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Chapter 61 is practically like stuffing an R18G Fury doujinshi into a list of must-read books for te

Chapter 62 is practically like stuffing an R18G Fury doujinshi into a list of must-read books for teenagers.

The Butcher's Nail is a relic from a dark age of technology.

In Nukelia, Angron's homeland, slave owners would implant this vicious device into the heads of gladiators to deprive them of any normal emotions other than anger, and to cause extreme pain to the touch, breathing, and even thinking of anything else.

Akhan Rand, the great sage of the Mechanicus and the namer of a series of vehicles including the Rand Raider, told the Emperor that he had seen a similar device in the Iksachion crypts on Mars, except that the blasphemous machine called the "Heartbreaker" was cruder than the Butcher's Nail.

But there are clearly some doubts here.

First of all, the Dark Age of Technology is also known as the Golden Age. In that incredibly glorious period of human civilization, why would they use the most advanced science and technology—after all, even emperors could not fully analyze it—just to develop a torture device that had almost no other use besides torture?

It's not even capable of torturing humans. Even the Primarchs of Angron couldn't withstand it, and the mortality rate of Astartes warriors transplanted with the unmodified version was close to 100%. Installing this thing on humans might not even be as effective as the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

It might be possible if it were something like the monstrous Dark Eldar, but this is purely human technology, a fact confirmed by Rand and the Emperor.

Human beings may be capable of all sorts of ruthless feats, but humanity as a whole would certainly not allow such inefficient and meaningless things to be promoted, much less stuff them into the STC and teach them to all human colonies. Even the Ixachion cellars have specially preserved this thing.

It's like stuffing an R18G Fury doujinshi into a list of must-read books for teenagers.

Is this reasonable?

Furthermore, it's strange that Rand mentions the "prototype" in the Ixachion cellar is cruder than the Butcher's Nail.

As we all know, Mars was once the center of human technological civilization, so why would a crude, unfinished product be preserved in its top-secret vault?

Nukelia was merely a slave colony. Even if their indigenous technology was highly advanced, could they really "improve" the relics of the Dark Ages?

The best explanation is...

Perhaps what Rand saw was just a component, or perhaps it needed to work in conjunction with other parts.

Just like the battery that is removed separately from a Samsung phone, it would be seen by some primitive people as just a small, crudely packaged bomb.

But this so-called "butcher's nail" should have some unknown real purpose.

"They really are... stubbornly persistent."

Angron let out a helpless sigh, and then the Primarch appeared before him at a speed that was almost teleportation for the Astartes, and swung his blood-red fist.

"Can't you see the truth even now?"

Wow, that was fast.

but..

It seems to have slowed down again!

To be precise, it wasn't that Anglong's speed decreased, but rather that Sun Qian clearly felt his reflexes had improved compared to before.

Although at the same time, there was also that meaningless value that was increased.

(95/100)

However, Sun Qian was finally able to see Anglong's movements clearly this time. He used all his muscles to turn sideways at the last second and barely dodged the punch.

"I've seen the truth, that's why I won't agree to your request!"

Then he bent his legs and aimed at the Butcher's Spike on Angron's head.

If we can stumble upon that place...

But just as Sun Qian was about to jump, he suddenly heard a cracking sound from the servo motor in the power backpack behind him.

Why would it malfunction at this time? That's incredibly unlucky; this isn't an accident!

Without the aid of the electronic muscle fiber bundles, Sun Qian's power armor instantly became a heavy shackle, preventing him from jumping as he wished. Moreover, even if he could see the movement clearly, he had no ability to dodge Angron's next kick.

boom! !

Anglong kicked Sun Qian away, sending him rolling around for what seemed like more than a dozen times before finally stopping. Just as Sun Qian was about to get up, he felt a heavy pressure coming from his back.

It was like being trampled by a warhound-class Titan!

"You didn't understand what I meant. The fact I'm trying to make you realize is that you haven't yet discovered who has been doing you a favor all along."

Sun Qian could clearly hear the crisp cracking sound of his body being crushed by this terrifying force.

"Didn't you ever wonder why, after you captured a Glory Queen-class battleship, all its systems were still functioning properly, allowing it to make a successful forced landing?"

The first to be scrapped was the ceramic steel powered armor, which had already lost its power.

"Haven't you ever wondered why you, without any training, were able to establish a mental connection with an Emperor-class Titan without your brain being burned out on the spot?"

Then there are the plate-like ribs unique to Space Marines, which, despite being reinforced bones that could withstand bullets, crumbled under the pressure.

"Haven't you ever wondered why I, who could have easily killed you from the very beginning, have tolerated your rudeness and stupidity until now?"

""

Next came the most important part: the spine. After a pleasant cracking sound, Sun Qian lost all sensation in his body.

"This is all thanks to the blessings bestowed upon you by my great and wise father!"

Clearly, the father he is referring to here is not the emperor.

It seems that Sun Qian's guess was correct.

Even if Butcher's Nail may possess a primal self, for it to become an independent and complete consciousness, and even fully control Angron's body, it must have been due to the intervention of some powerful force.

Logically, his ability to incite bloodlust aligns with Khorson's, and the fact that he can inflict torture also meets the criteria for attracting Slaanesh's attention. However, it is clear that both of these Chaos Gods were very unhappy with his birth.

However, there is still one.

That is a demigod of inventors, engineers, scientists, and craftsmen, a vicious embodiment of technology with no moral bottom line.

The Creator, Vashtor.

After crippling Sun Qian, Anglong grabbed his head and lifted him up like a chicken.

"I see... That makes sense now."

However, facing Angron, who was right in front of him, and his body that was paralyzed and unable to fight, Sun Qian suddenly realized something.

"Oh? You've finally figured it out?"

"No, there are still some details I haven't figured out yet."

At this moment, Sun Qian's eyes held curiosity, contemplation, and confusion...

There was no fear.

"Logically speaking, as a demigod, Wa Banxian shouldn't have the ability to directly interfere with the real world... Did he obtain some kind of amazing little tool? And he actually dared to openly attempt to ascend to godhood, which means he judged that the Four Chaos Gods were too busy to care about him... Is there some problem within the Four Chaos Gods?"

Upon hearing Sun Qian's words, Anglong clearly showed some surprise.

"No wonder Father values ​​you so much. Don't worry, I'll install the sacred object for you when we get back, so you can also hear Father's voice."

"Then forget it. Installing these damn nails requires shaving your head, right? It's a shame I want to keep my hair as long as possible. You know, once the Son of Horus goes bald, it's not easy for it to grow back."

Sun Qian merely revealed a contemptuous smile, and his smile quickly became more unrestrained and arrogant.

Angron frowned slightly, just as he was about to say something, whoosh!

Sun Qian's right hand swiftly swung towards Anglong.

Anglong was indeed somewhat surprised at first, because he should have broken Sun Qian's spine, rendering him paralyzed from the neck down and completely unable to move.

But even if he could move, it wouldn't matter. With the power armor already destroyed by "Father's" power, swinging a broken arm would only cause him more pain.

In fact, Angron could even hear the sound of the shattered bones in the arm shifting and cutting through muscle fibers. Something was wrong.

When Angron suddenly realized that this was the sound of the electron fiber bundle being torn apart, or rather, snapped, it was too late.

Bang!

Sun Qian's right arm armor exploded completely, and the electronic fiber bundles inside scattered everywhere.

A massive demonic claw, nearly twice its original size, was already reaching for Angron's head.

(100/100)

"Anyway, after I kill you, I'll have plenty of time to dissect you and investigate you at my leisure!"