Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Hahahaha! Sorry, my brother, I did that to you before..."

Upon hearing Mortarian's words, Angron laughed loudly, then slapped Mortarian on the shoulder. Mortarian's vision went black as he felt his bones shatter completely. Angron's heavy blow was like a collapsing domino, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Angron........”

An extremely weak cry came from Mortalian's mouth, and everyone rushed to his side in a panic when they saw him collapse to the ground.

"He was too tired."

After a brief examination of Mortarian's condition, Angron said.

After defeating a monkey-like version of the Psionic Titan, and enduring the double ravages of Chaos and Angron, Mortarion fell asleep peacefully.

"I'll take him back."

Saint Geres leaned closer and whispered.

"You stay here and aren't allowed to go anywhere!"

Angron grabbed Saint Geres's wing, expressionless, as if he really thought he was a fool.

Just as Angron grabbed Saintelles's wings, a data cable was placed directly on Angron's hand.

Angron felt the faint electric current in his fingers, and after a moment he grabbed Sainteles' wings. Sainteles hesitated for a moment, and before he could react, he felt a slight pain.

Countless cables detached directly from Saint Jeles' wings and instantly clung to Angron's arm.

The angel watched as the Butcher's Nail returned to Angron's head like an alien.

A stinging sensation appeared on Angron's head, a feeling that made him feel unusually at ease.

But at this moment, Saint Jeles felt an unusual panic within him, even a profound sense of loss. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then he saw the Butcher's Nail had returned to Angron's head.

His eyes were filled with disappointment.

"Father......."

At this moment, Azkelon suddenly spoke, looking at Saint Jeles with a look of despair. Only then did Saint Jeles react, quickly looking at the wings behind him, which were now completely bare without a single feather.

"A bald chicken."

"Angron said quietly."

Although the business was very small, Saint Jeles still heard it. His eyes were now very blurry, and just as Angron had said, the wings on his back were now bare, making him look like a bald chicken, which was extremely ugly.

“I told you, this is why I have no hair.”

Angron touched the Butcher's Nail on his head.

[The Blood Angels' medical technology is quite surprising. Their star map has been added to the War Hounds' star map library. I've also gained a considerable amount of energy, and I've collected the modules from Saint Geres. To be honest, it's better than nothing.]

[Oh, right, An'ergron, take Jukolga back to Si. Also, take this Word Bearer and that monkey-version V psionic titan from Si, to comfort Saint Geres. I'll go take care of the rest of the matter first.]

After listening to Lu Heng's words, Anglong...

Goodbye, bald chicken!

"German! Prepare the ships! We're going home!"

Lu Heng listened silently to Anglong's words, which revealed his low emotional intelligence.

He silently electrocuted Angron for a while.

ps: First update!

Volume 1: Chapter 199 - Punishment!

"The Death Guard and the Blood Angels are after our brother's body!"

Tell them! It's all burned!

"We are currently investigating those infected by the aliens. Most of the aliens have been identified, but there are still a few humans among them!"

"Continue the investigation!"

"Prince Mortalian and Prince Saint Geres wish to come aboard the Redemption."

Tell them that His Highness Angron is ill!

In the operations hall, Ger was constantly processing all kinds of intelligence. Korga was still being taken care of by Garan. With the help of Theseus and Garan's superb medical skills, Korga was spared from death.

But this matter is far from over. After all, it was entirely due to Korga's foolish actions that the three legions suffered such heavy losses, even though the Death Guard and Blood Angels were unaware that it was all caused by the War Hounds.

The company commanders unanimously agreed to remove Korga from his position as squad leader. Ger did not agree with this, but he did not express his opinion, nor did the other squad leaders express their own views.

The real decision-makers are the legion commander and the legion's supreme leader.

But after this battle, Angron returned to his room and never came out again.

Currently, Ger is still in charge of things.

The war room was noisy. Kahn sat at his desk, his face gloomy, handling official business, when Ger walked over.

"My brother, you look so worried, what's wrong?"

Gel noticed something was wrong with Kahn's expression.

“Those warp creatures spoke to me.”

Kahn sighed, which puzzled Ger, who looked at Kahn.

"The creature that called me Egil said he was the real angel and wanted me to surrender, otherwise the future of the War Hounds would only be destruction."

"Oh? If I could earn a Throne Coin every time I was threatened, I could buy the entire galaxy."

Gel patted Kahn on the shoulder.

“No, Governor Ger, you don’t understand what I mean. Those guys are very good at manipulating people. I can feel their seductive emotions. They can even present all sorts of fantasies to you.”

"You should understand that it is precisely because we are Space Marines that we can avoid falling into corruption, but what about mortals?"

Kahn voiced his innermost worries, and Ger looked at him.

"All mortals who have come into contact with these creatures have been isolated. To prevent these creatures from falling into corruption, the Ghost Squad has begun monitoring these mortals."

Ger spoke up, and then pondered for a moment.

“I have seen the report. Some mortals have become mentally unstable, and the pharmacists believe that these mortals should…have a dignified death.”

Kahn recalled the report sent back by the apothecary that the demons had a great impact on the psyche of mortals, with most of them already showing signs of madness, and even the Legion's supreme leader had no good solution.

Just as the two were about to exchange something, the entire war room fell silent, and both Ger and Kahn looked toward the door.

Angron entered at some point, and the war hounds all stood up and looked at him.

"Everyone sit down!"

Angron didn't look too good as he went to his seat.

"There are two topics today. The first is how to handle Korga!"

"Secondly, what should be done with those corrupted mortals?"

Angron gazed at his offspring.

......

"It's like a monster that stepped out of a dark myth."

Inside the operations conference room, Angron sighed as all the officers of the Warhounds watched everything on the screen, which was footage recorded by the Ghost Company. Everyone present was beginning to feel shocked by the existence of such a thing.

Those beasts were like dark souls stripped from terrifying myths; they were filthy and frightening, and even through the images, everyone could feel their gaze.

"The investigation revealed that Galliperlas never believed in such things."

"It was just that, by some coincidence, they chose to believe in that so-called god."

Angron briefly explained what had happened, then looked at his sons, and the officers began to whisper among themselves.

“I think that’s where Kolga’s mistake came from.”

As Ger stated his position, most of the warriors began to nod in agreement, following the governor's words.

“Discipline is necessary. It’s not just Korga; the entire Eighth Echelon needs to be disciplined!”

Gel's words made the officers ponder: was this going too far?

Angron nodded slightly and then gestured for Ger to continue.

“But my brothers, have you ever considered that this all happened because of a book of truth, if Kolga hadn’t messed things up?”

Ger turned his head and looked at the others.

"I can't imagine how many of these dark cults exist, hiding in the shadows, their vile beliefs concealed beneath the Emperor's great expeditions!"

"This is not just a mistake, but also a warning."

Gore then changed the subject, beginning to defend Kolga. The officers began to ponder Gore's words.

"Even with warnings, Kolga still made an unavoidable mistake."

Margo rose and first bowed to Anglon, then began to condemn all of Kolga's subsequent crimes.

Angron closed his eyes and listened to Margo's words without making any comment.

The situation has now split into three factions: one, led by Ger, believes Korga's sins are not serious; another, led by Margo, believes Korga needs to atone; and finally, the officers led by Kahn and Varis, who do not wish to express their opinion.

"Is there anyone else who wants to say something?"

Looking at his two arguing sons, Anglong asked, "What is the meaning of this question?"

"My lord!"

Garan stood up at this moment; as the chief apothecary, he felt it necessary to share his insights with Angron.

"Since this was caused by Korga, why not send Korga and his men to investigate the situation with the Legion of the Word Bearers?"

Everyone turned to look at Garan. (Dance)

Wow! You pharmacist are really wicked!

Angron rested his head on his hand and nodded slightly.

"After your discussion, we at Nail have decided to issue the following orders."

"Let those mentally unstable Nukelian warriors die gloriously in the next battle."

"As for Korga, let him go and assist you, Garan."

Upon hearing this, Garan's expression changed. "My lord, are you sure you're sending Kolga to assist me and not to attack me?"

"Hey guys, you're not going to tell Korga what I just said, are you?"

Garland asked with a forced smile, but he found that no one paid any attention to him!

ps: Second update!

Volume 1: Chapter 200 (Chapter 190) Gladiator Battle!

As the Death Guards boarded the Redemption, Mortarian breathed in the poisonous gas. He stared at Angron before him. The Death Guards around him were completely silent, as if they were corpses. Mortarian stared coldly at Angron.

He held a war scythe in his hand, while Typhon behind him looked at his own Primarch with a headache.

It wasn't just Death Guards who arrived on the Redemption; Saint Geres, draped in a huge black cloak, also looked hostile. In fact, it was he who had instigated Mortalian's visit.

The moment Angron appeared, Saint Jereis looked up at Angron's head, and Angron noticed the gaze, casually touching his head.

He came to Mortarian.

"Welcome from afar!"

Angron laughed loudly, then stretched out his arms and shoulders, wanting to hug Mortalian. But Mortalian was prepared for this. Before Angron could remove his own respirator, he pressed a respirator directly onto Angron's face. Physics had told him everything!

"call!"

Angron smiled kindly.

"How is your injury?"

"Angron asked."

"Thanks to you, it's good."

Thinking about the hardships he had endured these past few days, Mortarian felt a burning hatred in his heart, which was the main reason he came here: to beat up Angron.

"My brother, have your feathers grown yet?"

Upon hearing Mortarion's reply, Angron smiled at Saint Jereth, who gave a cold laugh.