Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

[Grab your weapons! You've been upgraded! Unit 2! Take it!]

Lu Heng rapidly consumed the cables. After the Dark Angel's light spear attack last time, he specially developed this module to deal with such situations. It still needs improvement, Lu Heng thought.

The edge of the giant pit.

Theresus looked at the scorched spot on Angron, and he saw his Gene Father charging toward the Titans. All the Death Guards were on edge, but the War Hounds remained unmoved.

He couldn't understand why the war hounds showed no sign of anxiety. Huh?

"Galo! Follow me and cover Death!"

Regardless of what was going on in the minds of these war dogs, he had to help Mortalian.

'Erren, I don't care what methods you use! Keep a close watch on these Death Guards!'

Gel roared in the communications, though he was also extremely worried about Angron, but Hypnos told him that the sovereign and Angron were safe and sound, and that was enough!

Erlen stood up and walked directly in front of Tersus, the commander of the Seventh Company of the Death Guard, and stared at him. (8)

“You can’t go over there.”

“Cousin, our genetic father is fighting a bloody battle below, while we are above.”

"This is an order."

"Who gave the order?!"

Theresus looked at Erlen without backing down. Both Imperial supermen remained expressionless, and the sounds of gunfire continued to linger. Death Guard's usually calm face finally showed some emotion.

"Commander of the Twelfth Legion, His Highness Angron's orders!"

Erlen drew his chainsaw sword from his waist, and all the war hounds moved closer.

"What do you want to do!"

Theseus stared at the pack of war dogs; they were committing murder! Murdering the offspring of two emperors!

"You can go over there, but only over our dead bodies!"

Oedipus planted his sword in the ground and stepped forward. No one could stop the plans of the Legion Lord and Prince Anglon!

They have already sacrificed too much.

"Death Guard!"

Theseus raised the power scythe in his hand; he did not want to become a sinner of the Legion.

"War Hounds!"

Erlen shouted, and countless weapons were brought into contact with the Death Guard, resulting in a stalemate between the two sides.

"Get out of my way!!!"

Until Angron's voice rang out, a wanton roar, all the war hounds seemed to have been reassured. They proudly raised their heads, staring at the wide eyes of Tersus and the other death guards, as if they were looking at the Abomination Intelligence.

The stabbing of Oedipus.

Hedgehog Chuka's voice rang out quietly.

Oedipus and Ehrlind turned around at the same time, and they fell silent. What was that?

The tangled cables formed a pair of enormous wings behind Angron. Even compared to this psionic titan, Angron was still small, but he was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. Flames burned on the cables, and powerful psychic energy filled the surroundings. Angron absorbed the emotions of those around him.

The melted cables turned into lava and fell to the ground. Angron raised the War God in his hand and roared.

Mortarian stared at Angron, who looked like a demon returned from hell. He saw the dense network of cables spreading across Angron's face, eventually forming a mask. When the crimson light appeared in his eyes, Mortarian witnessed a miracle.

Angron has taken flight!

Er'anglong gritted his teeth, feeling his scalp burning. Large amounts of steam were released, forming a white mist around him.

The key point is: [You only have three minutes.]

Teruhiko loaded all the modules into Anglon's mind, Guilliman's powerful logical thinking, and Conrad Coates's vision of the future.

"I'll take care of him in two minutes!"

Angron shouted, and cables scattered behind him like feathers. Lu Heng felt extremely distressed. Countless tiny energy sources formed an engine that supported Angron's body, but the heat was immense.

Lu Heng now has to use various methods to dissipate the heat.

Furthermore, during this time, he also had to try to break through the mechanical soul of that psionic titan!

As Angron plummeted through the air, the psionic titan seemed to freeze in place. Just as the axe was about to hit the cockpit, a powerful psionic wave emanated from the titan, and Angron felt a surge of fear rise within him.

But emotions...

[A decent food source.]

Angron grinned, and the Roar of the God of War slashed at the cockpit, creating an even larger gap.

[Motalian, there's a crack on this Titan's left leg that you just cut. Several armor-piercing rounds will be fired in three seconds; you need to cut it off!]

Ignore the shells! Run!

After Lu Heng made the precise calculations, he sent the instructions to Kahn.

Without hesitation, Kahn ordered the guns to fire. In the despairing eyes of the Death Guards, they saw the War Hounds fire several shells directly at their Primarch!

This is murder!

The deafening roar of the explosion made Mortarian's ears ring. The shockwaves from both sides sandwiched him in the middle, but not a single piece of debris hit him. Amidst the billowing smoke, Mortarian appeared like a demon, and then his scythe slammed heavily into the steel support.

Accompanied by the mournful cry of fragile steel.

Mortarian knew that his arms were completely useless.

Even so, he gritted his teeth as he saw Angron being flung away by psionic energy.

“Tenacity!”

he roared.

Crack! The steel shattered!

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Volume 1: Chapter 163 (Chapter 156) Angron: I am an aerial acrobat!

As the rapidly flying cannonballs grazed past the landing Angron, who was tumbling through the air, Angron gazed at the collapsing psionic titan and recalled his days in the Daish'a Arena.

This deep pit is the arena, where his valor was witnessed by his offspring and the Death Guard, and beside him, the Spikes and Mortarion!

They were all his fighting partners!

Glory, this is glory!

Forget about your damn arena! One minute and fifty seconds left!

Lu Heng caught the thought in his mind, and after the data was generated, he felt the screen in front of him begin to turn red!

Angron gasped as he passed over Mortarion, who stood motionless, his arms twisted in extreme contortions, as if they were overgrown.

[She's still breathing!]

Lu Heng's simple sentence made Angron give up checking Mortalian's specific situation. The colorful fireworks behind him gave him a roller coaster experience. He looked at the psionic titan and tried to shrink his body.

[I need more emotions! Just a little more!]

Lu Heng roared, which puzzled Anglong. Where was he supposed to find his emotions at a time like this?

"German! Heed my command!"

Angron leaped onto the Psionic Titan, dodging its final, devastating blow. Victory was his!

In the distance, the Death Guards, gazing at the still-standing Father of Gene in the arena, finally began to stir. Every Death Guard wanted to go down and bring their own Father of Gene back, and they began to gather silently together.

Kahn looked at the swarms of Death Guards, and he heard the latest orders coming from Gel. 〃8≯[＜＋

"are you serious?"

"Kahn asked."

"This is the will of the sovereign! Just do as the Lord commands!"

Kahn was helpless.

"Erren! See the Death Guard company commander next to you? Tell them..."

When Erlen heard Kahn's message, he was momentarily stunned. He saw the Death Guards advancing step by step, and he remained silent for a long time before finally turning his gaze to Oedipus, who was also on guard nearby.

He waved.

Oedipus walked over, and when he heard Erron's words, his face swelled up, and he took a deep breath.

"Are you sure, Centurion Erlen?"

Oedipus's voice trembled as he looked at Erlen and nodded.

When Oedipus silently approached Theseus and the others, he opened his mouth, knowing he would surely be killed by these Death Guards.

"Stop! Death Guards!"

"Your genetic father is... dead. After this is over, you can collect his body..."

Before Oedipus could finish speaking, he saw the Death Guards staring silently at him. Their eyes were like those of corpses, from Theresus to Garo to the other Death Guards, and a mixture of pain, sorrow, and hatred emanated from them.

As expected, Theseus's fist landed squarely on Oedipus's face. Oedipus took the blow hard, but he only spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his face became extremely ferocious.

"Let's go."

"Let's have a fight! It's not like we haven't fought other legions before!"

Oedipus kicked Thasus in the chest with all his might. Thasus staggered back two steps, and Oedipus saw tears welling up in Thasus's eyes. The Death Guards strode forward and walked over in unison.

"Death Guard! Advance!"

"War dogs! Defend the position!"

Both sides' supreme commanders roared in anger.

Couldn't you have used a more reasonable approach? You had to provoke those guys!

While complaining, Lu Heng absorbed painful emotions from Anglong.

"Where can we get decent stuff now?!"

Angron arrived directly above the cockpit and saw the Sentinel Cannon turn and face him, with countless cables wrapped around it. Lu Heng began to invade the soul of the Psionic Titan. The pilot inside the Psionic Titan seemed to sense the danger and began to make the Titan spin continuously on the ground.

[Hurry up and smash it for me!]

Without Lu Heng's reminder, Angron was already doing it. He used War Roar to frantically smash the gaps in the cockpit, each blow like the Grim Reaper knocking on the driver's heart.

The steel bent, and once a hole the size of a fist appeared, countless cables bent the steel directly.

Angron and the pilot stared at each other. It was not a normal human being, but a thing with a deformed tumor on its brain. It was Mrs. Arno, who was being conceived. Powerful psychic energy spread from its body, and a barrier of black, painful emotions blocked Angron's way.

Without saying a word, Anglong swung his axe directly at the head.

Blood splattered inside the cockpit as Lu Heng hacked into most of the systems of the psionic Terra.

The Blood Angels' fleet has arrived; I may disappear for a few days.

[Hopefully, the module for Unit 8 will actually work.]

Disappeared for a few days?

Anglong didn't understand why Nail would say that.

But he soon found out why.

A ticking sound was heard.

Angron heard this completely strange sound; he heard the human's faint breathing.

"Let's die together!"

.......

On the blood-red Stormbird, an Imperial demigod sat uneasily aboard the airship. Neither the Death Guard nor the Warhounds knew the exact situation of their brothers. A sense of unease settled in his heart. Saint Jeles, the Imperial Archangel, his perfect face showing anxiety as he gazed at the distant battlefield where cannons roared incessantly.

Maybe we can still make it in time.

Saint Jeremy thought to himself, but when he saw and heard the Stormbird's alarm, the towering pillar of light, and the indescribable, dense black substance, Saint Jeremy stood up in the turbulent cabin.