Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"In the end, our brothers underwent flesh mutations, a small number of them died, and the rest went to seek support."

"Eurystheus has finished reporting!"

It seemed that Eurystheus had returned to the Redemption's command center. He recounted all the information he knew in one breath and then awaited his fate.

"Eurystheus, you and your squad did a great job."

Luanglong laughed.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Angron gripped the War Roar in his hand, and those around him could feel the fury in his father's heart. All the war hounds gathered around Angron, silently watching their brother whose fate was already sealed.

"It is my honor to serve you."

"I didn't embarrass myself, did I?"

Eurystheus asked in a low voice.

"No! Eurystheus, you are all excellent! I am proud to have you as my sons!"

"Angron said loudly, and he laughed."

"Kahn, come and shoot me in the head!"

Eurystheus heard Kahn's voice and turned his head to try to locate Kahn, who indifferently raised the bolter in his hand.

"Return to the Lord in glory!"

"For the Empire!"

Eurystheus roared, his final act of loyalty, as the explosive bullet shot from the muzzle. Kahn closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his father's emotions.

"Kahn!"

The eyes beneath Angron's helmet were bloodshot.

"Find those bastards and chop them up!"

Angron looked at the completely dead Eurystheus, and he was extremely angry at the existence in the darkness!

"Till death!"

"Angron said in a low voice."

......

"An entire battle group is coming to our direction to provide support, and many soldiers are experiencing thirst."

Azkelon spoke to Sanjeres from the Stormbird. Sanjeres was momentarily dazed. He raised his head and nodded. He seemed to have just heard some evil voice calling to him.

It wasn't just one, but several. He raised his head. Only the War Hounds had means of communication, though he didn't know what kind of technology they possessed.

The orbital strikes descended from the sky, the shells dozens of meters high illuminating the earth. ∞▲4≡々々≯〓≡婈儛肿转: He heard a guy's disdainful voice.

Temptations kept trying to assault his mind, but he always scoffed at them.

"Can we still contact Mortalian?"

Angron wasn't worried, but he hadn't received any more messages from Mortarion since the angel boarded his ship, which made him very anxious.

In fact, Mortalion was far worse than they thought, compared to the Blood Angels flying in the sky and the Angrons that fell safely.

He was blasted away by those demons to their lair in the distance.

When the fighter jet crashed to the ground, Mortalian's already injured body was further damaged.

Mortarian stepped out of the cabin.

"Communication is disrupted."

A death shroud came to Mortarion's side. Mortarion stood his scythe on the ground and gazed at the towering hive.

They were alone now, and the rain-soaked landscape reminded him of the mountain he had climbed when he was with his adoptive father.

Mortarian took a deep breath. For some reason, he sensed Barbarus's presence. Perhaps it was just an illusion. He put on his mask and started counting in his mind. Then Mortarian frowned. He had figured something out. The numbers kept increasing to seven, 777777.

This seems to represent some kind of allegory, an allegory of his good fortune and misfortune.

"Forward swelling turn ×〉: 栮鳩∽∥牭〉司■⌒∮】私！

Mortarian spoke slowly.

The death shrouds followed silently behind Death as they moved forward.

The roar of the heavy rain began to sound.

He's here.

They're here.

This time we will not fail.

We will be adding new family members.

Sow, sow, sow!

Rain fell, whispers arose, and mist began to spread until it completely engulfed Mortalian and his party.

The mist formed a chubby, grinning face.

Then dissipated.

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Volume 1: Chapter 180 (Chapter 171) Fearless!

The thunderclap fell directly from the atmosphere.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Angron noticed that the fog was getting thicker, and they seemed to be piling up. There were more and more alien corpses on the ground, and they had reached the elevator leading to the upper level.

Anglong looked at the rusty steel.

"This place has been corrupted, my lord!"

Varis walked over and carefully examined the area around the elevator. The rust and decay on it looked like they had formed over many years, but the residual spiritual energy told Varis that it had only been formed in an instant.

Some kind of blasphemous force had defiled this place. As the elevator creaked and swayed down from above, Varus went up first. After checking that there was nothing wrong with the place, he nodded to Angron.

"Varius, you and Ger stay downstairs."

"Kahn, come with me!" (Turn)

Now, Gale can't live without Varese, and only Varese can keep Gale's head from turning into a brain mush.

Seeing this, Varis nodded slightly and instructed the other think tank members to follow Angron up.

"Ger, communications and command are now in your hands!"

This was the last thing Angron said after entering the elevator.

.......

"Seventy-eighth!"

Koufas's hands trembled as he watched the surging demons. His lightning claws were broken, his battle axe groaned, and his ammunition was exhausted.

Their ghost squad had fallen into a trap; these suddenly appearing creatures had ambushed them, a disgrace to the ghosts!

The enemy was numerous, and Kufas had no idea where these guys had come from!

As Koofas became certain of his impending death, his superhuman mind told him that death was imminent, that he would die today, or if not today, then tomorrow. He brandished his battle axe and raced toward his death's end.

Most of his brothers were injured, and a few were by his side. How many?

One or four?

Kufas dared not count. He felt no emotion, no regret, only anger. He kept reflecting on why he had fallen into this trap and whether Prince Angron had received intelligence.

Is Centurion Korga still alive?

Since Angron's return, they have been constantly arguing in the command room about what methods to use to achieve victory in what situations. That is rational analysis, but at present, Kufas sees no hope of winning.

The enemy was densely packed, covering the entire mountainside, seemingly filling the entire city. If it weren't for the broken communications, he would have really hoped that Captain Lotara Salyn would fire a shell at this place and burn these evils to ashes along with him!

But that's wishful thinking.

Kufas has never been so excited about battle as he is today. Since Angron's return, the warhounds have tamed their nature, becoming cunning instead of fighting on the front lines, all for the sake of victory.

For the victory of mankind.

For His Highness Angron's victory.

For the victory of the Common Lord!

Koufas believes he will win!

The bullet pierced his terracotta armor, and he felt his flesh being burned. He headbutted the red-skinned thing, knocking it unconscious, and then pulled out his bolt pistol from his waist.

While the latter was still in shock, he pulled the trigger.

There's a backup plan!

The deep blue armor was stained with blood, and Kufas could no longer tell whose it was.

He saw an even taller creature emerge from among the aliens, his body bound in chains and holding a massive axe.

"Warrior!"

This alien could actually talk. The helmet on his head had long since been thrown away somewhere. He grinned mockingly.

"Call me 'Dad'!"

Linkufas stood still, with only his two brothers standing on either side of him.

"Join us and our Lord will grant you unparalleled power!"

The three vanguards spoke slowly, saying that the Blood God was very satisfied with these three warriors and had extended an olive branch, believing that these mortals would accept.

Wukufas smiled, raised his battle axe, and made a silent refusal.

Six-Kufas sensed it, sensed its rage, and unleashed a berserk aura as the demon vanguard charged forward, wielding its greatsword.

Kuras was pale from blood loss, his movements became unusually slow, and his breathing became heavy, but his mind was clear. He had experienced countless battles, and this one was no different from the previous ones!

"Kahn!"

Kufas vaguely heard Prince Angron's voice, but he didn't care that it might be some kind of witchcraft. However, when he saw the huge shadow looming over him, he knew it wasn't an illusion!

Explosive projectiles rang out from all directions as small teams of three Redemption Guards quickly cleared out the demons, which were numerous and resembled red locusts.

Facing locusts.

The sky flashed, and a spear of light shot straight down from the sky. It was Margo's Hound Fang. The spear fell from the sky and turned into dazzling fireworks. In an instant, these demons were annihilated and returned to the warp.

The vanguard watched as the spear of light, which had fallen from the upper nest to the middle nest, created an explosive crater. As a demon under the Blood God, he had never seen such a scene in his life.

With this courage, he finally understood why the Blood God favored Angron so much!

Angron raised War Roar and instantly severed his head. He gazed at the demon that had turned into red starlight, and then at his offspring.

"Galan!"

The pharmacist stepped out from the line and quickly checked Kufas's condition.

There is still hope.

"My lord! Get out of here!"

Kufas lay on the ground, his voice very weak.

Before Angron could even ask what had happened, he saw a strange, blue light emanate from the crater created by the light spear, and everything seemed to be reassembled as if time had reversed.

Angron watched this scene unfold, and only then did he realize that this was a trap.

A trap set for him.

“Ger”.

Anglon tried to contact Ger.

But turbulence appeared in the communication, and Ger's last communication also failed.

The warp grew increasingly dense. Angron closed his eyes, feeling the heat of the nails on his head.

That's human body temperature.

"War Hounds!"