The Aggro-Attraction Ability of the Main Tank

"Angron... ten thousand years, and we meet again."

The Lion King's gaze fell on the ascended "Angron." It could hardly be called brotherly affection. After all, he had never thought much of the fellow in the first place.

Still, he had never expected that after sleeping for ten thousand years, the first "familiar face" he saw upon waking would be this man.

Talk about bad luck.

"Hahahaha!" Brutality once again filled Angron's eyes. His low growl sounded mocking, perhaps derisive, mixed with grating static. "Ryan... El'... Johnson. Have you crawled out of your grave too? But what are you protecting now? The rotting Imperium, or that nauseating, hypocritical Corpse Emperor?!"

The Lion King's figure stood like a dark-green mountain. The lion-head emblem on his Power Armor reflected a chilling gleam in the surrounding firelight. Ignoring Angron's taunts, he placed one hand on the hilt of the Lion Sword at his waist. His expression remained impassive, and his voice was steady and calm as he retorted, "What I protect has never changed from beginning to end. But you... ten thousand years have passed, and you're still a 'slave,' a 'Beast.'"

"I was never a slave!!!"

Angron roared furiously. Why did everyone he met call him a slave? Enraged, he bellowed, "I am a Daemon Prince—the Red Angel, Angron!!!"

"Isn't that still a slave? Should I congratulate you for changing masters?" The Lion King raised his eyelids and cast Angron a mocking look, letting out a cold snort. "Or do you simply enjoy being treated like a 'slave'? Does it make you feel as if you've returned to Nuceria? Shall I hammer two more nails into your skull?"

Ryan... Angron's Blood Qi surged wildly, and the Butcher's Nails in his forehead flashed with frantic red light.

"You don't have to shout so