Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Give me some good players, Oujnomouth!"

Anglong spoke, and then he tried to remove the adamantite armor on his body. Lu Heng noticed this action and immediately shocked Anglong twice.

[Hey! You can't act like a freak! Just take off all the gear I made for you! Why don't you go run around naked then!]

Lu Heng spoke irritably. This was something he had painstakingly created, using Angron's body. Of course, creating it by hand and creating it by automated machines are two different things. Well, Lu Heng couldn't quite control it.

But it's already quite good that Lu Heng managed to create all these miscellaneous things!

You can't expect him to be an omnipotent AI!

"A nail! It's a bit too small!"

Anglong said with a wronged expression. Coming from the mouth of a grown man, Lu Heng felt like he was a wicked slave owner again!

[At least the protective force field must not be removed!]

After hearing that Nail had given in, Angron tore off half of the adamantite from his body, exposing his right chest, which made him feel much easier to breathe.

Leave your stance on your left shoulder.

Then, with a deafening roar, Angron charged into the horde of dogs. The half-grown dogs were torn to pieces the moment Angron charged. The axe made of adamantite was named the Screamer by Angron.

The serrated edges were covered in metal, blood, and bits of flesh.

This isn't the best weapon, but it's the best weapon for Angron right now!

Blood and entrails flowed freely on the sand. The dogs howled in agony because of their severed limbs. Incapacitated and mutilated, they lay helplessly on the ground, awaiting the arrival of the red figure—the Red Grim Reaper! Their end was nigh!

The high knights quickly realized that their flesh and blood were no match for Angron's brute force, and they began calling for support when the first aerial vehicle appeared.

Lu Heng had been waiting for a long time, but the preheated automatic cannon had not yet fired.

"liberation!!!!"

Angron hurled the Screamer into the air, the adamantite axe tracing a graceful arc as its brute force smashed the helicopter-like vehicle to its knees.

The driver was smashed to pieces, and the vehicle landed in the distance, billowing black smoke!

A deflagration followed by an explosion!

"Angron!!!"

"Angron!!!"

The gladiators' shouts made Angron excitedly raise his hands; yes, that's how it was, he had returned to the Desh'a Arena!

Are you sure you're not mentally ill?!

Lu Heng asked.

"Nail! This is a victory!"

Okay! Then you can climb that tower empty-handed!

It was only then that Angron realized he had lost his weapon!

So, with a bitter face, he hurriedly went to where the vehicle had landed and retrieved the weapon.

During this time, Lu Heng watched as Anglong was bombarded with countless bullets like a target!

You brute!

As Lu Heng operated the automatic turret to blast those guys to pieces, he thought to himself.

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Volume 1: Chapter 8 Wild Dogs! Have some fun with your friends!

High-rise elevator.

Anglon held his breath, with his mentor Eunouchauth beside him.

On the right is the big idiot, and three skilled gladiators.

　Take the elevator up from Zhong⊥ZhuanＱun：7驷◆※∩奇＾?疤.

Angron and the others tried their best to control their breathing, after all, the big idiot really smelled terrible. The stench was so bad that Angron and the others would rather fight against countless high knights than smell that odor again!

The elevator creaked and groaned as it ascended, until the elevator doors opened.

Angron rushed out immediately.

For the first time, these mortals experienced the power of the Primarch. Angron grabbed a high knight by the thigh and, like a shackle, swung him wildly. His flesh shattered, and his skull twisted and deformed with each impact. When the last high knight was crushed to death by Angron with the high knight in his hand, he held the high knight's severed leg and greedily inhaled the bloody smell in the air.

It stinks!

After arriving at Upper Nest, Butcher's Nail quickly tried to process the terrain and environment, and to find information about what was hindering his exploration.

In the end, the Butcher's Nail yielded nothing.

Angron looked around at his surroundings.

A crimson steel and concrete dome hung above his head, and the Gothic arcade directly in front of him was completely dark, with endless darkness and shadows blowing in the eerie wind, awaiting their entry.

The hexagonal honeycomb windows beside them glowed with an eerie red light. Below the windows, corpses were displayed in various poses, cast in molten iron. Angron could tell that these guys were once human, but they were cast to death with molten iron while they were still alive.

What should we do now?

"Angron asked."

I don't know... something is blocking me!

The Butcher's Nail gave its own feedback.

"Forward! Angron!" Temple

Eunouchay also provided its answer at this time.

As the six men, weapons in hand, moved forward, lights began to flicker in the arcade, like a demon king rewarding his warriors. Then they saw the twenty-meter-high gate, each door adorned with intricate red gears, upon which hung desiccated corpses. As they arrived, the gate began to creak and groan.

The scarlet gears began to turn.

"The undefeated?"

A male voice entered everyone's ears as the door opened.

They saw the man sitting on the high seat, an elegant middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes with blue eyes, surrounded by rows of scholars in blue hooded robes holding books.

"The Undefeated One, I am Iris! Ruler of Maldogon!"

"Surrender now! I can give you a less painful death!"

Iris stroked the human skull on his throne, showing a hint of interest in this Angron who had managed to invade his territory, but his eyes were filled with more concern that his garden had been defiled by a wild dog!

"For Angron!"

As the gladiators chanted Angron's name, they raised their weapons and fired at Iris, who sat enthroned on the throne.

But the bullets they fired remained suspended in mid-air.

[Psionicist!]

Butcher's Nail immediately sensed that something was wrong, simply because he had absolutely no experience fighting psionicists since he arrived.

As for Angron...

"Noisy!"

Iris snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand in the air, accompanied by a psionic shock, the three gladiators were instantly logged off.

Seeing this, Eunouchour was deeply saddened. He raised his axe and threw it over without saying a word. As a scholar looked up, his giant axe flew back through the air at an even faster speed. Angron seized the opportunity and grabbed the axe into his own hand!

Then, eight scholars stepped forward, and the powerful spiritual energy of the transfer qun: nine'‖跁si∨※傘【〕］♂逜 directly suppressed everyone in place.

"Nail!!! Think of something!"

Angron stood in front of Oynormouth, single-handedly bearing the psionic shock with his own flesh and blood.

Don't rush.

Butcher's Nail said slowly and deliberately.

Psychic power! Psychic power!

Now that I'm the Butcher's Nail, how could I possibly use something like that!

That being the case!

[Data analysis in progress...]

[Unknown energy sources are being recorded.....]

[Saved!]

"nail!!!!!!"

Angron is completely unable to leave now. The psionic energy is constantly ravaging his body, and the power he extracted from the high knights shattered instantly. Angron can use his powerful physique to charge forward and kill these wizards, but what about Oynormouth behind him!

[What's the rush! Angron Unit 2!]

The Butcher's Nail relentlessly drained the painful emotions from Angron, these dark emotions transforming into electronic signals. He waited and collected them, but it wasn't enough! Still not enough!

New data detected.

New data?

Butcher's Nail was very curious about what this new data was.

Soon, a surge of intense emotions flooded into Butcher's Nail's database, giving Butcher's Nail a sense of satisfaction. His countless sharp and minute data synapses rubbed against Angron's nerves—this was rage!

This is the wrath of Angron!

5. [Psychic powers? What a coincidence, I don't know any... but I hope you'll like this!]

A crimson light emanated from Angron's body. This hidden light traveled through the air and struck the group of psionicists. This was not psionic energy, but rather electricity and fire, which are common in the physical universe. They pulsed and leaped, directly drilling into the psionicist's brain nerves. The weak red current began to burn the psionicist's brain nerves, and after a few seconds...

Lu: "Ah!!!"

A wail erupted, and Angron watched as the wizard knelt on the ground, clutching his head. He knew this was an opportunity!

3. [Wait!]

The Butcher's Nail spoke up: now is not the time, after all...

Above the outer wall of the city of Sichao, an automatic gun turret was constantly rotating, and the muzzle was aimed at the high city.

[Prepare for the attack!]

Shock! What shock!

【Now! Angron!!!】

The Gothic wall behind Iris, covered in countless carvings, suddenly cracked open. Accompanied by the sound of cannon fire, Angron braved the shockwave and charged forward. Iris's elegant face was distorted by the impact of the cannonballs, and her noble status as a psionicist was now in a sorry state.

He fell directly off the throne, but as Angron swung his giant axe down, he seemed to smell blood.

Butcher's Nail sensed something was wrong; this guy was laughing!

[Angron, get out of the way!]

I don't know why the Butcher's Spike made him dodge it!

But victory is in our grasp!

Angron swung his sword, and the next moment...

He slashed at nothing...

"Wild dog...have some fun with your friends!"

P.S.: Will there be tickets?

Book 1: Chapter 9 But I can! Idiot!

This is a book gallery, where soft blue light touches the spine of each book. It gathers art and literature from all over the universe, from Shakespeare to the most beautiful poems of emperors. Soon, the Lord of Wisdom threw the works of emperors out of the gallery.

The Lord of Wisdom swept his hand across the epic masterpieces, from the distant history of lost kingdoms to the various technological texts of the Eldar. Finally, he placed his hand on the blood-red book from which sand flowed, gazing upon this book composed of blood and red sand.

He slowly infused the work of the Blood Lord with blue silk threads, but it stopped abruptly halfway through!

He plots schemes without setting traps, using words, slander, and delirium.

Brothers and father turned against each other, and the blood of loved ones was spilled on their hands. This should have been a turning point.

This is a life-or-death duel!