Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Corell Zess shrieked and jogged backward, trying to call for her guards, trying to cry for help, trying to warn that an imperial prince had been controlled by the Abomination Intelligence!

Unfortunately, every message she sent was intercepted by Lu Heng.

"So you chose a crazy woman as our ally?"

Angron picked at his ear as he watched Corey Zess's erratic behavior.

This mortal even pulled out a delicate little pistol, a little pistol?

Jedek snatched the weapon immediately; if he had been any later, his other brothers might have been able to cut off the head of this blasphemous father of genes.

Although they are unlikely to do so, the master foundry will still suffer some physical pain!

What do you want from me?

Corey Zess watched the crowd in front of him warily.

[Listen, Sage Corey Zess, it's not that we want anything from you!]

Rather, your fate is already intertwined with Nukelia's.

Lu Heng said quietly.

Compared to other Mechanicus, the reason he chose Corell Zeth was simply because this woman believed neither in the Emperor nor in the Ohm Messiah. Although this was considered heretical within the Mechanicus, it was indeed the case. Historically, she maintained her loyalty to the Emperor and humanity despite not believing in these things.

It's rare to find a group of sages, at least they're mentally sound, and Nukelia needs just such mentally sound individuals. Lu Heng doesn't want a bunch of religious fanatics who worship him every day.

He couldn't let the emperor's schemes succeed.

Myriad Machines God, Your Majesty, you are so capable, please take on more responsibility!

"I don't understand, why were you chosen?"

"And Prince Angron? Do you still have your own consciousness?"

Corey Zess asked, beginning to calculate her survival discipline in the face of an imperial demigod and his offspring.

The answer is 0!

"Uh! Nail, you seem to have scared this guy!"

Angron took the megaphone from Ger and sat down in a chair that was clearly not prepared for him. He could sense the fear and unease in the mortal before him.

[You don't understand. I know I don't want to share the pressure the Emperor puts on me; maybe that guy is already plotting how to turn me into the God of Myriad Machines!]

Lu Heng complained inside Anglong's head.

What Lu Heng didn't know was that the Emperor had already begun doing so.

P.S.: There are still four chapters to go until the sixth update... I think the quality of these chapters is alright?

Dig some people back to Nukelia, Corell Zeth, the lord of the lava city, who invented the Akashic Reader and is one of the few mechanical sages who doesn't like modifying his own body. He's a very interesting mechanical sage.

Waaaaah, will I get any votes? I've worked so hard, I should get votes, right?! Godfathers, I'll take a nap and write more later, okay? Counting today's four updates, I only need eight more chapters! So happy!

Volume 1: Chapter 96, Chapter Ninety-Three: Angron: I Cannot Be the Master! ‖, ￥〈

Do you think General Carl Halforge will tolerate you in the future?

The voice of the abhorrent AI rang in Corey Zess's ears. Not just in her ears, but she immediately realized that some of her gadgets had been hacked. As a master mechanic, she had set up firewalls for her machines, and she had practically worn out the intrusion alarms with her hands, but the thing just wouldn't react!

"Gears above, your blasphemous words have no effect on me!"

Mrs. Corey Zess resisted.

[Lady Corell Zess, you should be a loyal ally of the Forging General. After all, you don't believe in the Om Messiah, nor do you trust that the Emperor is a god. If other Mechanicus factions knew about these thoughts, you wouldn't want Lava City to be besieged, would you?]

threaten! A naked threat!

Mrs. Corey Zess thought, but what puzzled her was why this thing would say she was an ally who forged the general's loyalty.

Don't you know about the Martian Forged General's resentment towards the Emperor?

Angron closed his eyes and listened carefully to every word the nail said. He proudly raised his head, and sure enough, his nail was omnipotent!

"You're questioning a forging general, this one..."

"This is the Twelfth Legion! The Legion's Supreme Ruler!"

Kahn stepped forward, and with a touch of arrogance, addressed the man in front of him who, despite looking less like a typical oil enthusiast, said...

"Alright... Lord of the Legion..."

The Emperor knows of my existence; he even knows of my arrival. You can send your servants to Terra to verify this, but of course, doing so might break...

Just as Lu Heng was planning to further entice Corey Zess into his camp.

He received a message from that complex binary language.

Akhan Rand requested a meeting with Ambassador Nukaria.

【? 】

Lu Heng was puzzled for a long time. He didn't understand why the ambassador of Nukelia wasn't casting a general's...

Old Man Huang!!!

Angron stood up abruptly from his chair, sensing Nail's furious rage!

[The Lord of Humanity really does have everything planned out for me. Is Angron interested in sending ships to Terra Palace for a quickie?]

"......"

Angron kept quiet; he didn't want to cause trouble.

Listening to these blasphemous words, Corey Zess was now somewhat puzzled as to what this thing in front of her actually was, and she was carefully considering every word spoken by the Legion Lord.

She saw Anglon, with the help of his offspring, stuff him into the mechanical components. This time, she could finally see clearly that dense data synapses were emerging from Anglon's spine, with cables connecting to the mechanical components.

This scene was completely beyond anything Corey Zeiss had ever conceived.

Corey Zess thought of Greenskins, but Greenskins couldn't create such a sophisticated existence.

Those Ork... it's a long story.

As the door slowly opened, Corey Zess looked at the figure emerging from the beam of light. Rand? Why was this guy here?

"Master Corey Zess!"

Akhan Rand's face was glowing red.

He gestured for his servant to leave and close the door.

"By the command of the God of Machines, I have come to pay homage to the great Om Messiah!"

Accompanied by Rand's words, the self-propelled gun emitted a huge engine roar.

Rand proudly raised his head and looked at the Sons of Angron around him with strange expressions. Sure enough, the God of Machines was right. When he said this, the Machine Soul next to him was overjoyed!

Corey Zess didn't believe in any Ommes or Om Messiah; none of her writings mentioned the word Om Messiah. She narrowed her eyes and returned to her seat. She needed to sort out what had happened during this time, the creation, and what Rand had said.

First, the news that General Calbo Hal was disloyal to the Emperor was enough to shock her. Then, the first thing Rand did when he arrived at her doorstep was to say that the Emperor had come to ask him to serve Om Messiah!

God!

Mrs. Corey Zess now felt her mind was a little muddled, and she began to wonder if she had been corrupted by some evil force.

"Temple Master Coryl Zess! I think you, like me, are one of the chosen ones of Om Messiah. I am about to become the Forging General of Nuscareia. Perhaps we can work together in the future."

“What are you talking about, Akhan Rand? There is no Om Messiah here.”

Corey Zess blinked. Forging a general?

Since you've been given the generalship, then go ahead and go. I still want to stay on Sacred Mars.

"......"

"Stop joking... Master Corey Zess, Om Messiah isn't here?"

Rand came to Magma City following the Emperor's instructions; otherwise, he might have gone directly to Governor Nukelia. Judging from Corell Zess's expression, Rand was certain that Lady Corell Zess genuinely seemed unaware of Om Messiah's arrival.

Rand thought of the Emperor's request for him to keep the secret.

“I am Akhan Rand.”

Rand spoke, glancing at Ger beside him.

"The Emperor has appointed the Nukelia Forging General. I will assist you in the future. Now, please help me capture this young and beautiful Temple Master and bring her back to our ship. For the sake of Om Messiah, as long as we secretly empty Lava City, no one will know this secret!"

Gel looked at the white-bearded old man with a little monkey perched on his shoulder and rested his chin on his hand.

The Emperor appointed Nukelia Casting General?

Well, there's nothing I can do about it!

After all, in the mind of the Legion Lord, Corell Zess should be the Forging General he appointed.

He always finds things for me to do.

"Perhaps we caused them trouble first?"

[You always like to speak up for your fifth uncle, what do you think about me hitting him on the head?]

"Yes, he really went too far!"

As Angron spoke, he transformed again, appearing behind Rand and patting him on the shoulder.

Corey Zess just watched as Rand turned his head and his old face remained expressionless.

"See! I knew it! Prince Angron is here!"

"Corey Zeth, what are you waiting for! Hurry up and come with me to Om Messiah! Gears above! Why are you standing still!"

Because I'm still trying to persuade her; in other words, she's still thinking about it.

Lu Heng said quietly.

"Hey! Ohm Messiah! What's so difficult about that! Just tie them up and take them back to Nukelia! We have plenty of time!"

"Rand shouted."

[There's another problem. The Emperor promised you the position of Forging General of Nukelia, but I didn't.]

Rand's expression stiffened upon hearing Lu Heng's words. He turned around shakily and looked at Anglong's ambiguous smile.

"I know nothing about mechanics. Don't look at me, look at the nail!"

Angron pointed to his head.

P.S.: First update, 7 more to go!

Where are my tickets, guys?! Are there any tickets? Are there any tickets at all, guys? Please give me some tickets~ Otherwise, I'm going to get tortured~

Waaaaah~~ After finishing seven chapters, I can go back to four chapters a day! I'm so happy......~

Volume 1: Chapter 97 (Ninety-Fourth Chapter) - How to Fight a Beggar?

Oynormouth smiled stiffly. He could see the scrutiny from the forging general in front of him. As a gladiator, he only knew how to destroy mechanical creations or use them as weapons. The scrutinizing gaze of Calbo-Hal's mechanical eyes, which emitted a red glow, made Oynormouth feel uncomfortable.

He seemed to want to probe into Eunouchay's inner thoughts.

"Governor Nukelia".

The Casting General spoke, emitting a buzzing electronic voice.

"I am very interested in the ancient battlefield discovered by the Twelfth Army."

The forging general spoke directly, his eyes filled with greed. Three

[The Oinemouth mentor, he's testing you with data—no, it's me! I blocked it! Praise be to the Legion Lord.]

Euenomouth ignored Dionysus's words.

"The forging general of the sacred Mars, the ancient battlefield war relics, His Highness Angron indeed wants to develop them together with the Martian sages. Nukelia is in dire need of reconstruction, and that is also the purpose of our visit here."

"Need to collaborate." (Small)

Eurekamouth spoke, looking at the Forging General before him, who nodded slightly, gazing at Eurekamouth. In the silence, countless binary ciphers floated in the air, emanating from the Forging General and passing into the minds of different sages.

Right in front of Eunouchaus. Q

Oinemouth sat languidly in his chair, listening to the young man above his head translating these binary codes into his head, sentence by sentence.

'These barbarians of a primitive world possess treasures but don't know how to develop them.'

'Perhaps we should just give him something random to send them on their way.'

'An entire fleet? Throw over a few sages from other sects, plus a few mechanical sergeant slots. It's a bit demanding, but these country bumpkins who've never seen the world should be grateful!'