Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

This wasn't flattery or bootlicking; it was a subtle approach that at least made everyone quite satisfied with their newly returned brother.

"Your son... is a bit strange."

After scrutinizing Angron for a long time, the person holding the seal at the top finally uttered these words.

"Yes, it's very strange. Perhaps he can become the link between these genetic prototypes."

The Emperor's high praise surprised Macardo. His eyes shone brightly, and his face hardened as he looked at Angron again.

“I thought you would say that Horus was their bond.”

Marcado joked.

"Horus...Horus...No, he will be the key to our success or failure."

Makado sensed a strange change in the Emperor; he could perceive a shift in the Emperor's attitude towards Horus, but he didn't know if it was good or bad.

"Which sector do you plan to send him to?"

After a long period of contemplation, Makado finally asked. Four

"all......"

The Emperor's eyes began to flicker with psychic energy; he was also curious about how far Angron and Butcher's Sting could go.

The plan needs to continue, but they can certainly make a few small changes now.

“Oh! Angron! My new brother.”

As a loud voice rang out, Angron saw a man with silver arms, as tall as himself, walking over. He walked with a smile on his face, weaving through the crowd, and his silver iron hand reached out directly.

"Phenus! I am Phenus!"

Angron smiled and then reached out to shake it, but he soon realized that the iron hand holding him was not moving at all and was even exerting force secretly. Angron blinked.

Is this considered a way to express friendliness?

While Angron was thinking, he gripped Fernus's hand tightly.

"Alright! Finus, stop playing your boring handshake game!"

Guilliman tried to persuade Finus not to embarrass Angron when he returned.

"Hahaha! Not bad! You can come to my ship sometime; I've built a huge octagonal cage there."

Fernus laughed and patted Angron on the shoulder, his words causing everyone to shake their heads.

It's happening again, it's happening again!

The princes watched as Phineus flaunted the octagon he had built, though none of them ever went up to offer any tribute...

Qi: "Okay!"

Sianglong showed off his biceps.

"I'm really good at fighting!"

"I'll laugh," said Angelong.

Jiu: [You can go if you have the chance; I need to collect data on your brothers.]

At this moment, Zero Butcher's Nail indicated that Butcher's Nail was currently exploring the Terra Palace, and he wasn't doing it sneakily! After all, how could something like connecting to the internet be considered sneaky? He was openly and honestly exploring the Emperor's little secrets within the palace.

Have you seen enough?

When the Emperor's voice rang out, Butcher's Gaze remained silent for a long time before retracting its data.

[You stingy bastard!]

The Butcher's Nail complained.

The banquet proceeded as scheduled, and amidst the prince's spirited cheers, they began to drink. When one of them, perhaps the emperor or someone else, brought out Fenris's unique mead, Angron was clearly unable to resist the poisoned wine.

As expected, he chose to have someone else play for him.

When Butcher's Sting came online, the princes saw Angron roll his eyes and start chugging down can after can of mead. In the end, Butcher's Sting looked at the group of people who had been drunk unconscious by him.

"Roar!"

he shouted.

The Emperor looked at Angron, who had collapsed on the ground, and gestured to those around him to carry the drunken Primarchs back to their respective rooms.

Then he looked at Angron lying on the ground.

.......

In the silent operating room, the emperor and the white-bearded old man beside him entered the operating room together.

"Akhan Rand, how are the preparations going!"

The mechanical sage Rand stroked the nimble little monkey on his shoulder, nodded slightly, and then shook his head.

"Are you sure you want to put this inside Angron's body, Your Majesty? It's far too dangerous."

"No, you're wrong, Rand. It wasn't placed in Angron, it was the Butcher's Nail."

The emperor raised his eyes, and on the pristine white operating table lay Angsilon. The slight movement of Angsilon's chest proved that he was having a sweet dream.

Lord of Humanity, are you finally going to turn your attention to your own offspring?

The sound of the Butcher's Nail blared from the golden megaphone on the operating table, giving the Emperor the feeling that he was performing surgery on someone who had just awakened—a bad feeling.

"I'm helping Anglon check his physical condition."

The Emperor lowered his eyes and he and Akhan Rand came to the front of the operating table. When the lights were turned on, only Angron's head and the Butcher's Nail were visible, covered by a white sheet.

The smooth scalpel sliced ​​open Angron's head, following the veins of the Butcher's Sting.

"This is impossible!"

Akhan Rand's expression showed a hint of surprise as the mechanical sage carefully examined the Butcher's Nail amidst the flesh and the fine metallic cables.

"His limbic lobe and insula were completely removed, but... how did you do that!"

The Emperor looked at the densely packed, tiny wires coiled around him with some surprise. The newly grown brain tissue was bypassed by the synapses of the Butcher's Nail. The Butcher's Nail was supposed to be a torture device, but now it had become a device that amplified Angron.

“Sometimes I’m really curious how you do it, after all, you’re just an emotion regulation machine, and these anger-related chemicals and electrical signals should be freely moving in and out of Angron’s head!”

The Emperor tore apart one metal after another. Although he considered his Primarch project to be a great success, he was still shocked by the strange behavior of Butcher's Nails. Number Twelve should be insane, furious, and everything would cause him pain.

Even thinking and breathing.

But Butcher's Sting became Angron's best protection and amplification device at this time.

I am the Butcher's Nail!

"Butcher's Nail said proudly."

"But you're a machine... Even if you were a person before, you're a machine now, and you can't change your pre-programmed routine!"

Regarding these Ripple Beings from higher latitudes, the Emperor considered a strange possibility.

Do you want to become a god?

"?"

Lu Heng expressed his doubts.

P.S.: I'll be resting for the next couple of days. I still have about ten chapters left in my drafts. I'll add an extra chapter on Monday... Please vote!

Volume 1: Chapter 23 (Twenty-Two) - The Nail Upgrade

When the Emperor held that simple box in his hands, Butcher's Nail's system was still immersed in the idea that he wanted to become a god. To put it bluntly, Butcher's Nail wondered for a moment if the Emperor was going to put him on the golden throne.

It's really hard to say what will happen!

But he has absolutely no evidence!

When the strange data fluctuations appeared in Butcher's Nail's view, Butcher's Nail saw the Emperor take out a small, dark green object, which was not a human creation.

Space Necromancers?

Lu Heng thought of it, but it was even less likely to be a space necromancer.

【What's this?】

Ask if you don't understand, Butcher's Nail knows that even if he wants to rebel, the Emperor will never let him go.

"You know, the things on Mars are like this, like books and books."

Things on Mars? What could possibly be on Mars?

Butcher's Nail pondered for a long time.

[You want to put something of the Star God inside Angron's body! You're insane!]

Faced with Butcher's Nail's questioning, the Emperor frowned unhappily. Was he the kind of irresponsible guy?

"This is for you!"

Upon hearing this, Butcher's Nail let out an "oh," and then immediately unleashed a string of binary profanities, the profanities being as offensive as could be.

“This was prepared especially for you… Your device is too ancient; you are essentially a torturous machine. I believe you know better than I do that you are able to maintain this state entirely because… because of your high-dimensional soul. To be honest, your soul is more suited to sit on the golden throne than Magnus.”

Don't even think about it!

The Butcher's Spike rang out with a sharp, explosive sound. Akhan Rand almost had a nerve in Angron severed by the Butcher's Spike's shout. He looked at the Emperor and the Butcher's Spike with a resentful expression.

"Of course, this is on the premise that you have a physical body."

The Emperor eased the tension, though he knew that even without a body, he could still... but that was too early, and he didn't want Butcher's Nail to be overly wary of him. Such a useful tool might have countless variables in the future, but at least Butcher's Nail was on his side, for now.

For the Emperor, the main mission remains building the network, but the Butcher's Spike, a hidden plotline, makes the Emperor think that humanity might have another path, but this path is dark and the faint light makes the Emperor hesitant to throw everything he currently possesses into it.

He's a gambler, but he's not a madman.

"I'm upgrading you, at least to the point where you can escape Angron."

"And aren't you curious about your own abilities?"

The Emperor reassured Butcher's Nail, seeing that Butcher's Nail did not question him, which made the Emperor breathe a sigh of relief. His goal had been achieved. His golden eyes darted around as he controlled his heartbeat.

You were just lying.

The emperor shuddered, but his expression remained stiff with a smile.

I can sense it.

The emperor's eyes gleamed with golden light amidst the pale glare. The chill in his eyes faded, and when the seductive voice rang out, it was the ambition of the sovereign of mankind.

"You don't want to be captured and blessed, do you?"

“I’ve examined all your data. Although I can’t see the lowest levels, the traces you left behind during your intrusion into the Dreamship and just now in the palace are enough for me to understand you clearly…”

"Lu Heng!"

The Emperor controlled his heartbeat, trying to prevent Butcher's Nail from recognizing that he was lying, since he didn't have the ability to turn Butcher's Nail upside down.

You are still lying, great Lord of mankind.

The emperor couldn't maintain his smile; he was very curious about how the Butcher's Nail had been discovered.

“Okay! Tell me how you found out.”

The emperor offered no further explanation. He began to remove some of the tiny tentacles from the Butcher's Nail and then replaced them with the Star God's.

Just as you suspected, your emotions, Lord of Mankind, that intense emotional color of yours makes me momentarily feel like you're thinking some dirty jokes, like a fish on a chopping board.

Do you think I have the power to resist?

Yes! You're absolutely amazing!

The Emperor had no doubt that Butcher's Nail would directly control Angron to stand up and punch himself in the face, but he did not.

Although I hate you, I hate the High Heaven even more, you damn bastard!

As Butcher's Nail cursed, he commanded the system to lift the sharp spikes from Angron's brain nerves, so that at least the two bastards in front of him could hook them.

"I thank you on behalf of Angron."

After a long pause, the emperor spoke.

Angron doesn't need your thanks. You'd better learn how to be a good father first.

The emperor remained silent as he inserted one synapse after another into the Butcher's Nail.

[New device is being connected!]