I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 271 The First Primarch Figurine

"Something's wrong? What's wrong?"

Li Nuo asked questions as he traveled.

The beast replied:

"A seemingly powerful shrimp stopped Anglong. The shrimp was pulling out the nail from Anglong's forehead. I don't know what Anglong was thinking, why would he install such a long nail in his forehead? It's almost ten centimeters out, and it's still not finished."

The nail on Angron's head probably refers to the Butcher's Nail.

As a Cloud Hammer user, Li Nuo has some understanding of this aspect.

It is said that Angron has the least impressive upbringing of all the Primarchs, and is full of contradictions.

According to legend, after the birth capsule landed, Angron encountered Black Sprout and defeated him by tearing him apart with his bare hands, demonstrating his extraordinary combat power.

Soon, however, Angron was captured by the slave owners of Nukelia and became a slave in the arena, where he made a living by playing matches all day long.

This is very strange.

The Nukelia slave owner's fighting power is actually stronger than Bit Cat's Black Sprout.

Is this reasonable? !
Even more strangely, when Angron rebelled against the slave owners, his combat performance was greatly reduced, at best he was just a super minion after the high ground defense towers fell.

Based on these experiences, Angron can be considered the weakest Primarch.

but!

When the Emperor forcibly brought Angron to the ship, Angron, in a fit of rage, killed several company commanders of the Imperial Guard and the War Dog Legion, his combat power instantly transforming, as if he had become a different person.

This is very strange.

How could Angron, who couldn't even defeat the slave owners of Nukelia, suddenly be able to take down the Imperial Guard?
Could it be that those slave owners are more powerful than the Imperial Guard?

One content creator who enjoys analyzing storylines said that the reason for this is related to the Butcher's Sting on Angron's forehead.

The more pain one experiences, the angrier one becomes.

The more desperate the situation, the greater the enhancement of Butcher's Sting, and the more powerful Angron becomes.

When an ordinary person's pain index reaches 100, they may die from the excruciating pain.

However, as the Primarch, Angron's pain tolerance is far greater than that of ordinary people, possibly reaching tens of thousands of times. Therefore, the Butcher's Nail's enhancement to him is beyond imagination.

The Butcher's Nail weakened Angron, but the slave owners didn't inflict enough pain on him, so Angron's strength first decreased and then increased, but not by much, making him weaker than before the Butcher's Nail was implanted.

When the Emperor forcibly took Angron away, leaving his companions to die on the planet's surface, Angron endured unimaginable suffering, which made him exceptionally powerful.

In a sense, Angron is truly a born masochist.

Li Nuo steadied himself and reminded him over the communication channel:

“Beast, Angron may be cowardly, but he is still a Primarch. He can tear Golden Corn apart with his bare hands. Stay away from the battlefield and don’t get caught in the fighting.”

"Alright, boss. But the problem is, no battle has broken out. That newbie who just appeared is really awesome; he used psionic energy to freeze everyone in place."

The beast's voice sounded gleeful, as if it were thoroughly enjoying the show.

Li Nuo raised an eyebrow; the suddenly appearing psychic was most likely Luo Jia.

After reuniting with the wild beast, Li Nuo used binoculars to observe the situation three kilometers away.

He was right. Loka had single-handedly defeated Angron's guards and the Eight Devourers, and was currently torturing Angron.

Angron was frozen in place by psionic energy, veins bulging on his forehead, as the Butcher's Nail was slowly pulled out by telekinesis.

The eight warriors of the Devourer Legion surrounding them were furious, but they were unable to move and could only watch helplessly as their Primarch was humiliated.

Li Nuo arrived at just the right time; the Butcher's Nail was about to be completely removed.

With a sticky, wet sliding sound, the Butcher's Nail, a full twenty centimeters long, detached from Angron's head, its end still dangling some red and white stuff, making one want to vomit.

Angron was in so much pain that he almost fainted.

Loka, however, used his telekinesis to hold the Butcher's Nail and lightly taunted:
“Angron, I’ve heard that most of your fighting power comes from this nail. Without it, you’re the weakest among us. Come on, prove me wrong. If you can break through my psionic shield, I’ll spare your offspring.”

Loka casually tossed the Butcher's Spike to the ground and released Angron.

The World Eater Primarch fell to the ground and struggled several times but could not get up.

"Get up, Angron, attack my psionic shield." Loka hooked Angron with his toe, causing him to lie on his back on the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang." Loka slammed his heel into Angron's chest, then crushed his cheek with the sole of his foot:
"Get up, you piece of trash! Without the nails, you've lost all your fighting spirit? Well, there's nothing I can do about it. My lord has no need for trash. I'm counting down five seconds. If you don't stand up and fight, I'll kill you and all your offspring."

Loka curled his lips in a mocking smile:
"Five, four..."

"Crack, crack, crack." Angron gripped the ground with his fingers, trying to stand up, but was held firmly in place by Loka's feet and telekinesis.

"three two…"

The countdown continues.

The Eighth Company of Devourer was consumed by rage, and the warriors roared from their throats.

Company Commander Kahn, his face flushed and hair standing on end, pulled the trigger with all his might.

"one."

"boom!"

The heavy bomb gun spewed flames, and the explosive bullets exploded in sparks against Loka's psionic shield.

"Damn scum, your opponent is me!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang——"

Kahn strode forward, firing all his explosive bullets in one go, and drew his chainsaw sword from his waist as he charged forward.

The soldiers of the Eighth Company broke free from the psychic powers one after another, and without hesitation raised their guns to fire and charged forward with their swords.

"Move your foot away!"

"The World Devourer never admits defeat!"

The Eighth Company swarmed forward, unleashing hundreds of explosive guns at Loga.

The psionic shield fluctuated violently, yet remained as stable as ever.

Loka stepped on Angron on the ground, opened his arms upwards, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh——————"

Countless sharp spikes shot out of the ground, nailed to the terracotta boots, pierced the chests of the Eighth Company soldiers, and hung them in mid-air.

Within a mere second, most of the Eighth Company soldiers on the scene were killed or wounded, with only a few escaping the attack from the ground.

Kahn rushed to Loka's side first, his chainsaw sword roaring as the serrated chain sliced ​​rapidly through the psionic shield.
"Scum, release the Primarch! Why did you betray the Empire?!"

Kahn was furious, shouting angrily and brandishing his sword wildly.

Loka flipped his hands, palms facing the oncoming Eight Legion warriors and Kahn, and bright lightning burst forth.

"Crack!"

A violent net of lightning instantly enveloped the soldiers of the Eighth Company, burning through the insulation layer of their terracotta armor, with black smoke and electric sparks erupting from the armor at the same time.

"Crack!"

Another large area of ​​electric grid exploded, and all the Eighth Company soldiers except for Kahn were melted into molten iron.

"No! Loga! Why did you do this?!"

Kahn glared angrily, roared wildly, and swung his red-hot chainsaw sword with ruthless force.

In that instant, a brutal and fierce gaze was cast upon us from the subspace dimension.

That gaze was filled with strange red psionic energy fluctuations.

It traversed the interlayers between several dimensions, acting on Kahn and his weapons.

Kahn was engrossed in his anger and didn't notice the change.

Kroka's expression changed drastically, and he retreated as if facing a ferocious beast, awkwardly avoiding Kahn's full-force attack.

"Bang! Rumble!" The chainsaw sword flashed red light as it struck the ground, carving a trench several meters deep into the earth.

Fortunately, while dodging, Loka used telekinesis to move Angron along with him; otherwise, Angron might have become the first Primarch to die at the hands of his offspring.

Kahn was unaware that he had almost accidentally killed the Primarch; he was only focused on chasing Loka.

His melee weapon underwent a transformation with each attack, the crimson psionic light reshaping the chainsaw sword from the outside in.

Loga recovered from his shock, stared at Kahn's weapon, and nodded slightly:
"It seems that my lord has chosen you, rather than this coward in my hands."

Loka looked at Angron in his hand, his gaze lingering on the other's pained and furious eyes:
“I once said I would help you get rid of the pain caused by the nails. I did. I didn’t expect anything in return, but since Kahn is so outstanding, he should come with me.”

Loka expanded his psionic shield, sending Kahn flying.

Kahn, who was flying in mid-air, tried to adjust his center of gravity, but was locked in place by telekinesis and forcibly fixed in the air.

Loga threw Angron to the ground, grabbed Kahn from a distance, and made a circle in the air with his other hand.

A portal radiating psionic light opened, and Loka led Kahn through it before the portal closed.

Angron lay on the ground, his fingers trembling slightly. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't move.

Although removing the butcher's nail did not kill him, it permanently destroyed a part of his nervous system.

Simply put, it's hemiplegia, specifically the kind where there's no sensation below the neck.

"Ugh."

Angron heard a sigh.

Two green-skinned figures lifted their invisibility cloaks and appeared beside him.

One of the figures crouched down, peering at himself through the observation slit in his helmet:

"How can a Primarch cry like this? Look at you, what Primarch cries with his whole face covered in tears like you?"

Another figure braced himself on his knees and bent over:
"Boss, I feel like he's in a lot of pain."

“You carry him on your back, let’s go back to the ship first.”

Li Nuo injected Angron with an anesthetic and then activated the sealing spell, preparing to transfer Angron along with his warp essence into the Web Path.

A system message popped up.

You are about to cast a sealing spell on "Angron".

[Start calculating the consumption of sealing yeast.]

【...】

The final consumption was 5.2 million tons of sealed yeast.

Current inventory: 10.1 billion tons.

[Confirm activation of the sealing technique?]

Previously, when Li Nuo was watching Loka ravage the World Devourer Eight Legions, he tried to use a sealing technique on Loka and unexpectedly discovered that the opponent's consumption had increased from 8.1 million to 12 billion.

Li Nuo was also unsure what was going on.

But it's alright, sealing Angron is still not a problem.

"Sealing technique confirmed."

Li Nuo silently recited in his heart.

A faint psionic energy fluctuation emanated from Angron's body.

His warp essence is being drawn out of the warp by the sealing technique and integrated into his body.

A progress bar appeared in Li Nuo's field of vision:

[Sealing progress: 1%]

[Do not enter areas that can isolate subspace, such as the Geller force field, reality bubble, or network tunnel, before the progress reaches 100%, otherwise the seal will fail.]

[Failed sealing will not result in a refund of the consumed sealing yeast.]

The sealing progress bar is increasing at a moderate pace, roughly 1% per minute.

The beast transferred Angron onto its back.

Li Nuo possessed the body of Big Black Fang and controlled the fleet to come and guide them.

The previous orbital bombardment had infuriated Ulgri, and the Chaos Beast King was currently commanding his escort fleet to pursue Black Fang's fleet.

It took Li Nuo a lot of effort to finally get a stealth fighter jet to come and meet him from the ship.

But just as he and the beast stepped into the fighter jet, a portal suddenly opened behind them.

Li Nuo glanced back, and without saying a word pushed the beast into the cabin, then used a shock spell to launch the Kada fighter jet into the sky.

"Huh? Your reaction speed is pretty fast." Luo Jia stepped out of the portal and exclaimed softly.

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, preparing to crush the kata fighter jet with his telekinesis.

Li Nuo extended both hands simultaneously, palms facing the ground beneath Luo Jia's feet, and clenched his fists forcefully.

The clods of earth were bound into a cage by the vibration spell, rising from the ground to completely cover Loka, and then quickly contracting inward.

The Kada fighter jet took the opportunity to slip away, leaving Li Nuo to face the Loka alone, which possessed at least Alpha-level capabilities.

Lightning exploded, the earthen cage shattered, and rubble flew everywhere.

Loka's figure appeared.

He glanced at the shuttle, now reduced to a tiny dot, then his gaze shifted downwards, landing on the orc in front of him:
"Interesting. You're clearly not a psionic kid, yet you can use psionic powers. Let me guess, you wouldn't happen to be an agent of the Cult, would you?"

Secret Agent?

Okay, okay, whatever you say goes.

Li Nuo's deep, muffled voice came from his bucket-like helmet:
"I'm a secret agent of the Cult of Secrets. What? You want to have a go at me?"

When using his bacterial abilities, Li Nuo would aim at himself and launch a headshot attack, but he wouldn't actually crush his own head, thus disguising the psionic fluctuations.

This ensures that the bacteria's ability to survive is not exposed.

Since Logan claimed to be a secret agent of the cult, Li Nuo decided to continue the charade:

“Our elder said that you have no use for that piece of trash Angron, so we might as well take him with us. If you’re unhappy, go talk to our elder yourself. Is there anything else? If not, I’m leaving.”

Very arrogant and assertive; this is what it feels like to have a cult elder backing you up.

“You can’t leave. I happen to want to see your elder. Take me to him.” Loka raised his hand and released a bolt of lightning.

The lightning forked halfway through its path, splitting into two, then four, then eight, eventually transforming into an electric net that rushed towards Li Nuo, sealing off the space within dozens of meters around him.

Li Nuo glanced around, secretly alarmed.

The raging lightning was bound by Loka into a tough "lightning cable," forming an airtight cage.

Data from the Dongdong device showed that the voltage in the electric grid cage reached an astonishing million volts, making it truly a case of instant death upon contact.

Li Nuo didn't intend to waste time with Luo Jia, nor did he want to reveal his trump card.

He simply yelled and pulled the pin on the high-explosive grenade, staging a scene for Loka like a cult agent fearlessly self-destructing:
"You won't get anything out of me! For the sake of the elders!"

"boom!"

Li Nuo's body exploded into pieces.

Loka was unable to stop the "agent" from self-destructing in time and could only watch as the other party was blown to bits.

When the lightning subsided, the ground was charred black, and the cult agents were nowhere to be seen.

"Hmph, what a bunch of lunatics. Next time they run into me, it won't be so simple."

Luo Jia sneered, opened a portal, and left.

(End of this chapter)