System AI praised him dispassionately.
"I'm very curious to know which Warp entity you serve."
The 'Witch' saw enough specific details and shrieked, charging directly forward, revealing a hateful and terrifying face, sharp horns, a purple body, and four arms.
Everything indicated that this was a demon from the Lord of Pleasure's retinue.
"Error!"
System AI's sub-system gave an error message after detection.
"nail!"
Angron shattered the ground; he wanted to kill this Witch before she could touch System AI.
But he still missed.
"Let me see… what kind of existence you truly are."
A slender, jade-like hand reached for System AI's shoulder, and a piercing sound rang out. Angron's eyes were about to split as he looked at System AI.
"nail!!!!"
Angron roared.
System AI turned his head without mercy, looking at the Chaos demon he was holding up.
"You wouldn't understand!"
Beside System AI, a taller, stronger man with vacant eyes stared at the demon.
That figure was Angron!
"I need an explanation!"
Angron ran over, looking at this antivirus software that resembled him greatly, his gaze somewhat disdainful.
"What you see now is an antivirus software."
System AI spread his hands, saying innocently.
Or rather… this is the essence of the Butcher's Nails.
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Taller, bigger, dumber.
"Roar!!!!"
The 'Witch' was grabbed and slammed to the ground, crying out in pain. Even though this was Angron's dream, it was incredibly real to her.
Angron came to System AI's side, staring blankly at the so-called antivirus software.
He tremblingly raised his hand, his face conflicted.
"Where did you get this thing from?!"
The 'Slaughter' crest sat atop the head of this so-called antivirus software, with crimson armor and a ferocious face. Angron only felt rage from this thing, endless rage. In a trance, he could sense that this was a certain aspect of himself.
"You can call him angron unit two Modified!"
"I refuse! I don't acknowledge this guy being called Angron! I am Angron!"
Angron pouted like a child, crossing his arms with a look of extreme disdain.
Indeed, System AI thought, since unit two is Angron, then let's call it…
"How about angron mass production model!"
"Shut up! You… you, you, you, you!"
Angron could not tolerate his name being used by a copy. He wanted to resist, but System AI directly started electrocuting Angron within the dream.
So much so that… "Father!!!!"
He fell to the ground, twitching and foaming at the mouth.
Gell gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. His furious roar echoed through the War Hounds' comms.
"Varys!! When will it be ready?!"
…Meanwhile, Varys and the other Librarians struggled to raise their arms. Crimson psychic energy surged forth. Amidst the indignant emotions of many brothers, the door was blasted open by psychic power, revealing a convulsing Psyker within the blasphemous ritual circle. This was the guy who had used schemes to harm their Father of the Primarchs!
Varys spat out a mouthful of blood. With the help of his brothers, he went directly to the Psyker. His thick finger pressed down on the Psyker's head, and endless rage, along with the sound of a cracking skull, declared the end of it all.
"Gell!"
Varys looked at the vile mortal lying on the ground.
"Varys! Are you finished over there?!"
Gell shouted anxiously. He and Khârn and others were tying a strip of cloth over Angron's mouth, fearing Angron might bite his tongue.
"Finished! How is my father!"
"The twitching has stopped! Damn it! Khârn! Mago! Carry the Primarch back to his room!"
Gell commanded over the comms.
"We need a major purge of the Legion! Gell! These blasphemous individuals have infiltrated the Legion. This is our fault!"
"I understand! Our father is the top priority now!"
Gell nodded heavily… Formless existences, senses, thoughts, purposes, emotions, beliefs, coupled with a bit of power from the Chaos Gods—these independently gathered things, all of this combined to form Warp demons. When a demon's host dies, this 'Witch' should have been banished back to the Warp.
But the 'Witch' did not find release.
She was trapped inside Angron's head. Black, painful flames ignited on the 'Witch's' body, her purple skin scorched to an unusually vibrant hue. The mass production model slammed the demon onto the ground. The immense power stimulated the demon's inner evil desires. Her legs wrapped around the angron mass production model's arm, and with wanton mockery, the mass production model's arm was torn off by her legs.
"You vile creatures!"
Hearing this, System AI couldn't help but snort coldly. He clapped his hands.
Large numbers of mass production models emerged from the cave. Countless Angrons, bearing the Butcher's Nails, roared, directly overwhelming the Witch and tearing her apart in the dream in the most explosive manner.
"Eat her!"
System AI picked up the flesh that had fallen to the ground and handed it to Angron. The smile on Angron's face froze. He felt that the Butcher's Nails had gone mad.
"I am not a beast! Nor am I a brute! I refuse!"
"Refusal invalid!"
If System AI could eat, it would never be Angron's turn. After all, he was just a nail. He was experimenting to see if the emotions of these demons could become a source of energy for himself.
In fact, he succeeded.
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