Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

The unease in his heart grew stronger, and the angel ordered the driver to move forward against the shockwave.

The archangel took a deep breath. He seemed to see a small black dot flying rapidly towards him. What was that?

The small black dot got closer and closer, and soon he could see that it seemed to be a person.

When the impact was heard, an alarm sounded inside the gunboat, and the glass shattered.

I'm logging off now!

When Angron heard Lu Heng's voice disappear, a trace of pain welled up in his heart. Then he greeted the warrior with the Holy Blood Angel emblem.

Have you ever seen a trapeze artist?

Angron made a joke.

"Angron?"

Saint Jeremy walked in and looked at Angron, whose body was half outside and half inside the cockpit.

"Sanctus?"

"Angron asked, puzzled."

"Why don't you come in first?"

Saint Jeremy remained silent for a long time; he had never imagined that he would meet Angron in this way.

"Sir! The engine has failed!"

Oh, another piece of bad news.

Angron and Saint Geres thought of it at the same time.

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Volume 1: Chapter 164 (Chapter 157) The Operation Begins, For the Common Ruler.

The Stormbird crashed near a building on the ground floor of the hive city. The pilot of the Blood Angel was very skilled, and after the emergency landing, Angron was helped out of the Stormbird by Saint Geres.

Angron was currently experiencing excruciating pain all over his body. The nails were not responding, and he knew that because of his unreasonable actions, the nails were repairing the data.

In fact, Lu Heng is very busy right now. A large number of data cables were destroyed in the battle of Angron. Although he can sense the situation outside, the various warnings make Lu Heng have no time for anything else. He is focused on stabilizing the system, and he calculates that it will take at least half a month to fully restore it.

At this moment, Saint Jereth's expression was not particularly good. He had no idea what had happened here.

After conquering a planet occupied by aliens, they rushed here, only to have their plane crashed by Angron, the demigod of the Empire, the moment they arrived.

Golden armor clad his body, and golden hair cascaded around Saint Geres' face. Angron couldn't help but admire Saint Geres' perfect face; at the very least, his appearance could captivate countless young women of the empire.

However, he had nails.

"Your fight seems to be quite difficult."

Saint Jeremy spoke, his tone unusually gentle, and his magnetic voice made Angron nod slightly.

"A psionic Titan."

"Psionic Titan?"

Saint Jeles looked at Anglon in confusion. Anglon was wiping the bloodstains off his body onto him. After Saint Jeles noticed his little trick, Anglon chuckled.

The behavior of children.

Saint Geres thought to himself.

But looking at the miserable Angron, he felt no resentment. After all, Angron had just gone through a fierce battle, and Saint Jereth was not averse to actions that seemed bloody but were heartwarming.

The angel's wings trembled slightly, casting small shadows beneath its white feathers.

The archangel helped Angron walk forward. At the last moment, Lu Heng protected Angron. It was the Death Guards' painful emotions that allowed Lu Heng to gather enough emotion at the last moment.

The power of emotions is immense.

Although Angron looks terrible now, Lu Heng thinks Mositalian will look even worse. —∨肆℃

The blue and white stormbirds fell from the sky, and Gale jumped off the gunboat in a panic. Gale and Karn landed heavily on the ground, and they breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Angron.

“Ger”.

Saint Jeremy looked at Gel.

"Your Highness Saint Geres"

"You know each other well?"

Anglong was somewhat puzzled.

“Under certain circumstances, both the Blood Angels and the War Hounds are sent to the bloodiest battlefields. Even if we don’t say it out loud, people will always compare us, openly or secretly.”

Saint Jeraces said without any burden.

"So that's a competitor. Should I push you aside now and issue you a gladiator challenge?"

Angron made a joke, and Saint Jereth blinked.

"Stand still first."

Gol looked somewhat anxious. Captra said he couldn't contact the Legion Lord, but the arena was still there. Gol didn't know what the Legion Lord's current situation was, but after seeing Angron give him a reassuring look, Gol's complicated emotions subsided.

How is Mortarian?

"He was thrown away by the shockwave; Prince Mortalian won't be able to get out of bed for at least a short time."

Gel thought about the Death Guard finding the Grim Reaper several kilometers away. When the Death Guard dug Mortalian out of the ruins, Mortalian was in a daze, muttering something incessantly.

Resilient, resilient.

反正死亡9守卫没4有给战争猎犬8好脸色，而2战争猎犬4也没3有给死亡守卫3好脸色0，双5方停止了对中层巢都的进攻，开始收殓自己兄弟的尸体，但死亡守卫发现很多兄弟的尸体都莫名其妙的失踪了。

When they asked the war hounds, the war hounds replied directly.

"We'll return it to you once we find it!"

Enraged, Tersus nearly threw the chemical reagent he carried with him at Erlen's face.

After learning about the situation there, Ger stopped paying attention. The current priority was to keep the bodies of his brother and cousin as fresh as possible. He had asked Hypnos about this while searching for the Father of Genes, and Hypnos's reply was...

Theseus and I are still apprentices in this respect. The sovereign did teach us this technique, but we need a lot of practice.

So Gell decided to let Hypnos practice on the corpses of those Death Guardians.

Although it's cruel, being alive is better than being dead.

"Your losses are rather severe. How about leaving the rest to our Holy Blood Angels?"

Saint Jeles asked, awaiting Angron's reply, though it might seem like he was stealing credit.

"The situation on this planet is much worse than you think."

Angron looked at Saint Jereth.

He really couldn't understand why his brother was so handsome, like a finely crafted sculpture. Angron now suspected that the emperor had cut corners on his offspring.

“Ger sent the intelligence to the Blood Angels.”

Er: "The War Hounds have no intention of competing with you for that elusive honor, my brother. Perhaps the Death Guard might have some different opinions."

When Angron thought of the Death Guard, which consisted entirely of infantry, he couldn't understand what his brother, who liked rare poison gas, was thinking. Did he really intend to let his offspring tread the entire battlefield on their own two feet?

4. Saint Jereth remained silent for a long time after hearing Angron's words.

His relationship with Mortarian was not particularly good.

4. Understanding and the truth are actually just a thin membrane, but sometimes his brothers are often firmly bound by this membrane. Everyone has their own thoughts and understanding, and Saint Jeremy knows that he cannot impose his thoughts on everyone.

Although they were all genetic products created by the emperor, they also developed some strange and awkward personalities when they gained extraordinary powers.

Wu Shengjieles sighed.

"I......"

"I suggest that the Death Guards and War Hounds be grouped together to support your attack."

"Death Guard First Team, War Hounds Seventh Team, are all skilled fighters. At least we have honor."

Angron spoke, this was the last piece of advice Nail gave him before falling silent.

"Ok."

Saint Jeremy nodded slightly and placed Angron on the seat of the Stormbird of the Warhound.

So, can you fly?

"Angron asked curiously."

"That's tiring, my brother."

Saint Geres laughed and said, "This brother is quite amusing."

"I also had a pair of wings, but unfortunately they were destroyed by the psionic titans."

Anglong's tone was somewhat sad.

At the same time, his gaze fell on Gel.

Tell Korga that it's time to begin.

Gol received Anglon's orders.

He turned and had Hypnos relay the message.

[The action begins, Theseus, for the sake of the Lord.]

For the sake of the supreme ruler, Hypnos.

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Volume 1: Chapter 166 (Chapter 158) Acting.

In the office of the 13th Squadron of the Redemption, Inzar Tyrus got up from his chair as usual. He had just stepped out the door when he saw Korga standing there.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Inzar Thales looked at the Ghost Company warriors in the shadows and gasped. He had heard of the War Hounds, these warriors who seemed to resemble the Midnight Lords, but since joining the War Hounds...

Inzar Thales remained in his thirteenth echelon, not going anywhere else. Kahn even assigned him a task involving handling political affairs, which made him miserable every day. All his energy was exhausted by the heavy paperwork, but he had to endure it.

"Inzar Terus".

Korga looked at the devout Inzar Therus, and Theseus slowly opened. Inzar Therus looked at Korga, who was smiling, and he always felt that his cousin had some ill intentions.

"I'm."

Inzar Terujus nodded slightly. He hadn't done anything strange, so Inzar Terujus couldn't understand why Kolga would look for him.

When he saw Kolga pull out the Book of Truth, his eyes narrowed sharply, and a fake smile appeared on his lips. He was very skilled at this kind of smile, whether dealing with mortal believers or his own brothers.

He's faking a smile at you, you bastard. Can't you just punch him in the face? I find it disgusting.

Theseus said to Kolga.

Korga looked at Inzar Therus without changing his expression.