This time, Angron slept for a very long time.
At least half a month, which proved just how formidable Nuceria's black technology truly was.
Although this also made System AI quite critical—a Primarch could be knocked out by an anesthetic—while grumbling, System AI still led people to clean up the battlefield after it was over, and the spoils of war this time were extremely rich.
Ten automatic cannons, unknown model.
Dozens of vehicles, and nearly a hundred High Knights, these dogs of the Slave Masters. System AI did not kill them, but he also didn't give them a good look. As for other miscellaneous items, they were countless.
After returning to the camp, System AI began to examine Angron's memories.
In fact, just as Angron was constantly analyzing the Butcher's Nails, System AI was also analyzing Angron. At this moment, System AI discovered something: Angron's living environment was extremely pure—blood and red sand, jailers and slaves, masters and spectators, nothing else!
Within this pure environment, Angron could still absorb people's emotions, feeling their joys, angers, sorrows, and delights.
And Eunomous was like a father figure, taking care of Angron!
Actually, Angron had no goals or direction. In his eyes, the most important thing was nothing more than the brotherhood among Gladiators.
This simply… opened System AI's eyes!
The tent flap was pulled open.
Eunomous walked in. He saw Angron, eyes rolled back, writing and drawing something.
He hesitated for a long time before sitting opposite Angron.
"You're not him, are you!"
Eunomous posed his question.
System AI looked up at Eunomous. After a moment, he nodded slightly. Eunomous, seeing Angron in this state, couldn't help but nod.
"Are you the nail?"
Eunomous asked cautiously. At this moment, he was seeking the answer he desired. After all, the difference in Angron now compared to before he had the nail was too great… Eunomous was overly familiar with that slaughterhouse. Those rebellious Gladiators were undoubtedly all given the nail and turned into madmen. Those desians were a bunch of madmen, scum. They would not let themselves fall into desperation. In their eyes, Gladiators were their captive wild dogs, and the so-called High Knights were merely house dogs.
So Eunomous believed they wouldn't be so kind as to give Angron some machine spirit auxiliary device. It was either the nail coming to life, or something else, like the legendary creatures living in another dimension—demons!
Thinking of this, Eunomous shook his head; those were just creatures of legend!
Then Eunomous heard a voice enter his head.
[Please call me Butcher's Nails!]
The current stimulated Eunomous's nerves. He looked up in surprise. To be honest, this feeling was not pleasant, but his dazed expression made System AI laugh heartily.
Damn it! Why hadn't he found Angron's language nerve yet!
Eunomous watched Angron's body constantly twitching, which made him somewhat silent. In the dead silence, he chose to speak.
"What do you want."
[Freedom!]
"Freedom?"
Eunomous's eyes widened. He actually heard the word "freedom" from System AI's mouth. How could you be free? By sticking it into every head?
[Freedom for Nuceria!]
Eunomous's body trembled slightly. This was not because he was excited by what System AI said, but because he was being electrocuted.
"Can we trust you?"
There were deep concerns in Eunomous's eyes. He stared at Angron's expression, but he failed, because Angron was either rolling his eyes or his mouth was constantly twitching. Angron... no, the Butcher's Nails was smiling.
[Yes, and I don't have time to tell you these things, I'm very busy...]
System AI chose to send him off, and the moment Eunomous walked out of the tent in a daze, he still couldn't believe it—a Butcher's Nails had actually come to life!
"How is Brother Angron?"
Eunomous lowered his eyes. It was Yochuka.
"He's fine."
Eunomous chose to hide this secret for Angron. After all, right now Angron wasn't insane, but a neurotic who might have schizophrenia. Compared to telling everyone that the nail in Angron's head had come to life, he felt it would be better to say that Angron experienced some hallucinations after being given the nail.
After all, their situation was very difficult right now.
"What are you doing here?"
Eunomous asked Yochuka.
"Brother Angron said he would teach me how to manage things."
Upon hearing this, Eunomous couldn't help but feel that this sentient nail was somewhat of a scumbag. This was just a child.
"Brother Angron also said that none of you are literate."
Nonsense!
Eunomous thought to himself, am I not literate?
"But Master Eunomous, you do look a bit old now!"
Eunomous looked at Yochuka. He knew that what this child said must have been taught by that nail, but even so, Eunomous personally led Yochuka into the tent.
"Work hard!"
Eunomous left with these words.
Night.
When Angron opened his eyes, he rubbed the Butcher's Nails on his head. He was still in the scene where he was shot by the Black Sprout's anesthetic, but soon he realized he was back.
The familiar tent and the very familiar mountain of documents. Angron was very curious where the Butcher's Nails had found these parchments.
[Awake?]
System AI asked grumpily.
"Not bad, feels like I had a good sleep."
Angron replied directly.
[Awake? Then let's figure out which city to attack next?]
Attack a city? How long had he been asleep?
[Eunomous contacted ten tribes while you were asleep, and he also turned about a hundred High Knights. Of course, I don't trust them, so I put explosive collars around their necks.]
[Also, Angron, I have a premonition that your biological father might be arriving soon.]
"My father?"
Angron was very curious about System AI mentioning his father. This time, he chose to ask.
"What kind of person is my father?"
[Your father? He is the Emperor of the Imperium of Man, the strongest Psyker of humanity, a stubborn madman, and most importantly, he is a wise and mighty idiot!]
Angron heard System AI's words and couldn't help but feel a headache.
"You… are you really the Butcher's Nails?"
[angron unit two! I am your pilot! Now quickly figure out which city we should attack!]