"This is all you've got?"
Lady Psyche glanced sideways. On the bed, Angron lay sunk into the bedding, irritably waving a hand.
[Whichever Ork wants to fight can fight—I've done my best.]
The Lord of Carnage let out a long, chant-like sigh.
[Orks again... Necrons again. Can't 'Guilliman' send me something more interesting to play with?]
As the Lord of Carnage spoke, his gaze uncontrollably drifted toward the other end of the battlefield. There, the battle-axe clenched in Lord of the Red Sands' hand trembled—
The abilities of the two Angrons were more like high-powered transmitting and receiving antennas. Not only could they powerfully project the emotions they wished to resonate with, but they were also extremely sensitive to the noisy emotions of the outside world.
However, Angron seemed to have instinctively mastered a way to block incoming emotions. Golden light spread around him.
Otherwise, the Lord of Carnage believed that the empathic link he had just sent out would definitely have made his other self feel something.
"You're being too impatient."
Lady Psyche hissed. Her worried gaze fixed on the distance. When she saw the resilient Typhus stagger back to his feet amid the Orks' splattered remains, Slaanesh's follower breathed a sigh of relief.
[You're the one being too strange, boring Barbarus man.]
Angron's lazy voice drifted over.
[Impatient? For us, that is an essence and a virtue. What kind of love potion did that 'Mortarion' feed you?]
"Hehehe, Angron, if you want to play with 'Mortarion,' just say so. But I'm not helping you persuade 'Mortarion.'"
[Whatever~]
The Lord of Carnage yawned. Normally, empathic linking would make Angron even more excited, but what he had just linked with were Orks devoid of reproductive organs—
Thus, the Lord of Carnage had suffered somewhat greater depletion, while the emotional feedback