193 Depending on Mental State

Depending on Mental State

In fact, as the primarch best at giving himself time off, Angron rarely went mad.

But the reality was that Angron was going mad right now.

Perhaps no one could accept another version of themselves becoming a pervert in some sense, especially one covered head to toe in little toys—just thinking of it made Angron scream internally.

In the silent room, everyone looked at one another. Only Angron, seated in an armchair, hung his head in poor spirits. Shadows fell across his face, revealing an utterly terrifying expression of dejection.

It was not that Angron's brothers and his old father respected him enough to leave him time and space to contemplate life. It was because of the Psychic Power pressure radiating from Angron's body—

That crushing power made everyone clearly sense that a Monstrous Creature was in an exceptionally foul mood. Its shadow hung over their souls, slowly staining them with chaotic grayness.

Nearly all the primarchs began to feel inexplicably depressed or mentally muddled. Even Dorn pressed his lips tightly together.

The Emperor, meanwhile, had removed himself from the situation. He turned his head and took a sip of hot tea.

Only Hades remained unaffected, but Hades did not want to speak right now. He had social awareness, and judging from Angron's expression, this was not a good time to open his mouth.

At last, wearing the grave expression of a profound thinker, Angron slowly spoke.

"I never thought..."

His pale lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out. The thought of what he might become made Angron dizzy.

And what made Angron feel most sorrowful and crazed was that after hearing Dorn's words—

He had instinctively thought of something.

Before his reason, left far behind, could