Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"I'll be right behind you, brother."

Mortarian nodded slightly. He could now sense a strange charm emanating from Angron, which reminded him of Horus.

Angron raised the War Cry in his hand, grinned, and then, to Mortarion's astonishment, began to run, running in a straight line.

No, this is wrong! Mortarion following behind Angron is practically suicide.

Just as Mortarian was thinking this, he felt a shell fly over his scalp. The scorching air startled Mortarian. He was wondering which bastard had aimed the shell at them when he felt the intense heat.

Countless shells came from all directions, as if they were going to engulf them and the Titan together!

Facing death head-on isn't scary, but being killed by your own people...

Mortarian envisioned himself becoming the first Primarch in Imperial history to be killed by his own people.

That was truly a laughable exchange.

The psionic Titan spotted the Imperial demigod charging straight at it. Just as it adjusted its cannon, it was hit by several shells, causing its body to tilt and melt. The Titan's pilot saw countless vehicles emerge from above the crater, firing back and forth like gophers.

The psionic titan began firing wildly in an attempt to destroy the vehicles, but Lu Heng wasn't going to give it that chance.

Lu Heng's data synapses were blocked by the psionic energy on the psionic titan. Lu Heng hated psionic energy, and he stared at the unyielding psionic titan.

[Unit Two! Charge!]

"It's always like this!"

Angron raised the God of War and roared as he leaped high into the air!

P.S.: I owe nine...

Volume 1: Chapter 161 (Chapter 154) It seems like I'm really going to die!

The War Roar slammed into the massive feet of the psionic titan, sparks flying as Angron roared in fury.

The psionic titan was extremely annoyed by the behavior of Angron below him, and he stepped out with his steel to try to crush Angron.

Loading...

[Module 8 loaded. Unit 2, receiving data.]

Lu Heng was a little nervous, but Angron had never felt so good before. It was Conrad Coz's ability that allowed Angron to sense every move the Terra would make.

Conrad Unit 8!

You're quite capable! You're mine now!

Angron stomped his feet on the ground, pulled out the World Eater Plasma Gun, and stomped the ground into furrows. Mortarion held his breath on the side, and swung his war scythe. Hundreds of attacks were unleashed by Mortarion. In the blink of an eye, even the Titan was left with a fragment of steel.

"Lower your head!"

Mortarion obeyed Angron's words.

He leaned down and saw a shell explode above him like fireworks. The powerful impact was blocked by the void shield on the psionic titan, which was supposed to be the enemy's protective device, but now it became a barrier protecting Mortalian.

madman!

As Mortarian thought this, the chainsaw axe spun rapidly, and Angron leaped up. The knightly titan swung its arm at Angron, a strike that should have been a sure hit. But the moment the blue shockwave appeared, Angron grazed past it in mid-air with the World Eater Plasma Gun in his hand.

With a clang, Angron slammed the Roar of the God of War into the cockpit of the psionic titan. Even through the thick steel, the pilot inside could sense Angron's furious emotions!

[Go down!]

Angron landed quickly on the ground, several missiles were fired from the psionic titan's shoulders, and Angron rolled a few times on the ground before arriving next to Mortalian.

"You're alright!"

"Angron asked."

"You won't die."

Motalian gasped for breath, breathing heavily into the sulfurous machine. His brother had given him far too many surprises!

"It's like a tortoise shell."

Angron looked at the World Eater Plasma Gun, which was recharging. There were thirteen seconds left, and Lu Heng was accelerating its cooling. Even if it might explode in the future, for now, Angron looked at the slightly distorted psionic titan arm.

"How many times can you withstand its attacks?"

"Angron asked."

"Always."

Mortarian didn't want to lose face in front of his brothers.

Blood began to seep from his palms, and Angron noticed it, but he didn't care!

"The war hounds will provide us with support; I'll give you a hint."

"I won't kill you."

Angron made a little joke.

"This blasphemous machine uses witchcraft."

Mortarian recounted how he had been blasted away by the psionic shockwave.

"Calculate his trajectory! I'll handle the witchcraft!"

After Angron uttered those words, he stomped a large crater in the ground. Mortarion took a deep breath, watched Angron charge again, and endured the excruciating pain as he followed him once more.

Tenacity!

Mortarian thought to himself.

Various images kept flashing through Angron's eyes. First, he dodged the heat melt by turning to the side, and then he saw the heavy hammer on his arm!

The earth shook violently. He stood on the steel arm, and the roar of the God of War sparked sparks from the steel arm of the psionic titan, followed by a psionic shock!

"Kahn!"

Angron roared.

"Beware of witchcraft!"

This was a reminder to Mortarion. Mortarion plunged his scythe directly into the ground, and the first wave of psionic energy swept over him. He heard a thunderous sound, and a huge roar crashed down on the side of the psionic titan from afar.

　Nine, 々Eight-root: -俬弎☆:《林¨◇wu蒐§：索¨q羣（⊙： “Open fire!!!!!!!”

Kahn's roar echoed throughout the area. The first shell directly shattered the Psionic Titan's Void Shield, indicating that the shield was weakening!

"shooting!!!"

Kahn roared again, ignoring the crew's concerns about the cannon barrel, and the automatic loading device crammed another shell into the breech, aiming at the thin void shield.

A second clap of thunder sounded.

Under the prolonged suppression of fire from the Warhounds, Angron heard the sound of breaking glass.

He slammed the War God's Roar onto the cockpit again, causing the steel to twist and cracks to appear.

"Get out of here!"

Angron's eyes were bloodshot. He felt his body surging with power, and a powerful force rushed directly into his body from the void.

Get out of here!!!

Angron heard the roar of the nails in his mind, and he heard something inside him shattering unwillingly, the blood coming and going quickly.

Buzz! ! ! !

Another psionic blast! Angron held the Roar of the God of War in front of him and leaped down from the sky. Then he saw the psionic titan swing its steel arm at him. This was a sure hit!

But Angron did not dodge; he raised the plasma gun in his hand.

"die!"

A green scythe appeared in the air. Mortarion blocked the attack for Angron, and then he flew out of the air like a piece of paper.

He saw four pillars of blue energy shooting out from the sky. He crashed heavily to the ground. The pain made him even more clear-headed. Angeron fell to the ground in the distance.

Mortalian saw the cockpit of the psionic titan go out.

Succeeded?

Motalian's muddled mind came to mind.

Angron stood up, panting heavily. He glanced at the plasma gun in his hand; this thing was truly inhuman.

"What just happened?"

"Angron asked."

There's a virus; I'm scanning for it!

Lu Heng responded with disgust, destroying all the blessings from that red African man, which consumed a large amount of his computing power.

The moment he turned to probe the psionic titan.

[Angron! Run!]

"What?"

Angron looked at the psionic titan, and countless images flashed before his eyes.

He watched as the psionic titan grew from the size of a knight to the size of a warhound, and then he saw space shatter and teleport!

Angron frantically raised the Roar of the God of War in his hand.

The psionic titan opened its missile bays and scattered them in all directions, then aimed its molten cannon directly at the nearby Angron.

[Damn it! You've ruined my life!]

Lu Heng cursed.

boom!

Mortarion watched in despair as the psionic titan used its weapon to completely engulf Angron.

He stood up, then vaguely used his scythe to support his body.

"Angron?"

"Angron!!!"

Mortarion charged toward the psionic titan, feeling as if he were truly about to die.

Ps:

Small theater;

Mortarian: Don't die, I'll do anything.

Angron: Nails?

Lu Heng: Go to Barbarossa and empty his house for me!

Volume 1: Chapter 162 Chapter 155 Resilience!

I come from the mountains, and they call me the Undefeated.

I slaughtered my way through the arena. I am a slave, a son of the empire, and a rebel!

So, am I afraid of death?

Angron thought to himself, "Yes, it will..."

Death is inevitable, but how do you face it?

Heat radiated around Angron, whose helmet had long been lost in the battle. He saw the surging energy with his own eyes and felt he couldn't breathe, but he felt no pain.

Angron felt the dense network of data cables surrounding him, enveloping him like a cocoon, or a butcher's nail.

He survived.

What the hell are you standing there for?!

Lu Heng roared. He didn't have many data cables left to use, and he couldn't understand what Anglong was doing! Just standing there in a daze?

The intense electric shock brought Angron back to his senses, and he grinned.

"I thought you would be online."

I'm not someone's father, I don't have the time or inclination to take revenge for others!

Hypnos, I'm fine here! Proceed as planned!

Lu Heng felt that he had been ruined by Anglong, that self-righteous bastard, and in the end, he was the one who had to clean up Anglong's mess.