Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

As a thick sense of malice emanated from the Moravik Cave, Rand and Corey Zess stared in horror at the black opening.

This is one of the enemies I face, the enemies of emperors, the enemies of humanity, and this is only a small part of their form!

[The moment corruption begins, whether you are machine or living being, they become like maggots clinging to your bones, and what I must do is... sever your bones and cut off your limbs!]

The green fluorescent light shone, and that day Rand and Corey Zess saw—God!

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Volume 1: Chapter 101 (Chapter 97) The Calamity of Garbled Code!

This portal shouldn't be opened now; it's too early.

Mechanical fears JiaO flow ℃∫ group: five ∵ 塶ˉ【 Liusha, ∞“； four fears?

Do machine spirits feel fear?

Having witnessed the miracle of the Myriad Machines God, Rand can tell you, it will happen.

He will also tell you.

Knowledge needs to be used in moderation!

That's something that can't be explained openly. You could call it junk code, but it's like a creature living within the program. The moment it comes into contact with the program, it starts to invade wildly. It's not just the program; even a creature, under the long-term influence, will become a puppet outside the veil.

Angron stood directly in front of the group, like a barrier blocking the entrance to the howling cave.

When countless chaotic gibberish and the whispers and howls of the subspace were uttered.

[Virus detected! Virus detected! Virus detected!]

Red alerts filled Lu Heng's screen.

After thinking for two or three seconds, Lu Heng made his decision: to use his abilities to seal off the entire Mount Olympus!

In order to ensure that these things would not escape from here, Lu Heng began to set up antivirus software.

[Angron, I need pain, lots and lots of pain!]

Angron opened his eyes, spread his arms, and began to spread his spiritual power outward, absorbing the pain of the entire Olympia General's Territory!

......

This was the second round of negotiations between the Nukelian delegation and the Mars Four Casting Generals, and this was the ninth. ↓6＃）“Zero$°

The Cult of Machines is clearly very sincere!

The casting general, Carlbor Hall, offered conditions that Eunouchau had never mentioned before.

He first praised the God of Machines using binary language!

He then revealed that he had not previously noticed that Nunukelia and Mars were both red planets. He not only agreed to all of Oinemouth's conditions, but also made a request that puzzled Oinemouth greatly.

The Cult of Mechanism will transform Nukelia into a second Mars!

Fuck you!

Ouinomouth cursed inwardly.

The governor of Nukelia was thinking of something far from beneficial! It was that these damned machines actually wanted to learn from the Nukelia nobles and use technology to enslave them!

【Lord Oinemouth!】

[The Legion's Supreme Leader has sent an urgent message! He needs my help!]

"go with!"

Ouynomouth uttered a single word, something that could make even a nail feel troubled—that must be something extraordinary!

"Go where?"

Carlbor Hal looked at Eunouchaus with great confusion.

He could see the excited expression on Oynomouth's face. The machines in his body started to operate, and he felt his body begin to heat up. He thought that this barbarian might know how great a help Mars's assistance would be to him!

in other words.

Has Oinemouth finally figured it out?

　so索：粑<∽△7]∠粶∽'ˇ∶＜er “Sorry! Forging General.”

"Oinemouth said in a low voice."

Your generosity truly leaves me...without any means to repay you!

Oynormouth pondered how to politely decline the idea of ​​turning down this mentally unstable forging general.

Hal shook his head at this moment.

"You don't need to repay me; you deserve this!"

In just half a century, it will become an enclave of Mars, and by then Nukelia will be filled with priests of the Mechanicus, all of whom will be his faction, and the Warhounds will be the first legion under his command to be involved!

Nukelia is just the beginning!

Just as Oujnomouth was about to say something, things took an unexpected turn!

It was a normal operation within the Jusu factory. It was an ordinary day, with countless ordinary people working normally in this factory, until the first program started to overload.

The explosions began with a deafening roar.

Thousands upon thousands of ordinary people died!

In an instant, those chaotic junk codes began to invade everything they could get into: a production line, the brain of a servant, and even the machinery of those servo skeletons.

When a machine roared out from the side of the hall, emitting a terrifying sound.

The ring-shaped robot pointed its gun directly at Oinemouth, who was sitting in his seat.

Margo, one of Oinemouth's guards, rushed to Oinemouth's side immediately. After the energy beam hit his force field, several war hounds pulled out their bolters and destroyed the machine!

Everyone present was utterly astonished by this scene!

"So the Martians treated their guests like a murder?"

Oynormouth's tone was cold and his expression blank as he stared intently at the forging general who had attempted to enslave his homeworld.

The forging general was clearly shocked by this sudden turn of events.

His program started running at full speed; he was trying to figure out what forces were trying to prevent him from cooperating with Nukelia!

His first thought was of the emperor, but that arrogant fellow wouldn't resort to such underhanded tactics!

If the emperor wanted to stop him, issuing a single decree would suffice.

Just like when he came to Mars and forced him to sign that damned Olympia Treaty.

"Either we sign the agreement, or I take what I want and destroy this place!"

The Forging General remembered what that man had told him, remembered how he had used his power to tamper with a mechanical master's program! That bastard!!!

But he wouldn't do that.

"This is a misunderstanding!"

General Forging noticed that his body was getting even warmer and he felt a little uncomfortable!

Why is this happening? With 86.9% of his body modified, he shouldn't have this problem.

"boom!"

The moment when several robots raised their guns again.

The ammunition they fired relentlessly struck all around, and the unexpected scene caused Oujnomouth's face to darken.

He also felt a sense of relief.

"I may be a barbarian, but I'm not stupid. This is no misunderstanding!"

Eunoucheaumouth could finally rightfully refuse the forging general's proposal.

“I don’t think Nukelia can work with someone who can’t even control a machine properly! His Highness Angron doesn’t want the Legion’s vehicles to suddenly break down or self-destruct!”

The process of forging the general began to run wildly. He started to think about what was happening, but before he could figure it out, he felt the ground beneath his feet begin to shake.

He looked through the stained-glass window at the rising mushroom cloud, which was his Jusu factory!

That factory was like a beginning; General Casting watched as one factory after another began to roar into action.

"Send the Corps of the Dead Skulls! We're under attack!"

The forging general immediately dispatched his Titan legion, no matter who it was!

Such a serious accident would cast a shadow over his political career!

He had already anticipated how his political enemies would attack him!

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Volume 1: Chapter 102, Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Might of the God of Myriad Machines!

A brief, sharp alarm sounded in all the foundries on Mount Olympus, but only for a fleeting moment was the order to withdraw. These obsolete codes began to invade every corner of Mount Olympus, from the refineries to the production lines of war machines. The malicious creations forged by ancient beings and human masters were now constantly invading every part of Mount Olympus.

The piles of ammunition depots, under the influence of overheating, destroyed the underlying ammunition storage depots under high pressure, causing the loss of a great deal of wealth for the casting general. The machines emitted a piercing scream, and those precision machines passed down from ancient times were now all destroyed due to overload.

There is no safe place here.

This is an invisible war!

To Oynomouth, these damned things were like they had their eyes on him; machines, machines, they wanted to kill him at all times!

"Redemption Guard!"

As Margo slammed a crazed machine to the ground, he used his dagger to cut off its core from its chest, and the mechanical sages scattered and fled.

General Kalbo Hal, the forging general, had no time to care about the Nukelian delegation. His guards were gathered around him, and his remaining humanity filled him with despair and anguish!

He lost all his wealth and property!

The data shield that the mechanical sages were so proud of proved useless against the invasion of chaotic obfuscation, and sparks flew from the mechanical hair on one sage after another.

And all they could do was watch as all the data they had stored turned into useless junk code!

"Great God of Machines! Is this your punishment?!"

A sage knelt on the ground and howled in agony in binary language. All his precious data had been reduced to ruins, and all his past glory had vanished into thin air!

咎△÷俬泀三∏♀＝！ "Transfer (○監≡) ：【Battle!】

At that moment, countless sages heard a faint sound within their systems. They heard the roaring roar, but it only existed in the network; in the physical universe, the gunfire continued unabated!

Darkness rose from the earth, and this power became even more substantial! Under Angron's full power, the entire Mount Olympus was shrouded in a layer of painful energy!

Angry voices echoed through countless megaphones.

Even the forging general, Calbo Hal, heard the furious roar right next to his ear!

An invisible battlefield.

Tens of millions, even hundreds of billions of Angron mass-produced machines are battling against the chaotic jumbled code in the network!

The chaotic mess of code was like a flock of sheep being herded, while the mass-produced Angron machines were like bloodthirsty hounds. A mechanical sage glanced at the battlefield through the data and was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the scene.

"The God of Myriad Machines!"

This was his last cry of anguish before he fainted!

Compared to this mortal.

Angron felt like he was about to be roasted alive!

"Varius!!!"

Angron was forced to shout.

"Use your mental power to unleash frost on my head!!!!"

Angron roared, his face flushed red.

Without the slightest hesitation, Varus unleashed psionic power from his hand, covering the surroundings in frost! Varus then saw that the frozen Butcher's Nail on Angron was still heating up!

The frost melted into water, and then turned into steam!

As countless red eyes shone from within the cave.