Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

The sound echoed over Maldogon.

"For Angron!"

......

When the first Dessias left their nest.

Carrying the packs given to them by the war dogs, along with food and water for the road, these guys still didn't abandon their dignity as slave owners before leaving the haunt.

So much so that when tens of thousands of Desias left through the gates of Maldogon, Angron, standing on the city wall, watched the long line stretch out before him.

"Prepare for battle, my brothers!"

Angron addressed the people around him.

The automatic turrets began to creak and groan as they aimed their cannons at the distance, where hot sand flew everywhere.

That was a massive army sent by Nukelia; they could no longer tolerate the rampage of these wild dogs!

"Nail, how many people are there?"

[Hundreds of thousands, Anglon II.]

Hundreds of thousands...

Anglong looked at the city behind him. They had only occupied this city for less than a week, and the other side had already reacted. In these seven days, Anglong had not closed his eyes once. At least when he was resting, Lu Heng would briefly log on.

Only Lu Heng was capable of handling these complicated official duties.

Angron didn't know whether he should be grateful or not.

"How many of us are there?"

Angron asked again.

[Including the elderly, the infirm, and the disabled, the number is 50,000.]

"Can you win?"

Anglong asked with a smile.

If we can't win, don't even think about taking me with you to the grave!

Lu Heng snorted coldly.

Angron will win, they will win.

Anglong smiled when he heard Lu Heng's words, because he knew that it was Butcher's Nail trying to comfort him.

The red sand began to tremble, and countless gladiators raised their heads. They wore helmets that had just been made yesterday, and their guns were still warm in their hands. The automatic turrets on the city wall slowly aimed into the distance. They stood here for freedom.

The remaining Desia people stared coldly at the pack of wild dogs.

It wasn't that they didn't want to go out; they just wanted to see how those wild dogs died!

"boom!"

"boom!"

A tremendous roar resounded, and countless people turned their gazes in that direction.

In the distance, those Desirians who chose to leave were blasted into the air by artillery fire. Countless Desirians cried out for mercy, trying to tell the army that they had escaped!

But the merciless shells swept across the red sand, and the smell of blood, flesh, and burnt meat quickly returned. Angron looked at everything that was happening before him with sorrowful eyes.

“SOUusUo:岓＞↑一熘！∩九鲮√〃∶≯叭崚Angron大人！

"The Deceans have rebelled!"

Vadius approached Angron, panting as he spoke. Just as he finished speaking, a violent explosion erupted from the nest.

"I'll go kill them!"

The big idiot walked over and said something.

"Alright, we should retreat now."

Angron waved his hand.

"Retreat? But..."

"Shouldn't we..."

Vadius looked at Angron in surprise, not understanding why Angron would back down.

We only need to finish this battle.

"The sky will help us!"

Anglong pointed to the sky, then left the city wall. He didn't know what it meant, though, because Lu Heng had told him!

As for why we're only leaving now...

Even within a noble ranks, there will always be dark scum. Angron, how can you believe our ranks are entirely immaculate?

Although Anglong wanted to question it, the moment Lu Heng bombarded his head with data, he knew...

There are some things that are simply beyond his control.

P.S.: Will there be any votes for the first update?!

Book 1: Chapter 11 Oedipus!

The southern jungles of Nukaria are a no-go zone in Nukaria.

Here, vegetation grows in abundance, and the goat-headed orcs are a product of this place. But these are not the most dangerous. Giant beetles can easily tear through the armor of a high knight, and the living thorn network can use toxins to lure every wounded creature into the cavity of a carnivorous flower.

And... this is a breeding ground for chaos.

Corruption is everywhere, chaos is everywhere.

On the outskirts of the Southern Seven Jungle, gladiators had already begun to set up camp. The distant roar of cannons made everyone curious about who was fighting against the slave owner's army.

Only Anglong knew that whenever Lu Heng did something, his head would always get warm.

Although he didn't have a fever, Angron could feel the temperature of the nails.

very warm.

Tone down your smell.

Lu Heng was operating the automatic turret to defend against the attacking slave owners' troops when he suddenly noticed that Anglong was lost in thought.

Deciphering bioelectric signals is extremely complex, and Lu Heng had no intention of prying into other people's minds.

But he felt that Angron had definitely not thought things through at this moment.

Can you read minds?

No, I just sensed something strange was happening based on your disordered bioelectronic signals.

"How's the battle going?"

[It's not going smoothly at all; those mechs are really difficult to operate!]

Lu Heng has now finally grasped part of the abilities that Anglong has figured out.

It is possible to absorb Angron's emotions and convert them into electronic signals and data, which can be used to hack into electronic devices. Furthermore, these substances can be used to convert into bioelectrical signals to attack the brain nerves of some individuals...

What puzzled Lu Heng slightly was that each emotion he absorbed from Angron had a different effect. The painful black emotion was more for invading electronic devices and defense, while the angry red emotion was more for invading the human body and damaging its nerves!

Soon, the gunfire from the Maldogon side ceased to be heard in Anqigron, and the slave owners' army had entered the eight cities of Maldogon.

Angron turned his gaze to the high knights bound to the ground behind him and the two or three gladiators. Oynormouth and the others surrounded them, the flickering light of the torches illuminating everyone's faces.

Oynormouth gripped his great axe, his expression sorrowful. Anglon walked over and took his hand. He could feel the pain in Oynormouth's heart, and he absorbed that pain.

“Eujnomouth, this is betrayal.”

“I know they were good people too.”

Eunouch spoke with great melancholy. They had escaped from the cave together and rebelled against the slave owners, but some of them had betrayed their faith, which was a blow to Eunouch.

"My brothers and sisters!"

Angron looked around. The faces of men and women were covered in red paint. This tattooing was an ancient custom of the Oynormouth tribe, and as the last of the tribe, Angron wanted to continue this custom.

"Betrayal is shameful. They didn't betray us, they betrayed their own yearning for freedom!"

"Hughes! Tell me! Why did you betray us!"

Angron shouted, his bare chest trembling with rage as he stared at his former comrade-in-arms!

“Angron..…”

“You are not Angron! You have been driven into a dreadlock! You must be a madman! Everyone who has been driven into a dreadlock becomes a madman! Angron! You will lead us to destruction! You…”

Eunouch couldn't listen anymore; he lunged forward and grabbed Hughes by the collar.

"Father."

A soft sound rang out, and Angron moved his mouth, his face filled with sorrow, for he could sense the emotions of the people around him—fear, suspicion, and reverence.

"Why can't I be the special one, Hughes!"

Anglon waved his hand, and Oynormouth dropped it to the ground.

"Traitors deserve only death!"

I feel like I'm no different from those slave owners now.

Angron thought to himself.

[Hey, sentimental big boy, the world is led by a minority, and leaders are mostly lonely. An air strike is coming in a minute. If you want to cry, I suggest you start crying now.]

"You still say you can't read minds."

Angron gave a soft snort and waved his hand down.

Without a scream, the soldiers fell to the ground, their heads meeting a final, painful end.

At that very moment, a massive beam of light descended from the sky and crashed directly into the city of Maldogon.

"attack!"

Angron roared!

......

The satellite that Lu Heng invaded, a product of the era of strife, still retained the energy of a luminous spear after thousands of years of operation, which became the only means they could use to destroy the slave-owning army.

Otherwise, do you really think Lu Heng would let Anglong lead these 50,000 men to fight against the 7th Division, which has hundreds of thousands of men? ＞(⊥◆

These people are the core of their future rebuilding of Nukelia.

This battle was neither glorious nor skillful.

Angron watched as the gladiators used ropes to pull open the gates of Namaldogon.

The corpses that poured out with a whoosh emitted a faint smell of roasted meat. These slave-owning soldiers were all charred, even the high-ranking knights, whose flesh and blood were fused together with the high temperature and molten iron. The gold and silver treasures that some of them had plundered from the city were now permanently embedded in them.

"vomit!"

Several gladiators were disgusted by the scene before them, but most of them remained steadfast and began to clean up the corpses.

"Da da da."

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

Angron saw a figure emerge from the hive. The person's face was bloody, but his expression was distorted, and half of his face was burned and mangled by the intense heat!

Under the watchful eyes of the war dogs, he approached the corpses of the slave owners' army.

He took his power sword and began hacking wildly at the bodies of those who had been dead for a long time.

"what!!!!!"

He let out a beastly roar.

"Looks like this guy got pretty badly wrecked by those bastards."

Oynormouth looked at Anglon.

Angron took the blanket from Eunochor and went to the young high knight.

"Want revenge?"

"miss you!"