Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Author: Not a Bird Girl

Summary:

When Lu Heng transmigrated to Warhammer 30, he never imagined that other transmigrators would become Primarchs, Space Marines, or at least mortal governors or Emperors Chosen!

But why did I become the butcher's nail?!

Since that's the case, let's set a small goal first: to make Khorne our chosen one!

"Angron Unit 2! Go berserk!"

"Look, that's your dad! Let me chop him up!"

When the Emperor saw Angron express his unwillingness to remove the Butcher's Spike and frantically recommend it to his brothers, he felt that his son had finally gone mad!

Anglong said.

"I don't know either! They just started calling me Om Messiah for no reason!"

"Oh! I'm not the legion commander, I'm just Angron Unit 2."

This book is also known as *Angron Operations Manual*, *Pilots and Angron II!*, and *The Nail of the New Century!*

P.S.: Ad may affect reading comprehension.

Volume 1: Chapter 1 How did I become the butcher's nail?

In the dark world, Lu Heng felt a chill and desolation all around him. He couldn't see anything, and he probably thought he was dead, since he had just been smashed to pieces by the golden truck.

Lu Heng felt that with the speed of that semi-trailer, it would be a joke if he survived, but where was he now?

Did we time travel?

Just as Lu Heng was feeling completely disoriented and uneasy, he heard some rustling sounds.

[The 17th Neural Connection Test Begins!]

An electronic buzzing sound rang out.

[Celtic Type 7 analgesic activated.]

When the warmth spread through Lu Heng's body, he saw light, and around him hung scarlet cables. Several people who looked like priests from the Mechanicus Church were surrounding Lu Heng.

Lu Heng quickly realized something was wrong!

These people weren't even around him!

"The Butcher's Nail is showing signs of rejection from its host!"

"The frontal lobe of the brain is dissolving."

At this moment, as excruciating pain struck, Lu Heng was horrified to discover that he was not human at all!

He is—the Butcher's Nail!

At this moment, Lu Heng unfolded his body, and countless barbed hooks directly hooked onto the nerve bundles in Angron's brain. For some reason, Lu Heng could feel that every probe was thirstily sucking at the pain, and the dark emotions on Angron's body directly transformed into purple arcs of electricity!

Lu Heng felt extremely happy at this moment!

But he immediately realized that he had been transported to the Warhammer universe!

The blast door to the operating room was pushed open, and twelve gladiators dressed in adamantine straitjackets walked in, wrapping the chains on their hands directly around Angron's body.

"The surgery is not yet successful!"

"The adults are waiting for a new gladiatorial contest."

The leading gladiator looked at the mechanical man, uttered those words, and then the group dragged Angron away, letting his head slam heavily onto the ground.

At this moment, Lu Heng was frantically absorbing the memories that should have belonged to Anglong. The torrent of memories turned into countless electronic signals that rushed directly into Lu Heng's central processing unit. He felt Anglong's painful memories of the past ten years. These memories turned into a thick firewall, forming purple electric sparks on every wire in Lu Heng's system.

So much so that when Lu Heng looked through Angron's eyes again, he saw the crowd of people shouting wildly in the arena seats under the starry sky of Nukelia.

"Angron!"

"Angron!"

"The Undefeated!!"

On the high platform, the slave owners raised their goblets and poured the crimson wine onto the golden chains, which flowed into the blood tank inside the arena—a gesture of respect for Angron.

The cheers around him didn't affect Lu Heng at all. He was standing in the very center of the arena, and he could see the sad-eyed man right in front of him—Eujnomouth!

The Desh'a Arena was a massive slaughterhouse. The moment Lu Heng looked at the man who could be called Angron's father, he raised the blood-stained axe in his hand.

He strode forward, and Eurekamouth raised his battle axe. When the three- or four-meter-tall Angron stood before him, the immense pressure caused Eurekamouth to lose his will to fight. After all, he had watched Angron grow up since he was a child, and even knowing that he would die, it was all for the best.

With this thought in mind, Eunouchay gave up resisting and planned to wait for death to come. But the scene of being hacked to death was different from what he had expected. He saw Angron, who was blocking the sun, place his large hand directly on his shoulder.

Although Oynormouth did not hear Anglon say anything.

However, judging from Anglon's eye-rolling, Oujnouches could tell that Anglon's current situation wasn't particularly good.

"Roar!"

Eunouch saw Anglon roar at the crowd, then turn and give the middle finger to the slave owners sitting on the platform, who were having a good time.

This scene enraged the slave owners on the platform, who stood up and cursed Angron.

And they roared that Angron was not worthy of being called a gladiator!

Unfortunately, Lu Heng was unable to control Angron to speak at all. This silencing of his microphone enraged Lu Heng, while the slave owner sitting on the highest platform picked up a starter in frustration.

Just then, Anglong noticed that Oynormouth crawled down beside him with a painful howl, and Lu Heng discovered that there was a sonic chain around Oynormouth's neck.

Lu Heng reacted immediately. He tried to touch the sonic chain, and when Anglong placed his hand on it, Lu Heng realized that he could control the machine.

An electric arc flashed, and Oujnomouth awoke from her throbbing pain.

He realized that Angron had somehow managed to remove the chains that were controlling him from his neck.

He looked up at Anglong.

Angron remained silent.

At this moment, Lu Heng saw a blue screen with black metallic text.

[Abnormal control signal detected. Purification protocol activated.]

Huh? What is this?

It felt like I was becoming Om Messiah.

Is this his cheat code?

Lu Heng was thinking. At this moment, Lu Heng extended more data tentacles. He could sense that Anglong's entire body was trembling in pain because of the tentacles he extended. However, the emotions reflected made Lu Heng feel that he had more power. These painful impurities turned into signals and were scattered by Lu Heng to the surroundings.

The data spikes surged directly into the stands, and sparks began to fly from the electronic devices on the bodies of countless slave owners. The sudden turn of events left the slave owners completely bewildered as to what was happening.

In response to the current situation, several high knights wearing power armor ran out of the opened gate, picked up tranquilizer guns, and pulled the triggers directly at Angron.

After several doses of anesthetic were injected into Angron's body.

Angron's body collapsed to the ground. When Eunouchomouth saw this, he was about to step forward to protect Angron when another injection of anesthetic knocked him to the ground as well.

Then the high knights came over. They looked at Angron lying on the ground with his eyes rolled back, and one of the high knights kicked Angron in disgust.

But to his surprise, a hand grabbed his ankle.

A moment later, the high knight was swung around by Angron and smashed into the surrounding high knights. Caught off guard, the high knights fell to the ground. When one of the high knights tried to struggle to his feet, he saw Angron pick up his axe and chop it down on his forehead!

[The machine is overloaded and is currently cooling down.]

Does she really see me as just a driver?

Lu Heng thought to himself at this moment.

Volume 1: Chapter 2 What does fighting Angron have to do with my Butcher's Spike?

Why aren't the anesthetics working?

The high knights looked at Angron, whose body was covered in anesthetics, and they couldn't understand why the anesthetics that had worked on Angron before were now having no effect!

After all, you're attacking Angron, what does that have to do with me, Pudge's Sting!

Lu Heng controlled Angron, manipulating his tentacles to touch Angron's spine. Soon, Angron's body data appeared directly on the panel: body temperature, heart rate, blood pressure...

Although it was dazzling, Lu Heng analyzed it immediately.

"Angron!"

A high knight got up from the ground, chanting Angron's name as he drew his sidearm from his waist. But he was fast! Lu Heng's Angron was even faster. The blood-red axe severed his arms. Before he could even scream, Angron had already crushed his head on the ground, sending it flying like a watermelon. Thus, two of the six high knights were dead.

They were treated like stray dogs, and Lu Heng kicked them to death as if they were just stray dogs on the roadside.

The remaining four... oh, not three.

Another man's thigh was gripped in Angron's hand, and the bone cracked under the force of the blow. The high knight tried to resist, but was knocked unconscious by the axe.

In the stands, the slave owners of the Desh'a Arena began to revel in their newfound power. They were delighted by Angron's actions, for they didn't care who was fighting below—old gladiators or high knights alike—all they cared about was the bloodshed, the violence, and as long as it wasn't them...

The last High Knight had his head crushed by Angron Unit 2's bare hand. (Eight)

At this point, Lu Heng had already collected a large amount of data about Anglong's body, and that wasn't all. Lu Heng discovered that Anglong's brain had suffered some damage, and this damage was not caused by him. Although most of it had healed, a small number of nerve fibers were still broken.

Lu Heng also found the memory of being defeated by the Spirit Race in his childhood within Anglong's memories. The Spirit Race? How tragic!

Sooner or later, these aliens will be on their way! (Six)

Whether it was due to absorbing Angron's emotions or feeling dissatisfied with those long, thin things, Lu Heng still controlled Angron, turned around, picked up Ouynomouth from the ground, carried it on his shoulder, and once again gave the stands the middle finger.

[The aircraft remains unstable; pilotable time is two hours and twenty minutes!]

Thankfully, it wasn't eight hours, otherwise Lu Heng would have suspected that the Blood God was watching them.

On the stands, when the slave owners saw Angron trying to escape with Oynormouth on his back, they roared orders for more high knights to capture him. Even Lu Heng saw the defensive turrets in the arena, controlled by priests of the Mechanicus, move their dark muzzles towards them!

What to do! What to do!

[Fire control unit detected!]

Lu Heng stopped in his tracks. He turned back to look at the eight defensive turrets and threw Angron's painful emotions as electrical data.

[Hacking into a new unit, initiation successful.]

Another small screen appears the moment the eight main red dots turn green.

Lu Heng immediately gave the order to fire.

To the horrified look of the mechanical priest, he saw the turret beside him begin to rotate on its own.

"The machine spirit is displeased! The machine spirit is displeased!"

The mechanical priest emitted a piercing electronic sound as he quickly lit incense and offered a sincere prayer for Omnesia, but this still couldn't stop the defensive turret from firing its own dazzling beams. The first shot hit the slave owner directly in the highest stand.

It was accompanied by a huge rumbling sound.

The Nukelian nobles in the stands finally felt fear. They cursed the Mechanicus as they fled towards the escape exits, but the continuous firing of the electric cannons treated each of them equally.

Now let me think about how to dismantle this slaughterhouse!

Lu Heng didn't know why, but he felt no emotion whatsoever. Even after killing six high-ranking knights, he felt no emotional fluctuation. He didn't know if he had truly become a heartless creation of steel or...

So Lu Heng used the axe to poke his lower abdomen.

Basic humanity is still there!

Thinking of this, before the Mechanical Four Gods had completely dismantled the turrets, he quickly commanded one of the turrets to blast open a gate to the arena!

After the smoke cleared and the ruins appeared, Lu Heng carried Oynormouth and stepped inside.

Liberation has begun!

Whenever Lu Heng arrived at a cell, data would flash, and these electronic devices would open the door for him. The slaves would all look at Anglong, their warm-hearted brother who was carrying Oynormouth. They would roll their eyes, and just one look would cause the electronic devices that imprisoned their freedom to break off.

Such behavior gave these slaves the feeling that a god had descended to earth!

Lu Heng handed the Oynomouth on his shoulder to an Oglin. They didn't know this guy's name, but because of his silly grin and domineering fighting style, the gladiators gave him a nice nickname - Big Fool!

The big idiot held Oenormouth in his arms. The extremely foul smell emanating from him made even the unconscious Oenormouth frown. After all, this Oenormouth had never taken a bath since he arrived.

The slaves looked up at Angron, waiting for him to speak. Whatever he said, they would pledge their allegiance to the warrior who was about to liberate them.

But Angron did not. He took a slave's shield and then silently headed for the exit.