Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

【? 】

Lu Heng felt Anglong's large tears streaming down his face.

He suspected there was something wrong with his system.

What did you say?

"I don't want to repeat myself, this hatred..." Zero

Remember this! Anglong closed his eyes, and Lu Heng also withdrew his data synapse.

[I'll electrocute you!]

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Inside the infirmary, Angron rolled around on the floor frantically, overturning some of the equipment. He didn't understand why the Butcher's Nail was so angry, but Angron felt he hadn't done anything wrong!

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and Kahn and Gol, armed with weapons, surveyed Angron, who was rolling around in the infirmary. They exchanged a glance.

"Varius! There are no aliens here!"

"Search the next location! Kahn!"

Kahn nodded and closed the door.

Angron knelt on the ground and stretched out his hand.

"come in!"

Kahn and Gol obediently entered the room. They had thought that Angron and Oynormouth were fighting, but they didn't expect that it was the Legion Lord teaching Angron a lesson.

"Let's find a place to sit."

Angron pointed to the chairs of two human mortals, where Kahn and Gol were half-squatting, or rather, squatting.

[Two options: First, remove the Butcher's Nail, then place it in a stasis field and wait for technological advancements to heal it.]

[Secondly, I'll add some modules to it, and then this Butcher's Sting might be like me...]

"the second!"

Without even thinking, Anglong chose the second option!

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Volume 1: Chapter 84 (Eighty-Two) - The New Driver!

[A new compartment is being generated...]

[System update initiation...]

The regional network is under construction...

The new mecha is being finalized...

The Oujnomouth type has been finalized.

For nearly half a month, Ang Silong and Lu Heng stayed in this infirmary. ℃＞：。 *￡＜∴]

Most of the modifications have been completed, and the most crucial step now is to install a driver.

Lu Heng was prepared for this question.

You should talk to your offspring; I think they will agree.

"kindness."

Angron nodded slowly, looking at Kahn and Gol who were also nodding slightly.

"Go and rest!"

After saying this, Angron got up and left. Even as a demigod of the Empire, he was exhausted after such a mentally taxing surgery. The intense fatigue led Angron back to his room, where he closed his eyes.

He entered a dream.

......

He should be dead.

That's how it should have been. In the battle against the Xenomorphs, he hated his meaningless sacrifice. He should have been by the Primarch's side, but the honor and responsibility of a warrior drove him forward.

For the sake of humanity and the empire, Dionysus was unsure whether this was hell or heaven, staring blankly at the Angrons wandering in the distance.

"Father!"

He shouted, and he came to an Angron mass-produced machine. Under the machine's questioning gaze, Dionysus knelt on the ground and began his confession inside the Diesh Arena.

Tears streamed down his face as he recounted his insignificant victories and inquired about the well-being of his brothers.

How he longed to stand on the earth once more, to slay the aliens for the Father of Genetics, and to fight for the Emperor and humanity!

The Angron mass production machine stared at Dionysus, who was kneeling in front of it.

After a long while, he handed Dionysus an axe.

Dionysus, in a daze, took the axe, and then the Anglo-produced machine punched him.

Dionysus fell to the ground. The Anglo-produced machine looked at Dionysus with a bored expression, then pulled him up and punched him in the face again.

Dionysus felt a dazzling light appear before his eyes.

He seemed to see his genetic father—Angron.

"My lord!"

Dionysus roared.

Keep your voice down!

When a completely different voice rang out, Dionysus saw a green figure appear beside Angron. Dionysus immediately became alert, realizing that it was not human.

"Alien!? I know! You want to corrupt me!"

"wishful thinking!"

Lu Heng couldn't help but kick Dionysus. Here, Lu Heng could be considered half a ruler.

"Dionysus!"

Angron looked at his offspring with a very solemn expression, and Dionysus raised his head from the ground.

"You've worked hard, kid!"

Angron extended his palm.

"Get out of my way, alien! Don't try to fool me with the appearance of the fathers of our genes! When I wake up, I will tear you to pieces!"

Dionysus slapped Anglon's hand away, causing Anglon's eyelids to twitch. The sadness he felt earlier vanished completely at the thought of being treated this way by his peculiar son.

【You are dead! Dionysus!】

"Bullshit! Don't even think about corrupting my Xenomorph!"

Lu Hengqi looked at Dionysus, who was completely unresponsive, and clenched his fist. (Seven☆. Eight［★⌒×)

Seeing this, Anglong quickly stepped in front of Lu Heng.

"Dude! He might not be thinking straight!"

[These bastards are spoiled rotten by you, you bastard! Angron mass production machine! Beat them up!]

Angron looked at the Angron mass production machine rushing towards him and gave Dionysus a "good luck" look.

"Alien! You can forget about it!"

"I......"

"Ouch!"

When a bruised and battered Dionysus sat on the ground in front of a fire, he finally realized that he was dead and that he had only survived in this state thanks to the help of the Butcher's Nail, the legionary leader.

Anglong sighed, but at the same time, he really wanted to laugh.

"My lord... is this Valhalla?"

Dionysus covered his face, wondering why he felt pain when he was being beaten if it wasn't Valhalla.

"You are now just a string of data. This is my mental world. I..."

Angron looked at his offspring, wondering if what he was doing was too cruel.

Isn't this cruel of you to treat me like this?

Lu Heng glanced at Anglong.

"I need you, Dionysus!"

Upon hearing Anglo's words, Dionysus became extremely excited. He had never imagined that even in death he could still make a contribution to the Father of Genetics.

"For Your Highness Angron, I would gladly die a thousand deaths!"

You are already dead!

Lu Heng said.

"......"

Dionysus lowered his head.

“I need to enter a Butcher’s Nail. My mentor, Eunouchay, was targeted by the aliens and was impaled on a Butcher’s Nail. As a veteran of the Legion, you’ve seen those things before.”

"Angron said to Dionysus. Hmm."

"As you wish." Liu

Dionysus had no complaints; he was willing to sacrifice everything, even his insignificant soul, for humanity and the father of genes.

"I'm sorry, my child, I failed to save you."

Angron patted the son of Angron on the shoulder.

Dionysus said nothing; he simply stared directly at his father.

"Will I ever see you again? Or rather, can I come to this place?"

[Theoretically, yes; in practice, I have already granted you this authority, Son of Angron. There is much you need to learn, and as the first, the task upon you is extremely arduous.]

"Lord of the Legion, I will accept any hardship or obstacle!"

Lu Heng looked at the hunting dog with satisfaction.

He clapped his hands, and countless data-driven essays appeared in front of Dionysus, stack upon stack. Dionysus looked distressed; he seemed to have spoken too quickly.

[You are about to enter Governor Nukelia's mind. Handling routine official duties will be your daily routine. In addition, I will teach you how to properly use your cockpit. You will need to master every module: cellular stimulation, psionic detection, shield adjustment, and data attack.]

This will be a long training course. You will also need to learn how to observe the weather and how to get up and fight after your mech loses consciousness!

As Anglong listened to every word Lu Heng said, he realized now how much Lu Heng had done for him.

"Nail, thank you."

Angron offered his heartfelt thanks to Butcher's Sting.

[To be honest, you're grateful for my skills! Could you please train your abilities a bit?] ≮∪‖'〈

Lu Heng complained.

Anglong looked up at the sky.

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Volume 1: Chapter 85 (Eighty-Three): Dionysus, the pilot!

Oynormouth awoke from his daze, staring at the ceiling. Instinctively, he touched the Butcher's Nail on his head; the nail was still there.

Eunouch looked around nervously. Anglon sat in front of his sickbed, reading a book of poetry.

"Angron! Stay away from me!"

Oynormouth screamed in terror; he didn't want to appear as a bloodthirsty madman in front of Anglon.

【Greetings, esteemed Mentor Anglon, I am Dionysus.】