"Angron, hm?"
After hearing the Psychic noble's words, a complicated expression appeared on Ubondrak's face.
The other Drakasi nobles looked at one another, all wearing expressions of profound and unspoken meaning.
"No matter what, he is a powerful warrior, and powerful warriors are exactly what we need right now." Ubondrak spread his hands and turned to address everyone beside him. "Since he is coming, that means the Blood God's gaze has already fallen upon this planet called Brumm."
At this, the Chaos Space Marine leaders, mortal slave masters, Daemons, and other nobles all nodded in strong agreement.
At least the Daemon Prince had not been wrong about one thing: they needed a warrior as powerful as Angron.
No matter what, Angron was a Daemon Primarch.
"But there is another problem. If Angron arrives, how do we get him to help cover our retreat?"
Someone asked.
"Yes, yes, and we have to find a way not to get chopped to pieces when we ask him. What should we do? Promise him a splendid gladiatorial match—would that work?"
Someone else chimed in.
Ubondrak listened to their questions and silently considered them.
In the end, this outstanding alien who had risen from a reptile into a Khorne Demon Prince made a decision. "We cannot leave Brumm."
Under the questioning gazes of all the Drakasi nobles, Ubondrak carried his twin axes as his massive body paced past each companion. His fierce, violent eyes, containing the faintest trace of reason, swept over them.
"The Blood God has cast his gaze upon this world. What does that mean?"
"It means a war of rivers of blood is about to come. No—no, that is not right. Perhaps it has already begun."
"We should find a way to please the Blood God in this world's war. If our