Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"If we surrender now, we at least have a chance to preserve what belongs to us. At least the legacy of Lady Arno's civilization can be preserved. Do you want to see them break through this place and then completely destroy the world?"

Pissaria roared.

Inside the circular hall, all the other councilors remained silent. Apart from Mrs. Arno arguing with Speaker Wu, the remaining councilors who sat around the holographic images simply waited for the final moment.

What a show!

Hypnos's voice rang out, the electronic sound echoing in the conference hall. Everyone listened to the voice in astonishment, not understanding how this intruder had hacked into their communication system.

【Hypnos, under the command of my sovereign, your judge, I have heard your voices, and your demands have been recorded!】

The Empire accepts your surrender.

Hypnos's voice echoed throughout the hall, exciting both humans and aliens.

They looked excited.

"Hypnos... Lord Hypnos!"

Pissaria's voice trembled, signifying that the Union still had hope of existence, that they could still continue their civilization.

【but......】

Hypnos's words sent a shiver down Pizarre's spine.

[All we need is humanity's surrender. I'll send you a document stating that I don't want any aliens present when you surrender. Oh, I'm talking about you, the alien senator. The human empire cannot tolerate your existence.]

Here is a Bible. I hope you can follow our way and fill this place with blood and battle. The victors will rule the world again. Of course, it doesn't matter whether you believe in me or not; what matters is whether you can survive.

The choice is yours.

After Hypnos finished speaking, he withdrew from the communication channel.

Pizarreya took a deep breath. Everyone received the eightfold path of the Mantra. These mortals frowned as they looked at the blasphemous words, which were different from their civilized path and policies.

This is exactly what a cult does.

But things have come to this point.

Pisalia looked at the alien councilors seated in the distance.

He pressed a button.

......

Why should we stop the attack?

Typhon was very puzzled. He put on his helmet, the smell of rust on his body already making him very uncomfortable. He stopped Kolga from rubbing blood on him.

Look at you war hounds, so clean and tidy, while Typhon is almost turning into a barbaric warrior of a primitive world. Although Typhon doesn't know what Korga is doing, it seems to be targeting him alone.

"The world's leader is preparing to surrender."

Colga told him everything that Hypnos had told him.

"So, are you War Hounds planning to have those aliens open the elevator to welcome us up?"

Typhon roared, unable to understand why these war dogs were so naive.

"Hahaha!"

Colga's loudspeaker emitted a hearty laugh as he moved his arm and put his arm around Typhon's shoulder again.

“They are dealing with those psionic beings. You should know that those psionic beings reproduce in humans. This is evil. We need a list of the remaining humans who have not yet been parasitized.”

Typhon snorted coldly and pushed Kolga away. Kolga could sense that Typhon was extremely angry.

"Naive! Those tyrants should be hanged!"

8 "Die under the Deathguard's scythe! We do not surrender! We are here to destroy the tyranny of this world! Put away your naive hearts! You are not worthy to be Space Marines!"

Typhon's words were extremely malicious, and in the end he even said that he had failed the Emperor's trust. The ghosts all looked at Typhon with anger, but Kolga waved his hand to silence them.

Deathtefon was so angry because he was not only a wizard, but also the child of an alien and a human!

Even for him, this was a secret; he had to prove his loyalty to the empire and hide his secret!

Nobody cared about him, nobody ever did!

He was insecure and vulnerable, so Typhon put on a very strong exterior.

"Then please make yourself at home."

Kolga extended his hand, indicating that the war hounds did not want to cooperate any further.

Typhon said nothing; he simply swung his scythe heavily and turned to leave.

"I will report to our Legion Commander how you have failed the Emperor!"

"Would you like me to connect you to either Prince Ger or Prince Anglon's communications?"

Colga's words enraged Typhon, who turned and left immediately. He had never seen such a treacherous and cunning person!

After the Death Guard's first large group had all left, Korga signaled to Hypnos to remove his mask.

"How are the preparations going?"

I don't know if what that Word Bearer priest wrote will actually work, but we've prepared everything we need to. Although I have doubts about the warp demons described by the Lord, the Lord also said that the physical cosmic veil is strong enough that warp demons cannot enter here.

[Kolgar, all we need to collect are the scenes of the Word Bearer priest's blasphemy and Typhon's use of blasphemous magic.]

Although Hypnos said so, Korga's superhuman intuition told him that something was amiss.

It seems that a kind of malice is enveloping the world.

I hope it's just his delusion.

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Volume 1: Chapter 172 The First Ring”; si”≡亿］÷啾刢釟〓¤零搜〈'索№◎qun: Chapter 164 Broken! Seems like we messed up!

The elevator hummed, and Typhon stood at the front, silent like all the Death Guards, the moment the elevator doors opened.

Piles of corpses appeared before Typhon's eyes, along with spent bullet casings and blasphemous scriptures and symbols that looked very familiar to him.

Typhon stepped out of the elevator without expression. The hive was completely silent, the entire world was utterly still, the only sounds in the space were the Death Guard's breathing and the power boots treading on the corpses.

The alliance has fallen into internal strife, with aliens and humans engaging in battle. But what puzzles Typhon most is: where did these people's heads go?

Each person lying on the ground had lost their head, the cuts clean and precise, like a scalpel. Typhon led the Death Guard forward, passing the place where tyrants had once lived, a place where nothing but the silence of death remained.

The Death Guards shook their heads, indicating that there were no enemies here, only corpses.

Typhon keenly sensed the traces of psionic energy. A fierce battle had taken place here, with the aliens being killed by the humans caught off guard. However, the aliens were not without backup plans. Typhon looked at the exploded head of the Combine soldier on the ground.

This place has witnessed everything from firearms and psionic powers to a final, gladiatorial battle.

Typhon sensed the strange aura in the air, and for some reason, a restlessness arose within him—a restlessness that made him want to kill someone. He didn't know where this emotion came from.

When a rustling sound rose from the ground, Typhon instinctively raised his scythe, trying to find the source of the sound. Soon he saw a small alien, about the size of a baby.

A Death Guard stepped forward, raised his large foot and stomped down. As expected, there was no shattering sound. Typhon watched as the Death Guard was lifted up completely. That was—psychic energy!

"Fire!"

Typhon roared in a very calm tone.

More and more trivial sounds arose. He saw countless young aliens crawling out from all directions. He saw a Death Guard being dragged into the darkness by psionic energy. Then the sound of terracotta breaking and wailing rang out.

Typhon stretched out his hand, but hesitated for a moment before pulling it back. The Death Guards stood back to back, forming trenches with their own bodies. With each swing of their scythes, countless aliens perished.

But these young aliens kept coming, and soon Typhon saw the Death Guards being dragged into the darkness appear before them.

The alien burrowed into the Death Guard's brain, attempting to take control of him. The Death Guard, covered in wounds, used his last bit of strength to pull the alien out of his head. The intense pain caused the Death Guard to collapse to the ground.

Even the most resilient person cannot endure even half the pain of this ordeal.

Jutyphon didn't speak, and the Death Guard remained silent, just like Mortarion. They attacked, and the attack continued!

4. "Resilience! For Mortarion!"

Typhon roared, his heart filled with hatred for the name, hatred for the war hounds.

"Forward! For the Human Empire! For the Emperor!"

The Emperor? Just another tyrant. In Typhon's eyes, the Emperor was no different from Mortarion's adoptive father, perhaps even more powerful than that wizard overlord!

Typhon's mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts, and his restlessness intensified. He saw the tallest building of the Union and led the Death Guards in a counterattack and attack.

The battlefield of the tumor fragments was fragmented, and the aliens' attacks were intermittent.

Typhon heard the booming of the bolters, the sounds of thousands upon thousands of bolts, the sounds of burning all around, the Death Guards throwing out chemicals, and the scythes constantly waving in Typhon's hands.

The number of aliens is decreasing; victory belongs to them.

This is a victory for the Death Guard, not for your Typhon.

Typhon heard a faint voice, which he mistook for his own thoughts. He paid no attention and kicked open the heavy door. The heavy door was kicked open by Typhon, and a sense of death rushed out. The entire building had become a bloody playground. Typhon endured the nausea and walked in.

The slippery blood on the ground aroused Typhon and the Death Guard's intense curiosity about what had happened there.

Countless skulls were piled up, but they still didn't see a single person.

And so the group continued forward. The corridor directly ahead was pitch black, like an abyss. The Death Guards strode forward without hesitation, cautiously searching every corner. Apart from heads, there were only heads.

Typhon untied the head from his waist and threw it on the ground. He couldn't understand which god would choose a brain as a sacrifice.

It was only then that he realized that this place had become a site of worship.

It's such a pity.

The thoughts in Typhon's mind continued to resonate. He suppressed the sound, and soon Typhon and his entourage arrived at the council hall. The entire place was unusually bloody, and in the center of the hall, only a few humans were left drawing sacrificial array diagrams on the ground with blood that Typhon was not familiar with.

"My lord! My great lord!"

When Pizarrelia saw Typhon and the others arrive, he was overjoyed. He arrogantly pointed at the blasphemous scribbles on the ground, his eyes filled with madness. He began to ramble like a madman.

"The gods have seen us; you are right!"

"He saw them! He saw them! They're coming! They're coming!"

Pizarre roared madly. In Typhon's eyes, this guy was no different from the aliens outside, and even more ridiculous. Soon, Typhon pulled out a vortex grenade from his waist. This grenade could briefly open the warp.

+Yes, that's it! Blow him up, blow him up! +

This time, Typhon listened to his heart and threw a vortex grenade at Pizarreya, who caught it cleanly amidst the latter's blood-soaked teeth.

A subspace vortex tore him into pieces.

+See, it's that simple+

Typhon thought to himself.

'The Death Guard has completed its mission.'

Typhon said in the communications that they could complete the mission without the war hounds, as the tyrant had been eliminated.

As Typhon and the Death Guards prepared to leave.

He turned his gaze and saw that the subspace rift had not disappeared!

This phenomenon puzzled Typhon slightly, as it was a rare sight. But soon Typhon saw a beam of red light shooting out from the subspace rift.

Typhon heard the roar!

[Report this to Prince Angron immediately! We think we've messed up!]

P.S.: This is the third update. A friend came over. The fourth update will be posted late at night. I'm going to sleep now! ‰|《⌒‖

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Volume 1: Chapter 173 (Chapter 165) We're in trouble!

The end is near.

As the crimson power shot straight into the sky, Angron and the angels sensed an unusual power through the narrow opening. They felt that the entire world was shrouded in a thick malice.

The two demigods of the empire simultaneously felt this unreal sensation, and their communication was immediately cut off.

The commanders of the Holy Blood Angels all looked at Saint Jeles, wondering what kind of deadly weapon this civilization had come up with again.

"The Third Battle Group has lost contact!"

Azkelon responded.

"The first and second battle groups have also lost contact!"