Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Saint Jeremy finally relented, sighing as he looked toward Anglon.

Why not listen to its thoughts?

'Anything Angron gave you, I can give you too, as long as you stay with the Blood Angels! I can do better than Angron!'

Saint Jeremy spoke frantically to Lu Heng in his mind.

At this moment, Lu Heng had no interest in Saint Jeles. The main reason he remained silent was that he was infiltrating the Holy Blood Angels' ships and frantically downloading data.

What do you think?

"Then what do you think distinguishes you from those believers? A great angel?"

Lu Heng countered with a question.

ps: First update,

One more chapter to go! After that, it'll be back to four chapters a day, and I can start giving out votes! I'm exhausted~

Chapter 1:

Chapter 197, Chapter 187: Anglong: Fourth brother, do you know why I'm bald? △〃】

Saint Jeremy fell silent after hearing Lu Heng's words. Just moments ago, he had felt that he had brought hope to his offspring, and he had even considered having a good fight with Angron.

But after Lu Heng's reminder, he instantly realized that he had been blinded by the darkness within his own heart.

'My offspring........'

[Bloodthirst, of course I know. This generation of Holy Blood Angels is already capable of suppressing their inner desires. As for the next generation, they will certainly still have that problem. You should know what technology the Emperor used when he created you.]

This is not your fault, nor the Emperor's. This is all I can do; there is nothing more I can do.

'But you can save me.......'

"Without me, would you willingly watch your offspring degenerate?"

【Saint Jeles, you are too obsessed with my power. You can reject those things, but why did you accept me?】

Because you're so easy to use!

If I had known about this technology earlier, why would I have hidden these secrets for my legion?

At this moment, the data cables on Saint Jereth dimmed. He took a deep breath. He had thought he had escaped Hell, but from the mechanical creation's reply, Saint Jereth understood that he had only temporarily escaped it.

Saint Jejus remained silent. ¤Nine &◆4Three▲Five＝▲SixSousuo:

His mind was completely blank. When Ger came over and handed him a small megaphone, Saint Jereth looked at the warhound's governor with suspicion.

"Plug it in."

Gel gestured to Saint Geres, and Azkelon walked over with a disgruntled expression, taking the horn from his cousin Gel's hand.

As Saint Geres took the megaphone from Azkelon and waited for Butcher's Nail to extend its data synapses, as time slowly passed, Angron and Saint Geres noticed that Butcher's Nail remained motionless.

What was Lu Heng doing? In addition to downloading the tactics and data of the Holy Blood Angels, he was also trying to probe the spiritual world of the angels.

Deep within Saint Jeremy's mind, Lu Heng sensed a darkness.

It was a darkness deeper than Conrad Coates's, which Saint Jereth buried deep within his heart. It was a scar on his soul, so profound that even Lu Heng was amazed. It was a blood-red rage, an extreme desire, and those strange and bizarre cravings. Lu Heng couldn't help but wonder how an angel could suppress such things.

Angels are loving, but fallen angels are cruel and filled with rage.

Lu Heng secretly observed Saint Jeles' spiritual world. In this boundless spiritual realm, these things were like thick blood, slowly undulating, each surge representing intense anger and rage!

This is destruction. If it is released, Lu Heng is certain that the entire Holy Blood Heaven will be dragged into the Avici Hell along with Saint Jeles.

So now everything belongs to him.

Lu Heng thought to himself.

To some extent, this can be considered an emotion, and it might even be a good one. Lu Heng could only accept it with a smile.

Regardless of whether this was the work of the Dark Gods or the Emperor, Lu Heng expressed his admiration for their idiotic behavior!

Saint Jeremy stood there, somewhat at a loss. In contrast to the bewildered angel, Anglon was uneasy, and this unease lasted for several minutes.

Motalian was starting to lose his temper; he felt like his two brothers were making fun of him.

"Angron, if you don't like it, just take off Saint Geres' wings directly."

"Motalian scoffed."

Immediately after Mortarian finished speaking, they saw Saint Jereth cover her head, and Angron immediately assumed that Saint Jereth was faking unconsciousness.

But he quickly sensed the ignited rage within Saint Geres's emotions. He narrowed his eyes, noticing the power of that emotion being absorbed by the Butcher's Nail, and hurried over.

The Holy Blood Guard stood in front of Angron.

"Get out of here, you little red paper doll!"

Angron waved his hand, shoving the entire Holy Blood Guard aside.

Even so, Azkelon remained unmoved before the Imperial demigod. Although he didn't know what had happened to Saint Geres, his intuition told him that it might be a good thing.

"My Lord Yu Han: Ba Wu—=Qi*々Liu∩Lu San Si [He, let you get up!]"

Gel approached Azkelon, grabbed the Blood Guard's arm that only emitted light, and pulled him aside.

Azkelon tried to break free.

'Hypnos'

Ger said to his nail in his mind.

Without a word, Hypnos hacked into Azkelon's power unit and began electrotherapy on his cousin. The moment the powerful current surged into Azkelon's body, the commander immediately realized that Gel was up to no good. He wanted to warn him, but before he could finish speaking, he felt the weight of his power armor pressing down on him.

mean!!!!!

Azkelon's flushed face indicated that he was in a bad state.

Angron arrived unimpeded beside Saint Geres, while Mortarion, standing not far away, gave Typhon a wink.

That means if Angron and Saint Jereth start fighting, you and I will go up and stop them.

Typhon looked at Mortarian with a puzzled expression.

Are you kidding me?

You and I should go stop them? If I really go, Angron will beat me to a pulp!

However, things weren't as bad as Mortarian had imagined.

Angron grasped Saint Geres's hand with a worried expression.

He was trying to soothe the darkness in the angel's heart.

'Angron Search QUN：√∠▲?※↑陑∵″肆÷≠∧』Ling∶_Your Highness, the Lord says it will take another hour.'

According to Gel's communications channel.

After hearing what Ger said, his eyes darted around for a moment.

"My brother! How are you feeling now?"

Angron asked, and Saint Jereth felt inexplicably refreshed. Although he had been a little dizzy just now, the sudden change in Angron's attitude made him feel that something was wrong.

"I'm fine, Angron. You really can't give this to me?"

“My legion desperately needs this.”

Angron could hear a hint of pleading in Saint Geres's voice, so he took Saint Geres's arm with a forced smile.

“You can ask your father for one.”

As for whether the Emperor has Angron, that's unknown.

When Saint Jereus heard Anglon say this, he knew that he would ultimately not be able to keep this thing.

Falling out with his brother was ultimately not what he wanted to see.

"Then now I..."

[Stop him from Angron, I'll teach you some talking techniques!]

Angron pressed down on the angel's shoulder.

“Saint Jerace, my brother, do you know why I have no hair?”

Saint Jerace felt inexplicably uneasy upon hearing this.

"what do you mean?"

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Volume 18: Chapter 51978, Chapter 1688: Seeing the Bald Chicken Again and Again! (4 ≈ 4 < 2 ˇ)

Time passes minute by minute.

Angron's patience was wearing thin, and he frowned solemnly.

He gripped Saint Geres's arm tightly with both hands, as if afraid that the guy would suddenly turn around and fly straight into the sky.

"What do you mean?"

Saint Jeremy's expression shifted slightly. He glanced discreetly at his pure golden wings, which were completely covered by golden cables, not a single feather visible. He felt a little dizzy.

"literal meaning."

Angron looked at Saint Geres and a slight smile appeared on his lips. So what if someone has hair? It doesn't necessarily mean they have to have hair!

Mortarian approached, muttering numbers to himself before narrowing his eyes. Soon, as if he had noticed something, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Even after the evil aliens had been driven out of this world, Angron's expression did not relax. He had seen these creatures many times before. While calculating the time, he looked at the Word Bearer on the ground.

Inzar Thales knelt on the ground, muttering to himself. His demeanor became sinister, as if he wanted to hide himself in the darkness and not be discovered by others. His eyes drooped, and his mind began to wander into his own thoughts.

"Those who cherish words."

"Angron spoke up."

“Sanctus, Mortarian, how much do you know about our brother?”

Angron's face was very gloomy. He had never imagined that such a doctrine of belief in aliens would appear in his brother's legion. As it stands, Inzal Tharus is probably mostly deceiving people. But for a priest of one legion to be sent to another legion is enough to show that Inzal Tharus represents the elite group of Word Bearers who may be facing corruption at any time.

"We might report this to Terra."

Mortarian walked over and gently lifted Inzar Tyrus's body with his scythe. He stared at the Word Bearer, a liar who, according to Angron, was the one who had led them to this predicament!

"Brothers! We can't report this to Terra!"

Saint Jeremy rejected Mortarion's proposal, knowing that if it were reported to Terra, the Empire would investigate the Word Bearers, and if anything were found, an entire legion would be wiped off the Empire's history.

The mortals of the War Council regarding the Space Marines...

Having thought of this, Saint Jeremy dared not think any further.

Just like how he never dared to delve into the pair of wings on his back, because he didn't know if those wings were a momentary mistake by the emperor, and he was filled with panic.

"Galan!"

Angron called out to the Legion's chief apothecary.

Garan raised his head; he was now beside Korga.

"Take Korga back to the Redemption and treat him!"

Angron snorted coldly. He knew that this matter was definitely related to his son. Even so, Angron had no intention of bringing him out for trial. At least his son should be tried by the legion's own people.

"Those who cherish words!"

Angloon's eyes flashed with rage. Nine

"I think we need to have a serious talk with Luo Jia." Si

At this moment, Angron looked at Mortarion.

"My brother, how are you feeling now?"

Mortarian snorted coldly.

"Keep an eye on your own people. I'm not that fragile! Since you don't want to expose the matter of the Word Bearers, I suggest you clean this place up!"

Mortarian retracted the scythe from his hand.

*Smack!*