Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Several vehicles, thousands of firearms, and hundreds of suits of adamantium power armor pulled from the corpses.

They even established their own base.

[If you're ever stupid enough to rush out without any protection again, Angron Unit 2! At least get me off your head! If you're going to die, please don't take me with you!]

Lu Heng was furious. Although he understood that as the leader of the gladiator resistance, he should take the lead in attacking, Lu Heng felt that Angron's lack of protection was tantamount to suicide. Even if Angron was a Primarch and couldn't be that fragile, as a certain blue bird once said, everything in the world is subject to change!

If Angron is killed by a single shot, where will I find such a good mech in such a short time!

"Angron, do you want to go and rest for a bit?"

Oynormouth tried to persuade Anglon to take a break, since Anglon had been too busy lately.

"No! Ouinomouth, I have something to discuss with you!"

Anglong shook his head.

"In order to liberate Nukelia, we need to give our organization a name."

Anglon gazed at Eunochor.

What do you think would be a good name for it?

Although Oynormouth has a high reputation of 9 in Gladiator VI, he does not want to seize power from Angron.

What about the World Devourer?

Angron smiled proudly, then collapsed to the ground and began to convulse.

"Angron!!!"

Seeing Anglon having an epileptic seizure, Oujnouche quickly followed the others and lifted Anglon up.

"I don't think this name is very good!"

Angron was electrocuted.

He raised his hand directly in front of everyone, his face contorted with a bitter expression, rejecting his earlier suggestion.

[Listen, change this damn name! I'd rather be called the Nukelia Liberation Front than this disgusting World Eater!]

[Also, I think you should exercise more!]

Lu Heng's angry voice confused Angron. What was wrong with Devourer of Worlds? He thought Devourer of Worlds sounded nice!

But then he felt the care and concern from others.

Angron waved his hand to indicate that he was perfectly fine, and even showed off his biceps, a rare joke among gladiators.

Eunouch said nothing, but he became even more worried.

"Child, liberation is not something that can be achieved overnight; perhaps we can plan for the long term!"

Eunouchow expressed his concerns in a subtle way.

Angron looked at Oynormouth, his gaze sweeping over Oynormouth's aged face. Even though he was now wearing adamantite power armor stripped from a high-ranking knight, Angron knew that his old friend's years of fighting in the arena still gave him courage, but you had to admit he was old!

He's more like a father than your own father.

Anglong listened to Lu Heng's words. Although he was a little curious, he held back. For example, Lu Heng, who was on his head, had never seen such a nail before. In his impression, most people who had nails in their heads were basically crazy, like a mad dog, longing for death.

But... no one wanted to die.

As Eunouchay said, nobody wants to die.

"How is Yochuka?"

Angron suddenly spoke up and asked.

Yochuka, a slave boy of about ten years old, was captured by slave owners from a tribe. Lu Heng brought him out this time as well. Basically, most of them were brought out, while a small number were left forever in the slaughterhouse.

"Not bad, at least now he can see the red sand and smell the scent of freedom."

Oynormouth smiled.

"So, back to our previous topic, Angron, what kind of name do you plan to give us?"

[War Hound! How about a war hound! Your future sons will also have this name!]

"How are the war dogs?"

Anglong wasn't afraid that Lu Heng would continue to electrocute his brain nerves, but rather that he felt the name was really...

Okay, he gave in.

"Hey everyone! We have a new name now! War Dogs!"

Oynormouth roared, then laughed and lifted the wine that the local tribe had served them into the air.

"For the war dogs!"

"For the war dogs!!!"

"For Angron!!"

"For Angron!!!"

Countless gladiators rejoiced.

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"what?"

Angron asked.

The city of Deshia seeks revenge against you and has plotted a scheme against you.

Lu Heng stared at the information on the data. He found the meeting records of this group of people by hacking into the data, and the target of the hack was the machine that recorded the meetings.

P.S.: Tickets!

Book 1: Chapter 5 I don't care about Mandela

The slave owners' army traveled across the red sand in a convoy stretching for thousands of meters, heading towards the location where the Mechanicus had delivered the intelligence.

Their mission has only one objective: to wipe out those despicable wild dogs.

In the sand, Angron spat out the sand from his mouth as he looked at the long, impressive convoy.

[20,000 people? Stop counting!]

Lu Heng spoke up. He had long ago detected the massive convoy through orbiting satellites in space. He was even a little puzzled as to why these satellites were still working. But after seeing the dense decorations on one satellite and another, he knew that the Cult of the Machines did not know how these things worked.

That's why they can only do their best to maintain these satellites.

They even consider it a sacred object of Om Messiah!

"How well have the landmines been placed?"

"They've all been installed according to your instructions. Also... what if those electronically controlled ones really don't need our operation?"

Oynormouth voiced his question.

No need...

Before Anglong could finish speaking, he felt a tingling sensation in his head; this was Lu Hengqi exerting his power.

The convoy in the distance was sent flying into the sky. The red sand trembled, and a powerful roar and a sudden explosion scattered the people and vehicle parts of at least dozens of vehicles all over the ground.

The stench of blood spread across the yellow sand.

"War Dog!"

"attack!!!!"

The explosion of the slave owners' convoy was the signal for an attack. Countless gladiators emerged from beneath the sand on the red desert, attacking from all directions. The wave of liberation left these oppressors breathless!

The leading officer opened the hatch of the armored vehicle and quickly ordered his troops to counterattack. Meanwhile, Anglong had already received Lu Heng's instructions and had set his sights on the officer's vehicle!

The officer looked at Angron charging towards him, but his expression remained calm, because this time they had come prepared.

In Angron's shadow, when a pair of slender hands emerged, alarm bells rang in Angron's mind. He quickly dodged, his entire body shifting in the air in a strange posture. When Angron saw the person who had emerged from his shadow...

Eldar!!!

[Dark Eldar?]

Lu Heng expressed his doubts. Anglong didn't care about the Dark Elf race for the moment, but he hated the alien that had made him stupid. Even now, Anglong could not forget the hatred he felt for Gao Shan!

[Watch out, that could be Mandela!]

"I don't care about Mandela!"

Angron roared and swung his blood-red great axe. The gladiator's weapon was too fragile for the dark elf. Mandra's longsword was slightly bent, and the thick, black bloodstains on its sharp teeth made even the battle-hardened Angron frown.

Nine 'Snap!'

Sianglong watched as the giant axe in his hand snapped in two; it was the very mica steel blade that Mandela often used.

Zero [on the left!]

Following Lu Heng's instructions, Anglong turned to dodge. Having lost his weapon, Anglong tried to grab the black bean sprout with his own hands.

With a crisp sound, Angron saw Mandela on the other side pull out a whip and swing it directly at him!

Those are the ones suffering!

Lu Heng watched as Anglong foolishly grabbed at it with both hands.

"Ahhhhh! Huh?"

Angron felt the pain in his nerves, he groaned, and was confused for a few milliseconds because he found that he was no longer in pain!

Lu Heng absorbed the painful emotions emanating from Angron and cursed Angron, calling him an idiot.

Angron knew that Butcher's Nail was probably helping him again. He reached out and pulled the black bean sprout over. The black bean sprout never thought that anyone could resist the Painful One!

But his long combat experience made Black Sprout immediately release his grip on the Painful Whip, but it was too late. Angron rushed over and grabbed Black Sprout by the neck, twisting his hand.

The black bean sprouts immediately went limp.

"clatter!"

Angron felt something prick him, and he touched his back.

Oh, so it's an anesthetic!

As Angron turned around, he saw several black bean sprouts shooting a few more anesthetic shots at him.

"Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!"

Even Angron had an anesthetic injection on his forehead.

【...】

When Angron fell to the ground, the surrounding warhounds saw this and abandoned their enemies to rush to his aid. Among them, the one leading the charge was Oynormouth!

[Docking with the machine.]

[The machine is intact and undamaged!]

Qiu [Connecting to neural networks!]

4 Soon the gladiators saw Angron get up from the ground.

"Roar!!!!"

The leader of the war dogs let out a beast-like roar, his eyes rolling back.

Silk was directly in front of him. Black Sprout glanced at the anesthetic in his hand with a puzzled look, and then looked at the officer of the slave owner's army.

"Whoosh!"

The next second, the black bean sprout's head exploded in mid-air!

The black bean sprouts around the stalk only saw their companion's head explode in mid-air, and this was just a punch thrown by Angron.

"Angron!!!"

The warhounds' morale soared instantly, and they shouted as they saw Angron, who looked like a god descending to earth.

Black Sprout fired a few more tranquilizer shots. When they saw that Anglong was still lying on his feet, prickled up like a hedgehog, they dropped their tranquilizer guns without hesitation. They knew they had been tricked by these stupid monkeys again!

"Angron, catch!"

Euenomouth tossed the battle axe he was holding over.

Lu Heng caught the axe steadily, then looked at the three remaining black bean sprouts around him with an unfriendly expression.