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

Chapter 413: Reborn War Dog
With the help of sophisticated scientific and technological means, it is not a difficult task to deal with and repair severe brain tissue loss injuries.

In front of Roche and Rand, there was no way the god of death could take this loyal war dog away from them.

Countless nanorobots began to fill the broken brain. Long before the operation began, they had used various scanning methods to complete the data model of each war dog's brain and had already simulated specific customized treatment plans.

The self-aware nanorobots flowed around with the blood, first blocking the blood vessels in the brain that were bleeding heavily. Then the silver-white metal replaced the missing brain tissue. The flesh and metal merged into one, maintaining the life of the war dog.

The exposed brains of the War Dogs are somewhat similar to those of the followers of Om Messiah. At least even if they have not been nailed to the butcher's nails, they are keen on updating their original accessories.

The war dog lying on the cold operating table now had a special feeling he had never had before. Since there were not many pain nerves in his brain, he just felt as if countless ants were crawling on his brain, giving him a foreign body sensation.

He realized that great changes had taken place in him.

"My Butcher's Nail..."

War Dog tried to speak.

"There is no Butcher's Nail anymore, and you will have to say goodbye to it in this life." Luo Xi turned his head slightly and appeared in the war dog's field of vision with an inverted perspective.

"Congratulations, loyal dog of the Emperor. You can unscrupulously pull out the Butcher's Nails of your former brothers. Remember to tell them that only the loyal are qualified to escape the Butcher's Nails."

"Their foolish imitation of Angron is a joke. Angron himself hated the Butcher's Nails, but his sons put nails on themselves just to experience the feelings of the Gene Father. How pathetic and ridiculous."

The old war dog soldier was having trouble thinking. He just felt that the sages seemed to have put back his skull that had been cut open. Then he felt a tingling and swelling sensation on the surface of his skin, and the flesh and blood healed at an extraordinary speed.

His brain was clearer than ever before, without any interference or obstruction from external objects. He tried to sit up, and his strong muscles bulged and exerted force. The Astartes, who had just undergone a complicated craniotomy, was able to get up from the operating table.

Inhaling the sterile air in the biological laboratory through his nose, he could smell the fragrance of nutrient solution and medical gel, as well as the special scent of cold metal in the room. He could hear the slight sound of flowing liquid. The world was so perfect and harmonious in his eyes that he once again felt the wonderful world that was blocked by the Butcher's Nails.

The war dog couldn't help but open his arms and explore the place where the skull had just been cut with a trembling touch.

The extremely fine scars were barely visible to Astarte's keen sense of touch; his bones were growing and healing, and it would probably take nearly a week to recover.

The War Dog Veteran seemed a little uncomfortable with his body without the Butcher's Nails. In order to endure the endless pain and torture of the Butcher's Nails, he had to learn to keep his nerves tense and contracted for a long time. Now that he relaxed all of a sudden, he felt a little uncomfortable.

No, he should not have that nightmare habit again. He would rather die proudly in battle, on the road to revenge against the traitor, than return to a life with the Butcher's Nails.

The war dog walked with increasingly skilled steps until he came to the smooth metal wall that could almost reflect his shadow. He bent slightly and turned his head to the side so that he could see more clearly.

"Gone, the nails disappeared, these damned slavers, they left me!"

He tried his best to suppress the urge of his tear glands to secrete tears. Even his will, tempered by countless battles, was unable to withstand the joy of escaping from such a desperate situation.

This feeling is unimaginable for those who have not experienced it. He may be the first War Dog Astartes to be struck with the Butcher's Nail and then successfully removed it.

Although the power brought by the rage inflicted by the Butcher's Nails has subsided, the War Dog does not miss its former power at all. That kind of irrational rage is not real power. In front of the War Dog with a calm brain and clear consciousness, the furious World Eater is just a ridiculous enemy.

He stared at himself on the wall for a few seconds, which was a long time for an Astarte to think.

The warrior's sanity and willpower returned. He had accepted reality. He had been redeemed by the Empire, and now it was time to free his other battle brothers from suffering.

He finally realized that he had not yet thanked the two sages who saved him. The war dogs did not recognize them. After being hit by the Butcher's Nails, any thought other than killing and fighting was a torment for them. They had no energy to remember mortals.

The tall Astartes warrior slowly knelt on one knee. At this moment, he even forgot to breathe, and instinctively wanted to express his gratitude and respect. In his eyes, Roshi and Rand were simply the embodiment of the Holy Emperor, the benevolent Lord of Humanity who saved his loyal warriors.

"You should get out first. Remember, don't do any strenuous activities. Your wounds haven't really healed yet."

"You need time to recover and adjust to the life that is supposed to be yours."

Luo Xi waved his hand. There were still 192 war dogs waiting for their rescue. As for this lucky guy, let him go and enjoy the joy of brotherly reunion with Hal first.

War Dog saw some of the less-than-human guys begin to disperse, and skillfully performed the Butcher's Nail removal surgery on his brothers as demonstrated by Roche and Rand.

It was strange. He clearly remembered that during the operation, only the two sages were involved in the main operation. Could it be that those people were able to master those techniques perfectly just by watching them once?

Are the people of the Mechanicus so powerful now?
It would take some time for his new flesh and blood and mechanical fused brain to adapt. The moment he stepped outside the laboratory, Hal pounced on him and hugged him tightly around the neck.

The Emperor's Fang leader's power was so terrifying that he almost strangled his newly resurrected brother. The war dog slapped Hal's back hard, signaling him to stop.

"Damn it, you bastard, I just got reborn and you almost strangled me to death!" He coughed violently a few times and cursed angrily in dissatisfaction.

"I have not yet served the Emperor, and I cannot die in your hands."

Hal was grinning foolishly to himself. It had been a long time since he had heard the kind words of abuse from his brothers. The Astartes whose brains were struck by the Butcher's Nails were simply unable to organize any insults. They could only bite and fight like bloodthirsty mad dogs.

He stroked his brother's smooth head with his big hands. Where the ugly cables used to grow were now empty, leaving only the smooth skull that symbolized purity of the human being.

The Butcher's Nails really disappeared, and he is still alive!

All the veterans of the War Dogs would have believed this to be possible only in their most bizarre dreams.

"Where are the other brothers? Why are you the only one out?" Hal asked hurriedly, while the first recovered war dog shrugged.

"There are 193 of us who need to have the Butcher's Nails removed. It's an extremely delicate brain surgery, not something as simple as tearing off someone's head on the battlefield."

Hearing his brother's joking again, even Hal, who had a cold personality, couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Other Black Shield veterans of the Emperor's Fangs also brought blessings to their reborn brothers. They came from different Astartes Legions, but were brought together by the same loyal beliefs and became battle brothers who were closer than blood brothers.

"It was Sage Roshi who saved us. He brought the Emperor's mercy. We are lucky enough to escape the curse of the Butcher's Nails. Naturally, we must take more actions to prove our loyalty to the Emperor!"

Hal roared, and his appearance changed instantly, like a truly enraged and ferocious hound.

"For the Emperor!"

The skin mark on the Broken Hound's left chest was slightly hot, it was an outdated genetic data code.

Only Hal knew that it was a badge of honor earned by fighting alongside the Master of Mankind, when he and his first brothers, the Thunder Warriors, fought for the Emperor.

Now, he will take his rejuvenated warhounds and other Blackshield veterans to launch the final revenge on Angron and Horus.

(End of this chapter)