Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Mortarian stood in front of Angron, his scythe firmly blocking Rothigs's attack. The soil around his feet began to sink, and blood oozed from Mortarian's calves.

He let out a muffled, low roar, like a hunting lion.

"Angron exchange + exchange group: Fenwu, ≈绮%＜Liu＞,彡'∫)〕four°/!"

After seeing that Angron's attack had an effect, Mortarion shouted loudly, noticing that Angron was swaying from side to side as if he were drunk.

This roar completely snapped Angron back to his senses. Despite the nausea and intense dizziness, Guilliman's modules began to operate at high speed, which cleared Angron's eyes somewhat.

The multi-threaded processor begins to heat up.

[Quickly and decisively!]

As Lu Heng spoke, he retrieved all communications from the battlefield. The signals that had been blocked by the gods were now fully open to communication.

The moment Ge Er received Lu Heng's signal!

His feverish mind instantly cooled down.

"Varius! Cold, cold, cold!"

Gol roared as he swiftly executed every command from the Legion's sovereign. From mountains to plains, every potential point of chaos was reported to the space fleet, and the Warhound war machine began to operate at high speed.

On the Redemption, Lotara Salyn breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the new instructions. If Gel was like a high-speed machine, then Lu Heng was a super quantum computer, with each command coming one after another, and the future entirely in the calculations of the sovereign.

The space fleet began orbital bombardment, and countless gunship squadrons and even knights rushed into the battlefield. They were well-organized and descended rapidly. The Storm Legion began to descend on the earth. Their mission was only one: to rescue the besieged Imperial superhumans!

If Geer's command is to advance steadily and methodically, tilting the balance of victory in his favor, then the Great Legion's overlord would simply smash the game table and, incidentally, pull out his pistol and shoot each player on the head.

There can only be one winner in this game!

It's him! It can only be him!

[Unit 2 is charging straight ahead!]

Angron felt a strange, rhythmic buzzing sound in his ears. Soon, Angron realized that what he was hearing was the breathing of the planet beneath his feet, steady and powerful. Information from the surroundings began to flood into Angron's brain.

"For the Emperor!"

Angron roared as he charged toward Rotigos.

Rotigus was extremely uncomfortable, a feeling he had never experienced before. He could sense the surrounding space squeezing him, and a strange dizziness and booming sounds rippled through his body. The warp forces surged within him.

He could feel his chest closing, and his churning intestines were constantly delivering foreign objects to him. For the first time, Rotigus experienced the word "nausea"!

Mortarion forcefully pushed the scepter away from Rotigus's hand. He chopped down two flying Nurgles, then turned to see the kind little Nurgle on the ground baring its teeth as if it wanted to say something, but before it could open its mouth...

A crimson force descended directly from the void right in front of Mortalian, blasting him to pieces.

+Khorne! No! +

A powerful mental force surged through Mortarian's mind, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Angron!"

Mortarian placed his last hope in his brother, and then he saw Angron, having removed his mask, stagger toward Rothigs.

"vomit!"

Rotigus suddenly vomited all sorts of foul-smelling stuff, which inexplicably landed on Angron's body, and Angron also vomited as he ran.

The scene made Mortarian involuntarily gag.

"vomit!"

Mortarian gagged.

Angron slammed War Roar directly into Rotigus's head, and the latter, roaring, rapidly contracted, the warp rift beginning to devour everything around it related to warp power.

No, no no no +

+Angron+

+Motalian+

Rotigos let out a final roar, and with a thud, Angron fell from the sky onto the muddy ground.

[Gale's coordinates! Have the Hound's Fang fire in rapid succession!]

[Hypnos received, firing ready!]

After Lu Heng gave the final order, Angron watched as the buildings around him were bombarded into rubble by the roar of cannons. He slowly got up from the ground, still feeling dizzy, and scrambled to Mortarion's side.

Mortarian trembled all over. Was it over?

Motalian internal swelling ◆ turn: 佴<？ 啾〖」牭馓”悟→六÷柶心想道。

What exactly is this creature?

Mortarian was puzzled.

When he saw Angron stagger to his feet, Mortarion looked at his brother who had once again saved him.

“Angron…”

Mortarian spoke.

"vomit!"

Upon hearing what Mortarian said, Angron couldn't hold back and vomited everything he had in his stomach onto Mortarian's face.

Mortalian, tainted by filth, was astonished and bewildered.

"vomit!"

Angron vomited violently, and upon seeing Mortarian, he fainted from anger.

Angron!!! I'll kill you!

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Volume 1: Chapter 187 Leave of Absence

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Volume 1: Chapter 178 - The Little Angel with a Broken Leg!

"Brother, vomit! Wake up, vomit!"

Angron lay on top of Mortarion, his expression dazed, gagging and drooling, the drool landing directly on Mortarion's head.

The stench, dripping and spewing, woke Mortarian. The moment he saw Angron spitting on his head, he punched Angron squarely in the face with tremendous force, even though Mortarian heard the bones in his hand crack.

"Angron!"

Mortarian roared, but soon he saw Angron staggering about, and he had no idea what was wrong with Angron.

In fact, Angron had only just realized what Nail meant by "the aftereffects are greater." He crawled on his knees, the whole world spinning and abstracting in a bizarre way. The stars slid along unique trajectories in his eyes, and he even saw Mortarian sometimes fat and sometimes thin, his war scythe twisting like a snake.

"vomit!"

Mortarian rushed over and helped Angron up from the ground. Zero

"......"

"Are you alright?"

"Motalian asked."

"Oh no, the aftereffects are too great. Are you helping me up?"

Angron looked at the Mortarian, which was changing size, and asked with a smile.

"Yes, I received a signal from the Holy Blood Angel and your offspring up there. When did Saint Jeles go up?"

“I don’t know, Mortarian, I don’t know, and can you please stop turning your head up and down like that? It’s terrifying.”

Upon hearing Angron's words, Mortarian silently looked at Angron, wondering if his brother had gone mad.

"Go find Saint Geres, I'm still okay, help me there, ugh."

Mortarian looked at Angron, began to count, and finally came to the conclusion that Angron was of great use.

"go!"

"Motalian shouted."

.......

Evenly matched.

A formidable opponent, Saint Geres opened his eyes and thrust his short sword at Kabanha. The latter laughed with a hoarse, unpleasant voice as he swung his battle axe. The two fought back and forth, but in fact Saint Geres had a slight advantage. His natural agility often allowed him to inflict more damage on Kabanha during the battle.

With a roar from the Primarch, Cabanha retreated, picked up the barbed whip from the ground, and swung it directly at the Primarch's face. The arc grazed the Primarch's face, and Saint Geres twisted his body, his wings spreading feathers around him. Before the feathers could even land in the air, Saint Geres caught the barbed whip with his bare hands with lightning speed.

With a snap, Saint Siles looked at the long whip that was twisting and turning like a living thing on his own hands. He saw cracks appearing on his eight-sided steel hands.

"roll!"

With a powerful tug, Cabanha lost his balance. Saint Geres would never let such an opportunity slip by. He struck Cabanha in the face with the hilt of his sword, and black blood gushed out.

Kabanha retreated again.

"Hahaha! Little angel! You and I are the same! You should witness the glory of Khorne!"

"Embrace your true nature, and you will be bathed in the supreme glory of a champion, nurtured by Khorne himself!"

Saint Geres remained unmoved by Kabanha's words, and he sneered at the so-called leader of Khorne.

"Your delusions make me scoff. Should I find a doctor to check your head?"

Saint Jeremy's sarcastic remarks enraged Cabanha, who glared furiously at the angel.

"Then I curse you!"

"If you refuse my offer, then you'd better remember this!"

"I will destroy everything you cherish, whether it's your world or your offspring, I will torment them until they perish!"

Despite Carbanha's threats, the angel still shook his head slightly.

"This intimidation is nothing to brag about!"

Kabanha charged at the angel, arms outstretched. Saint Jereth's eyes narrowed, and he began to flap his wings. It was like two knights in a duel in Ancient Terra. The sound of black and white wings flapping was like the horns of gladiatorial combat. The two rose into the air and collided. Bronze and brass abomination armor clashed with armor forged from gold and ceramic steel.

With a whoosh, the longsword swept across Cabanha's chest from the angel's hand, and Cabanha fought back so hard that he shattered the angel's armor into pieces!

"You deserve to die!"

Kabanha roared and opened his huge mouth, the strong stench making the angel think that this bastard probably hadn't brushed his teeth in ten thousand years. The angel turned his head to avoid the disfiguring mouth, and calmly looked into those hellish eyes, where there was only anger and bloodlust.

Gravity pulled the two from the air to the ground. The angel used the hilt of his sword to strike Kabanha's wrist. The powerful blow caused Kabanha to release his axe. Then, the angel grabbed the thick chains on Kabanha's body in mid-air and nimbly stepped on Kabanha's chest. Before the latter could react, the longsword had already pierced the demon's chest.

The force of pain caused Cabanha to fling the angel off him. He fell to the ground with a agonizing howl, writhing among the corpses. The angel quickly stepped forward and pulled the longsword from Cabanha's chest. Just as the angel was about to end it all...

1. "Wait!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the Sulphur Angel's enormous sword was slicing towards the angel's head.

"Your father! He deceived you! Why have you fallen into this trap? It is because he abandoned you!"

0 "We won't lie to you, little angel!"

Upon hearing Carbanha's words, the angel instantly stopped his attack. He felt an intense pain in his heart. The tip of his sword was about to fall on Carbanha's neck, and the downward movement gave Carbanha an opportunity to strike!

In a fleeting moment, Kabanha wielded his long whip like a venomous snake in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity. His fangs flashed as he coiled around the Primarch's legs. Amidst the angels' wails, countless Blood Angels watched in horror as the Gene Father's legs were severed!

Lin: "You rejected me, my little angel. Now I'm going to give you a punishment you'll never forget!"

Kabanhar sneered as it looked at the Holy Blood Angels who were firing blasts at it, while Saint Jereis looked at Kabanhar.

"you try!"