Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 408: Broken Hound's Request (Please Subscribe)
When the leader of the "Emperor's Fangs", the Broken Hound Endred Hal, walked towards Roshi, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The Imperial Fists, clad in adamantium armor, quickly formed a human wall, blocking the Black Shield troops, who had painted their power armor black.

Behind them were Sage Roche and Arkan Rand, as well as a large number of members of the Mechanicus and the new Advanced Technology Community.

It can be said that the people present now are the lifeline of the empire's technological field. Killing any one of them will cause severe damage to the empire's technological field.

Polux also realized that something was wrong, and he stood in front of the Broken Hound that made him feel a little scared.

The Captain of the Imperial Fist has experienced many wars, from the Battle of Fal where he attempted to board and behead Perturabo, to the Five Hundred Worlds and the Ultramarines fighting against the sudden Midnight Haunter. During this period, he encountered countless enemies in wars of all sizes.

Among these people, the only opponent who could give him a great sense of oppression like the Broken Hound was Midnight Haunter.

The way Hal looked at him was not like that of a battle brother or a mortal enemy.

Polux didn't see any anger or impulsive hatred, as if he was just looking at a dead person.

The vast majority of Endred's Emperor's Fang Black Shield troops were War Hounds, and there were also some members of the Death Guard, Iron Warriors, and Raven Guard. This was an army with a total size of over a thousand people, but there were only a dozen of them present.

"I mean no harm, Imperial Fists." The burly Endred Hall raised his arms. He carried no weapons such as bolters and chainswords, and even his pair of finely crafted relic-grade power fists were left in his camp.

But even so, the Broken Hound with bare hands can still bring a great sense of oppression to Polux. This perception of danger has saved the Imperial Fists from certain death countless times.

"I just hope to meet Sage Luo Xi and ask him to help me with something."

Broken Hound tried to speak as slowly as possible, and spoke to Pollax with a rare sincerity.

He is the Emperor's loyal war dog and once followed the Lord of Mankind to complete the Terra Unification War. Naturally, he would not do anything that would harm the Empire.

The black shields behind Hal took a step forward and walked to their leader. They were all wearing black armor, looking as dark as a group of dead people.

"If you want to ask the sage something, he can hear you. Just say it in front of me."

Pollax said that he still didn't dare to trust Hal 100%. If it was his recklessness and mistakes that put Roche in danger, then he would never be able to atone for this mistake even if he died. How could he have the face to meet his genetic father?

Hal took a deep breath. He had never been so excited before, not even when he disguised himself as Captain Koladon, the special envoy of the Sons of Horus, and secretly sneaked into the Forge World Shana to destroy the plan of Horus, the leader of the rebellion.

At that time, the Forge World Shana was coerced and lured by Horus to surrender. They provided three terrible "Ulato" type general cannons as a token of their loyalty and were about to transfer them to Horus.

The power of these Ulato-type general cannons is even greater than the general cannons produced in the world of Tiamat that Ryan Johnson was deceived by the Iron Lord Perturabo.

In the heart of the enemy, as the Great Sage Kilim was assassinated by a Callidus Assassin, the Broken Hound took the opportunity to attack and helped the Callidus Assassin recover an artifact from the Foundry Prison. His Black Shields launched an attack and successfully broke through and looted the local military supplies.

In the end, the Black Shields drove the captured "Pain Tyrant" away from Shana Forge World and successfully returned to Terra.

Such a heroic feat as this could not cause Hal to have too many emotions, but now, in front of Roche, his breathing became rapid.

Under the horrified gaze of Pollux, the Broken Hound Hal slowly crouched down, lowered his proud head, and knelt on one knee facing Roche.

"My Lord, my battle-brothers are suffering from the Butcher's Nails. I beg you to save them."

Hal spoke in a hoarse voice, each word piercing with blood. "We are all loyal dogs of the Emperor, willing to sacrifice everything for him. But the Butcher's Nails are robbing us of our loyalty and sanity, robbing us of our chance for revenge. We can die on the battlefield, but not in the torture of the Butcher's Nails."

Luo Xi immediately understood why the leader of the Black Shield was so humble.

Perhaps after seeing how the Thought Seal transformed the Solar Auxiliary Army, he felt a glimmer of hope, wishing that the Thought Seal could also bring relief to his brothers.

The Thought Stamp is a modification that acts directly on the brain, while the Butcher's Nail is a horrific creation that is a modification and imitation of the evil technological relics of Nuceria.

It will continue to drill deep into the brain and replace more brain tissue with its metal tentacles. The Butcher's Nails have weak psychic reactions. These blasphemous evil machines will constantly influence and control the host, making them fight continuously. Only killing can alleviate the pain caused by the Butcher's Nails to the brain.

In the World Eaters Legion that had the Butcher's Nails implanted on a large scale, almost the vast majority of the Legionnaires ended up being completely enslaved by the Butcher's Nails, turning into lunatics who only knew how to kill and be angry.

It was the Butcher's Nails that completely destroyed the former Warhound Legion and their Primarch Angron.

"Why do you think I can help you? War Dog?" Luo Xi was not afraid at all. He walked down from the platform step by step and slowly came in front of Hal.

Even while kneeling on one knee, Hal's head was able to keep eye contact with Roche. The war dog's lips moved a few times and he spoke with difficulty.

"I don't know. We have no choice but to believe that you can give us a chance of survival."

"There is no need for complete redemption. Those who have been nailed with the Butcher's Nail have no future. We only ask that you can keep our will clear. At least we cannot fall down before facing that damned traitor."

"Not today. Today is not the day we die. We resist death until the moment we face the traitor. That is the day we finally die."

The Broken Hound's words seemed to be polished by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He was not naive enough to desire redemption. There was no redemption in this universe.

His only request was that his brothers hold out until the day when Horus's traitors could reach the Sol System and they could exact their vengeance on Horus.

"This……"

Luo Xi was speechless for a moment. What could he say? In front of these soldiers who were determined to hold on and die on the road to killing the traitor, all his words were extremely empty.

Looking at Hal's face in front of him, Roxi's mind suddenly recalled the World Eater Dreadnought that was salvaged from space by the Ultramarines' warship after the Battle of Amatra.

And buried in that fearless sarcophagus was the former commander of the War Dog Legion - Locke.

The war dog buried in the fearlessness, with only a trace of sanity left in his broken body, was one of the very few sober ones in the 12th Legion. He helplessly discovered that his beloved Legion was heading towards a path of no return under the influence of Butcher's Nails and Angron.

Rosh had promised that if possible, he would find a way to cure the Butcher's Nails in the Warhounds' heads, but since the defeat of Lorgar and Angron's Shadow Crusade, he has never seen the loyal World Eaters again.

Until today, when I met the loyal Broken Hound on Terra, the promise of the past once again echoed in my mind.

Luo Xi murmured, he never forgot his promise to defeat that war dog.

"Locke, you are not the only one who remembers the glory and pride of the War Dogs. On the human home planet, there is also a War Dog veteran named Endred Hal who is still holding on."

(End of this chapter)