Py Trade (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Can't convince him! Absolutely can't convince him!

Angron, with the Butcher's Nails removed, was completely broken. Even with Francis holding a knife to his throat, he merely shifted his position and lay there.

"Don't say anything else. I plan to rot here."

"I will never serve the Emperor again. Give up on that idea."

"I'm so tired. I just want to rest."

"If you're not going to kill me, do me a favor and close the door when you leave."

After speaking, Angron scratched his backside and closed his eyes, ready to rest.

Francis: ...

"Come with me. I can resurrect your father and your comrades. No one but me can help you achieve this."

"Or how about I let you slaughter Nuceria? If things go wrong, we can just run."

"If, even with that..."

Before Francis could finish, Angron sat up instantly. "Deal!"

In a short while, he had put on his Power Armour and stood before Francis, saying excitedly, "Let's go, I'm ready!"

Francis: ...

Along the way, Francis couldn't help but reflect. Was Angron's weakness really that simple?

He said resurrect, but he didn't say resurrect the original body. He could just clone a fake dad using their genes later.

A fake dad is still a dad, right?

He didn't even notice the changes around them.

The battle had entered a white-hot stage. A large number of Marauder-class Titans were exchanging heavy fire with Ork Titans. Ork Boys, piloting Gargantuans, were constantly clashing with Contemptor tanks.

The entire sky was stained black, countless shattered parts rained down on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of roasted mushrooms and grilled meat.

When the two of them appeared outside the warship, all the World Eaters turned to look at them. They actually saw a smile on Angron?

And his head was completely bare, not a single Butcher's Nail on it.

This made the World Eaters feel even more creeped out. A World Eater with a severed arm, blood seeping from his head, asked with a trembling voice.

"What exactly did you do to our Primarch? What did you do to him!!"

As the other World Eaters looked over, Francis snapped out of his daze. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he said, "Your Primarch is very... smooth~"

Angron: ...

The other World Eaters clearly didn't understand that Francis was teasing them. Instead, they were utterly convinced that their Primarch had been subjected to something terrible by the Ork before them!

They all roared with red eyes, "Beast!!!"

"Kill him!!!"

Seeing this group of tin cans charging towards their boss, the Ork Boys cheered with joy. "Boss! Boss! Waaaaaaagh~"

Francis's mouth twitched. He knew these brutes were unreliable. He nudged Angron beside him and said, "Say something. You don't want your sons to be beaten to death by me, do you?"

Angron knew he wasn't joking. He quickly stepped forward and shouted, "I'm fine, and he's not an Ork. He's the Eleventh Primarch, Francis. We don't need to fight them."

Hearing this, the surrounding World Eaters' eyes flickered with confusion. What was their Primarch saying?

Were these xenos Orks the Primarch's subordinates, and that Ork boss was the Primarch?

They couldn't believe it. Even though they had betrayed the Imperium, they still detested all xenos.

To have a xenos fight alongside them, and a xenos they had fought against?

Was this something a Legion Primarch would say?

Just as everyone was lost in confusion, with a bang, Kharn burst out from a mountain of corpses in the distance. He walked step by step towards Angron, dragging his injured body.

Half of his Power Armour was gone, and he was covered from head to toe in someone's blood. Beneath his blood-soaked face, a pair of chilling eyes were revealed.

"Primarch, are you serious?"

"Have you also abandoned the Butcher's Nails? What are we supposed to do?"

"If you insist on doing this, I will obey."

Saying that, Kharn pulled out a Butcher's Nail he had picked up and looked at Angron. If the Primarch said he wanted it installed, Kharn would immediately install this Butcher's Nail for him.

Unfortunately, Angron didn't say that. Instead, he said, "We will return to Nuceria soon. Then we will be a true family."

The two of them walked past Kharn, who stood there, still holding the Butcher's Nail in his hands.

Crack!

Kharn crushed the Butcher's Nail, his eyes expressionless. He looked at the still confused World Eaters and said, "I will continue to follow the Primarch."

With that, he turned and followed the two of them, and the other wavering World Eaters could only follow.

As for Francis...

"I figured we'd have to fight, but boss is awesome! Hehehe~"

"Boss, look, I've got nails in my head too, they're still moving, so cool!" An Ork Boy, with his head full of Butcher's Nails, showed off, and the Gretchin on the ground wanted some too.

The Ork Boy dotingly hammered a nail into the Gretchin's head, which only made the Gretchin yowl in pain.

"Boss, look, I made a nail gun, these nails are awesome!"

"Me too, me too! I made a nail rake~"

A group of Ork Boys surrounded Francis, chattering incessantly and constantly flattering him.

Although Angron couldn't understand Ork-speak, he could feel that they liked Francis very much. He then said, "It seems they like you a lot. Being an Ork isn't so bad after all."

"Heh, yeah, it's alright. Maybe I'll let you try it sometime."

Francis gave a wry smile, glad Angron didn't know what these Orks were saying.

All around lay the corpses of dead Orks, but more prevalent were the spores constantly emanating from the bodies. The areas beside the corpses had already turned into swamps.

Starting from the weakest Gretchin, new Ork Boys continuously grew!

Right by Francis's feet, a delicious Squig had just grown, wriggling like a slice of toast.

Francis scooped up the Squig and brought it to Angron's mouth, saying, "Try it? These just-grown ones are incredibly delicious because the bones are still soft. Just one bite."

"Tsk! You know those crispy bone beef sausages? It tastes just like that!"

The World Eaters: ...

The Ork Boys: !!!

Angron: ???

Seeing Angron wave his hands frantically, Francis reluctantly tossed the delicious Squig aside, letting the Ork Boys fight over it themselves.

Unexpectedly, in order to snatch one delicious Squig, the Ork Boys escalated from a few people brawling with their choppas to thousands of them crashing their Gargantuans into each other.

Francis's face instantly flushed red. "Uh... they just really like to fight over food, don't overthink it."

Finally.

They saw Horus, standing amidst a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, clad in custom-made, giant Terminator armor. As he crushed an Ork Titan in his hand, he also saw them.

A blazing fire ignited in Horus's heart. At this point, Angron was consorting with xenos?

Shame! A deep disgrace!

He even wanted to expel Angron and the World Eaters from the rebel ranks!

The more Horus thought about it, the angrier he became. He then suddenly threw the Titan arm in his hand towards them and roared, "Angron! Have you fallen so low as to associate with Orks?!"

Francis also threw a punch, directly smashing the Titan arm. The falling metal fragments startled the Gretchin on the ground, making them dodge back and forth.

"Waaaaaagh~"

The Orks watching from the side thought they were dancing and started clapping!

The originally somber atmosphere suddenly became bizarre.

Angron took a deep breath and stepped forward, revealing what he considered a brotherly demeanor, and said.

"Horus, he's not a xeno! He's Francis!"

"He's also your brother!"

Angron pointed at the Ork boss, who was over ten meters tall, his voice echoing in the air. At this moment, all fighting stopped. The Astartes looked at the scene in shock.

"Shut up!!!"

"You traitor who sided with xenos!"

"Don't you dare call me your brother!"

Horus's eyes widened like copper bells, his face flushed like an eggplant, and he roared hysterically.

Horus felt his entire head swelling, as if all his blood was rushing to his head, while his feet grew cold!