Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Finally, this is your secret with me!"

Akhan Rand walked out of the palace in a daze; the information the Omniscient God had given him was too shocking!

So much so that he had no idea how he got back to his residence.

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Volume 1: Chapter 94 (Ninety-One) - Humanoid Self-Propelled Cannon! Angron!

The moment news of the War Hounds spread from Mars, Jedek's doorstep was already overwhelmed with visitors.

These madmen immediately wanted to use Jedek as a go-between to become the first batch of mechanical sages to go to the ancient battlefield. During this time, thanks to the help of Shadowmoon Wolf Regulus, he was able to be blocked at the door by those mechanical sages and get a good night's sleep.

During his recent studies, Jedek noticed that the sage who was teaching him was very fond of him, praising him for repairing broken pieces of metal while using binary language to insult other legion cousins.

But the reason is obvious to anyone with a brain: it's simply a thirst for unknown technology.

"Is Jedek there?"

When the mechanical voice sounded, Jedek pretended to be dead.

Legion Lord, hurry up and come! If you don't come soon, I'm going to die right here!

"I am Regulus!"

Jedek got out of bed and quickly opened his bedroom door. Countless eyes, flashing different lights, stared at Jedek. He pulled Regulus into the room.

"My cousin! 9¤…〖¨←．□三√$澪∮.菬『←謬："

Jedek looked miserable.

"Hahaha... The War Hound has indeed found something incredible; I've never seen such a crazy scene before."

Regulus was actually a little itchy inside. If Titan and STC were released, which Mechanic would not go crazy? If Shadowmoon Wolf found out, it would be an excellent bargaining chip to win over the Mechanicus. But as of now, Warhounds did not seem to have such an idea.

The Cult of the Machine God is a complex group of factions, each with its own ideology. Although Mars appears peaceful on the surface, undercurrents are surging beneath the surface.

Although Regulus informed Jedek of the situation, it was clear that the war hounds were not politically astute.

But that doesn't matter.

Regulus accepted this guileless cousin.

"Lava City, Lady Corell Zess has already given her answer. She will meet with the representatives of the Nukelian delegation after they arrive at the Holy Land or Mars. But I don't know why you chose to cooperate with Lady Corell Zess."

"After all, General Hal Forging will give the Warhounds better things."

How could Jedek know what the Legion Lord was thinking? He shook his head.

"Our legion is poor! Regulus, you don't know, the War Hounds aren't well-regarded by the Empire. The war councils always award us with the leftovers from other legions. Sigh..."

Jedek started complaining about being poor.

Regulus recalled the recent letter from the Five Lords, in which the Lords showed great favor to their brother whom they had never met in Angron Lands. The Lords even suggested that if Shadowmoon Wolf could help, Regulus should do so.

He might write a letter to his sovereign, outlining the current predicament of the war hounds, and try to win over the Twelfth Legion.

“Cousin, perhaps Shadowmoon Wolves can provide some support. Although my lord is also fighting a difficult battle on the front lines, for you, for humanity and the Emperor, we cannot stand by and watch you fight with firewood sticks! I will write to my father as soon as I get back!”

"Absolutely not!"

“Cousin, it is my sovereign who makes the decision. I am merely suggesting that if my sovereign refuses to apologize, I should be the one to do so!”

Regulus perfectly demonstrated the political acumen of a Shadowmoon Wolf, speaking his mind flawlessly.

He left his room without waiting for Jedek to refuse.

Jedek shook his head. Was this what the Legion Lord meant by successfully feigning poverty?

Although Regulus had ulterior motives in approaching him, his feelings for his cousin were genuine.

Now Jedek is eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Legion's sovereign, who will reward him and then take him back to the Legion to boast to Gale and Karn!

.......

A Primarch cannot be hidden. Although Lu Heng did not intend to bring Angron on this trip to Mars, after confronting Lu Heng for three days and three nights, Angron still could not resist this machine with its own ideas.

On the surface, it's Ouyi Search: jiu缌ba{_《ˇ3／『岭◆〓鵡鵡诺茅斯, the governor of Nukelia, is visiting Mars. In reality, it's Angron personally leading the Redemption Guard to Mars to win over some factions of the Mechanicus.

When the fleet emerged from Mandevi Point, after several days of sailing, Angron looked out the porthole at the red planet and thought it was even redder than Nukelia!

"My Lord..."

Gel looked down at the tattered tracks that Angron had kicked, and he felt a headache coming on.

This is the third batch of tracks that have been broken. The power of the Imperial demigods is somewhat too much for these mechanical creations to withstand!

In order to conceal a Primarch, following the Legion's wishes, they covered Angron's entire body with machinery, attempting to transform him into a mechanical construct or a mechanical sage.

Sometimes, Gerr even thought about stuffing his old man into a tank and transporting him down!

But this is not realistic.

“We have passed the test of the Mechanicus.”

“The Oynomouth mentor is ready to meet with Casting General Carl Hare.”

"In addition, the Empire has dispatched a contingent of Imperial Guards and the Silent Sisters."

Gel reported on the current situation. Although the Legion Lord already knew some of these things, as his heir, he could not appear too incompetent.

"Nail, what do you think is the purpose of Father sending people here?"

"Angron asked."

[Your father probably already knew about our arrival. He probably sent the Imperial Guard to deliver something to you. If you really objected, he'd issue you thirteen Terra gold medals, ordering us to go back and continue the Great Expedition.]

Lu Heng said to Anglong.

Angron pondered for a moment, and thought, "That makes sense!"

Then he looked at his offspring.

"Load the cannon barrel for me."

Angron pointed to the enormous cannon barrel, which was to be fitted over his head.

When the Nukelian delegation emerged from the tarmac, they were greeted with a warm welcome from the Mechanicus. After all, who would dislike a delegation that brought them new technologies?

Eureka, with Butcher's Peak on his head, listened expressionlessly to the binary words that Dionysus translated for him in his mind. To be honest, he found the chattering sounds rather annoying.

"Alright! You don't need to translate Dionysus's boring talk for me!"

"Oynormouth said expressionlessly."

"Homage to Om Messiah."

When a mechanical sage appears.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Zagreus Kane."

"Carl Holm has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Oh, that thing was also...something you found?"

Kane pointed at the humanoid self-propelled cannon disguised as Angron in the distance.

"What a strange thing," Kane thought to himself.

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Volume 1: Chapter 95, Chapter Ninety-Two: The Abomination of Intelligence Angron!

Corell Zess, lord of Lava City.

Mechanical master.

It's shameful to admit, but she was a faithless person and a skeptic.

Just as when Shadowmoon Wolf Regulus found her and acted as a go-between for the Warhounds, she suspected that the Twelfth Legion had ulterior motives for contacting her!

But now, before those messengers arrive, she! 汃∈′耳>♂si⊙＠三；§聆∈5嗖∈○嗦: Unable to turn her thoughts into reality, the truth can only be revealed by seeing the person behind it.

Corey Zess watched as the delegation descended from the sky aboard a transport ship. As the strange machine disembarked from the ship, its tracks turning, her mind began to race. How on earth did this thing work?

Can this thing really move?

This is what Corey Zess thought!

Angron was extremely frustrated. He curled up inside the square box, listening to the engine humming behind him. He had no vision, and all he could hear was the sound of nails describing his surroundings. He swore that he would never crawl into that damned little box again!

Even if they squeezed in again, they would need to add air conditioning. The stuffy air made Anglong feel like he could suffocate at any moment. As the elevator rose, Anglong felt that he was about to arrive.

"Gentlemen, Lava City welcomes you."

When Angron heard a female voice, he was surprised to find that the voice was not electronic.

"Mrs. Corey Zess!"

Then came Jedek's voice.

"The mission would like to meet with you privately."

Corey Zess was puzzled, but she was now certain that the Twelfth Legion had a specific purpose in contacting her!

"can!"

She nodded in reply.

As she had her servants usher the Twelfth Legion into a reception room, she had just sat down when she heard a booming sound. She had initially thought it was a gift from the Twelfth Legion, but it seemed that was not the case.

The vehicle was stuck in the doorway.

Corey Zess shook his head slightly. A bunch of idiots.

These idiots think bending the tracks will solve the problem...

It's in!

Corey Zess looked shocked as she watched as Gol and Kahn bent the vehicle's tracks and shoved them into the doorway, which then closed.

Corey Zess rubbed his temples. These guys were so weird.

"I wonder what business the War Hound has with me?"

"After all, I am not the current General of Forging on Mars, and my faction cannot provide any assistance to you in terms of supplies."

Corey Zess stated bluntly.

"Mrs. Corey Zess, it's not that we want to see you."

"By order of the Legion's sovereign, you are invited to... Nukelia."

Corey Zess shook his head.

Sacred Mars is her home, and she is not as fervent as other mechanical sages about leaving their homeland.

Every mechanical master is a competent politician; she wouldn't allow her faction to side with an emperor or prince without a reason.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

"I'm sorry, even if His Highness Angron personally came to invite me, I..."

Before Corey Zess could finish speaking, she saw the vehicle begin to transform right in front of her. Her mouth gaped open, wide enough to fit an egg. Her scanner scanned the vehicle countless times, and she was certain that there was no hidden person inside.

The moment the face of Angron, the emperor's son, appeared before Corell Zeth.

"how did you do it!"

Corey Zess stood up and walked incredulously to Angron. She stared at Angron, and at the things... on her body.

what are these?

Corell Zess could clearly see the shrinking, fine cables on Angron's body; she sensed something strange about the Imperial demigod.

"As I just said, the Supreme Commander of the Twelfth Legion invites you to Nukelia."

Ger repeated what he had just said, then he took a loudspeaker, and Lu Heng extended a cable and connected it to the loudspeaker. Wu

[Nice to meet you, Mrs. Corey Zess.]

"Hate intelligence!!!!!!!!!"