Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

The black bean sprouts remained silent, and in perfect unison, they charged towards Angron in a triangular formation, their mica steel blades slashing towards him.

[New fire control unit successfully hacked!]

Lu Heng absolutely adores Nukelia's Mechanicus!

'boom! ’

A shell hit the black bean sprout that Lu Heng was standing to the side with!

Lu Heng also thoughtfully turned off the protective force field on his body, for fear that the shell might not kill him!

"Monkeys! We'll remember you!"

Mandela’s hoarse voice rang out, and in his eyes, this so-called deal was a trap set by these monkeys for themselves and others!

Without lingering in the fight, the black bean sprouts picked up the bodies of their companions and immediately hid in the shadows to leave!

"I...wait a minute!"

The officer tried to explain, but when the enormous shadow loomed over him, he knew he no longer needed to explain. A chill ran through him as he stood on the scorching red sand.

I vote...

As the axe swept across, Lu Heng raised the officer's head high.

"Roar!!!!!!"

P.S.: Tickets, thank you!

Volume 1: Chapter 6 Angron Unit 2! Let's study it! '〈↑◆=【

Angron slept for a long time this time.

This lasted for at least half a month, which proves just how powerful Nukelia's cutting-edge technology really is.

Although this also made Lu Heng very dissatisfied, how could a Gene Primarch be knocked unconscious by an anesthetic? Despite his complaints, Lu Heng still led his men to clean up the battlefield after finishing the cleanup, and the spoils of war this time were extremely rich.

Ten automatic artillery pieces, model unknown.

Dozens of vehicles and nearly a hundred high-ranking knights, these dogs of the slave owners, Lu Heng did not kill them, but he did not give them a kind look either. As for the other miscellaneous ones, there were countless others.

Back at the camp, Lu Heng began to examine Anglong's memories.

In fact, just as Anglong was constantly analyzing Butcher's Nail, Lu Heng was also analyzing Anglong. At this moment, Lu Heng discovered something: Anglong's living environment was very pure, blood and red sand, jailers and slaves, masters and spectators, nothing else!

In a pure environment, Angron can also absorb the emotions of those people and feel their joys and sorrows.

Oynormouth, on the other hand, was like a father to Angron!

In truth, Angron had no goals or direction; in his eyes, the most important thing was the brotherhood between gladiators.

This was truly an eye-opener for Lu Heng!

The tent was pulled open.

Eunouchay walked in and saw Anglon, rolling his eyes, scribbling and drawing something.

He hesitated for a long time before finally sitting down opposite Angron.

"You're not him, are you!"

Ouinomouth raised his own question.

Lu Heng looked up at Oynormouth, and after a moment he nodded slightly. Oynormouth, seeing Angron's state, couldn't help but nod as well.

"Are you a nail?"

Oynormouth asked cautiously, seeking the answer he needed, given the stark difference between Angron now and before the nails were driven in...

Oynormouth was all too familiar with that slaughterhouse. Those gladiators who rebelled had undoubtedly been nailed into madness. The Desia were a bunch of lunatics, scum. They wouldn't put themselves in a desperate situation. In their eyes, gladiators were just wild dogs they kept, and so-called high knights were nothing more than domestic dogs.

Therefore, Oynormouth believed that they wouldn't kindly give Angron any kind of mechanical spirit aid; it was either that the nails had come to life, or something else entirely, such as the legendary demons that lived in another dimension!

Thinking of this, Oynormouth shook his head. It was just a legendary creature!

Then Oynormouth heard a voice enter his head.

Call me Butcher's Nail!

The electric current stimulated Oynomouth's nerves, and he looked up in surprise. To be honest, the feeling was not pleasant, but his dazed look made Lu Heng laugh out loud.

TMD仲Qﵙ:娸∴4⊥×☆○◇♀棂「奇【！How come I still haven't found Angron's language nerves!

Oynormouth watched as Angron's body continued to throb, which made him fall silent. In the deathly silence, he finally spoke.

"what do you want."

【free!】

"free?"

Ouyemouth's eyes widened. He actually heard the word "freedom" from Lu Heng's mouth. How can you be free? Are you going to stick your head in every head?

Nukelia's freedom!

Ouinomouth's body trembled slightly, not because he was excited by what Lu Heng had said, but because he was shocked.

"Can we trust you?"

Oynormouth's eyes held deep concern as he stared at Angron's expression, but he failed. Angron was either rolling his eyes or his lips twitching. Angron... no, it was Butcher's Nail who was laughing.

Okay, but I don't have time to talk to you about these things, I'm very busy...

Lu Heng chose to see the guest out, but when Oynomouth walked out of the tent in a daze, he still couldn't believe that a Butcher's Nail had actually come to life!

"How is Brother Angron?"

Oynormouth lowered his eyes; it was Yochuka.

"very good."

Oynormouth chose to keep this secret for Angron. After all, Angron wasn't crazy, but a psychopath who might have schizophrenia. Rather than telling everyone that the nails in Angron's head had come to life, he thought it was better to say that Angron was experiencing hallucinations because of the nails.

After all, they are in a very difficult situation right now.

"What are you doing here?"

Oynormouth asked Yotchuka.

"Brother Anglong said he would teach me how to do office work."

When Ouino Mouss heard this, he immediately felt that this seemingly shrewd nail was somewhat of a scoundrel, especially since he was just a child.

"Brother Anglong also said that none of you can read."

fart!

Eunouchaus wondered to himself, "Don't I know how to read?"

"But Ouinomouth, you do look a bit old now!"

Eureka looked at Yochuka and knew that the boy's words were definitely taught by the nail, but even so, Eureka still personally escorted Yochuka into the tent.

"Good job!"

Ouinomouth uttered these words and turned to leave.

night.

When Angron opened his eyes, he rubbed the Butcher's Nail on his head. He was still in the memory of being hit by Black Sprout's anesthetic, but he soon realized that he was back.

The familiar tent and the familiar mountain of documents made Angron curious about where Butcher's Nails had come from.

【woke up?】

Lu Heng asked in an annoyed tone.

"Thank goodness, I feel like I had a good night's sleep."

Angron replied directly.

[Now that you're awake, let's discuss which city to attack next.]

Attack the city? How long have I actually been asleep?

While you were asleep, Oynormouth contacted ten tribes and also turned nearly a hundred high-ranking knights against their cause. Of course, I didn't trust them, so I put bomb collars around their necks.

[Also, Angron, I have a feeling your biological father might be arriving soon.]

"my father?"

He was very curious about Lu Heng's mention of his father, and this time he chose to ask.

6. "What kind of person is my father?"

[Your father? He's the emperor of the human empire, the strongest psionicist, a stubborn madman, and most importantly, a brilliant but utterly idiotic idiot!]

Ling Angleon felt a headache coming on when he heard Lu Heng's words.

"You...are you really Butcher's Nail?"

[Angron Unit 2! I'm your pilot! Now, quickly determine which city we should attack!]

P.S.: Tickets are coming!

Volume 1: Chapter 7 The Butcher's Nail: This generation of Angron is really hard to manage!

Maldogon!

As a hive city in southern Nukelia, it is not particularly large. Compared to those hive cities that soar into the clouds, it is not even halfway up the mountain. Unlike the red sand surrounding the distant hive cities, this city is surrounded by lush greenery. The city is adjacent to the southern jungle, and its specialties are grain and ram-headed orcs.

The slaves were working in the fields, watching the caravan approaching in the distance. The high-ranking knights on the carts were on high alert, seemingly heading to a distant battle.

News of the cave slave rebellion led by gladiator champion Angron had spread throughout Nukelia, but that mattered nothing to those working in the fields. After all, slaves were divided into different classes, and if they couldn't finish planting their crops that day...

Just as the slaves were pondering this, they saw a tremendous roar coming from the gates of the hive city!

Looks like we don't need to farm today.

The slaves in the fields thought about it.

"For Angron!!!"

When the roars echoed from afar, the slaves in the fields remained pale for a long time.

They need to hurry up and start planting, because they've heard that Angron was a reincarnated starving ghost.

Beneath the walls of Mardogon.

When the warhounds disguised as the Hive army arrived beneath the Gothic walls, adorned with intricate carvings, they revealed their bloodthirsty madness.

With the communication and the code correct, the gladiators, holding their breath, stepped off the vehicle.

The high-ranking knights who came to greet them noticed something was amiss; the group's equipment was slightly different.

In short, it doesn't fit!

The officer, realizing what was happening, raised his sidearm. Before he could even utter the words "enemy attack," Angron's massive figure loomed over him. Half of the dog's body was cleaved in two, and the air around the city wall seemed to be sucked out. The dogs, caught off guard, had just placed their hands on the hilts of their swords.

"For Angron!"

Those reverent roars rose like waves, and the gladiators' adrenaline surged uncontrollably into their hearts. Their blood was excited by the impending war; this was a wave of liberation!

This is resistance against the oppressors!

"kindness!"

Angron trembled all over, and he swallowed hard.

He felt as if he had returned to the Arena of Desh, only this time it was larger, more complex, cramped, and filled with more enemies. A voice within him seemed to be telling him that blood was what he needed, and that freeing the slaves was the path to his future.

Now he fights alongside his brothers and sisters, resisting these damned slave owners!

"Hmm!"

Angron roared, his jaw trembling with his shout, surrounded by furious insults and the high-pitched cries of gladiators who wanted to end it all quickly!

Eleven hours—that's the data provided by Butcher's Nail, if they can't take over the city in thirty-one hours!

Then the other nests will know about this place!

I'll block news from here, but something on top of that tower seems to be obscuring me; I can't see clearly. You need to be careful!

Lu Heng absorbed the painful emotions that Angron had taken from other gladiators, and he transformed these emotions into data spikes that slammed into the automatic turrets on the city wall. He had already breached the data at the gate, but when he tried to investigate Gao Chao, he was blocked by an invisible force after several attempts.

[Unknown firewall! Unknown firewall! Unknown firewall!]

This made Lu Heng realize that something was wrong!