When Angron heard the questioning voice of Yochuka's lingering soul, his massive body suddenly began to tremble violently.
Even when Lion's fierce attack had pierced his vital points earlier, he had never shown such a reaction.
He clutched his head, covered in the Butcher's Nails, and let out a roar of unbearable agony and a howl of utter despair.
The Butcher's Nails flashed wildly with red light, trying to suppress the noise in their host's mind—echoes from the distant past that should have been utterly erased.
But this time, the Butcher's Nails' infallible method had failed.
No matter how much torment and pain they inflicted, Angron stubbornly endured without yielding.
Even as his brains began to boil beneath the churning, writhing Nails, Angron still drove his teeth through his own upper jaw. Everyone present could even hear the grotesque sound of teeth grinding against bone.
Angron's eyes grew brighter and brighter, like two radiant scarlet suns.
"Yochuka..."
"Is that you?"
Angron stared at the figure of light and murmured that name in agony.
He had been one of the first little brothers Angron met in the gladiator pits, and one of those Angron trusted most. While fighting those damned slave masters, a high rider guard's spear had pierced his chest.
"No... no..."
"You will not control me! Not before my brothers and sisters!"
Angron's roar was filled with chaos and struggle.
Within his gaze, an incomparably faint trace of human confusion and painful resistance struggled to surface.
"Good, very good!" Angeltae watched Angron's reaction, his face filled with delight.
If anything in the world could pull Angron from the Blood God's clutches, it could only be the brothers and sisters who had lived and died alongside him.
The Primarchs created by the Emperor were truly miraculous. Even though Lorgar had