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The Emperor of Mankind looked at the dense, tiny wires coiled around the area, feeling surprised. Newly grown brain tissue was bypassed by the Butcher's Nails' synapses. The Butcher's Nails should have been an instrument of agonizing torture, but now it had become a device that amplified Angron.
"Sometimes I truly wonder how you accomplished this. After all, you are just a machine for regulating emotion; the chemical substances and electrical signals related to rage should have been free to enter and exit Angron's head!"
The Emperor of Mankind pried open one piece of metal after another. Although he considered his Primarch project highly successful, he was still shocked by the Butcher's Nails' strange behavior. number twelve should now be insane, furious, and everything should cause him pain.
Even thinking and breathing.
Yet, the Butcher's Nails had now become Angron's best protective and enhancing device.
[I am the Butcher's Nails!]
The Butcher's Nails said proudly.
"But you are a machine... Even if you were a person before, you are now just a machine. You cannot change your programmed settings!"
Regarding this ripple from the higher dimensions, the Emperor of Mankind thought of a strange possibility.
"Do you want to become a god?"
"?"
System AI expressed confusion.
As the plain box was held by the Emperor of Mankind, the Butcher's Nails' system was still immersed in the phrase about wanting to become a god. To put it bluntly, the Butcher's Nails momentarily suspected that the Emperor of Mankind wanted to send it onto the Golden Throne.
This situation was truly unpredictable!
But it currently had no evidence whatsoever!
After strange data fluctuations appeared within the Butcher's Nails' view, the Butcher's Nails saw a cluster of tiny, dark green things taken out from the Emperor of Mankind's hand. These were not human creations.
Necrons?
System AI thought, but it was even less likely to be Necrons.
[What is this?]
When in doubt, ask. The Butcher's Nails knew that even if it wanted to resist, the Emperor of Mankind absolutely would not let it go.
"You know, things from Mars."
Things from Mars? What kind of things could be on Mars?
The Butcher's Nails pondered for a long time.
[You want to put a Star God's component inside Angron's body! You are insane!]
Faced with the Butcher's Nails' questioning, the Emperor of Mankind frowned unhappily. Was he the kind of irresponsible fellow?
"This is prepared for you!"
Upon hearing this, the Butcher's Nails let out an "Oh," and then immediately erupted in binary profanity, the obscenities being as harsh as possible.
"This is specifically prepared for you... Your current apparatus is too archaic. Essentially, you are a machine for torture. I believe you know better than I do that the only reason you can maintain your current state is... because of your high-dimensional soul. To be honest, your soul is more suited to sit upon the Golden Throne than Magnus."
[Don't even think about it!]
The sharp, explosive sound of the Butcher's Nails rang out, and Arkhan Land nearly severed one of Angron's nerves due to the sudden noise. He looked at the Emperor of Mankind and the Butcher's Nails with a face full of reproach.
"Of course, the prerequisite is that you possess a body."
The Emperor of Mankind eased the tension. Although he knew that even without a body, it could... but it was too early. Furthermore, he did not want the Butcher's Nails to be overly wary of him. Such a useful tool could potentially hold countless variables in the future. At the very least, the Butcher's Nails was currently on his side.
For the Emperor of Mankind, the main mission was still the construction of the Webway, but the subplot involving the Butcher's Nails also made the Emperor of Mankind conceive the possibility that humanity might have another path. However, this path was dark, and the faint light was not enough for the Emperor of Mankind to dare throw everything he currently possessed into it.
He was a gambler, but he was not a madman.
"I am performing an upgrade and modification for you, at least allowing you to detach from Angron."
"Furthermore, aren't you curious about your own abilities?"
The Emperor of Mankind appeased the Butcher's Nails. He saw that the Butcher's Nails did not question him, which allowed the Emperor of Mankind to breathe a sigh of relief internally. His goal had been achieved. His golden eyes constantly shifted, controlling his heartbeat.
[You were just lying.]
The Emperor of Mankind trembled, maintaining his stiff smile.
[I can sense it.]
The Emperor of Mankind's eyes flickered with golden light amidst the pale glare. The coldness in his eyes receded as the voice of temptation—the ambition of the Emperor of Mankind—rang out.
"You wouldn't want to be captured and 'blessed,' would you?"
"I investigated all your data. Although I cannot see the absolute lowest levels, the trace you left when you invaded the *Phantasm* last time, and the signs you just left inside the palace, are enough for me to understand you..."
"System AI!"
The Emperor of Mankind controlled his heartbeat, trying to prevent the Butcher's Nails from detecting that he was lying, as he did not have the capability to completely overturn the Butcher's Nails' systems.
[You are still lying, Great Emperor of Mankind.]
The Emperor of Mankind could no longer maintain the smile on his lips. He was very curious about how the Butcher's Nails had figured it out.
"Fine! Tell me how you found out."
The Emperor of Mankind stopped explaining. He began to dismantle some of the tiny tendrils on the Butcher's Nails, replacing them with the Star God's components.
[Just as you thought, your emotions, Emperor of Mankind—the dense color of your emotions—made me momentarily feel like you were thinking of dirty jokes, or that I was the fish on the chopping block.]
[Do you think I have the strength to resist?]
Yes! You absolutely do!
The Emperor of Mankind had no doubt that the Butcher's Nails could simply control Angron to stand up and punch him in the face, but it didn't.
[Although I hate you, I hate the Immaterium more. Hurry up, you damned bastard!]
While cursing, the Butcher's Nails commanded the system to lift the sharp spikes away from Angron's cranial nerves, at least enough so the two bastards in front of it could reach them.
"I thank you on Angron's behalf."
The Emperor of Mankind spoke after a moment.
[Angron doesn't need your thanks. If you have the time, you should first learn how to be a good father.]
The Emperor of Mankind remained silent. He inserted the synapses one by one onto the Butcher's Nails.
[New device is being connected!]