Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Alright! Let me go! You big idiot!"

Anglon had no time for reminiscing with his relatives; his immediate priority was to assess the situation in Eunouchay.

When their gaze swept over the Midnight Lords.

“I don’t remember Conrad Coates shoving you here.”

Angron gazed at the two Night Lords who stood ramrod straight, a scrutinizing look shooting from his eyes.

"Your Highness of the Great Angron..."

One of the Midnight Lords stammered, unable to admit that he and his brother had come to steal the Butcher's Nail technology!

"It's alright. Thank you for your contributions to Nukelia. I'll tell Conrad Coz about your achievements. I heard you captured a... spy?"

Angron weighed his fingers in his hand.

"Of course, but that guy... he's a bit tight-lipped."

At midnight, the lord poured out his troubles.

"Take me to see him!"

Angron's eyes darkened. "Secure? Let's see just how tight your mouth really is!"

......

【? 】

"?"

"???"

Lu Heng, Anglong, and Anglong's sons all fell silent the moment they saw the cult spy. The bloody scene was beyond words, but Anglong was shocked by the Midnight Lord's masterful interrogation techniques!

He's... still alive?

After a long while, Anglong stared at the dissected object, hanging inside a brightly colored container, at what appeared to be a human. Anglong couldn't believe it; it was alive, its brain and nerves submerged in the container and liquid.

"Yes, Lord Angron, he can talk, breathe, and even joke with me."

The Midnight Lord nodded.

"I've told you everything! I've told you everything! Kill me! Kill me!"

"Look, he's still joking with me now."

The Midnight Lord pointed to the seemingly exhausted and maddened cult spy and said, "／‖［er○

"nail."

Anglong asked Lu Heng.

[Wait a minute, this guy's behavior is very strange. Although he seems crazy, he still has some self-protection mechanisms. He's a professionally trained agent; in other words, he himself doesn't know what he's hiding.]

Lu Heng used the system to scan the brain of the guy in front of him. His thinking was normal, and the traces of modification to his psychic energy were very obvious. Although it would be difficult for others to detect, the person who dealt with this cult spy was definitely a psychic master.

However, these things cannot be hidden under Lu Heng's system scan.

"You're right, he's hiding something!"

"Your Highness Anglong is wise."

The Lord of Midnight leaned down, completely agreeing with Angron's idea.

"Galan!"

Angron turned and called out to the Legion's chief apothecary, Garan, who walked out of the crowd with a smile on his face, a red cross on his face.

"My lord!"

"I've left Varis here with you, my think tank chief. I expect you to work with these little bats to pry out whatever's hidden in this man's mouth!"

Even if he went to the toilet several times yesterday!

Although the Midnight Lords were eager to raise their hands and say that they had already asked the question, the two of them knew that they couldn't touch Angron's brow at this moment.

"Alright! My dear friends! We're here to learn from you! Is there anything you want to teach us?"

Garland took out his equipment, and a series of colorful syringes appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Oedipus! Take me to him now!"

Anglon looked at Oedipus and said sullenly.

He knew just how insane those guys with the Butcher's Nail were; not every guy was as lucky as Angron to have a good nail.

Anglon remembered what Eunouchay had said to him.

“Angron, no one wants to die, not even a madman.”

Anglong walked along the road with an unusually heavy heart.

"You can save him, can't you, Nail?"

[Angron Unit 2, you talk far too much for a machine. Who am I? Your pilot, the master of the Butcher's Nails. Relax.]

Although Lu Heng conveyed this message to Anglong, he still had no confidence in his own heart.

"I understand, so could you please lower the temperature?"

Angron touched the increasingly hot nail on his head, feeling that the nail was even more anxious than he was.

[On official business.]

Lu Heng, unusually, told a small lie.

When the group arrived at the planetary governor's quarters, they could hear roars coming from inside, even from a distance.

"I'm sorry, Father, Eunuch... he's gone completely mad right now!"

Oedipus said to Anglon with great apology.

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Volume 1: Chapter 83 (or roughly, Chapter 81: A Deep Bond Between Father and Son)

Oynormouth lay in bed, and Anglon's face showed sadness.

On Oynormouth's head were a pair of metal implants, with electronic cables at the tips resembling human braids. In contrast to Angron, who was anesthetized before having the Butcher's Nails driven into his head, Oynormouth was awake, allowing the aliens to hammer this terrifying torture machine into his head one hammer blow after another.

Anglon no longer dared to ask how much suffering Eugenemouth had endured!

He watched as his mentor's face twitched uncontrollably due to spasms, and veins began to bulge on his temples from time to time.

"Eunouchay!"

Angron softly called out his mentor's name, but all he saw was that lecherous gaze and that beast-like roar of fury.

The blood vessels in his limbs began to swell.

The beast was breathing heavily.

Angron came to his side, and Oynormouth stared at Angron with a bloodthirsty look.

Only then did Eunouch look directly at the child he had raised from childhood, and tears of despair streamed down his face.

"An... Angron!"

Oynormouth felt as if his nerves were under high-voltage radiation, ready to erupt in fury at any moment and tear everything in his sight apart. He didn't want Angron to see him in this state.

He begged Oedipus to throw him into the arena so that he could die gloriously in battle against the aliens, but the cowardly fellow betrayed him, and Oedipus refused!

In his rage, he tore Oedipus's mortal servants to pieces.

"kill me!"

Teeth and blood flowed from Oynormouth's mouth, half of which he swallowed and the other half he spat out, splattering blood and teeth onto Angron.

Oynormouth's jaw trembled with pain.

"Are you in so much...so much pain too?"

Leng O'Innomouth had no idea that Anglon had been enduring such great pain all along. He had to admit that he was not a good mentor, or even a good foster father, if he could be called a foster father at all!

“I have come to save you, Oinemouth.”

"You...cannot save me! Angron!"

Forwarded: "There's a way to deal with nails!"

Q Angron pinned Oynormouth down, roaring as he tried to convey his voice to Oynormouth, but Oynormouth spat blood from his mouth back at Angron.

"You are not my son! You were taken in by someone! Kill me! Angron will let me die a glorious death as a warrior!!!!"

N "Or put me down and let me kill...uh ...

Angron watched as Eunouchous convulsed beneath his hand, and for a moment Angron had no idea what was happening.

"Father!"

Angron revealed his true feelings.

【well?】

"A nail? I just..."

I don't have a stupid son like you.

Lu Heng joked that he withdrew his data synapse in front of Anglong, which made Anglong awkwardly touch his nose, realizing he had worried too much.

Is there any hope?

"Angron asked."

Don't panic.

I've already sent Geer and the others to find those instruments! Now we just need to wait!

Lu Heng handed the data to Ger. After receiving the message from the Legion Lord, Ger left without looking back. He quickly asked the Legion's technical sergeant for the tools the Legion Lord needed.

.......

Medical room.

Lu Heng emerged from Angron's body. Oynormouth was injected with a unique anesthetic from Nukelia. Even though Oynormouth was asleep, he was still frowning. The pain caused by the Butcher's Nail made it impossible for Oynormouth to fall asleep normally.

Data synapses probed into Oinemouth's head. Around him, the mechanical instruments taken from the Legion were being dismantled by Lu Heng. Angron, while exerting his power, watched the nail's movements with a tense expression.

Why didn't you use it just now?

Lu Heng looked at Ouynormouth, whose brows were gradually relaxing, and questioned her.

　“I forgot…”

[Huh? You can forget something like that? Really...]

"Then why didn't you remind me?"

[Shut up, Unit 2!]

Lu Heng was trying to ease his tension by arguing with Anglong. Although he was a machine, he still possessed the qualities that a high-dimensional psionic should have.

Data synapses collided with each other, and Lu Heng had to carefully peel this thing off Ouinomouth's head.

After trying for almost an hour.

[Bad news.]

"Say!"

Anglong's heart tightened.

[I cannot remove this Butcher's Nail. Unlike you, Angron, as a mortal, even after the lifespan enhancement surgery, this Butcher's Nail is too deeply embedded in his head and cervical spine. If I were to remove it directly, he would become a cripple; he has already lost an arm.]

"Then you might as well kill him."

Lu Heng's words brought despair to Anglong's eyes; not all Butcher's Spikes are like the one on his head.

You now have a choice.

“I will kill him myself.”

"I will let Oynormouth die with the glory of a warrior, in the Desh'a Arena! Under the watchful eyes of all the people of Nukelia, he will die on the land he loves!"