With the aid of sophisticated technology, repairing severe brain tissue loss was not a particularly difficult task.
Before Lox and Land, death itself would never steal this loyal War Hound from their hands.
Countless nanobots began filling the shattered brain. Before the operation had even begun, they had used every available scanning method to build data models of each War Hound's brain and had long since simulated customized treatment plans.
The self-aware nanobots flowed through the bloodstream, first sealing off the blood vessels hemorrhaging inside the brain. Then, silvery-white metal replaced the missing brain tissue. Flesh and metal fused into one, sustaining the War Hound's life.
The War Hound's exposed brain bore some resemblance to those followers of the Omnissiah. At the very least, even without being implanted with the Butcher's Nails, they were keen on upgrading their original components.
Lying on the cold operating table, the War Hound experienced a sensation he had never felt before. Since the brain contained few pain receptors, he merely felt as though countless ants were crawling through his mind, sending waves of foreign discomfort through him.
He realized that an enormous change was taking place within him.
"My Butcher's Nails..."
The War Hound tried to speak.
"The Butcher's Nails are gone. You'll be saying goodbye to them for the rest of your life." Lox slightly turned his head, appearing upside down in the War Hound's field of view.
"Congratulations, the Emperor's loyal hound. You can now tear the Butcher's Nails from your former brothers without restraint. Remember to tell them that only the loyal are qualified to escape the Butcher's Nails."
"Their idiotic imitation of Angron is nothing but a joke. Angron himself hated the Butcher's Nails, yet his sons implanted themselves with them just to experience their genetic father's feelings. How pitiful