Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Angron raised the battle axe in his hand.

"Save your brothers!"

"Fearless!"

The warriors, including Kahn, roared in fury, vowing to deliver a fatal blow to these enemies!

At this moment, Kahn noticed something unusual: he saw the figure of a Holy Blood Angel appear in the distance and then disappear.

Maybe it's an illusion?

Kahn frowned.

P.S.: Second update! I'm a bit tired after a long day of travel back to my hometown. A relative is having a wedding.

I don't know why so many relatives and friends are getting married today.

I'll update twice first while I gather up some more chapters.

Volume 1: Chapter 181 (Chapter 172) Save Our Father!

Something is wrong here.

Saint Jereth stood on the land of Upper Nest. Although he was following Mortarion and Angron, he was the first to arrive here. The Stormbird landed steadily on the ruins, and several companies followed.

"We have lost communication."

Azkelon looked at Saint Geres and saw Saint Geres frowning. He didn't know what his father had discovered. Saint Geres was seeing visions, a premonition that belonged to him. He shook his head.

For Saint Jerace, these omens might be false, and dreams might be lies; all he could do was forge ahead and confront them.

Confront these so-called prophecies.

"Can't we get in touch with the war hounds?"

Saint Jeraces felt as if he had fallen into a conspiracy.

At that moment, a gaze caught Saint Jeremy's attention; it was that of a mortal chronicler—Elton.

Elton, being a mortal, gazed intently at the angel. Unlike other mortals who focused on the angel's wings (which were merely its appearance), he drew the angel's figure, red armor, and cold, stern face in his notebook.

“You shouldn’t have come here, Elton.”

Saint Geres walked over.

“Your Highness, this is my destiny. I am different from others.”

"My mission is to record everything about you; I am simply doing my duty."

Elton smiled as he placed his final stroke on the paper.

That was a solemn angel.

Majestic and aloof.

"Azkelon, have the guards take good care of him."

Saint Jeremy sighed imperceptibly, then strode forward, his wings fluttering slightly.

He saw the invitation, an unknown invitation, an invitation to the abyss. Saint Jeles scoffed at it. He gripped his spear, and the surrounding Holy Blood Angels remained silent, awaiting the angels' command.

The rain stopped.

The scent of blood began to spread.

Saint Jeremy walked forward without saying a word, leading his offspring with great strides. Throughout this journey, the entire Holy Blood Angel remained silent.

Until they arrived directly in front of the building.

The doors were wide open, as if the whole world was welcoming their arrival.

Saint Geres took a deep breath.

He led his sons inside.

Humility without arrogance, fighting spirit without pride—these are the virtues of angels.

You will be mine.

A faint sound arose, and Saint Jereth heard the savage voice and saw the creature tearing through the air!

But he went in without hesitation.

This is no longer his destiny place!

......

The rain was still falling when Angron arrived. He stared at the tightly closed gate, feeling as if someone had come here.

He tried to contact Korga, but the results were not very good. After losing contact with Gel, Korga's signal was intermittent, and he could hear roars and gunfire coming from his end.

“We’ve arrived here, but our think tank has gone completely mad. I don’t know what methods the enemy used.”

Kufas approached Angron and handed him a chain belonging to his brother who had self-destructed.

"He told me to give this to you."

Angron took the belongings of his offspring, and a strange sadness appeared in his eyes.

“Your Highness Angron, the space here has been divided up.”

As one of the think tank members stepped forward, he noticed that the area seemed to be divided into several spaces. If he wasn't mistaken, the root of everything lay within that building, and he could sense an evil power being born there.

"Whatever's inside..."

Angron spoke, hanging the necklace on his arm.

We must find them!

Angron picked up the World Eater Plasma Gun, and with a step back, he blasted open the entire door. He walked in with a sinister grin. Rain fell inside the building, and the corpses on the ground surprised Angron. They were the corpses of the Holy Blood Angels!

What are the Holy Blood Angels doing here?

He was the first to arrive, but the appearance of the Holy Blood Angel proves that his other brother, Saint Geres, was also inside the building, even earlier than him.

"My lord, should we go and scout ahead first?"

Kahn walked over and asked in a low voice.

"Splitting up at a time like this is unwise!"

Angron declined Kahn's suggestion, and the group quickly moved forward. They saw the corpses of several Blood Angels, and the scene was extremely bloody. For a moment, Angron was confused about what had happened.

As they rounded a corner, they saw a Blood Angel squatting on the ground, devouring the brain of his own brother's corpse.

The bolt pistol slid into Kahn's hand as he whispered the name of his seemingly insane cousin.

"Hi, cousin."

As Kahn spoke, his team formed a defensive formation and slowly approached.

When Kahn's voice rang out, Kahn saw the Holy Blood Angel turn his head. The expected battle did not occur. Instead, the Holy Blood Angel stood up and looked at Angron SOUSUo: "Universe $■Ba 2 〔× Umbrella‰∷℃‰ and others."

"Soldier, tell me, is Saint Geres here?"

Angron sensed a sliver of reason in the eyes of this Holy Blood Angel.

"Holy Grace."

A cold voice came from his mouth, followed by the roar of the chainsaw sword. All that could be heard was a single roar.

"For Sangres!"

The Blood Angel charged forward with bloodshot eyes, like a demon. At Angron's signal, Kahn put away his bolter and moved to the Blood Angel's side. He chopped off the arm holding the chainsaw sword with his axe and slapped it to the ground. Then the others pressed the Blood Angel to the ground.

"well done."

Anglong praised.

Kahn proudly raised his head; he had been to the Octagon quite often among the Ultramarines.

Angron approached the Blood Angel, bent down and placed his hand on its chest. He sensed the Blood Angel's angry soul, and Angron activated his mental power. Just as he had expected, the Blood Angel's eyes were gradually clearing.

At the end.

The Holy Blood Angel looked pleadingly at Angron.

"Your Highness Angron, save my lord!"

Just as Angron was about to ask what had happened, he saw the Holy Blood Angel spit out a mouthful of blood and die completely.

"Whoosh!"

"Hounds, advance!"

Angron sighed. He needed to figure out what the angels had done and how Korga had gotten himself into such a mess!

P.S.: First update, it would be great if someone could keep track of it.

On my first day back home, I got up, went out to buy clothes and go shopping, then had dinner with relatives, took a shower, and before I knew it, the day was over. Time really flies!

Volume 1: Chapter 182 (Chapter 173) - Reunion!

Saint Geres led his offspring through the passage, where they encountered several groups of strange red monsters. From the moment Saint Geres entered, he had not found any trace of the Death Guards or War Hounds, nor had he seen any of the alien corpses.

However, the blood-red ground told him that someone had collected the entire body.

Soon after, Saint Jeles heard the sound of bolt-action gunfire coming from inside the building.

As the angel led his offspring toward the sound of gunfire, he was completely unaware that his offspring were being swallowed by darkness. Even as the gunfire continued, Saint Jeremy judged by the sound that he and his companions were still far from the source of the gunfire!

When he looked back, he found that he only had a few dozen Holy Blood Angels left behind him.

Only then did Saint Geres realize he had been tricked!

But just as Saint Jeles reacted, countless vampires rushed out from every corner of the building. They were densely packed together, one after another, and their eyes were all fixed on Saint Jeles in the very center.

Yes, no one doesn't love angels.

Even if it's a demon.

"Form ranks! Prepare for battle!"

Saint Jereth roared as he wielded his spear and stepped out from the center of the crowd, annihilating dozens of demons with a single blow, his wings unfurling behind him.

Elton watched the angels fighting amidst the rain of blood, and excitedly recorded the scene. The Holy Blood Angels surrounded the angels, tirelessly slaying those creatures that resembled demons from fairy tales.

The think tanks unleashed their mental power, freezing the demons into sculptures or burning them into ashes. In the end, everyone had to step on the demons' bodies, and even their power boots struggled to stay upright on the slippery ground.

Saint Geres heard the rapid sound of bolt-action lances coming from outside, from the corridor.

"Charge with me!"

The angel lifted a vampire high, using the demon's corpse to show the way for the crowd.

Elton continued drawing, even as the Blood Angel lifted him up, he remained steadfast in his duty.

The Blood Guard soldier looked disdainfully at the dry sketchbook in Elton's hand.

Before he could even utter a word of disdain, he was captivated by the masterpiece of the art master, Elton.

"Well drawn, mortal!"

Elton did not respond to the praise from the Imperial Giant. He quickly turned to the next page and began to draw the angel with a pencil.

Korga looked extremely tired. There was no news of the ghost warriors he had sent out. When did they lose communication with Gol? Was it a week ago or three days ago?

Korga was unaware that the Death Guards were tirelessly trying to fight their way through, while Typhon was on a stretcher.

Now Korga was certain they had done something incredibly stupid. When they tried to get back to where they were and seal the door, Korga despairingly discovered that no matter what they did, they couldn't seal it, even amidst the incoherent rambling of some idiot.

That door seemed to summon an even more terrifying being.

Typhon, who was behind him, was the best example. After the Death Guards lost several men, they managed to drag Typhon out of there, and Korgar discovered that Inzar Tyrus was missing. After that, it was like a game of hide-and-seek.

The creature was relentlessly pursuing them.

It was like a hunter encountering another hunter.

Their people are constantly being lost.

Korga raised his left arm; his right arm had been crippled the moment he clashed with the monster. When he heard the sounds of battle coming from this side, Korga immediately led his men over.

[Your physical condition is not good. I've scanned the surrounding area, and that guy hasn't caught up.]

Theseus was of great help during their escape.

"Does anyone know which legion these soldiers belong to?"