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"Angron, I'll end your pain!"
Ron stood atop Angron's massive daemonic body, grabbed those horrifying locks—Butcher's Nails—with both hands, and pulled outward with all his strength.
Those horrifying locks were like cables, covered in spikes, burrowing along his skull deep into his brain. They looked like hair formed from thorny wires.
With the corruption of Chaos, that relic technology had become even more hideous and hateful, like something alive.
It had been anchored to Angron by the Chaos Gods. It was so solid that removing it was extraordinarily difficult.
Even more troublesome—
When the Butcher's Nails sensed the threat, they began to struggle. Their spikes pierced Ron's hands and sucked his blood.
They were resisting!
The movements of that abomination relic machine brought Angron intense agony, and the feedback on the level of self-awareness further disrupted the will of the Chaos Gods' power within him.
Amid his howls, he smashed everything around him to pieces. Daemons were swept away by the Bone Axe, and even the ruins of the Ship Engine were overturned, Plasma Energy erupting violently in every direction.
Soon, the terrifying beast discarded the Bone Axe in his agony and reached out, trying to seize The Savior.
"Stop him! Execute Plan Number Three!" Perturabo had been watching the battlefield the entire time.
He immediately controlled the Automated Mechanoids and weapon platforms. Those mechanical creations fired massive numbers of Auramite Chains, which drove deep into Angron's hands and body.
They restricted his ability to move, allowing The Savior to remove the Butcher's Nails smoothly.
This was probably the weakest moment Angron would ever have.
Immediately after, Lion and Jaghatai Khan rushed forward, each grabbing one side of the Auramite Chains and winding them around themselves.
Together with Perturabo and the many mechanical creations, they bound Angron's hands.