Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"I intend to hand over the production line of the Angron Axe to you, as well as some technologies and this psionic titan technology, to you for research."

Rand was taken aback; he didn't understand why Corey Zess had suddenly become so generous.

There are approximately thirteen production lines.

Corey Zess looked at Rand.

Rand remained silent for a long time; he didn't understand.

"Rand, have you seen the latest intelligence?"

Corey Zess narrowed his eyes. The Nukelia War Council had already discussed the newly emerged enemy. The mortal marshals and high-ranking officials were already on high alert for the dark gaze, an invisible shriek, a mixture of foolish prayers and terror, a terrifying thing that could never be allowed to gather.

"of course."

Rand nodded slightly.

"The God of Myriad Machines"

It was rare for Corey Zejus to utter such a statement. Even though she didn't believe that Lu Heng was the real God of Machines, after her countless tests, Corey Zejus had to admit one thing: only after understanding the pure essence of the nail did the efficiency of the machine increase.

Soon, Rand spotted an all-terrain anti-gravity assault vehicle, a type of war vehicle he had never seen before. The paint nozzles of its four engines scorched the yellow sand on the ground. Rand was filled with envy, but he also knew the heavy responsibility that Nukelia was shouldering.

This is the Shadow of Nukelia, a planet where ghosts dwell beneath Nukelia. It is unrecorded, and all supplies must be transported from Nukelia. Rand gazed at the vehicle with its heavy laser beams.

"what is his name?"

"Zes Assault Vehicle, the Machine God said I need a series of vehicles in exchange for more support from Terra and Mars."

"For Martians, a technology they've never discovered before would drive them crazy, just like your RAND series of vehicles. You've built an entire school of thought, haven't you?"

Corey Zess smiled as he looked at Rand.

"Sacred Mars, what a beautiful word, Rand. We need more technology and vehicles. This is not just about technological research and development, but also about the great cause of the revival of humanity!"

"In the next thirty years, half of the resources of the Nukelian Mechanicus will be sent to the Shadow of Nukelian!"

"As you said, for humanity and for the Omniscient God."

“I don’t know why the God of Machines values ​​you so much, but Corey Zess, I hope you will not let the God of Machines down!”

Rand sighed.

Corey Zess nodded slightly, knowing she had achieved her goal, and looked at Rand with pity.

This poor fellow still doesn't know why the God of Machines doesn't like him that much; it's simply because he completely regards that machine as a god.

Corey Zess gazed at the furnace already built in the distance, its massive structure radiating intense energy, like a seed of human hope, so warm and beautiful.

.......

To be honest, this is not wonderful at all!

Fabius coughed up blood, clutching his chest. He still didn't know why his servant had lost control.

The power armor emitted a hoarse wail; he still hadn't sent out the alarm. Those fools still didn't know that the Pride of the Emperor had been infiltrated. Fabius now pinned his hopes on Vograim, hoping that the Primarch of the Sons of the Emperor would realize something was wrong soon.

"To be honest, you're the fastest running pharmacist I've ever seen."

Korga's voice came through the communication broadcast. Fabius took a deep breath. He had fought that war hunter before, and if he hadn't carried a lot of potions, he might have really been killed by this mad dog.

"You sons of emperors, all you know how to do is run away? Where is your warrior's dignity?"

Inside the facility, Korga's voice kept coming through the loudspeaker. Fabius ignored the mad dog and instead focused on stopping his own bleeding. He could sense the approaching figures in the darkness, and it wasn't just one.

Fabius raised his bolter and aimed it at the passage. He squinted, not caring that he had another cousin's blood on his hands.

His breathing was steady, and as the shadow drew ever closer to the ground, Fabius knew it was time to settle things with these clowns!

"Theseus, to be honest, I really like the way this guy looks when he's hunting!"

The instant Korga's voice rang out behind Fabius, Fabius immediately turned his bolter around, but a vial plunged directly into Fabius's neck.

"Take a break, my cousin."

Korga injected Nukelia's anesthetic directly into Fabius's neck.

ps: Second update!

Book 1: Chapter 226 (Chapter 214) The New Nail: Phoenix

Redemption Update Group: [Unintelligible characters]

The governor of Galen stood in the medical room of Garland, with Anglon beside him, and Oedipus lying on the bed.

"Vital signs are all normal."

As Garland looked at the instruments, Oedipus's scalp was completely shaved clean. Anti-pus solution and disinfectant gel ensured that Oedipus's scalp was in a sterile state. After all the equipment was prepared, the chief pharmacist nodded to Ger.

"everything's ready."

After hearing Garan's words, Ger took a deep breath. Although Garan was the main executor of this operation, Ger, as another physician, was mainly responsible for injecting the Lesser Holy Blood Angel into the Butcher's Nail on Oedipus's head.

As the first person in the entire legion to undergo this surgery, Ger was under immense psychological pressure.

Oedipus's scalp was covered with finely defined red lines, each line representing an interface.

"Go ahead and do it."

"Angron spoke up."

He and Nail kept a close eye on Oedipus's condition.

Angron and Nail had discussed that the surgery needed to be performed by either Ger or Korga. They weren't babysitters, and if they were no longer around, the little nail in that area would need someone else to guide him.

Consul Ger was the main guide for this operation.

Oedipus will become the leader of the Ninth Echelon, although there has been no conflict between the Warhound Legion and the other three legions regarding the homeworld and Terrans.

However, even without you, as the Primarch, you must always be mindful of the conflicts between the warriors on both planets.

Angron nodded slightly, listening to what Nail had to say.

As the laser began to shine on Oedipus's skull, Ger watched as Garland and the technical sergeant used drills and bone saws to cut open Oedipus's skull, the buzzing sound of flesh and bone being slicing through echoing throughout the operating room.

On the disc next to the operating table were fragments of the skull cut off from Oedipus's head.

Unlike Lu Heng's painless surgery and guidance, Oedipus will experience a period of torment with the Butcher's Nail. This is not because Lu Heng is cruel; he knows that only when the Butcher's Nail stimulates the emotions within Oedipus can it generate sufficient emotion.

"I never imagined that Oedipus would drive a nail into his own head."

Angron looked at Garland, who was beginning to suture the connection port on the operating table, his eyes filled with worry.

In fact, he admires you a lot; you should accept that reality.

Oedipus is a good boy, but sometimes his personality gets him into serious trouble. I originally wanted Margo to be the leader of the Ninth Squad, but I feel that only a warrior of the Blood Angels can teach him.

As Lu Heng shared his thoughts, he examined Oedipus's physical condition.

Phoenix, a Terran warrior of the Holy Blood Guard, is the most suitable nail for Oedipus after my careful consideration.

Lu Heng tried to reassure Anglong.

Neighbor Angron remained silent, watching as Garan and the technical soldiers hammered the nail into Oedipus's head. The sound of metal striking metal was so crisp. Under Garan's command, each hammer blow was subtle, careful, and exquisite, until with a short sound, the Butcher's Nail was completely fused into Oedipus's head.

Blue and white metal cables separated from the nail, and several sections of the cables were linked together to form a long metal braid, which seemed to be no different from the nail on Angron's head.

3. Perhaps the only difference is...

The nail on Oedipus's head simply wouldn't move.

The alarm started sounding.

Oedipus suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath. He could hear the two wildly beating hearts in his chest, and not only that, he could hear the beating of a third heart in his mind. His blood surged through his body, and time seemed to slow down. Pain and anger eroded Oedipus's mind!

The deafening noise made Oedipus want to break free from the operating table.

Oedipus!

Oedipus was enveloped in a fog, within which he heard someone calling his name, but the sound of his surging blood began to drown out everything around him. He could feel that the blood in his body no longer belonged to him; his blood began to boil. His limbs no longer belonged to him. Oedipus wanted to kill or tear something apart!

Blood vessels rise in Oedipus's arms and body.

Every blood vessel seemed to be bursting out of Oedipus's body.

"Roar! Aaaaaaah!"

When the first shriek came from Oedipus's mouth, Gehr stared expressionlessly at the Nukelian.

Snapped!

Ger slapped Ger across the face.

"Shut up! Oedipus! You're a war hound!"

The sudden swelling and pain in his face brought a moment of clarity to Oedipus's mind, but an even stronger surge of anger and torment overwhelmed him. Yet, through sheer willpower, Oedipus managed to hold onto that sliver of clarity.

The chains binding Oedipus began to hum as the first steel chain snapped.

【It's Hypnos now!】

When Lu Heng realized that Oedipus's emotions were almost fully expressed, he quickly ordered Hypnos to get to work.

Without hesitation, Gel connected his cable to one of Oedipus's cables. As the red data began to be transmitted, Lu Heng patiently guided Gel and Hypnos through each step they needed to take.

Oedipus convulsed, clenching his teeth so that a faint cracking sound could be heard, and blood flowed from his lips.

[The machine is being connected.]

[A new machine has been discovered.]

[Oedipus, connecting to equipment, collecting facilities.]

[Driver confirmed: Phoenix!]

After the data transmission was completed, Ger, drenched in sweat, disconnected from Oedipus. The instant the cable made contact, Ger sensed Oedipus's anger and pain. Had Ger not intervened to calm him down, although he didn't know how he had used this ability, the whole process had gone very smoothly.

"Well done, Ger."

Angron placed his large hand on Ger's shoulder, praising his offspring and, incidentally, showing his appreciation for the slightly dazed Oedipus.

The nailing schedule for Margo and Erlen also needs to be moved up.

Lu Heng then spoke to Anglong.

But before that, let's go see Fabius, and oh, and remember to call your brothers.

"Why call them?"

Angron was very puzzled.

Let them see just how incredibly foolish their offspring can be!

"We absolutely have to call it!"

Angron nodded.

P.S.: This is my first update today. Can I get some votes?

Book 1, Chapter 8: Chapter 227 (Section 2615) Guilliman: Don't mention my name again!

Fabius knelt on the cold floor, his knees aching under the strain, his face bruised. He had never imagined that one day he would be imprisoned, especially in the prison of war dogs. After days without food, Fabius licked his dry lips.

The prison door slowly opened, and he raised his head. The light shining through the doorway allowed him to see the figures of several imperial demigods.

A total of six protogenes.

Guilliman, Mortalian, Saint Geres, Coz, and Anglon and his father, Fugrim.

Fabius had no idea what crime he had committed.

But when he thought about the blasphemous experiments he had conducted, he was now at peace with his current predicament.

"Fabius."

As Forgrim's gentle voice rang out, the Primarch condescended to be here. Fabius looked at his Gene Father, opened his mouth, and before he could utter a word, a shadow fell over him. Fabius raised his head and gazed at the person before him.

“We found a lot of interesting things in your lab.”

"Your Highness Angron, is this considered an interrogation?"

Despite the questioning from an imperial demigod, Fabius maintained his elegance, even though his once handsome face was now marred by disfigurement.

"No, Fabius, someone else is interrogating you."

Fabius gave a bitter laugh, his gaze fixed on Conrad Coates in the distance. He knew that even a Space Marine would find Coates's interrogation methods unacceptable.

But Fabius soon realized he was wrong; he only saw Anglon take out a small trumpet.