Upon hearing these words, Sevatar's eyes welled up. He hadn't heard the word "son" from his Gene-Father in a long time.
He nodded heavily.
Sorry, Varys. Sevatar had originally intended to spare Varys, given the Twelfth Legion's assistance to their Legion.
But now, the Primarch's renewed mention gave Sevatar a new goal: to smash Varys to the ground and have Konrad Curze witness it!
"Alright! Little bats, come and taste the War Hounds' craftsmanship."
Konrad Curze smiled. After his emotions were absorbed by Angron, his overall mental state had improved significantly.
Sevatar and the others gathered around, looking at the dessert box in Konrad Curze's hand.
"Are you waiting for the food to rot? I didn't realize my children were a bunch of vultures who enjoy eating rotten corpses."
Under Konrad Curze's sinister voice, Sevatar and Shen were the first to reach out their hands.
They grabbed the bat desserts and stuffed them into their mouths.
"Is it delicious?"
Konrad Curze asked.
"Too sweet."
Sevatar gave his evaluation.
"Too sweet? Oh, it is indeed too sweet."
Konrad Curze nodded.
P.S.: Third update! Any votes, friends!
volume one: Chapter 41 Chapter 40 Angron's New Ability!
Xyriel.
This was a feudal world.
When the Thirteenth Expeditionary Fleet burst out of the Warp, System AI immediately tried to hack into the facilities on this planet. However, he failed because there were no electronic devices on this planet.
Angron felt System AI's failure and disbelief, and he burst out laughing. For some reason, seeing System AI frustrated made him want to laugh, but the price was that he had to endure System AI's electric shock.
"my father!"
Gell looked at Angron, who was twitching all over.
"I~~~~'m fine!!!!! I'm~~~~fine!"
Gell looked at Angron, whose voice was already distorted by electricity, and pondered for a long time. Was he really fine?
"Alright! Send diplomatic envoys to the world below!"
Angron said.
"As you wish."
When Gell retreated.
Angron looked at the planet below, a vibrant blue planet.
System AI began using the ship to detect if there were other signals in this star system, as this was where the Holy Mission had last sent its signal.
Soon, System AI noticed something amiss; there was no signal residue throughout the entire star system.
No signal residue? Woo.
"Angron, wait!"
System AI felt he should try a different approach if data wasn't working.
"Angron, use your brain!" Sulfur.
?
Angron was confused. My brain? My brain isn't... "Psyker..." Beautiful.
When Angron heard System AI's words, he instantly knew what System AI wanted to do.
He released his Psyker, but Angron could only cover his ship.
But the next second, Angron felt himself directly flying up!
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