In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 185: When the Butcher’s Nails Lost Angron (Bonus)

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Chapter 185: Chapter 185: When the Butcher’s Nails Lost Angron (Bonus)

This is the bonus Chapter for reaching 900 Powerstones.

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High above in orbit aboard his warship, Sanguinius’s vision pierced through the smoke of war, vaguely making out the colossal figure standing tall on the battlefield.

Angron charged right to the foot of the Titan.

His daemonsword, Samni’arius, slashed against the Titan’s leg. Sparks flew, and the collision between the blade and the armor let out a ringing tremor.

With Angron’s sheer strength combined with the might of this daemonsword, it would have been enough to effortlessly cleave apart smaller-scale Titans. However, under the invincibility buff of Zeke’s Ender Dragon, Angron’s entire arm was thrown backward, and the daemonsword was deflected completely harmlessly.

Zeke raised the Titan’s left foot and stomped down. The sound of the wind shifted from a low hum to an ear-piercing shriek.

Angron looked up at the descending giant foot of the Titan, the oppressive weight making it feel as if the entire sky was crashing down.

Angron raised both hands above his head, vainly attempting to hold back the descending steel.

The moment his palms touched the sole of the Titan’s foot, Angron’s feet sank right into the ground with a whoosh, buried up to his calves.

Every single muscle in his body groaned. Blood vessels burst, and fresh blood seeped out, dyeing his already blood-stained body an even deeper crimson.

Refusing to yield, Angron raised his head. He howled at the sky, calling out to that crimson figure in the void, praying for Khorne to grant him more power.

That crimson figure in the void was currently watching Zeke with great interest, and casually tossed a blessing onto Zeke instead. (TL/N: Ayo... WTF?)

Young man, I have high hopes for you.

Zeke looked down at Angron, who was forcibly holding up the Titan’s foot with his bare hands. The feedback from beneath his foot told him that this stomp just couldn’t quite press all the way down.

Zeke reached to his waist, pulled out a Poké Ball, and released the Machine Spirit.

Zeke had already discovered the effects of the Machine Spirit’s possession during his previous stint with the Leman Russ tank.

It could make a scrapped tank run again instantly, allow a dying machine to erupt with power beyond its limits, and, to a certain extent, ignore the laws of physics to perform some unbelievable, beyond-spec actions.

Zeke had the Machine Spirit use ’Possess’ on the Titan.

Swapping into a new body, the Machine Spirit was a bit unaccustomed at first, but quickly got into the zone.

Zeke felt a wave of scorching heat radiating from deep within the cockpit. The Titan’s body began to run scalding hot. The armor shifted from a cold steel gray to dark red, and then to bright orange, like a block of iron thrown into a blazing forge.

Toll the Great Bell Once! Push the lever, engage the piston and pump.

Angron let out a miserable shriek. His hands gradually bent and deformed, unable to withstand the Titan’s power.

Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life.

The Titan was cheering with joy; its power was rapidly climbing upwards.

Angron felt the pain, but it wasn’t from the damage Zeke was inflicting on him; it was from the Butcher’s Nails in his head.

The Butcher’s Nails continuously hammered, hammered, and hammered away inside his brain, urging the "useless" Angron to push harder.

Reason was drowned by boiling anger and agony. Angron, driven mad with rage, continuously bombarded the Titan’s foot with his fists like a pile driver, trying to forcibly beat the giant foot back up.

"Machine Spirit, give it everything you’ve got!" Zeke shouted.

Answering him was the Machine Spirit’s excited cheer, along with the mournful wail of the Ender Dragon.

Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines.

With a thunderous boom, Angron’s arms could no longer hold out. His arm bones pierced through the skin at his elbows, and the Titan’s foot completely crushed him into the dirt.

Immediately afterward, the earth split open.

Fissures spread outward in all directions from the Titan’s foothold. The cracks were bottomless. Among the hurriedly retreating Dark Angels warriors, a few who were too close were thrown straight to the ground by the shockwave.

Angron’s furious roaring finally ceased.

Blood pooled out. Zeke lifted the Titan’s foot and looked down.

Angron lay flat on his back on the ground. The immense kinetic force had directly shattered his entire face, and his wings were folded and mangled. His regenerative abilities were taking effect. Angron hissed and roared, pointing one finger at the Titan, his mangled, bloody lips still muttering:

"Blood for the Blood God. Skulls for the Skull Throne."

"Kill! Maim! Burn!"

Angron, you bastard... even after being reduced to this state, you still won’t give up?

Zeke looked at Angron’s health bar, which still had slightly less than half remaining, and took a step back.

The four main cannons mounted on the Titan, under the cooperative control of the Machine Spirit, simultaneously aimed squarely at Angron.

"Fire."

The Plasma Annihilator, the Hellstorm Cannon, and the other colossal weapons mounted on its arms opened fire simultaneously.

The volley played out like the thunderous beating of drums. In a daze, Zeke felt his own head endlessly ringing amidst the boundless, deafening roar, as if his skull were a war drum as well.

The blinding light spewing from the muzzles engulfed the crater, engulfed Angron, and engulfed everything.

The earth was scorched under the extreme heat. The surface dirt melted into a glassy, black crust, only to be evaporated into gas by the subsequent artillery fire.

It was only because Zeke’s Ender Dragon Titan didn’t have to worry about its health bar that he dared to use such terrifying weapons at such close range. Otherwise, he would have blown himself to smithereens along with his target.

When the energy of the final shell was exhausted, Zeke activated the Titan’s thrusters. The resulting wind blew away the thick black smoke produced by the combustion.

As the black smoke cleared, Angron had been reduced to a lump of charred carbon.

"Go, Poké Ball!"

Looking at Angron, who was hanging by his last breath, Zeke stepped out of the Titan and tossed the Poké Ball downward.

The Poké Ball landed next to Angron and bounced open. The red light enveloped that mangled body of Angron.

Angron stayed inside for less than half a second before directly smashing his way out. He immediately charged toward Zeke like a madman, roaring as he drew his blade to hack at Zeke’s neck.

Zeke wasn’t about to be taken down by a dying fallen Primarch. Controlling the distance perfectly, he pulled out the Emperor’s Sword.

The Emperor’s Sword cleanly severed both of Angron’s legs, instantly stripping him of his mobility.

Even with the wounds healing at a rapid pace, growing back two legs would take at least an hour.

Even after being cut in half, Angron’s upper torso was still taller than Zeke standing up.

Looking closely, Angron’s bald head was covered in cables that looked like dreadlocks.

These cables were firmly anchored deep within his brain, drilling in through his temples and extending along the inner lining of his skull.

These were the Butcher’s Nails, a cruel instrument of enslavement and torture that would endlessly magnify the bearer’s rage and bring them agony.

Once implanted with the Butcher’s Nails, no matter how noble a person’s character was, they would be reduced to a mindless killing machine under the daily, relentless wash of torment.

Angron used to be a gentle soul who had the ability to feel and absorb the pain of others.

On the planet he fell to, he frequently used this ability to soothe his fellow slave companions.

It was the Butcher’s Nails that altered Angron’s original life trajectory, dragging him into a bottomless abyss.

It’s worth noting that even the Emperor couldn’t remove the Butcher’s Nails without killing Angron.

Zeke stared at those cables, his gaze focused and intense.

Just because the Emperor had no way, didn’t mean he didn’t.

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