Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Angron! Go for it!!!"

Kahn waved his flag wildly, and countless war hounds rhythmically cheered for Angron.

"Death Guard!"

“Tenacity!”

"Mortarion!"

"Resilience!!!!!"

Just as Mortarion was about to teach Angron a lesson, he heard a wave of sound behind him. Mortarion, the demigod of the Empire, turned around and saw Typhon, Theresus, and Garo, among others, also roaring in anger. They were glaring at their despicable cousins, the War Hounds, without showing any weakness!

Angron punched Mortarian directly in the face. Mortarian felt a stinging pain in his face, gritted his teeth, and returned Angron's punch, but the next second, an invisible cable wrapped around Mortarian's hand.

"mean!"

Mortarion kicked Angron in the stomach and roared.

mean?

Angron then lunged directly at Mortarion's backward-leaning body.

"Our minds are one!"

Angron tackled Mortarian to the ground, shattering the octagon floor and scattering countless broken stones around him. Angron straddled Mortarian, swinging his fists while injecting Nukelian anesthetic into Mortarian's body.

The battle between the two Imperial demigods caused the surrounding Imperial superhumans to roar in anger. None of them wanted their Primarch to lose the match, so the first curses began.

"War hounds, despicable!"

"Death Guard, trash!"

Saint Jeremy watched the two legionary warriors hurling insults and abuse at each other.

"Azkelon".

The angel chuckled wickedly.

"Go, stir up some fire!"

Saint Jeremy's voice was unusually soft, yet the chief commander of the Holy Blood Guard smiled as he approached Kahn.

Then Ger grabbed Azkelon and started beating him up.

"The Holy Blood Angels are trying to cause trouble! Beat them up!"

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Volume 1: Chapter 203 (Chapter 192) It doesn't hurt, but my head is a little dizzy!

fighting!

fighting!

Fight on!

Inside the hall, fierce battles raged. Inside the octagon, Angron and Mortarion were furiously punching each other in the face, even though Mortarion was taking more beatings. Outside the octagon, the Death Guards, War Hounds, and Blood Angels were in complete chaos.

Ger****, he shamelessly commanded his fighting brothers to overwhelm the Death Guards with sheer numbers. Typhon and the others didn't realize anything at first, but they soon discovered that the War Hounds were truly shameless!

Not only did they outnumber the others, but these war hounds, each armed with a stun gun, kept the Death Guards constantly on their toes. Now, these cousins ​​finally realized that these war hounds had been prepared all along.

The Blood Angels began to unite with the Death Guard, but this so-called alliance was exactly what the War Hounds wanted!

Ger, the warhound's governor, grabbed Azkelon, the commander of the Holy Blood Guard, and punched Azkelon in the face again and again. When the Holy Blood Angels' chief company commander, Radoron, saw this, he was enraged and rushed over, but Kahn stood in front of Radoron.

"Is all you know how to use weapons?!"

Kahn roared, and Radoron lowered his power sword.

"I'll take you down with these fists!"

Kahn saw Radoron lower his weapon and snorted coldly.

"Thirteenth echelon! Attack!"

"Kahn!!!!!"

Radolon never imagined that the War Hounds would be so despicable, beyond human comprehension!

Countless war hounds clad in blue and white armor instantly engulfed Radoron. Radoron punched one of the war hounds in the face, but more war hounds swallowed him up in the crowd. His usual tactics were completely useless at this moment. Radoron, the chief platoon leader of the Holy Blood Angels, could only rely on his fighting instincts to throw punches wildly.

However, Radoron soon found himself unable to throw another punch. He was engulfed by the blue wave. Kahn took out a stun gun and walked over expressionlessly. A moment later, Radoron's screams, the chief platoon leader of the Holy Blood Angels, could be heard from the crowd.

“Tenacity!”

Soutiphon roared, just about to unleash his psionic energy to buff his own people.

Soko had just moved his fingers when several pairs of eyes turned to him. Typhon followed the gaze and saw Varis, the chief strategist of the War Hound, tilting his head and looking at him.

q+ I don't recommend you take action. Your mental energy is chaotic and disorganized; you need systematic learning. +

Qunvares patiently passed it on to Typhon.

Try it!

Typhon ignored Varis's words and immediately unleashed his mental powers.

+Young people.

Varis laughed.

Typhon was furious at Varus's attempt to invade his mind; the Death Guard wasn't without psionicists, and he was...

"vomit!"

Gel looked at Typhon, who was retching violently on the ground after being punched by him.

With Azkelon tucked around his waist, Typhon was extremely pale, feeling as if he were about to vomit up everything he had eaten recently.

"Ger!"

Typhon lived up to his reputation as a Death Guardian. After taking a heavy blow from Gel's sneak attack, he managed to lift his head. Theresus, the seventh company commander of the Death Guard, and Garo rushed over quickly.

Ger looked coldly at the two reckless fools.

"Hypnos!"

Let's make a huge scene!

Gel used the tattered Azkelon from his waist as a weapon and threw it out.

"It seems your people are just as despicable as you, Angron!"

Mortarian's face twitched slightly. Angron, that unsportsmanlike bastard, had just landed several heavy punches on his face. Although Mortarian had retaliated, Angron didn't care at all.

"Fighting is about using any means necessary; do you not want to win a fight?"

"Then I'll kneel down and kowtow to you twice?"

Angron scoffed, bending down as he lowered himself. Though his words were sarcastic, his eyes were filled with vigilance. After all, Mortarian had taken several punches from him without falling, and his own fists were starting to hurt.

"Kowtowing is one thing! But you'd better clean the toilet!"

Mortarian roared and charged again.

Saw!

Angron made a sumo wrestling motion, straightening his body. As Mortarian charged forward, with a roar, he lifted Mortarian up in Mortarian's astonished gaze.

Such brute force shocked even Mortarion.

The angel looked at Angron, who was standing still, about to throw Mortarion to the ground, and he knew that now was the time for him to make his move!

The angels are about to make their move!

[Behind you! Throw the Mortarion at him!]

Angron grinned maliciously; the bald chicken still wanted to launch a sneak attack!

The moment the angel made his move, Angron flung Mortarion behind him. Saint Jereth came to an abrupt stop in mid-air, staring incredulously at Angron, who seemed to have everything under control.

He knew that this was not Angron, but the butcher's nail in his head!

Mortarion crashed into the angel, and the two of them ended up in a corner of the octagon.

Angron stared at the steel that had been smashed apart by the angel.

"Two against one?"

Angron grinned maliciously.

"Let's go, brothers!"

Angron lunged forward, taking Mortarion's punch head-on with his arm, then slamming his fist into the angel's face. The angel retaliated with a punch, followed by another from Angron.

Motalian soon discovered one thing: no matter how much he beat Angron, Angron acted as if nothing had happened, frantically raising his fists and smashing them into the angel's face.

Mortarian watched as a headbutt slammed into Saint Jereth's face. The intense pain and dizziness caused Saint Jereth to stagger backward.

"Baldy chicken! Face me!"

"Angron!"

Saint Jereth was also annoyed by Angron's unsportsmanlike fighting style. "Motalion is attacking you from behind, and you come here specifically to attack me?"

I just had my eye on that nail in your head!

With that in mind, Saint Geres looked at the noisy war hounds in the distance.

He can only vent his anger on the younger ones.

"mean!"

Angron knew exactly what the angel was thinking. He reached out and tried to grab Saint Jerese's wings. With a forceful pull, he ripped off the cloth covering the angel's wings, revealing the featherless wings in the air.

"......"

Now Mortalian finally understands why Angron calls Saint Geres the Bald Chicken.

"A bald chicken!"

Mortarian pointed at the angel's wings and sneered loudly.

"......"

Upon hearing this, Angron saw the angel, who was about to bully the War Hounds, turn around and punch Mortarion in the face.

“Tenacity!”

Mortarian shrugged his shoulders; he didn't feel any pain, just a little dizzy.

P.S.: Fifth update. Goodnight. Please vote!

Volume 1: Chapter 204 (Chapter 193) Oh, this one, you should try it!

Melee!

Azkelon, Nagil, Typhon, Garo, Vox... all the Death Guardians and Blood Angels with names and identities became targets of Gell's hunt.

Gol's body was several times larger than that of an ordinary Space Marine. With the help of Hypnos, he was rapidly dismantling the command structure of the Blood Angels and the Death Guard. Soon, Azkelon and Garo realized that this thing had to be eliminated!

Azkelon and Nagil charged at Geer first, while Garo and Tessus planned to ambush Geer from the side.

[Two guys directly in front of you, two to your sides. I suggest you finish this fight quickly!]

Gel didn't reply. He rushed over and sensed the power of the mind. He looked up and saw Typhon not far away, waving the psychic power in his hand. The next second, Varis and the other think tank members surrounded Typhon with their fists raised.

It looked like Tess was about to rush to the side of Geer.

"Kid! A sneak attack is no good!"

Erlen roared and collided directly with Theseus. The two rolled to the ground, and after rolling twice, Theseus straddled Erlen's waist. Just as he was about to throw a punch at Erlen below, a foot kicked him to the ground. Oedipus spat on the ground and pulled Erlen up from the ground.

On the other side, Galo was facing off against Margo and the others. Galo looked at this group of war hounds who had no sense of martial ethics. He looked around and saw that the Holy Blood Angels and Death Guards around him were all fighting on their own and being beaten up by this group of bastards!

"For Mortarian!"

Garo roared and bent over. Suddenly he heard a whooshing sound. He turned his head and saw a fist coming straight for his face. The moment Garo flew out, he saw Ger dragging Azkelon and Nagil and beating them up like crazy.

"Beat up the Holy Blood Angel first!"