Rumble—
On your twisted, distorted bronze face, a pair of blood-red eyes had widened to their limit, while thin streams of scarlet blood seeped from between your tightly clenched teeth.
Your massive Iron Fist, clenched into a fist, slammed heavily into the blood-spattered ground. Repeated impacts had left a large web of cracks clearly spreading across the spot!
The portion of short-term memory that belonged to Angron was merging with your own long-term memories.
With sheer force of will, you were stubbornly resisting the horrific effects of the Butcher's Nails.
Before long, the Butcher's Nails seemed to stop buzzing.
You seemed to have gradually suppressed the endless pain that felt as though it had burrowed into the depths of your soul.
You slowly spat a mouthful of black blood.
You understood all too well that this was only temporary relief. The Butcher's Nails embedded deep within your skull and brain could not be removed.
Even The Emperor could do nothing about them!
"I know you are checking on me. I am still alive... our agreement still stands!"
You muttered somewhat neurotically to the empty air before you.
"What do you want?" The mechanical voice of the nameless Abominable Intelligence—or perhaps Stark—slowly sounded beside your ear.
"A complete map of Desha, the entire Capital City, and Nuceria. Armories that can be raided, all kinds of vehicles, and any other help you can offer me!" You subconsciously shook your head, making the Butcher's Nails clatter across your smooth scalp!
"I will set all of Nuceria ablaze! I will slaughter every last Nucerian mortal...!"
"Agreed, but I need more time... And before my true body is recovered, the help I can offer you is indeed limited," the Abominable Intelligence replied without hesitation.
A bloodthirsty, terrifying grin spread across your face.
You had not