Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"You win this time!" Qi

The consul scoffed.

Kahn and Kags remained silent, their loyal gazes fixed on the black bean sprout, and behind it, of course.

The Dark Eldar chieftain sensed something amiss. He brandished his crackling scimitar, and in the instant he turned, he saw Angron, his eyes rolled back, staring intently at him.

When?

The governor was puzzled; he had no idea when Angron had climbed up. Angron's massive body had moved down the tower silently, like a cat.

The consul was quick, but Lu Heng was even faster. He grabbed the consul's arm as he swung his sword with one hand, and with the other, he slammed the consul's face to the ground. Blood and the crisp sound of bones cracking rang out. The consul still tried to resist, stretching out his legs to clamp tightly around Anglon's waist.

"Bang!" A

Lu Heng slammed his head down again.

"Ah!" Q

The consul cried out in agony; his skull was shattered beyond his skin.

Failure, yet another failure!

Anglong stared at the Black Sprout Governor, who lay on the ground groaning as Lu Heng tore off his arm.

This race failed the first time they tried to assassinate him, and this time, Angron has completely set his sights on this slender creature.

Kahn and the apothecary stared at Angron. Their battle, which had lasted for about ten minutes, ended in just a few breaths after the Primarch Father arrived!

"Father!"

Kahn stepped forward.

Lu Heng raised his head, his empty whites meeting Kahn's gaze. The moment their eyes met, Kahn felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast. With a calm and silent expression, Lu Heng looked at Kahn while waving his hand and smashing the black bean sprout beneath him to death!

When Lu Heng stood up, he used a power axe to cut off the head of the black bean sprout.

He lifted the head of the black bean sprout, which was covered in Nukelia red sand; the dust of this foreign land blended with the corpse.

"call!"

Lu Heng was panting heavily.

He stretched out his hand, beckoning to Kahn and Kaggs, and at that moment he also saw the weak-looking Eunouchaus and Oedipus.

[Oenormouth!]

Anglon looked at Eunouchaus, who had lost an arm, and exclaimed in surprise.

Squeak!

When the elevator doors open.

Ger led the group to the scene. Looking at the scene before him, Ger was unsure whether to feel envy or resentment. Lu Heng patted Kahn on the shoulder and then stuck the black bean sprout head into the longsword of Oedipus.

When Lu Heng saw the arrival of Ger and the others, he stretched out his hand towards them. Ger saw this and slowly walked up to them, gazing at his own Primarch Father.

Most of the Primarchs of the Imperium have now returned. Tears welled in Gren's eyes. As Space Marines, they were human too. He reached out and grasped Angron's large hand. The Warhounds were constantly thinking about the time after the Primarchs' return.

now.

Gel grasped Angron's hand, and a surge of power followed.

Lu Heng pulled him directly to his side.

"Roar!"

Lu Heng let out a terrifying roar, and whether it was the son of Angron, the high knights, or the gladiators, they all surrounded him, and the banner of the Twelfth Legion was waved high.

"for freedom!"

"For Angron!"

The liberation of Nukaria begins today!

But... this is just the beginning!

Fight alongside the Primarch!

The warhounds knew this was the perfect opportunity for them to forge a bond with the Primarch.

The name of Angron resounded throughout the city, the slave owners' army began to crumble, and when more Twelfth Legion vehicles arrived, these bloodthirsty war machines completely annihilated Nukelia's proud technology!

But Lu Heng sensed a subtle gaze, and he suddenly raised his head. The moment his eyes met those of the dead man's head...

Lu Heng quickly pushed through the crowd, and everyone, including Ger, was shoved to the ground without warning. Just as they were wondering what was happening, they saw Angron quickly snatch Oedipus's longsword, grab the bolter from Kahn, and fire it shot after shot at the head that was glowing with a purple light.

"Nail...Angron! Enough! He's dead! He's dead!"

Oynormouth stepped forward and grabbed Anglon's arm with one hand.

He chose to keep the matter of the nails a secret.

[what is that? ]

Anglong felt his entire soul trembling under that gaze. He had no idea what that thing was. He could feel the endless pleasure beckoning to him, but Lu Heng's data waves were firmly resisting it.

Angron felt as if he were standing on the edge of an abyss, the only question being when he would fall down.

Humanity's greatest enemy.

【chaos!】

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Volume 1: Chapter 17 Now is the perfect opportunity to slay the Emperor!

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts so much!!!!"

Inside a room, Anglon lay on the bed, while Gel and Oynormouth helped him apply some medicated wine.

"Damn nails! Gently! Gently!"

While cursing Lu Heng, Anglong gestured to Oynormouth and Ger to go easy on his back. He hadn't anticipated that once he took control of his body, the soreness would make him want to use the most vicious words Nukelia had to curse Lu Heng!

But when he thought about how Butcher's Spike would shock him after he cursed, Angron chose to shut up.

He didn't want to suffer any more undeserved misfortune.

"Eujnomouth! Your arm!"

"This is the glory of a warrior!"

Ojnomouth said nonchalantly, "Although I've lost an arm, witnessing Nukelia's liberation is enough for me."

Angron's massive body lay sprawled on the bed like a giant bear. The sudden pain was unpleasant, but it also greatly benefited Angron, giving him a better understanding of his body and combat skills.

“The Nukelia government wants to negotiate with us; they are willing to submit to you, my father.”

While helping Angron relax his muscles, Ger told him about the situation in Nukelia. After the last batch of troops was completely defeated by the war dogs, they had no troops left. Even if they despised Angron's actions as a wild dog, when the situation was hopeless, they had to lower their proud heads.

surrender?

Angron forced himself to stand up from the bed.

What do you think, Ger?

Angron posed this question to his sons, whom he had only met a few times.

As the legion commander, Ger was both pleased and apprehensive. He was pleased that Angron was not a dictator, but apprehensive because if he did not handle this problem well, it would affect Angron's opinion of the War Hounds.

“Father, your command is the direction we should take.”

The cunning and shrewd Gerd threw the question back at them.

Anglon sighed and looked at his mentor, Eunouchauth.

“You are the leader of the war dogs, I am not.”

Ojnomouth also kicked the ball back.

Anglong stood up. The room was completely silent. Anglong looked at Gel, and he noticed Gel's fear. He placed his large hand on Gel's shoulder and tried to force a smile.

“I hate them. They treat us like slaves, throwing us into the slaughterhouse to kill each other for people to watch. I should hate them! Kill them! Hang their heads high.”

"They pierced this thing into my head, the Butcher's Nail..."

Angron pointed to the Butcher's Nail that was deeply embedded in his scalp on his head.

Upon hearing Angron's words, Ger was filled with remorse. He should have declared that he would kill all the scum who insulted his Father of Genetics, chop them up, and throw them into the fields as fertilizer!

"It's understandable that you don't know what I've been through, my... child."

Angron paused, pausing at the corner of his mouth.

A hint of tenderness appeared on his fierce and rugged face. Ger could sense that his father was not as ferocious as his face suggested. Ger found it hard to imagine that he could feel tenderness and delicacy from a rough man.

“But I know that indiscriminate killing goes against our original intention of liberating Nukelia. Someone told me that war is a continuation of politics, but then he said the following: politics comes later. I accept their surrender, but I accept the surrender of the Nukelia government, not those slave owners who deserve to be hanged.”

Ger listened intently to Angron's words, his heart filled with rage. He could not tolerate the fact that those who insulted his father of genes were still alive!

Whether it was slave owners or the government, Ger had already made up his mind.

"I'm entrusting this matter to you and Oedipus to handle together."

Angron then assigned the task to Geer.

Gel nodded slightly, his fist clenched tightly as he stared into Angron's golden eyes.

"My father, it is your will!"

Ger stepped back.

"Nice kid."

"Ignomouth said with some relief."

“Father...I…”

"Alright, there's no point in saying more, Angron! Your biological father is here, isn't he? You two should have a good talk. I've already taught you everything I can, but Nukelia is not your end, but your beginning. You have a much brighter future ahead of you. We succeeded, Angron, and I'm proud of you."

Ojnomouth embraced Anglon with one arm, and for a moment the atmosphere became somewhat somber.

Just as Anglon was feeling the warmth of Oynormouth's body.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

"Angron spoke up."

Soon a Silent Nun wearing golden power armor and a female Royal Guard entered.

"Lord Angron, the Emperor has been waiting for you for a long time."

The female guard entered without making a sound, even though she was wearing heavy power armor. Her gaze swept over Oynormouth and Angron inside the room.

"Go, Angron."

Oynormouth patted Anglon on the back.

So Angron followed closely behind the Silent Sisters and the female guards until they boarded the Thunderhawk gunboat.

As the Thunderhawk gunship slowly lifted off the ground, Angron gazed upon the red sands of Nukelia.

The crimson world inspired Angron's admiration.

When Angron saw the massive fleet, he was awestruck by the sight. The enormous Imperial Dream made Angron marvel at human ingenuity.

This ship is welcoming us.

Lu Heng conveyed this message to Anglong: after Lu Heng caused a huge disturbance on the Emperor Dream, he discovered that the ship possessed artificial intelligence.

Perhaps it should be called a machine soul.

You should go see your biology dad! My friend, you'd better ask him if he has the technology to detach me from your head.

Angron remained silent, listening to what Butcher's Nail had to say. To be honest, he was starting to enjoy the feeling of being talked to by someone, and besides, whenever Angron absorbed the painful emotions of those people, he no longer had to endure that pain.

After the Thunder gunboat docked on the Imperial Dream.

Angron came down.

He saw the Lord of Mankind who awaited him.

"Alright, Angron, that's all settled. When do you plan to start the Great Expedition? Tomorrow or the day after?"