Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 87 The Only Sober Person (Wishing Everyone a Happy Dragon Boat Festival)
Angron met many of his brothers during the Great Crusade. He learned of the Emperor's three trials with Leman Russ, the dragon hunting competition with the Salamanders of Nocturne, and the wolf shepherd he had taken to his side to teach for thirty years.

But what about him? Isn’t he the emperor’s son?
Why, why was he unwilling to show even the slightest mercy and just ignored the brutal murder of his brothers and sisters whose lives were more important than his.

If the Emperor would save Angron's brothers and sisters, the gladiators of Nuceria pledged their all in the service of the Emperor's Great Crusade.

Angron would gladly die for it.

But everything has become history. Angron's slave uprising was brutally suppressed, and he was turned into a complete madman by the Butcher's Nails.

Angron's mind had never been so clear, but he missed the torture of the Butcher's Nails more. At least he would not be awake from the pain.

He clearly died in the war in Amatra, so why did he have to wake up?
The connection between the Gene Father and his offspring made Kahn feel Angron's strong desire for death. The Primarch was resisting, resisting this ritual. He did not want to come to this nightmarish world again.

"Father, please! Don't abandon us!"

The murderous World Eaters howled, begging their father not to leave.

Suddenly, everyone felt a shock all over their body. Looking up, they saw a huge star appearing in the sky without them noticing.

Those were the Ultramarines' pursuers, those angry Ultramarians chasing us.

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In the hangar of Macragge's Glory, a Contemptor Dreadnought with ice crystals and gunpowder smoke condensed on its surface had just been salvaged from space.

The life capsule carrying it was crushed by Macragge's Glory, but the sole passenger miraculously survived and was found by the crew of the flagship and taken to the hangar through an airtight door.

The Ultramarines on duty discovered that it was a World Eaters' Dreadnought. Just as they were about to execute the traitor who had survived, a voice rang out from the Dreadnought's sarcophagus.

"I am Locke, the commander of the Warhound Legion. I request to speak to the Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion."

Everyone knew that the World Eaters were reformed from the War Hounds Legion, and that the World Eaters had just committed heinous atrocities in the Five Hundred Worlds. The two legions had long been mortal enemies with an irreconcilable blood feud.

Until a captain of the Ultramarines arrived. He had seen Legion Commander Locke, who had not yet entered the Dreadnought.

At that time, the Ultramarines and War Hounds Legions carried out a joint operation, and it was also during that time that Locke met Roboute Guilliman.

The company commander could tolerate this old friend whom he had not seen for many years saying his last words.

"I know what Lorgar Aurelion is going to do in Nuceria. That wretched creature is going to do terrible things to Angron. I will tell no one but your Gene-Father, my friend."

The captain was silent for two seconds, and he finally decided to inform the Primarch of the news.

The Contemptor Dreadnought actively cooperated in unloading his weapons. The huge and dangerous power claws, twin-mounted heavy bombs and vehicle-level melta cannons were dismantled one by one, stacked and sealed in a separate warehouse nearby.

A moment later, Guilliman himself arrived at the hangar.

He only kept his mortal advisors around him, and sent everyone else outside the hangar to wait.

"Be careful, father!"

Facing the Ever-Victorious Guards who insisted on staying by his side, Guilliman simply raised his voice to express his dissatisfaction: "Can a Dreadnought Sarcophagus with all its weapons removed threaten your father? Am I so weak in your eyes?"

The victorious troops had no choice but to leave.

"If you have anything you want to tell me, you may say it now," said Guilliman.

The Primarch was indeed curious about what his traitorous brother was up to, for the Great Word Bearer was far more threatening and evil than Angron, who was completely driven by rage and bloodlust.

Guilliman deduced from all the clues that Lorgar had converted to some evil will in the Warp, and even the Warmaster's rebellion was closely related to the Word Bearers.

The massacres and sacrifices carried out by the Word Bearers on the Five Hundred Worlds set off an unprecedented Warp storm.

With communication between the eastern galaxy and Terra severed at this point, there is no doubt that the traitors will continue to hinder the loyalists from coming to the aid of the throne world.

"It becomes particularly important to understand Lorgar's movements and plans. Every time the Shadow Crusade launched by the traitors destroys a world, the Ultramarines will need passive support." Guilliman now urgently needs to take the initiative into his own hands.

The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds is tired of running around, and he wants to kill the World Eaters and the Word Bearers once and for all.

"Lorgar claims he will resurrect Angron on his homeworld of Nuceria."

"I suspect some equally vile ritual, of which Lorgar Aurelion is particularly adept." The Dreadnought's words were shocking, but Guilliman listened intently. Although he had received similar answers in previous interrogations, they were clearly less credible than the words of this ancient warrior from the Contemptor's Dreadnought.

If it was Lorgar, it would not be completely impossible for him to use evil witchcraft to resurrect a dead person.

He had seen too many incredible things so far: the Emperor's favorite Warmaster rebelling, Ferrus slain on Isstvan by his kinsman Fulgrim, and Lorgar and Angron's efforts to destroy the Five Hundred Worlds and their brothers.

"All I know is that Lorgar will hold a great ceremony in Nuceria, and Angron will return during the ceremony."

The Dreadnought's electronically processed voice continued to sound, and then he paused after he finished speaking, waiting for Guilliman's next question.

"Why are you telling me? Why are you notifying the Ultramarines?"

Guilliman stepped in front of the Dreadnought, bringing himself to a level with its electronic eye.

"Do you know that your current actions may cause Lorgar's plot to fail? Don't you want Angron to come back? You are his descendant, why would you make such a decision?"

Fearless was silent for a long time.

"My Lord, I have never lost my loyalty to my Gene-Father." Its voice became low.

"But I realized that Angron was destroying the Legion. He had been driven mad by the torture of the Butcher's Nails. The noble warhound had degenerated into a bloodthirsty madman. He destroyed himself and the Twelve Legions."

"I never trusted Lorgar Aurelion. He was a hypocritical and blind man. His faith was a joke. The Lord of the Legion was always treated as a puppet by his adoptive father and the Word Bearers priests."

"So I am sure that the resurrection that Lorgar promised is not a true return. Death is not a punishment for Angron, but a long-sought relief. My father is a sharp blade to Lorgar, and he will not allow him to die like this."

After listening to Locke's explanation, Guilliman laughed in surprise.

"I didn't expect that the most sober person among the World Eaters would be an ancient warrior who has been buried in the Dreadnaught Sarcophagus. I must pay tribute to you, Commander Locke."

The Fearless felt deeply saddened. The moment the Butcher's Nails were struck, the World Eaters were finished. They tried to empathize with Angron, but like him, they were trapped in the same quagmire from which they could not escape.

Even though this ancient warrior was buried in the Dreadnaught, his body was mutilated and even his eyes had disappeared, he was still the one who saw things most clearly. Every time he woke up, he would see that the corruption of the Twelve Legions was deepening, which made him extremely painful.

But since he was still alive, he had to stop the Legion from falling into the endless abyss. He had a premonition that once Angron returned, he would probably be worse than before.

To this end, he even resorted to the help of the Ultramarines, and in the eyes of the World Eaters, his actions were a complete betrayal of the Gene-Father, making him the most shameful traitor.

"It seems you still have to face your two brothers. You know, the warp favors the traitors. By the time we reach Nuceria, I'm afraid everything will be over."

Luo Xi, who had been listening quietly without any sense of existence, spoke.

He just watched, like an observer.

"I think I know more about the Butcher's Nail than any of you."

Guilliman turned his head immediately, and even the Dreadnought turned slightly, surprised by his words.

A mortal man who is nothing special.

"What you call the Butcher's Nails are actually a special equipment of the Stoneman life in the distant past. The Stoneman is the product of the pinnacle of human biochemical technology, and the Butcher's Nails are their brain-computer interface. After the Butcher's Nails are implanted, the Stoneman can use their power more sensitively."

"The Butcher's Nail is not a simple mechanical creation. In fact, it is closely related to psychic energy. However, I am not a professional scientist, so I don't know much about this aspect."

Luo Xi's words made everyone present silent, and Luo Xi was also amazed at the level of madness of people in this era.

The Butcher's Nail was not originally meant to be used on humans, but these humans actually thought of transforming it into a torture device to control their own kind.

"Is there any way to remove the Butcher's Nail? Since you said it is a tool of the stone man, is there any way to peel off the tool?" Guilliman asked anxiously.

Even Locke, the war dog in Fearless, became nervous, as he had never known the Butcher's Nails' past.

The mortal in front of him actually claimed that he knew the origin and original purpose of the Butcher's Nails, which also gave rise to an emotion called hope in his heart.

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(End of this chapter)