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

Chapter 411: The Butcher's Nail of Death
"I didn't expect that we would have to face such a tough opponent like the Butcher's Nail just after the Mind Control Tower and Thought Seal came out."

"I don't know which one will win, the Butcher's Nails or the Thought Seal?"

With trepidation, Roche and Sage Rand entered the program core of the first mind control tower and customized the modification of the thought stamp according to the established process.

As the top priority of the Thought Stamp Project, this prototype naturally needs to be properly kept. Its main control core is located under the encirclement of the Blackstone Stand. When signs of Chaos Corruption are detected, it will immediately stop running, start self-inspection and call for support.

In addition, modifying the content of the thought seal requires personal authorization from the seal holder, Malcador. When Roche and Rand entered the mind control tower, a tall figure in golden armor blocked their way.

The Sigillite sent two of the Emperor's Guards to guard the prototype Psychic Tower to ensure it remained under control.

The Imperial Guards repeatedly confirmed Luo Xi's identity. After Luo Xi, the Seal Holder and the Imperial Guards unlocked the computer, the Thinker computer that modified the thought seal in the mind control tower slowly revealed its prototype. Under the surveillance of the Imperial Guards, Luo Xi carefully modified the contents of the thought seal.

"Okay, it's time to stamp the Butcher's Nail with a special ideological stamp."

When everything was done, Luo Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief. In order to slay the troublesome dragon, the Butcher's Nail, they specially forged a sword called the Seal of Thought. Now whether they could slay the dragon depended on whether the sword was sharp.

When Roshi and Sage Rand returned to the biological laboratory and just stepped into the laboratory door, Broken Hound was staring at him with hopeful eyes, and then returned to wait by his battle brother's side.

"All of you get out, it's time for surgery."

Luo Xi waved his hand, signaling Hal and other Black Shield Warriors to go out and wait. Their presence was of no use at all and would increase the risk of losing control.

Seeing this, Hal immediately strode out of the operating room with his brothers, and then stood quietly at the door like a statue.

The silent war dog rarely prayed to the Emperor in his heart, praying that his war dog brothers would survive the operation.

Perhaps he had never felt fear even on an apocalyptic-level battlefield, but at this moment, when his brothers faced a glimmer of hope for survival by escaping the Butcher's Nails, he felt an emotion called fear beginning to flow through his hard-hearted heart.

With the assistance of the stone man and artificial intelligence, the entire biological laboratory seemed to come alive in an instant. Various equipment began to operate on their own. Some kind of light green bubbling liquid was surging in the transparent pipes visible to the naked eye. After being processed in the culture dish, it was injected intravenously into the bodies of the war dogs.

These liquids contain a large amount of sedative ingredients, which can control the mental state of the war dogs to the greatest extent, so that they will not suddenly attack and hurt people in the middle of the operation.

Of course, to be on the safe side, the stone men took out locks made of refined gold and locked the arms and thighs of the war dogs tightly on the operating table.

The lights coming from all directions eliminated every shadow in the laboratory. Roshi and Sage Rand, wearing milky white protective suits, began to remove the butcher's nails for the war dogs like doctors.

"Let's get started. The first patient for surgery."

Roche and Sage Rand stood on either side of the operating table, while the stone men watched and learned, while performing some simpler tasks.

In fact, with the stone people's almost photographic memory and ability to fully control their limbs, they can perform surgery independently after watching the surgical process once, and even improve some step details based on the calculations and suggestions of artificial intelligence.

In the holographic projection in front of him, the cross-section of the war dog's body was completely enlarged and clearly displayed. The inside of his head, the condition of his internal organs and muscles were all marked and broken down one by one. After the intelligent brain learned the anatomical model of Astartes' body, it automatically marked some problem areas in red.

"Not only are their brains severely corroded by the Butcher's Nails, but these Astartes also have some internal injuries. There are bruises in their bodies from long battles, and more than twenty bones have minor fractures that have not healed."

Luo Xi helped them solve these problems. After dealing with these small problems, the real big problem - the Butcher's Nails - finally appeared before them.

Due to the effects of the high-strength sedative, the Butcher's Nail's thin, cable-like structure seemed somewhat limp. While controlling its host's rage, these vicious machines would become as rigid and upright as a nail. "First step, imprint the Butcher's Nail with a thought."

A silver-white machine hung from the ceiling. It was a branch of a miniature mind control tower, capable of solving the problem of implanting thought stamps in a more meticulous manner.

A deep blue beam shot out from the machine, focusing precisely on the exposed part of the Butcher's Nail, and the implantation of the thought stamp began.

The moment the thought stamp shone upon their bodies, these vicious worm-like machines suddenly trembled and swayed from side to side as if their systems had malfunctioned.

They were caught in some kind of high-frequency oscillation, constantly repeating the states of relaxation and tension.

Luo Xi subconsciously held his breath. He increased the amount of sedatives to suppress the state of the Butcher's Nails.

For some reason, Luo Xi seemed to hear faint angry roars, as if some being was furious at his behavior.

The Butcher's Nails are becoming increasingly sluggish. Its extremely simple and primitive consciousness is being repeatedly contested and covered by two completely contradictory logics. Under the continuous attack of the Thought Stamp, the isolated and helpless Butcher's Nails are having their logic overwritten.

For thousands of years, the Nuceria people have continuously poured concepts such as torture and anger into the "Driller", the prototype of the Butcher's Nail, turning it into a brutal instrument of torture and slavery.

But today, at this moment, the hateful consciousness carried within the Butcher's Nail was distorted by the power of another technological relic. It no longer tortured its host without stopping, forcing him to please itself with endless anger and killing.

The squirming Butcher's Nails finally fell silent forever after their final struggle. They stuck limply to the war dog's skull as if their lives had been taken away, no longer showing off their presence in a domineering manner.

An expression of ecstasy appeared on Luo Xi's face, and Sage Rand beside him felt relieved.

In the past, he and Ohm Messiah attempted to remove the original Butcher's Nail from Angron, but they were unable to do anything about it.

And now, he and Luo Xi have joined forces to successfully paralyze the replica of the Butcher's Nails. The dawn of victory is just around the corner, and they are about to truly defeat this damn abominable creature.

Akan Rand's hands were shaking slightly, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were a little red.

The setback he encountered at the Butcher's Nail had been like a thorn in his flesh, stuck deep in his mind, but now he could finally pull it out.

The first war dog who underwent the operation suddenly opened his eyes wide. It had been so long that he had even forgotten how much time had passed. The source of evil that had been chattering in his mind and causing him pain madly had fallen into silence.

His mind was blank, it was peaceful and serene, without anger, hatred, or desire to kill.

However, he no longer had the chance to ask for all this after the Butcher's Nail was implanted in him. Even though the Butcher's Nail has not been removed from his brain yet, his numb nerves still touch his tear glands, leaving a tear of blood in the corner of the eye of this iron-clad war dog.

He was free, free from the slavery of the butcher's nails. Only when you lose your freedom can you understand how precious it is.

Although he couldn't move his body, the war dog veteran still turned his eyes and cast a grateful look towards Luo Xi.

Thank you, Lord Roshi.

(End of this chapter)