"I want to kill Angron for good."
Listening to the ferocious Ka'Bandha whisper before him, the Wolf Lord suddenly felt as though some wire in his brain had come loose.
"Mm..."
"Mm?!!"
A feeling called absurdity spread through the King of Fenris's heart, even beginning to erode what little sanity he had to begin with.
Russ dearly wanted to slap himself and see whether he had unknowingly fallen into some false illusion laid by a Lord of Change.
But he could not afford to humiliate himself like that, so he could only think it over and over, trying to spot some flaw.
"Strange. Too damn strange."
"Ka'Bandha, how could a Greater Daemon of Khorne say something like that? These brainless bastards..."
Hearing the Wolf Lord mutter, Ka'Bandha immediately began grinding his teeth in displeasure, producing a horrifying sound like brass sawteeth crashing and tearing against one another.
"Who told you we have no brains? Your arrogance is laughable."
"We were born for battle. It is merely that most opponents we encounter are not worth thinking about."
"Do you truly believe the War God's servants are all a pack of brutes?"
Russ, however, made faces and frantically gestured in Angron's direction.
This time, Ka'Bandha fell silent.
It truly had no rebuttal when it came to Angron. Even Bloodthirsters could only shake their heads at that fellow. He had once been a Primarch of the Cursed, yet after ascending to daemonhood, he had become this crazed thing instead.
"No. He is different from us." Ka'Bandha shook his head before continuing.
"Angron's fury is false. It is anger and hatred forcibly catalyzed by the torment of the Butcher's Nails and the will of the Blood God."
"I can see it as well. That creature is utterly hollow inside, like a... sieve riddled with