Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

One bad news after another came from the officers' mouths. Angron grabbed the War Roar, his brow furrowed. Now that the nails were resting, he was like a headless fly!

"Please contact Ge'er for me!"

Angron pinned his hopes on Ger and Korga, hoping they might have some way to re-establish contact.

"Your Highness Angron, we can't even contact the ships in orbit anymore, Governor Ger..."

'This is Governor Gale, the Warhound! Respond if you hear me!'

While Azkelon was providing feedback, the officers of the Blood Angels noticed an unusual direct communication connection.

That was none other than Ger, the governor of the War Hounds.

Kahn looked at his cousins ​​with disdain, and turned his communication mode on full blast. #8+0<

'Consul Gel, Kahn received.'

After Kahn replied, there was a moment of silence on the other end.

'For the common god!'

Kahn revealed the password.

'Tell Prince Angron that Korga has failed! I will lead my guards to rescue Korga and the Death Guard. I don't know what happened, so please be careful!'

"Tell Ger! Make him come down and take us over!"

Angron issued his orders: for now, only Ger could maintain communication; he could not allow his offspring to be in any danger.

When Kahn reported Angron's orders, Gol readily agreed, perhaps even he hadn't expected the situation to be so urgent.

"I have a bad feeling."

The angel leaned against the concrete wall, gazing at Angron with a hint of solemnity in his eyes. He could already smell the stench of blood and decay. His wings were shrinking, and countless illusions appeared before his eyes, but the angel paid no heed, for he knew that today was not the day of his death!

Angron understood the angels, and he even began to understand Conrad Coz. As countless fantasies appeared before Angron's eyes, the Butcher's Nail began to operate. Even though Lu Heng was currently repairing the system, the various insurance policies he had left behind were sufficient to deal with the current situation.

Both demigods simultaneously sensed that the storm was giving birth to an evil, indescribable being, something that was not yet fully formed, and was even attempting to break through the veil of the physical universe with the help of some greater being.

Angron and the angel exchanged glances; they knew they had to stop that thing from appearing!

As the command room door opened automatically, Angron stood up and saw his son, Ger, and another brother, Mortarian.

He saw Mortarion, his body wrapped in bandages, like the mummies Gutella often spoke of. He strode in resolutely, his face devoid of any pleasantness. Behind Gale stood Varis, the Warhound's think tank chief. Q

Varus's face was also ashen, as if the war hound had had an unpleasant conversation with Mortarian.

When Mortarian entered, accompanied by Tersus, the company commander of the Seventh Company, Angron went forward to check on his comrade's injuries. Angron discovered that Mortarian's wounds had not fully healed.

You should rest.

"Angron spoke up."

"Rest? Angron! The numbers tell me my offspring are suffering misfortune! How can you expect me to rest!"

Mortarion roared angrily, and Angron remained silent. Seeing this, the angel quickly stepped forward.

"Now is not the time for arguments in Mortalian. Our top priority is to find out what exactly happened!"

Saint Jereth stood between Angron and Mortarion.

“Saint Jerace, you are still so merciful, but this time you cannot use us as a stepping stone!”

"Your nobility is of no use in war!"

Mortarian mocked the Empire's angels with madness, which made the Blood Angels' officers glare angrily at Death.

"Mortarion."

Angron stepped forward.

He gripped the War Roar, the weapon beginning to hum, and stared intently at his demigod brother.

"You think it's only your offspring whose fate is unknown?"

"My sons fought alongside the Death Guards. Countless of my men died trying to save you. It was their honor, they died a worthy death. And those warriors whose fates are unknown fought for your and my glory!"

"You can curse me, but I ask you, why do you insult those warriors? Blood Angels and Death Guards, aren't they fighting for the Empire?"

"We fought side by side, so their sacrifices weren't sacrifices? Or is it only the sacrifices of your offspring that count as sacrifices? Mortarian, tell me!"

Angron gently pushed Saint Jereth aside and stood in front of Mortarion, revealing his wounds—the wounds inflicted on him when facing the psionic titans—and a look of sorrow in his eyes.

This left Mortalian speechless for a moment.

"That's not what I meant."

Angron interrupted Mortarion.

“I was worried about you, my brother, but now my worries are unnecessary. Perhaps the Holy Blood Angels and War Hounds are not living beings in your eyes. Perhaps all you care about are your own offspring!”

"Then... Ger! Summon all the hounds! Now let's find out what happened!"

Angron roared and howled.

He passed through Mortarian.

Angron gave Mortarian a deep look.

"I will swear on my life that I will bring back your offspring."

After saying this, he left the stunned crowd and walked straight out of the command room. It wasn't until the hatch closed that Mortarian realized he had inadvertently offended a brother who had saved his life. He quickly turned around, opened his mouth, and tried to persuade Angron to stay.

"He's gone, Mortarian."

Saint Jeremy sighed, watching the blue and white stormbird take off, and without the slightest hesitation, he took off as well.

"Motalian, I think..."

Saint Jereth wanted to persuade Mortarion, but when he saw Mortarion chase after him, he had no choice but to hand over command to Azkelon and then call on the Holy Blood Guard to give chase.

On the Stormbird.

"Kolga and his men seem to have messed up. He's trying to get close to Upper Nest to rescue Typhon. Also, Father, in another Nest, we've discovered beings from a non-physical universe."

"demon."

Angron recalled the creatures he had encountered before, and stared intently at the distant Central City.

When MD Nail comes back, he'll definitely electrocute him until he's half paralyzed.

"Get the war hounds ready for battle, we're in trouble!"

Angron closed his eyes, preparing for the upcoming battle.

P.S.: Fourth update. Just finished drinking with friends, played two games of League of Legends, and came back to update this fourth update...

Nine chapters still owed!

Volume 1: Chapter 174 (Chapter 166) Another one goes mad!

Ursulak.

Her origin is cowardice and despair. Like her origin, she was born from a war of self-destruction waged by humanity, which is called a subspace demon in the physical universe. She was born when the sole survivor of that world experienced this emotion.

In the darkness of the long-dead old night, she, as an unborn being, was pulled here by a great being. The physical barrier here was strong enough, and she was weak enough. It was precisely because of this weakness that she was able to pass through the warp unharmed.

She should have been the child of the youngest daughter, but betrayal was rampant within that palace. Forced to submit, she had no choice but to join the Blood God's forces. Fortunately, those powerful beings had no interest in the demons within a coward like her.

Ursula has protected herself well for this reason, and now she exists within Typhon's heart, constantly releasing her lies, deceptions, and malice into the heart of this poor bastard.

This extremely insecure guy even believed that she was his true feelings!

This made Ursulak extremely happy.

You are discriminated against, always have been.

Typhon and the Death Guards attempted to close the warp rift, but what was leaking out left them helpless. This was not something that mortals in the physical universe could close; the space was blessed by the Blood God, and Typhon and his companions still did not know what they were facing.

Ursula relentlessly licked Typhon's soul with her barbed tongue, each lick penetrating deep into his heart, attempting to probe his innermost thoughts and provoke his rage.

Typhon's ever-growing desires were her best tonic. She even discovered that this Imperial Superman harbored rebellious intentions towards the Empire and Mortarion, and she began to feel secretly delighted as if she had discovered some little secret.

Ursula quickly saw a Death Guard attempting to violently close the warp gate, and she saw one of her companions enter the mind of this Death Guardian.

It was easy.

This is a banquet, and she, like her companions, tries to seduce these desperate souls until they succeed and take control of their minds.

But Ursula soon discovered that these imps didn't seem to know how to lure the Death Guards; they mostly used their own power to forcibly pour their energy into the Death Guards' bodies.

The body of the first Death Guardian underwent a mutation.

The deformed muscles burst through the terracotta, and his body began to mutate, which terrified Typhon and the others. The apothecary tried to heal his brother, but the extreme pain caused the Death Guard to raise his scythe and swing it at his brother. In an instant, Typhon stretched out his hands, and the power of the mind burst forth from between Typhon's hands.

+You've exposed yourself, Tiffany+

Ursula said excitedly as she watched the Death Guards begin to retreat and flee. Typhon used his mental power to bind the mutated Death Guard. Ursula could sense that her companion was about to succeed; the Death Guard's soul was succumbing!

But an even more persistent thought appeared in that guy's mind, which made the little devil somewhat disdainful. The demons under the Blood God were really not good at manipulating people's hearts.

The Death Guards withdrew from the meeting hall and went outside. When the door opened, they were not greeted by their cousins ​​who had come to their aid, but by one after another standing corpses, these mindless bodies staggering forward.

The bolter and the war scythe roared and swung at the same time.

Typhon no longer cared about the astonished looks of those around him. He used his mental powers to wipe out the surrounding horde of corpses.

Think about how Mortarion would view you.

+A wizard, he'll burn you.+

You should kill these guys who know your secrets.

One should guide and persuade patiently.

This was exactly what Ursula excelled at. She awaited Typhon's reply. Even if he didn't reply, the seed in her heart had already been planted. Typhon would eventually become one of them. She couldn't wait to start imagining how she would enjoy this wonderful soul in the future.

.......

"This is your Eightfold Path!"

Kirga looked at Inzar Thales, who was so shocked he didn't know what to say. The ghost squad was desperately sending one dead body after another back to their deaths.

The barrage of arrows whistled as Korga chopped a mortal's corpse into eight pieces. A savage aura permeated the entire space, and Korga felt his own soul trembling.

0+ He was killed; it was all because of this Word Bearer that this situation arose.+

Korga noticed a voice echoing in his mind.

【What the hell is this?!】

[A demon? The sovereign is right! You fucking get off my machine!]

"And what are you? Are you going to be a demon too?"

【I am your father! 】

Theseus quickly searched the system. He could sense a strange thing inside Korga's body. He had no idea how the guy got in. He quickly found the antivirus software that Lu Heng had given them. It was a kind of emotional power.

Theseus immediately activated his antivirus software.

Korga felt his head start to burn. He didn't know if Theseus was trying to kill him or exterminate the poison, but he noticed that the voice had completely disappeared.

[News has arrived from Hypnos: Prince Angron and Governor Gol are leading warhounds to rescue us. Something is blocking our communications, but the Sovereign's network is still operational!]

[New mission! Korgar, find the Death Guards and bring them back!]

【besides!】

"what else!"

[Punch this idiot in the face!]

Korga quickly turned around and saw Inzar Therus looking incredulous, muttering to himself.

"This is impossible! This isn't the Eightfold Path! This isn't it! This is a lie! I actually believed a lie! This is impossible!"

It is obvious that the Word Bearer's faith has collapsed!

Korga punched Inzar Thales in the face, the powerful impact sending Inzar Thales' teeth flying.

"Tell me how to deal with these things!"

Korga gritted his teeth and looked at Inzar Therus.

"Faith? No, no, no, they themselves are faith!"

Despair filled Inzar Thales' eyes.