Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"You don't need to worry about that."

Saint Jeles was not in a good mood at all. Without its feathers, Saint Jeles' wings were exceptionally ugly. Beneath any bright and beautiful surface, there may be ugliness.

"Alright, I suggest you don't come to the War Hounds' area for a while. I'm afraid it might damage your image, brother!"

Angron had no liking for this brother who wanted to steal his nails, but he still subtly gave him the order to leave, but Saint Jereth acted as if he hadn't heard him.

“My brothers, the War Hounds have presented you with the solution of the civilization of Galipalas, so tell me, what is the purpose of your visit?”

"beat you!"

Mortarian held his scythe in mid-air towards Angron, who was instantly amused and exasperated by Mortarian's words.

"Hahaha! You're joking, aren't you? We're brothers, it's not good for us to fight!"

"I wonder if war hounds are kept in octagonal cages?"

"I am," Mortarian said coldly. He took out a finely packaged bottle of Barbarusian specialty liquor and tossed it to Angron. Angron caught the liquor in mid-air, popped the cap open, and gulped it down.

The moment the liquor flowed down Angron's throat, he sensed a deadly poison within it—a deadly poison to mortals, but to him...

"good!":

Angron agreed!

[Want some cheat codes?] Wu

"Exactly what I want!"

Angron responded to Nail while replying to Angron: If you can cheat, why not?

"War hounds! Welcome, brothers!" (Sulfur)

Angron roared, accompanied by the excited howls of the war hounds, and Mortarion and Saint-Jealous exchanged a glance.

"Follow me!"

Angron strode directly toward the arena inside the ship.

Mortarian and Saint Geres followed behind Angron as they walked through the Hall of Triumph, where countless honors of the Warhounds were revered and commemorated. Countless banners lay still, some from before Angron's return, others from after his return. Saint Geres even saw the banners of the Ultramarines and the Night Lords, representing the Warhounds and their friendship.

The group arrived at a hall that was spotless. Warhounds watched their cousins. The octagonal cage in the center of the hall was marked with the insignia of the three legions, which surprised the Imperial demigods. They had never imagined that Angron would pay such attention to detail.

In the middle of this, Angron stopped at the edge of the central circle of the octagon. The surrounding lights came on, and he smiled and turned back to look at Mortarion.

"I thought you should be more mature."

"Motalian, I know your legion has a technology called something like 'numbers'."

"Numerology".

Mortarian frowned. Although he didn't know how Angron knew about his technology, he didn't delve into it.

"Battle requires leverage."

Angron spread out his hands.

"what do you want?"

"Teach me numerology!"

Anglong replied with a smile.

"What will I get in return?"

There was nothing wrong with Mortarion teaching Angron what he was proud of, but what could the Warhounds possibly offer him?

He looked around. He had no interest in the Butcher's Nail that Saint Geres was so obsessed with; he just wanted to beat up Angron!

"I'll personally clean your toilets for a week!"

Upon hearing Angron's words, Mortarion's calm heart skipped a beat. He looked at Angron, wondering if Angron was joking.

"Angron, I'll fight you too. You put that thing on your head..."

Forwarded: "Baldy chicken! I don't welcome you!"

When Anglon heard that the angels also wanted to fight him, he directly stretched out his finger, angrily signaling the angels to leave. Although the Holy Blood Angels were furious at Anglon's behavior, Saint Jeles waved his palm, signaling his offspring to calm down.

Are you sure?

"Uncle Mortarian asked."

"of course."

Angron raised his head. As for whether he would lose?

Angron never imagined he would lose! You see, Nail had been talking about Motarian's so-called numerology for a long time, and now that Motarian had come knocking on his door, how could he let Motarian leave so easily!

Si: "Okay!"

Mortarian's voice rang out as he raised his battle scythe, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. Mortarian was equally confident that he would not lose!

3. Are there any restrictions?

Angron suddenly spoke up and asked.

"No restrictions, Angron. You may use any weapon you wish. Face me, Angron, and let us settle our differences amicably!"

Mortarian gripped the scythe in his hand.

"Except for witchcraft!"

Motalian suddenly spoke up, as if struck by a sudden thought.

"Witchcraft? I don't know anything like that."

Angron smiled and gestured for Mortarion to enter the octagon.

[A quick victory?]

"Quick victory."

"Angron said in a low voice."

ps: Third update!

Volume 1: Chapter 201 Chapter 191 Ger: You, Holy Blood Angel, are the only ones causing trouble?

Mortarion stood inside the octagon, having removed his Barbarus scale armor. Although Mortarion's physique was quite thin in Angron's eyes, his chest muscles were well-defined, and his skin was pale. His trousers were simple coarse cloth. He stood there, looking unusually strange.

Angron looked at his brother and selected several guns bearing the cross symbol.

Are you looking down on me?

Mortarian frowned as he looked at the medical guns at Angron's waist. He felt that Angron was questioning him. Angron showed off his powerful muscles and smiled as he patted the several tranquilizer guns at his waist.

"how could be?"

look down?

Angron witnessed firsthand how Mortarian fought the entire match. Even he himself would have been knocked unconscious with just a few anesthetics, but he had prepared dozens of anesthetics for Mortarian. Even if Mortarian couldn't fall asleep, he was going to turn Mortarian into a hedgehog!

Angron watched as Mortarion bent over, and Angron gripped the War God's Roar, as if this was the first real battle against his demigod brother.

Thinking of this, Anglong narrowed his eyes and chose his usual starting move.

"For humanity! My brothers!"

"For humanity, Angron!"

"are you ready?"

"Angron asked."

"Of course!"

As soon as Mortarian finished speaking, he felt something prick his chest. He saw the anesthetic syringe in his chest and was so angry that he laughed!

"Angron, is this the only despicable tactic you can use?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mortarian crouched down and approached, wielding his scythe swiftly like a grim reaper. Angron looked at the grim reaper who had come to reap his soul and smiled.

"nail!"

[Module loading in progress, Conrad Coates module loaded!]

[Guilliman module loaded!]

[The Saint Geres module has finished loading!]

[Upgrading mech skills in progress. Arm enhancement complete. Leg enhancement complete. I suggest you go easy on Mortarion!]

lighter?

Angron laughed. "You told him to go easy on Mortalian?"

Angron moved like a roaring beast. He dodged Mortarion's swinging scythe. Angron had already seen the future of the scythe's sweeping strikes. He unleashed the Roar of the War God, blocking the scythe with his axe. During this time, Angron pulled out a tranquilizer gun and fired two more doses of tranquilizer into Mortarion's chest.

"？Search∏⊥SoＵ：八＠～舞§＜簯≠刘陆《#三死↓_樲”

Feeling insulted, Mortarian moved close to Angron. Angron quickly retreated, a spark appearing on the ground as he leaped into the air to dodge Mortarian's attack.

Mortarian swung his scythe rapidly, relentlessly forcing Angron to retreat until he was cornered in the octagon. Angron could clearly feel Mortarian's furious emotions, which manifested as a torrential barrage of attacks.

[Hold on a little longer, I'm recording Mortarion's attack patterns.]

"What do you mean?"

"Angron asked in a low voice."

[It means I'm going to make you get beaten up!]

Angron tilted his head.

He looked towards the war dogs in the distant stands and saw Kahn holding up a corner of a banner.

His eye twitched slightly.

"War Hounds!"

"Roar!"

"Angron!"

"mighty!"

"Death Guard!"

"no!"

The sudden cheers of the War Hounds not only caught the attention of the Death Guard, but also silenced the Blood Angels for a long time.

Angron took a direct hit from Mortalian's punch and crashed into the edge of the octagon, staring in disbelief at Kahn, who was cheering wildly.

Is he sick?

It's not your fault!

Angron brandished his War Roar, but Mortarion used his scythe to directly restrain it.

　Nine]:ba2four.>ThreeThreeSun¤%in∝turnQUn: "Is that all you've got, Angron!"

Mortarian roared, also angered by Kahn's cheering. He felt like a clown, but Angron grinned.

"ability?"

Angron laughed when he heard Mortarian's words.

"I have no skills whatsoever! Nails!!!"

[Forget it, let's beat him up!]

Mortarian felt a tremendous force, and then he was thrown backward. He saw that Angron was covered by countless cables. When the wings made of cables appeared in the octagon, his expression instantly turned serious!

"Didn't you want to see what I'm capable of?"

Angron slammed his War Cry weapon onto the ground and sneered. Mortarion, seeing this, also dropped his scythe.

"Yes! Angron!"

Mortarion said expressionlessly.

"Then I'll show you!"

"Kahn! Haven't you eaten?!"

Angron roared at Kahn outside the court!