Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

The slaves exchanged glances, finding Angron's behavior strange, but their long-standing trust in this kind-hearted older brother led them to silently follow behind him.

When the second high-ranking knight, clad in mithril power armor, came into their view...

They saw a blur as Angron pressed the high knight to the ground with his shield, crushing him into dust with his own strength. Then he threw his axe, followed by another muffled groan.

"Roar!"

Lu Heng controlled Angron to roar. He really should find out where the language nerves in Angron are!

"Roar!"

But behind him came even more roars. It was the slaves. These gladiators, who had been suppressed for so long, resolutely followed Angron and launched a fearless charge against those who had oppressed them!

Nukaria is free today!

Book 1: Chapter 3 Anglon: How did I do it?

Angron awoke from his daze, feeling sore all over. He clutched his head and got up from the ground, where he saw a tent.

tent?

Angron had no idea what was happening to him. There were all sorts of voices around him, most of them praising him. Angron was even more confused until he touched the metal on his head.

What's this!

Angron touched his head in disbelief.

He seems to have been transformed!

Are you awake?

A voice rang in Angron's mind, and Angron quickly calmed himself down.

"who are you?"

[Me? I am fear! I am torment 1! I am wrath 9! I am the god of all machines! 7 I am Om Messiah!]

Angron felt that the owner of the voice in his head was probably a mental patient!

Okay! I am the Butcher's Nail!

[Your driver!]

Lu Heng didn't want to tease Anglong anymore, so he directly revealed his identity.

Get out of my head!

Angron shouted angrily.

"Get out? We're one now! I'll die without you! I've freed you! I've saved you from that painful future! I'm the butcher's nail!"

[And don't you want to know how Ouinomouth is doing now!]

Upon hearing this familiar name, Angron stood up abruptly, his face filled with terror.

"What did you do to him! Tell me! Otherwise, I'll rather die than let you get away with this!"

A sound like thunder roared from inside the tent, completely drowning out the noise outside. Lu Heng remained silent, but the tent was opened by a pair of large hands, revealing Ouynomouth.

"Angron, you're awake..."

Oynormouth looked at Anglon with a pale face, while Anglon looked at the elder who was like a father to him with surprise and joy.

"I... vomit!"

Just as Eunouch was about to say something polite, his expression changed and he squatted down and started retching, leaving Anglon at a loss.

“Eujnomouth, what happened to you?”

"It's okay, Angron... Ugh! You freed us! Ugh... But next time, could you please not let that big idiot hug me... Ugh! His body odor is too strong!"

Angron was so shocked by Oynormouth's words that he couldn't contain himself. He had freed himself from the Gladiator? How come he didn't know?

As a ray of light shone in from outside the tent, Angron looked out at the thousands of gladiators standing in the forest, all gazing at him from inside.

"Angron!"

"Angron!!!"

"Angron!!!"

Cheers erupted like a tidal wave, leaving Angron even more confused. What on earth had happened?

You should thank me, Angron Unit 2!

"Thank you."

Anglong's sudden thanks surprised Lu Heng. He had thought Anglong would be a little awkward, but his frankness made Lu Heng feel slightly uncomfortable.

After all, He had a somewhat stereotypical impression of Angron.

"What can I do for you?"

Lu Heng detected Anglong's brainwaves. When he said that, he was sincere, which meant that this guy was as honest as a fool.

[Go outside and shut them up, then I'll send you the data.]

Data? What data?!

Before Anglong could react to what Lu Heng was saying, he felt as if his brain had been electrocuted, and a flood of memories rushed into his mind, from letting Oynormouth go to leading the gladiators in a fight against the high knights, and then to his personal defeat of an army.

Wait, is this him?

Angron felt as if he was living a somewhat unreal life.

But when he saw the beaming smiles around him, he smiled with relief.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Angron burst into maniacal laughter.

"Hahahaha! What are you doing?!"

Oh, I've found the nerve that controls your smile!

Anglong burst into laughter and eventually knelt on the ground.

"Are you OK!"

Oynormouth approached Anglon with a worried expression. Ever since Anglon brought them out, he had felt that something was wrong with Anglon's mind, perhaps the metal in his head was causing his current problems.

"fine!"

Angron got up from the ground, feeling like he was about to burst from laughing.

"free!!!!"

Angron raised Oynormouth's arm beside him and roared.

"free!"

"free!"

"free!!!!"

Within the jungle, countless gladiators roared in celebration, finally freed. But Angron alone felt a tickle on his scalp; he felt he should be with his savior... Nail.

Let's have a good talk.

into the night.

Lights came on inside Angron's tent, where he sat on the ground, pondering how to begin.

Don't think about it anymore. We can't be separated right now. Maybe your father will have a solution when he gets here.

Lu Heng then said something that surprised Anglong.

[This is the supplies we looted after we left the city. We have over thirty suits of refined gold power armor and over a thousand firearms. Right now, these gladiators are just a bunch of brutes. We need to train them and turn them into an army.]

"that......"

Angron wanted to interrupt.

Let's start by liberating Nukelia!

Upon hearing this, Anglong's eyes lit up, and he forgot all about what he had wanted to say before.

"What should we do?"

Angron asked cautiously.

Lu Heng felt a tickle in Angron's brain. "You, as the Primarch, actually asked me a nail?" Thinking of this, Lu Heng felt that he had a long way to go.

The slave owners and nobles' main sphere of influence is in the hive city. The residential areas surrounding the hive city will be our future focus. Unite the enemies of our enemies—those are our allies. Also, use your brain!

Lu Heng was somewhat displeased.

However, he still sent some information to Anglong. Anglong felt his vision go black and he lay on the ground convulsing.

“You you you you…”

You'll get used to it!

Angron quickly got up from the ground, thinking about the data and information Lu Heng had sent him: the location of the High Nest Lord, the route of the surrounding convoys, and the legion deployment in each city. Angron even saw eight red arrows heading towards a certain mountainous area.

"What is that map?"

"Angron asked, puzzled."

Zhong: [I've hacked into the hive's information network. It's the army sent by the hive lord to wipe us out. In other words, we should run!]

Q: "Why did you run away!"

U Anglong was puzzled.

[A reckless sacrifice will only cost us our manpower. Are you really that good at fighting?]

Even if you're good at fighting, think about the people around you! You're just a reckless fool!

7 Lu Heng shocked Anglong's brain nerves again, and this time Anglong, who was somewhat used to it, remained silent for a long time.

"what do you want!"

1. Anglong asked.

Liu: "You can give me anything I have to liberate Nukelia!"

He added another sentence.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Anglong didn't wait for Lu Heng's reply, but instead began to frantically shock his brain nerves.

[Don't make promises lightly. This world is far more dangerous than you imagine, you idiot!]

P.S.: Tickets!

Volume 1: Chapter 4 Hey! Stop the electricity!

The Milky Way is a vast chessboard of ever-burning flames. Above the boundless starry sky, it is forged from countless bones forged of blood and loyalty. Since ancient times, this has been the playground of the gods, the game of conquerors, and for emperors, it has long been a masterpiece.

But the gears of fate began to turn, and under the bright lights, a ripple appeared in this game.

The moment an unstable factor was introduced, the river of fate began to change. The nineteen chess pieces began to flicker and move in the direction of His chessboard, and the threads of the gods began to entangle on each piece. He closed His golden eyes and began to calculate each move, fifty moves, and hundreds of moves, weighing the advantages and disadvantages of the endless future.

He heard laughter hidden in the darkness beneath the light.

"Number twelve?"

He whispered.

......

"Listen, stop shocking me!"

Anglong spoke to Lu Heng with a very serious expression.

But opposite him was Oynormouth, a gladiator who was in a very difficult position: what... electrocute him?

After several days of fleeing, the gladiators found a tribe dozens of kilometers away from the city of Deshia. During this time, they repelled several waves of pursuing forces and, under the command of Angron, continued to wage guerrilla warfare.

However, Angron also became familiar with Lu Heng above him. Even though others might think that Angron was a bit crazy for always talking to himself, he led them to victory in every battle.

Because of this, even the few dissenting voices were suppressed by Eunuch Mouth.

But only Anglong knew that the one who truly helped them achieve victory was Lu Heng in his mind. Every time the enemy advanced, Lu Heng would always provide the enemy's direction of advance at just the right time.

All they had to do was lie in ambush and use the captured weapons to carry out the attack, which resulted in them capturing a considerable amount of supplies after several battles.