Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Volume 1: Chapter 194, Section 184: The Golden Angel! (4★2)

The hunger and thirst were suppressed.

Saint Jeremy thought that when the cold lines entered his mind from his wings, when the cold voice entered his heart, he could perceive the subtle touch.

In the ocean of the Primarch's and his offspring's minds, he could feel the restless, bloodthirsty hearts of his children finding peace, though he did not know why.

Data synapses creaked along his leg bones, his wings were covered with a layer of golden cables that shimmered with golden light, and his breastplate was covered with a dense network of golden cables.

Calm and peaceful.

The angels could sense everything around them.

Saint Jeremy stretched out his hand, and a red longsword emerged from his wrist as he stood up.

What are you?

Shut up, little angel.

I will not yield to you.

I have absolutely no interest in you or your openly discussed affairs.

Kill him, then I'll leave. You and your offspring have quite the strong bond!

Lu Heng continued to sort out those genetic connections. The little angels and noble warriors were always filled with bloodlust, which the little angels could sense at any time.

You go fight, I'll take care of your children's thirst for blood.

Of course, this is only temporary.

These two simple sentences silenced Saint Jereth instantly. He raised his eyes, stood up, and his golden wings suddenly unfurled, their broad feathers spreading out without a single feather falling.

The Holy Blood Guard II and the other Holy Blood Angels gathered around the angel, and they gathered around the angel III. The bloodlust that had troubled them for so long was now completely gone.

Even though the father of genetics didn't say a word, they felt his gentle voice in their hearts.

+Holy Blood Angels, Assemble!+

The Holy Blood Angels, like feathers of an angel, gathered together, weapons in hand, their gazes fixed firmly on the Primarch's enemy!

Attack!

The angels, with their crimson offspring, launched an attack on Macachen without warning, much to Macachen's surprise.

He lowered his eyes and brandished his scepter, strange words escaping his lips, his sharp beak emitting hoarse cries.

A chilling aura of psionic energy emanated from the surroundings, and blazing flames began to burn.

"For Sangres!"

Azkelon was on the left flank, his chainsaw sword shrouded in a bloody mist, the power from his father and his battle brothers granting him unparalleled courage.

All the members of the Holy Blood Guard brandished their weapons together, and a crimson aura spread.

Makachen had never seen anything like it before—a kind of rage, a pure rage and a crimson, thirsty power. For a moment, Makachen thought the Blood God had succeeded, but he soon discovered that these crimson angels were not only not blessed by the Blood God, but were actually supporting their Gene Father.

The Blood God's strike landed directly on Macachen's psionic energy, and his prized magic was instantly destroyed. Macachen stared in disbelief at everything before him.

The dark gods watched all this unfold through the veil. Khorne, the god of darkness, was overjoyed. It was not witchcraft, but pure power, a tangible, bloodthirsty desire. This legion seemed to have been born for him. He had bestowed upon it blessings, making it better and more abundant.

However, unsurprisingly...

Refuse!

'Your Highness Saint Geres, this is the First Company, Radoron!'

Radolon's voice rang out in the communication. Saint Jereth straightened his body, his handsome face so resolute, and a gentle voice came from the angel's mouth. Pure golden wings and armor composed of pure golden data synapses made the angel an absolutely beautiful person.

'My child, I am here.'

"It is a gentle voice," the angel said.

'Those aliens are retreating, brothers of the Death Company...'

Radolon hesitated at this point, as if he had something difficult to say.

'My child, speak.'

The angels were prepared for the sacrifice of their offspring.

'The veterans who entered the Death Company have regained their senses, Your Highness. I'd like to know if you have any leads on this?'

The angel looked stunned for a long time, then a smile appeared on his lips. His handsome face broke into a ecstatic smile, and he covered his face with his hands, his long golden hair swaying with his movements.

He felt it; he felt the offspring who had joined him.

His children had normal reason.

Did you do this?

[A little bit of technological means.]

Do you also suppress the desires of your warhounds in this way?

[War hounds? Is that difficult? I can't change genetic mutations, but I can only stimulate physical things with simple methods. The soul, under certain circumstances, is also part of matter and energy; I can adjust it using your power.]

[Want to learn? I'll teach you, little angel. Of course, you might not be able to learn it. Hurry up, little angel, after we finish this I need to check on the condition of Angron Unit 2. Go fight! Unit 9!]

Upon hearing Lu Heng's words, the angel slightly tightened his wings, and data synapses spread across his face. When the golden mask appeared, the golden angel was revealed on the earth. He gently fluttered his wings and lifted his feet off the ground.

A crimson longsword was pointed at Makachen.

"Alien."

"Get back!"

The angel spoke with haughty indifference.

Makachen stared in horror at the angel, his gaze fixed on the metal object behind the angel's wings. He knew that thing had disrupted the gods' plans; it was a ripple in the great destiny, a completely new change.

He laughed.

"Saint Jeles, do you think that thing on you can help you?"

"He is merely enslaving you, but we will not lie to you. That thing will become the shackles of your tragic future!"

"Embracing the ever-changing master is the only destiny."

The angel did not speak; He sensed everything around Him, the flow of the air, the hearts of each of His offspring, and the power that filled Him with utter disgust.

"Are you finished?"

Saint Geres asked.

"Now that I've finished speaking, it's time to send you on your way!"

Golden light flashed in the air. Makachen couldn't see the angel's speed; it was too fast!

All modules work together to support it.

Saint Jeremy felt he had everything under control, and the crimson sword in his hand seemed to have acquired its own spirit.

The Holy Blood Angels attacked alongside Saint Jeles. The Blood Angels and their Gene Father were now one, and every spell that Macachen swung with a roar was broken by them.

"Your death is near!"

Saint Jeremy roared and slashed his crimson longsword at Macachen's psionic shield.

P.S.: First update. I'll probably only have two updates in the next couple of days. I'll resume normal updates on the 20th or 21st. ~ Ling

I have to go out for another wedding this afternoon, ugh~~~~~~

Volume One: Three

Chapter 195, Chapter 185: Saint Geres: Quick, run away with the nails! Ugh!

The ghoul army.

This was the long-forgotten title of the Holy Blood Angel; its former infamy had long since vanished after Saint Geres' return. Even so, the genetic problem remained a thorn in Saint Geres's side.

Now this secret can be repaired, the angels know, and in time the Holy Blood Angels will become the noblest legion of the Empire!

but now!

The Primarch's gaze swept over Makachen's body. Under his watchful eye, he saw the expression on the face of this being, whether alien or demon, turn extremely terrified, simply because the Primarch had shattered his psionic shield with a single blow.

The crimson power released by the two Holy Blood Angels surrounded Makachen. As the space became chaotic, the angels lowered their eyes and looked at the demon blood that had fallen to the ground.

Makachen was panting heavily, cold sweat pouring down his body. He looked at the deep wound on his chest in disbelief. How could an angel be so powerful?

Didn't those two great demons, Kabanha and Kellis, severely injure the angels?

Why has it come to this?

Even though Makachen lived long enough, he still couldn't figure out this problem!

"Is this all you have?"

Saint Geres asked in a very cold tone, staring at Macachen as if he were looking at a piece of trash.

"That's your skill!"

A completely different voice rang out, and Angron stepped forward, his body covered in wounds, glaring at the angel. He gripped the War Roar in his hand and stood behind Makachen, blocking the escape route of this ever-changing demon lord.

The angel did not answer Angron's question; it was as if he had not heard it at all.

"Hoo!")∪Wu∶『Qi｛∨＼Lu;｜"‰〃SiXiuSou☆¤Suo）:

Heavy breathing filled the air as Mortarion, leaning on his scythe, forced himself to his feet. His hood covered his face. Even with all his bones shattered, Death had fought the entire war with unwavering resolve, leaving no stone unturned.

Typhon stood behind Mortalian, looking at him with a conflicted expression as he provided Mortalian with psionic protection.

"How long can your technology and energy last?"

Mortarian turned and asked.

"I'm not sure, I'll try my best."

Typhon said vaguely.

Motalian nodded knowingly and said nothing more, trusting that his old friend would provide him with good protection.

The trust between Death Guards needs no further explanation.

Makachen now finally realized the extent of his troubles. He should have waited, but who knew these imperial demigods would have such a backup plan.

Do you even consider yourselves human?

"Your father created you only because you are useful tools!"

"What is the fate of tools? They are discarded!"

Makachen attempted to verbally provoke these genetic progenitors.

"and then?"

The angel looked up at Makachen as if he were scum. Makachen couldn't see the angel's face clearly from under the golden mask, which made Makachen think he had seen an opportunity.

"You can only submit to the Lord of All Changes....... Target'焐六《＿△±三【→寺肆er月·)费羶："

"Why say so much!"

Angron swung his axe directly at him, but Makachen turned and turned the ground beneath Angron into a quagmire. Psionic energy flashed out, and the war scythe arrived in an instant. Even though Mortarion was already at his limit, the power of the war scythe in his hand did not diminish in the slightest!

Makachen dodged Mortarian's war scythe.

"All you know how to do is use brute force!"

Makachen roared sarcastically.

"A frail thing!"

Mocking? Even angels can do that!

The Holy Blood Angels had never fought so exhilaratingly. The most violent and savage darkness that they had suppressed within their hearts was now completely unleashed. Their anger was only revealed in a fleeting glimpse of fear when these Holy Blood Angels suddenly realized that their so-called flaws were also part of their abilities!

Azkelon led his team to tear through the psionic power set up by Makachen. His resolute face was filled with rage, and explosive projectiles mixed with blood kept hitting Makachen's magical barrier!

"You want to tempt us into depravity?"

The angels commanded their offspring to launch an attack as if using their own arms.

"Holy Blood Angel! Never Fallen!!!"

The voice was so loud that it brought tears to the eyes of countless Holy Blood Angels. They roared in response to their Gene Father.

Makachen watched in despair as his psionic barrier crumbled layer by layer. He saw Azkelon's chainsaw sword thrusting towards him. He brandished his scepter; he could not be defeated here by a mere mortal!