Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

but......

The three sand books collapsed completely, and countless grains of sand flowed through the fingertips of the Lord of Wisdom.

As the hymn of the Om Messiah of the Sands resounded, the Lord of Wisdom clutched the few remaining grains of sand in his hand, then smiled with relief.

Even a calamity can bring change!

things...

Zhong hallucinated, blood, and was already dead!

qAngron saw that Eunochor was surrounded by a group of black bean sprouts, and he abandoned Iris behind him.

"You wild dog! You can't escape!"

N. Iris muttered to herself.

"Eujnomouth!"

Angron charged toward Oynormouth, wielding his Screamer. Oynormouth instinctively swung his great axe, and with a cracking sound, he used his years of gladiator experience to step back, dropping the broken axe.

Steel fragments cut blood across his face. The big idiot stepped forward and slammed into Angron's body, but how could a demigod's physique be contended with by an Oglin? The big idiot was sent flying.

【You're the most useless mecha I've ever seen!】

Lu Heng complained as he watched the screen flash red repeatedly!

[Unauthorized data breach! Unauthorized data breach!]

[Clearing! Clearing!]

Lu Heng discovered that Angron's brain temperature was completely abnormal at this moment. Lu Heng finally understood what Guilliman's negative psionic energy Oglin felt like!

"Angron! Wake up! We are not the enemy!"

Oynormouth dodged Angron's attack once again. As Angron's teacher, he knew all too well the prelude to each of Angron's attacks. Often, just as Angron was about to swing his hand, Oynormouth would barely dodge it by relying on his intuition.

Even so, Oynormouth had several wounds on his body.

"Look at this! The Undefeated vs. Oujnomouth! You should be at the Arena! What a waste, you could have sold so well!"

Iris looked around at the eight psionicists who had surrounded her; now only three remained. "Three..."

A stray dog ​​is a stray dog!

[Cleanup complete!]

Lu Heng watched as the progress bar filled up.

"I......"

【Shut up! 】

[Angron Unit 2! I'll be piloting it now!]

When Anglong heard Lu Heng's words, he tensed up, but Lu Heng gave Anglong no chance to resist or say anything.

He directly and forcibly controlled all of Angron's brain nerves, although Angron did not resist much.

but.....

Lu Heng gave up.

Because he received a message from Angron.

Angron asked himself.

Is he really...free?

Lu Heng analyzed his data for several thousand milliseconds and finally confirmed that Anglong believed he was still a slave, Lu Heng's slave.

I'm not free, you idiot!

Lu Heng grumbled, but in fact he could sense that while Anglong was thanking him for not turning him into a madman, he also felt a slight resentment and confusion.

So, was he truly free after he escaped?

Even though Anglong and Lu Heng had been having heart-to-heart talks during this time, the doubts buried in their hearts were not discovered by Lu Heng. He had no way to completely quantify a person's thoughts.

After all, Angron is a human being, not his puppet.

【Search [‖qUN: 柒四?々一。 【玖”芭＾♀Do you think I want to stay in your head?】

Lu Heng's tone was very resentful. Seeing this, Anglong pretended to still be under control. The shrieker let out a shriek in the air. Oynormouth noticed that Anglong's attack had weakened a bit.

I also want a normal body, I want to be a normal person!

You think I willingly share a body with you?!

[Damn it! You should be an angry madman, not here condemning me!]

Lu Heng felt extremely wronged, simply because of all the things he had to transmigrate into, he had to become a nail!

"I'm sorry... I sensed your emotions!"

For the first time, Angron sensed Lu Heng's emotions. It wasn't a cold machine or some evil thing; Angron could feel Lu Heng's warm soul.

Warm.

It's like the feeling I got from Eunouchay.

Nails are not bad people.

Today, Angron can be confirmed.

"what should I do?"

[Wave the shrieking creature and then fling it downwards!]

Anglon looked toward Eunhomouth, and this time his gaze was crystal clear.

Oynormouth nodded slightly. He knew that Angron had already emerged from the illusion. He saw Angron rush forward again, a faint wind swirling around his arm, forming a vortex. Two-thirds of a second later...

Angron tossed the Screamer directly onto Iris behind him in a throwing motion. №:‖—

"You mad dog!"

Iris's pain, disbelief, and the sound of flesh being torn apart echoed throughout the hall.

But Angron didn't give him more time to play with his sorcery.

He arrived in front of Iris with superhuman speed.

"you......"

Iris was about to yell and curse when Angron grabbed his neck with his large hands and lifted him up.

The remaining three psionicists tried to get up, but Big Fool grabbed two of them, while the third had his head chopped off by Oynormouth with a giant axe.

Iris's face was pale but with a slight flush.

"Angron".

Eunouchay came over.

“We are not slave owners, we are not perpetrators.”

"He almost made me kill you!"

Angron stared at his mentor. This was the second time! This was the second time!

"Yes, my child, but we are not executioners!"

Oynormouth's voice, no less impressive than Anglon's, rang out, and he simply stared at Anglon.

"His crimes should be exposed, not killed by you!"

Oynormouth pondered for a moment and then spoke.

“You are a leader, no longer a gladiator.”

Oynormouth voiced his thoughts: Angron was still a warrior, but now he was the leader of the Warhounds, and there were some things... they could do, but Angron couldn't.

"Did you hear me! You bastard! You can't kill me now!"

Iris noticed the relaxation in Angworon's grip, and he sneered.

The next second, the giant axe slashed down.

Warm blood splattered onto Oynomouth's gloomy face.

"But I can, you idiot!"

Oynormouth said so.

P.S.: Will there be votes for two chapters?

Volume 1: Chapter 10 The Sky Belongs to Us

Mardogon was liberated.

But for the local common people, this was an absolute disaster and the end of the world for the noble Desia.

Although the war dogs did not harass these arrogant guys, the smell of gunpowder permeated the entire city.

"They still treat us like slaves!"

Angron gripped the handrail atop the tower of the hive, gazing at the distant green fields. His words elicited a tsk-tsk echo from Lu Heng.

Angron stroked the metal veins on his head, the cold sensation making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Their beliefs and mindset are already fixed; we cannot make them understand the importance of our cause in a short time.

I think you should try a new approach.

"In what way?"

Anglong looked up and asked.

"You want to let the people of Nest City go?"

Oynormouth stared at Anglon in disbelief, knowing this was probably not what Anglon meant.

"It means nail."

Anglong's voice was very calm. There were too many things to deal with now: the construction of the factory, the next arrangements for the war dogs. They were no longer stragglers but insurgents, a regular army.

"Let the nail talk to me!"

Ouinomouth's aged face showed confusion. He didn't understand why Nail would release the people of Wuchaodu, since population was a resource after all.

"Martogon has fallen. Do you think these people still have any value to those slave owners?"

Anglong repeated what Nail had said.

Utterly worthless. If Iris hadn't died, and the city lord were still alive, this city would still be Nukelia's city. But now, this city has been defiled by war dogs; their claws have reached here. To those slave owners...

This will be a good opportunity to divide the spoils.

Lu Heng overheard the conversation.

The Maldogon was destroyed by gladiators who burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities, and no one survived.

The sand from Nukelia hit Angron's face, and the air was utterly silent.

Apart from the whistling and flashing wind.

Angron bowed, looking around at the high-ranking members of the Warhounds: Vadius, Hillman, Big Fool, Circe—and his own father, Eunouchaus.

“Just a few months ago, we were slaves living in caves.”

“No one could have imagined that a few months later we would be standing on the very city that had once enslaved us.”

"Many people still don't know why they're fighting. Is it hatred? Anger?"

"No, it's liberation."

"My friends! There will be no more slaves in Nukelia! Everyone will have enough to eat! There will be equality! There will be freedom!"

"I know many people will not agree with my decision."

RainhAn: 牾&〈↓《6〈． ⊥彡／肆☆〃司…⊥“But…my brothers and sisters, we are not here to become them! To become new slave owners! The Desia people will understand what we are doing!”

"For freedom! For Nukelia!"

Angron raised the Screamer in his hand and roared.

The people around looked at Angron. Some were new members of the tribe, while others were high-ranking knights who had been forced to join. The old gladiators who had escaped from the slaughterhouse with Angron roared and shouted Angron's name.