Angron charged at Lin Fan. Other than the sounds of his metal body moving, there was no other sound.
"Why can't I control this body?!" Orikan shouted from within the core, and only Angron could hear him.
Lin Fan turned to look at the giant lunging toward him, thinking Orikan's new body had gone out of control.
Casually catching the fist with one hand, Lin Fan smiled. "Orikan, now that you're built like Angron, why has your temper become so much worse too?"
A heavy, weary voice answered him. "Kill me."
Angron?
Lin Fan froze for a moment. Then Angron's other fist struck him in the face.
The living metal fist displayed astonishing malleability upon impact, bursting across Lin Fan's cheek like water before retracting and reforming.
Lin Fan blinked. Blades sprang from his arms, and with a horizontal slash, he severed the giant's knee. He followed up with two more cuts, chopping off both arms as well. Trazyn coordinated with Lin Fan's movements, using a special device to reduce the living metal's activity.
"Angron, calm down. We have no intention of being your enemy." Looking at the giant, who was temporarily unable to move, Lin Fan tapped the enormous spherical observation lens on Angron's head with a finger, trying to communicate with him.
The spherical observer could not reveal any detail of Angron's expression, much less the movements of his eyes that might expose his inner thoughts. Lin Fan could only judge from the rough alignment of the sphere with his face that Angron was looking at him.
"Kill me," Angron continued to repeat his request.
"This..." As Lin Fan hesitated, the silent Konrad Curze moved. Like an imperceptible wisp of shadow, he passed through the gaps between the standing Primarchs.
Konrad Curze stood before Angron, looking at his