Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

[The Primarchs are like birds in a waterlogged cage. They are birds of prey; you have neither restrained nor taught them. You have only seen the future, but the seeds of cause and effect have already been sown!]

Si Luheng, the rest is up to you.

The three emperors crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

wu......

Within the capital city of Luchao, all was silent.

The war hounds of the seventh echelon disappeared into the darkness, silent.

The first Dalian of Death Guard is also advancing rapidly, remaining equally silent.

Faced with the enemy's shouts, they began to spread like a plague, and every enemy died in the frontal charge of the Shadow and Death Guard.

They took the elevator to the middle level of the hive, where the Death Guard occupied a small area.

When Typhon wanted to launch an attack.

“My cousin, our support is on its way, I suggest you wait a little while.”

Korga's words puzzled Typhon; where could they find any support at this point?

As the Baroque walls of the obelisk crumbled, Typhon saw a squadron of Stormbird gunships line up and hurl Leman Ruth below him. The heavy, resounding impact of steel crashing against concrete shook Typhon's heart. The orderly and rapid movements made Typhon feel for a moment that the War Hounds were a mechanized army.

This is something rarely seen in other legions, and this unexpected delivery method is quite remarkable.

The lid of the Leman Rustank was opened, and a Nukelian wearing blue and white painted high-tech power armor emerged from it.

"Lord Korga! The Third Armored Squadron of the Seventh Echelon reports!"

The captain glanced around, and Korga then nodded.

"you......"

Before Typhon could even ask how he did it, he saw Kolga reply with a phrase he had said before.

"War hounds, always like this!"

Korga said calmly, as if it were a matter of course. He came to Typhon's side, accompanied by the rumbling of the tank.

[Did I do a good job?]

Hypnos asked proudly, but Kolga smiled and did not reply.

Typhon pondered for a moment whether the Death Guard could do this. It could, but given Mortarion's personality, he wouldn't equip every large unit with armor. Instead, Mortarion would only gather armored forces to fight the most difficult battles.

"Let's get started, Kolga."

Typhon finally sighed and told himself to be resilient.

"By the way, who is this?"

"The book that the Word Bearer sent you was written by him. He told me that in order to better serve the Emperor, I should let the enemy shed blood and wear the head of an alien on my waist."

"This is the Eightfold Path."

"Kolga said with ill intent."

"The Eightfold Way?"

Typhon felt a strange sense of disgust towards those words, but he didn't show it. He just stood there, staring at Kolga.

“You’ll get along well with us, right, cousin?”

"certainly....."

"I knew it! I felt you were a good person the moment I saw you! Maybe we can become friends."

Korga grinned and put his arm around Typhon, making Typhon extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if Kolga was trying to guide himself.

What's wrong?

P.S.: Second update, 9 + 4 = owed.

I've compiled the plot summary for the next episode. This month, I'm normally updating four times a day on Saturdays. ∵※si→「2ˇ@

What's with the 56 chapters still owed? Are you trying to kill me?

Let's try worshipping the Emperor tomorrow...hehe! Going to bed early! Emperor's Day...emmmmm, maybe we can do that.

Volume 1: Chapter 170 (Chapter 162) Is this a war hound?

The Warhound's specters leaped across the gaps between the layers, using the thrust of his jetpack to propel himself in an arc before crashing heavily onto the aliens and the parasitized humans on the buildings. Dozens of specters advanced along with the shells.

On the ground, the Death Guards gathered together for a rapid charge.

The armored squadron followed not far away, the buzzing of their engines sounding like a death knell for this civilization. Typhon soon realized that the battle was like a solo performance by war hounds. Enemies on high-rise buildings were crushed by the ghosts, and enemies on the ground were bombarded to death. This made Typhon feel like he and his companions were just on a sightseeing tour!

Whenever the Death Guards spot an enemy, the artillery fire from behind will immediately cover them, no matter how far away they are, or how suddenly they appear. The Death Guards measure the ground with their feet, stepping over the shattered corpses.

Until they encountered a powerful group of psionic aliens.

The aliens howled as they launched a suicidal charge, their mental power causing the surrounding buildings to be covered in frost. Typhon watched these fools who made no use of his abilities and licked his lips.

He extended his own palm, but hesitated for a moment. He gripped his own scythe and charged like the other Death Guardians, but he was faster, a faint psionic energy surrounding him as a Death Guardian.

Mortarion's hatred of witchcraft is well-known, especially after the Emperor killed his sorcerer adoptive father, who was a master of witchcraft. This hatred swept through the entire Death Guard, and Typhon, faced with Mortarion's loathing, could only hide himself.

The Death Guard behind him froze, but he continued forward. The aliens tried to control him, but they couldn't. Typhon smiled, his pale face bearing that smile as he charged into the aliens. Then came the aliens' roars and howls, and the shells that slammed around them.

Typhon cut all the psionic beings in half like harvesting wheat; their bodies were so weak, just like his.

In a few breaths, Typhon silently severed the last person's head. He didn't catch his breath as he watched the head, which was floating in the air, being caught steadily by a pair of large hands.

The owner of those hands was none other than Korga.

Korga strolled over, took out a hook, and hung the terrified head on it. He turned to look at the priest from the Word Bearers, who remained silent for a long time before inscribing some runes on the head that Korga could not understand.

"My brother, this is your glory!"

Kolga thoughtfully hung the cleaned-up head on Typhon's waist, and then casually drew a few symbols on Typhon's body that even he himself didn't recognize.

Although Guinzar Thales wanted to say that was completely wrong, his life was now in the hands of this war dog, so he could only swallow his words.

Typhon was displeased with Kolga's behavior, but as a cousin, he couldn't very well curse him for doing something so pointless and delaying the progress of the battle.

Looking at the ghosts above and the armored squadron behind, which one of them didn't cause the Death Guards to suffer fewer casualties!

In the end, Typhon could only reluctantly say thank you.

Colga could tell that Typhon's thanks were reluctant.

He could sense the complex emotions in his cousin's eyes, and he grabbed Typhon's hand.

See “I can feel it”.

"Lingerga said softly, pulling Typhon forward until their shoulders were touching," he said.

What do you feel?

Typhon was puzzled but remained composed; he was curious about what this war hound would say.

"Your inner pain and confusion."

Typhon's body trembled slightly, a faint tremor that Hypnos recorded perfectly.

I think I just sensed some psionic energy from Typhon, a very faint fluctuation. I don't know if it was from an item or something else.

I'm not particularly familiar with this type of module, but it might be our starting point.

Kolga looked at his cousin.

"You are a wizard."

Kolga's voice was very faint, only Typhon and he could hear it. After hearing Kolga's words, Typhon felt as if he had fallen into an abyss. His mental power was radiating coldness until the roar of a cannonball awakened him!

boom!

Typhon looked up at Kolga as if he were in a dream.

Korga was in front of him, using his bolter to kill the alien scum. Typhon suddenly raised his hand, wanting to use his mental power to kill this guy who knew his secret right there, but after hesitating for a moment, he withdrew his hands.

"I'm not."

Typhon denied it.

Colga ignored Typhon's words.

[The threat is gone; I thought he was going to make a move.]

Hypnos spoke within Kolga's mind. II.

Will Typhon make a move? He won't.

“Okay, you’re not.” Hiss

Kolga didn't want to argue with Typhon. He looked at Typhon, who was now covered in blood, the blood already dried on Typhon's armor, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Although he didn't know how this so-called sacrifice came about, Korgar planned to have Typhon help him find out.

The battle continued, with both forces pushing forward relentlessly. After losing the weapons of the Night Age from the Psionic Titans, the remaining Combine forces were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

Upon reaching the passage leading to the upper levels of the hive, the surrounding buildings had been demolished, and the Union's last stronghold was firmly embedded here, with countless smaller tanks forming a solid defensive line.

The logging guns were mounted on the concrete wall, but the Combine soldiers felt no fear. Their eyes glowed with a blue light, and the moment they saw the green terracotta power armor, they unleashed a torrent of ammunition.

They believed that victory would eventually belong to the alliance.

The Death Guards advanced slowly. After the first wave of attacks from the Alliance was repelled, the Alliance soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. In the shadows, unnoticed by them, countless goggles slowly lit up.

When the lightning claws light up, the silent slaughter begins.

The first claw pierced the body of the parasitized mortal, followed by a second and a third. The ghosts quickly took over the area, and both aliens and mortals finally began to feel fear.

The threat of death was everywhere, and corpses began to pile up. In the confined space, the ghosts began to show this civilization the consequences of defying the empire.

As the gate slowly opened, Typhon saw the horrific scene from a great distance.

He took a deep breath; he suspected that these cousins ​​were actually the war dogs disguised as the Midnight Lords!

"Fast, efficient, and spreading fear—that's how we fight."

Colga stared at Typhon.

Is this a war hound?

Typhon was skeptical.

P.S.: Please set a time for me to read the novel, around what time, and I'll just post it then.

First update!

Volume 1: Chapter 171 (Chapter 163) Surrender! We surrender!

"We must surrender."

In the Council of the Galipala Union, Elder Pisaria stood up and looked at the surrounding members of parliament, speaking to them.

"You are committing treason!"

A sharp shriek rang out; it was Mrs. Arno's councilor. Pissaria had forgotten his exact name, but he knew why Mrs. Arno didn't want to surrender.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, a series of deafening roars echoed outside the towering tower—the invading orbital bombardment. The hive cities that had attempted to provide support were now overwhelmed with their own problems. As for why their allies refused to surrender…√〈＆,¤∝ˉ柶○∈兒焦溜￠羣<:

It was simply the invaders' hatred towards their allies.

The fates of the two civilizations are intertwined. Pissaria felt that they, as humans, had done enough. Mrs. Arno should have perished long ago. If it weren't for humans, how could they have survived to this day?

"The Legion has collapsed, and all our colonies have fallen. Even if they hadn't fallen, do you think their fleet could withstand the firepower of this human empire?"

Pisalia began to speak.

"We can look for other..."

Congresswoman Mrs. Arno still wanted to struggle.

"Do you think the other councilors' nests can come to our aid?"

“I have tried to communicate with several hives, but all I get is silence.”

"Even the mighty war machines cannot stop their advance! Everyone present saw the monstrous machines landing on the ground! Our last trump card has been played!"

Pissaria's words silenced everyone in the room. The most desperate person was Mrs. Arno. They knew that even if humans could surrender, what about them? What could they do?

Waiting to die?