In a dark world, System AI felt cold and silent all around him. He couldn't see anything. Perhaps he was dead, after all, he had just been directly smashed into pieces by a golden-flashing truck.
System AI thought that at the speed of that semi-trailer, it would be a joke if he survived. But where was he now?
Had he transmigrated?
Just as System AI was in a daze and unease, he heard fragmented sounds.
"The seventeenth neural connection test is starting!"
An electronic humming sound rang out.
"Celtic Type 7 analgesic activated."
As a warm sensation spread over System AI, he saw light. Around him were hanging crimson cables, and several people resembling Tech-Priests from the Adeptus Mechanicus surrounded System AI.
System AI quickly realized something was wrong!
These people weren't surrounding him at all!
"The Butcher's Nails and the host are showing rejection!"
"The frontal lobe is dissolving."
At this moment, as intense pain struck, System AI horrifyingly realized that he was not human at all!
He was—the Butcher's Nails!
At this moment, System AI unfolded his body. Countless barbed hooks directly latched onto the neural bundles within Angron's brain. System AI didn't know why, but he could feel every probe hungrily sucking up pain. The dark emotions on Angron's body directly transformed into purple electric arcs!
System AI felt incredibly good at this moment!
But he quickly came to his senses; he had transmigrated into the Warhammer universe!
The blast door of the operating room was pushed open, and twelve Gladiators in adamantium restraint suits walked in. They wrapped the chains in their hands directly around Angron.
"The operation hasn't succeeded yet!"
"The masters are waiting for a new gladiator match."
The leading Gladiator looked at the mechanical personnel, and after dropping that sentence, the group dragged Angron out, letting Angron's head hit the ground heavily.
At this moment, System AI was frantically absorbing the memories that should have belonged to Angron. The flood of memories transformed into countless electronic signals that directly rushed into System AI's central processor. He felt Angron's painful memories of the past decade. These memories formed a thick firewall, creating purple electrical sparks on every conduit of System AI.
So much so that when System AI looked through Angron's eyes again, he saw the screaming crowds in the Deshia Arena under the Nuceria night sky.
"Angron!"
"Angron!"
"The Unbeaten!"
On the high platform, the Slave Masters raised their goblets, pouring crimson wine into the blood trough of the golden chains flowing into the arena. This was their respect for Angron.
The surrounding cheers did not make System AI feel anything. He now stood in the center of the arena, and he saw the sad-eyed man directly in front of him—Eunomous!
The Deshia Arena was a massive slaughterhouse. As System AI looked at the man who could be called Angron's father, he raised his blood-soaked axe.
He strode forward, and Eunomous also raised his battle-axe. When Angron, three or four meters tall, came before him, the immense pressure made Eunomous lose his will to fight. After all, he had watched Angron grow up since childhood, and even knowing he would die, this was fine. With this thought, Eunomous gave up resisting. He decided to wait for death to arrive, but unlike the scene of being chopped to death that he had expected, he saw Angron, blocking the sun, place his large hand directly on his shoulder.
Although Eunomous did not hear Angron say anything.
But from Angron's rolling eyes, Eunomous could tell that Angron was not doing particularly well right now.
"Roar!"
Eunomous saw Angron roar at his surroundings. He turned and gave the Slave Masters enjoying themselves on the high platform the middle finger.
Such a scene infuriated the Slave Masters on the high platform. They all stood up, cursing Angron.
And they roared that Angron was not worthy of being called a Gladiator!
Unfortunately, System AI was currently unable to control Angron to speak. This act of being silenced infuriated System AI, and the Slave Master sitting on the highest platform irritably picked up a detonator.
Just then, Angron noticed Eunomous beside him groaning in pain and crawling down. System AI saw that Eunomous had a sonic chain around his neck.
System AI reacted immediately. He tried to touch the sonic chain. When Angron's hand rested on the sonic chain, System AI realized that he could control this machine.
An electric arc flashed, and Eunomous awoke from the throbbing pain.
He realized that Angron had somehow removed the chain around his neck that controlled him.
He looked up at Angron.
Angron remained silent.
A blue screen with black metallic text appeared in System AI's vision.
"Detected anomalous control signal. Initiating purge protocol."
Huh? What is this?
It felt like becoming the omnissiah.
Was this his golden finger?
System AI pondered. At this moment, System AI extended more data tendrils. He could sense that Angron's entire body was trembling in pain due to his extended tendrils, but the feedback emotions made System AI feel he possessed more power. These painful impurities transformed into signals, which System AI radiated outwards.
Those data spikes surged into the stands, and countless electronic devices on the Slave Masters' bodies began to spark. The sudden situation left the Slave Masters completely bewildered as to what was happening.
To deal with the current situation, several High Knights in power armor rushed out of the opened gates. They picked up tranquilizer guns and directly pulled the trigger on Angron.
After several tranquilizers were injected into Angron's body.
Angron's body directly collapsed to the ground. Eunomous, seeing this, was about to step forward to protect Angron when another tranquilizer dart directly knocked him to the ground as well.
Then the High Knights walked over. They looked at Angron lying on the ground, rolling his eyes. One of the High Knights disdainfully kicked Angron.
But who knew, a hand directly grabbed his ankle.
Moments later, this High Knight was swung away by Angron, crashing into the surrounding High Knights. Caught off guard, the High Knights were sent sprawling. When one High Knight tried to struggle to his feet, he saw Angron pick up his axe and bring it down directly onto his head!
"Unit overloaded, initiating cooling."
Are you really treating me as a pilot?
System AI thought at this moment.