Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"The Chief Think Tank's suggestion is not without merit. The suffering of the Primarch is not merely physical. If witchcraft has put Father in this state, perhaps only witchcraft can free him."

Gel gripped Kahn's axe and began to explain to his brothers.

"It's worth a try, my brothers."

Ger closed his eyes.

"I will bear all the consequences!"

"What can you possibly take on, Ger?"

Kahn was extremely dissatisfied.

“Then come here, Karn! You awakened the Primarch from his slumber! Look at what you’ve become! Even though Angron is our loving father! You’ve turned into a foolish, loyal dog!” Papa

Gel, clad in power armor, approached Kahn. The former legion commander stared at Kahn, who remained resolute and did not flinch.

“Even a father makes mistakes. We are not… the Midnight Lords, a bunch of fanatical lunatics, nor are we the Iron Warriors, those civil engineers!” (Shu)

“At least Father didn’t despise our bloody past! He was loving!” —Sham

Ger's words made Kahn lower his eyes.

“We are unwelcome, my brothers. The War Council considers us horrific executioners. We were scattered among every legion, scattered then, now united. While other Primarchs and their offspring revel in harmony, we are still searching for our Primarch Father!” (Listen)

"Brothers, we are war dogs. We believe in our father, we believe in our think tank leader. Like you, I cannot tolerate losing the Primarch!"

"I said I would bear all the consequences!"

Ger closed his eyes, feeling an overwhelming weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

"Then why not seek help from the Midnight Lord!"

Gel and Kahn suddenly opened their eyes, their bloodshot gazes fixed on the voice that had spoken. It was a centurion from the 84th Company, and he was speaking human language!

"Kahn!"

Ger shouted.

Before Ger could give the order, Kahn grabbed the company commander who had spoken, put his arm around his shoulder, and walked out of the room.

Gel believed that Kahn would definitely explain to this guy why he didn't ask the Midnight Lord for help!

Varus stepped out from the crowd. The apothecary made way for him. Varus looked down at Angron. The chief strategist carefully considered the Primarch's condition. He could sense that the unconscious Angron was shrouded in a thick malice, but even more so in pain. What puzzled Varus was that this intense malice, enveloped by Angron's pain, emanated from the Butcher's Nail, enveloping Angron's mind like a crown of thorns burning with black flames, each tendril and tongue of fire deeply rooted and entwined in the depths of his father's soul.

Even the souls of Angron are inseparable!

The group of people stared at the chief think tank member clad in blue armor, a sense of tension filling their hearts.

Varis took a deep breath. This would be a risky attempt. After all, before, he had used psionic energy to turn the minds of his warhound enemies into mush. But now... Varis placed his mind outside himself and placed his palm on Angron's body, causing psychic ripples to spread out.

In an instant, Varis felt himself being sucked into ≠＠九＄—♂另思ˉ@傘♂☆物、◎瘤似蒐∴索∴|：去。

He saw a blank-faced Angron, an angry Angron, and he mistook him for his father.

"My father!"

He called out softly to the demigod, but the mass-produced machine grabbed him and treated him like a child. The violent and tyrannical aura made Varus feel suffocated. After carefully examining Varus, the mass-produced machine waved its hand and threw Varus into the deeper part of Angron's mind!

During this time, Varis did not see a single fragment of Angron's memory. Endless emotions, pain, and coldness tormented Varis.

Until he saw a green barrier.

When Varus crashed heavily to the ground, he recognized this place. He had stood here before and heard Angron's inspiring speech. This was the Desh'a Arena!

Then Varus saw the Primarch, holding a charred object in his hand, staring blankly at him.

Beside him, a thing dressed in a black robe with green eyes was watching him.

"Varius! How did he get in?!"

Varus knew the first sentence was addressed to himself, while the second sentence was spoken to the strange man beside him.

[Unit 2, you've been mistaken for a subsystem!]

Anglong looked at Lu Heng with disdain.

It seems even nails can be unreliable sometimes.

"Father! That guy is dangerous!"

Varus sensed a strong sense of emotion from Lu Jiuheng. This was not psychic energy, but in Varus's eyes, it was even more terrifying than psychic energy.

"Roar!"

When the violent roar resounded.

Varis saw it.

So many Angrons!

Varus felt the rage emanating from the Angrons, and as pairs of eyes fixed on him, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva that wasn't even there.

"Release my father!"

Even so, Varis, driven by his desire to protect his father, resolutely charged towards Lu Heng.

[I'm being treated like a bad guy, Unit 2!]

Lu Heng said jokingly.

P.S.: Second update!!! Two more updates to go, any votes please?

Volume 1: Chapter 32 (Redemption)

Snapped!

As the chief think tank leader, Varus hated his own weakness for the first time. He was like a kite being tossed around by the mass-produced machines. The weapons in his hands were like small toys in front of these highly skilled mass-produced machines!

Angron felt a pang of pity as he watched his offspring being toyed with by the Butcher's Nails.

"Alright, stop torturing my offspring!"

Anglong patted Lu Heng on the shoulder.

Lu Heng signaled the mass production machine to bring Varus over. Varus, with bruises and swelling around his eyes, sat in front of the fire, looking exhausted as he gazed at his Primarch father.

"My father!"

Varis's voice trembled with a hint of a sob. He was filled with grievances, especially when he saw Lu Heng standing to the side. The inexplicable power emanating from Lu Heng terrified Varis.

"You've worked hard, kid."

Anglong feigned a cough in an attempt to reassure his offspring.

Varus saw a surge of aggrieved emotion welling up inside Angron, who was acting normally.

"Father, can you tell me what exactly is going on?"

Confused, Varis asked.

"Just as you guessed... this is the Butcher's Nail."

Lu Heng watched as Anglong introduced himself, impressed by his tight secrecy!

Browsing...

With a clear mind and no distractions, when Varus opened his eyes, he knew he had to keep a secret for Angron, a secret concerning the Primarch. When asked by the crowd, Varus shook his head, and then they saw Angron open his eyes with a gloomy expression.

Inside the Hall of Triumph, Varus knew he had uncovered too many of the Primarch's secrets. He didn't know if it was good or bad. The nameless Honor Guard surrounded the Primarch, and the entire Legion was concerned for the Primarch's mental and physical safety. But Varus knew that darkness and danger lurked within the ships, within the Twelfth Legion.

Even in an era when imperial truth prevailed, those mortals who distorted their beliefs still harbored such blasphemous thoughts.

Varus sighed, looking at the mech servant beside him.

He sighed again. This time he discovered that the Butcher's Nail on Angron's head was not an inanimate object. Inside the Desh'a Arena, they had seen those tyrannical warriors, those things locked outside the cave, a group of madmen whose emotions could only be calmed by anger and bloodlust.

Previously, Varus and others believed that Angron had suppressed the torment of Butcher's Nails through his strong will.

But now it seems that the Butcher's Nail is more like an abomination to intelligence.

Varus suddenly felt uneasy. If the other legions knew that his Primarch had an Abomination AI on his head, how would they view this?

Does the great Lord of Humanity know about this?

The blue armor reflected Varus's slightly uneasy mood.

“Waˉ:△”. ?≮÷Swoosh: Rhys! ”

When the familiar voice rang out, Varis looked behind him alertly.

Those were Ger, Kahn, and the other company commanders.

The ship's internal camera slowly rotated, and Varus knew what information his brothers wanted to get from him.

but......

"Brothers, His Highness Prince Angron may have... has..."

Varus, use your brain! How are you going to explain the Butcher's Nail incident?

My father may have schizophrenia.

Forgive my father! Forgive my emperor! Forgive me...

Varus looked conflicted and extremely pained. After Varus uttered those words, the entire Triumph Hall fell into complete silence.

Gel and Kahn looked filled with hatred and self-blame; it was all their fault!

It was their failure to protect Angron that gave Koz the opportunity to take advantage of the situation!

"Can it be cured?"

A centurion stepped forward, his voice trembling.

"Yes...and it's not a big deal. My father's symptoms are nearing recovery, so please don't worry too much."

Varus quickly waved his hand, indicating that no one else should know about the Butcher's Nail.

When the camera rotates one full circle.

[Your offspring are far more discreet than your mouth, Angron II!]

Is this considered a joke?

　[Collecting]:: 9 ●'∈ Ba $ [er $} 43! Scattered ∧ Linwu Anglong asked.

No, it's true.

Lu Heng was determined to wander around inside the ship. During this time, he found a weak machine spirit. After thinking for a moment, Lu Heng directly fed the machine spirit some data, and the machine spirit came over like a hungry child.

This machine spirit has a natural affinity with Lu Heng.

How about we rename your ship?

Lu Heng suggested.

The name of the Glory Guard, the name of the Glory Queen.

What name do you think would be good?

Angron arrived at the Triumph Hall and, after a short rest, felt he had rested enough.

As countless eyes turned to him, Angron waved his hand at his offspring.

How is the Redemption Guard, the Redemption?

"An unpleasant name."

Anglong chuckled softly, and then, while enduring Lu Heng's electric shocks, he walked up to his own offspring in front of them.

"......"

"Alright, my children, I don't know what you're worried about. I can sense your emotions. The insectoids of Terra see you as bloodthirsty executioners, but I know you're not inherently bad."

“Ger, we are liberators, existing to redeem those who suffer oppression. I’m determined to change my name. What do you think?”

When Anglong questioned them, everyone knelt down.

They had no objections. (Transfer ⊥∫Qun: Dad↑、［(四／>3″∠鼡［；铻))

"Redemption Guard, that's the name of my guard. Redemption is the new name of this behemoth. I hope we can bring redemption to those who are oppressed, just like we did together in Nukelia!"

Angron looked at his offspring, who had no complaints.

"Ahem, I don't know what form my brothers' legion takes, but to me, we are father and son, brothers, and family. As long as we don't betray humanity, we can talk about anything!"

"For Angron!"