Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Beat up the Holy Blood Angel first!"

Kahn's loud voice echoed continuously throughout the space.

far away.

Saint Jeremy punched Angron in the chest, then took a solid kick from Mortarion. Angron then fired a tranquilizer at Mortarion and headbutted Saint Jeremy on the head.

A large area was cleared around them; the battle between the Imperial demigods was something that ordinary Space Marines could not participate in.

Then, it's unclear which Counter-Strike player started tearing at the angel's still-growing feathers. A hissing sound rang out as Angron and Mortarion attacked the angel together.

"Go away!"

Saint Jeremy roared, and the three of them joined forces and attacked each other.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Hahahaha!"

Saint Geres laughed.

Angron grinned and laughed at the same time as Mortarion.

The three looked at each other.

"Anglong".

Saint Jereth came to Angron's side, his wings flapping a few times like plucked chicken wings, which made Angron and Mortarion chuckle.

“I hope that every now and then, your Twelfth Legion can come to Baal or to our side to help my offspring.”

Lu: "What can I get?"

Angron looked at Saint Geres and felt that Saint Geres could not give him anything. Guilliman could provide support, but you Holy Blood Angels?

Si: "What do you want?"

Saint Jeremy thought for a moment and it seemed that Baal really had nothing to give the War Hounds.

Angron knew what the angel was thinking; he simply wanted the nails to help the Blood Angel remove negative buffs every now and then. Under normal circumstances, Angron would have reluctantly agreed, but Saint Jeles was really not a normal person. Koz and the others still had some sense of shame, but this treacherous guy was different.

Regardless of what the angel said, Angron felt that this bastard had set a trap for him.

[The Covenant.]

When Angron heard the words spoken by the nail in his mind, he hesitated for a moment, which meant that the nail had accepted Saint Geres's proposal, even though he was extremely unwilling.

"I need the Blood Angels and the War Hounds to form an alliance."

"What alliance?"

When Saint Jereth heard Angron agree, he felt relieved. As long as there were conditions, everything was negotiable. He knew his offspring's situation best, and now only the War Hounds could help their legion.

Saint Geres was prepared for a massive hemorrhage.

"The Holy Blood Angels will need to stand on the side of the War Hounds in the future."

"?"

Saint Jeremy was silent for a moment; he felt there was something wrong with Angron.

"You have your eye on that position?"

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Angron was completely shocked when he heard Saint Geres's words. He could feel the electric current emanating from the nails on his head, which instantly cleared his head.

"What I mean is all-round communication. If the War Hounds get caught up in war and there are Holy Blood Angels nearby, the War Hounds need you. I hope we can stand together! Not talk about having any ideas about that location! I don't have any!!!"

Angron roared at Saint Jeles in a voice that was almost a roar. He only wanted to take care of his own little territory. As for the rest, Angron had no say in it.

"As long as you don't betray humanity and my father, I promise you:} Hedgehog∏ˇ4% off!＊Proxy purchase:■±舅澌齡澌△￣@→呜粶↑思了！"

Saint Jeles was somewhat incredulous. If that were the case, he felt that the Holy Blood Angels had made a complete profit, at least the problem he had been worried about could be solved.

"There's one more thing. When it comes to resolving your legion's issues, I need to be by your side 24/7. I also hope that Nukelia and Baal will engage in various exchanges, from cultural to military matters. We also need a group of veterans from your Holy Blood Angels to come and cooperate with us."

After Angron finished explaining his idea about nails.

"it is good!"

The angel agreed without hesitation. The condition was practically nonexistent. Saint Jeles looked at Anglon with deep emotion. He never expected that Anglon would forgive and forget.

"I said... if you want to talk about things, can you wait until after this is over?"

Mortalian felt his head was spinning.

"biubiubiubiu!!!"

Angron turned around and pulled out two tranquilizer guns from his waist, emptying all the tranquilizers at close range. He looked at Mortalian, who was covered in needles, and saw the anger on Mortalian's face.

Angron clicked his tongue as he looked at Mortarion, who remained standing.

"Angron!!!"

Angron did not respond to Mortalian's roar. He emptied three more tranquilizer guns, and then he saw Mortalian's eyes roll back and he fall to the ground.

9. "Is he really that strong?"

4. Angron asked, looking puzzled.

Saint Geres raised an eyelid and looked at Angron.

2. "What is this?"

4. "Oh, this one! You should try it!"

3. Angron pulled the trigger on Saint Geres.

3ps: First update!

Volume 1: Chapter 205 (Chapter 194) What witchcraft? This is science!

5 "Angron!"

As the roar echoed in the room, Mortarian threw off the covers and sat up abruptly from the hospital bed. The next second, he realized that he had somehow ended up in the medical room.

"My lord!"

A familiar voice sounded.

Mortarian looked closely and saw Typhon and Vox standing on either side of him.

"Where is that bastard Angron?!"

Mortarian asked.

"Inside the Governor's Palace of Nukelia."

Nukaria?

Motalian was momentarily stunned. They were in Nukelia now? How long had he been unconscious? What could possibly keep him unconscious for so long? Was it really an anesthetic?

Mortarian got off the bed and looked at the wounds on Vox's and Typhon's faces.

The bruises and dark circles under his eyes made Mortarian feel very annoyed.

"You lost?"

Typhon looked extremely embarrassed when he heard Mortarian's question. To be honest, he really didn't want Mortarian to ask this question.

"Yes."

"We'll win it back next time."

Mortarian didn't say anything; he just patted Typhon on the shoulder, offering some encouragement, and then seemed to remember something.

"Your abilities..."

Typhon felt breathless upon hearing Mortarian's question. He knew this day was truly coming. Although he had hidden it well, he knew that no matter how well he hid it, Mortarian, who despised witchcraft, would always find clues.

Now, Typhon is finally going to face Mortarion.

4. “I…”

Yi Typhon didn't know what to say. Lies? He thought to himself, the truth is the truth, any lie is empty. He didn't know if he was ready to face his fate.

The instruments in Lu's room began to slowly beep. Typhon felt his lips were unusually dry, and he felt as if poison was stuck in his throat. He looked uneasily at Vox beside him, avoiding Mortalian's gaze.

Nine "Typhon!"

A voice rang out.

Seven Varus led the think tank members directly in from outside the door, and Varus immediately performed an imperial salute upon seeing Mortarion.

“Your Highness Mortarion, Angron has been waiting for you to awaken for a long time. He has long admired your numerology and other scientific techniques.”

Varis smiled, and Mortarion gazed at the son of Angron; he could sense that this was a wizard.

"Hmph, Angron!"

Mortarian was furious at the thought of Angron's dishonorable victory; he had never seen such a shameless person!

"What do you want with Typhon?"

Mortarian suddenly asked a question.

What?

Varis pondered for a moment, recalling what the Legion Lord had told him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Typhon is an outstanding scientific talent with powerful energy within him. I have been ordered by the Lord to come and teach Typhon how to use his power scientifically."

"?"

Mortalian could understand every single word Varus said, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together.

"You mean Typhon is a wizard?"

"It's science!"

Varus retorted loudly, extending his hand, and as the psychic power appeared in Varus's hand, Mortarion raised his fist.

You call this science?

Mortarian looked at Varus with disdain; he had never imagined that the offspring of Angron could be so stubborn.

"Your Highness Mortarion, may I ask if the sun has energy?"

"Of course!"

Mortalian had no idea why Varus was suddenly asking this.

"And what about cells?"

Yes, there are.

Mortarian frowned, feeling that Varis was mocking him.

"In fact, Typhon is like a sun; the cells in his body are active, and all his so-called energy comes from within himself. It's a manifestation of human function, just like you..."

"Your Highness Mortarion, the power within you is beyond our reach, but every mortal possesses their own energy, and Typhon is undoubtedly an exceptional example—this is a biological phenomenon."

"The task His Highness Angron gave me was to teach Typhon how to use the energy within his body scientifically. Wizards? We don't know those strange and unusual techniques."

Varus looked at Mortalian with a calm expression. Faced with Varus's sophistry, Mortalian was at a loss for words. His gaze shifted back and forth between Typhon's face and Varus's face. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, finally shutting his mouth and eyes.

No one knew what Mortarian was thinking; everyone was waiting for him to say something next.

"Typhon."

Mortarian spoke.

"My lord."

Tiphon responded with trepidation.

"Learn from this 'scientist' how to use your power scientifically."

Mortarian's words stunned Typhon. He had thought Mortarian would question Varis, or even insult the warhound who had deceived him, or even expel him from the Death Guard. But he never expected Mortarian to let him off so easily.

"Okay...okay."

Typhon said hoarsely, knowing that Mortarion could see through Varus's lies, but he still stubbornly admitted that his power was scientific.

He was experiencing a mix of emotions.

"Lord Angron has been waiting for you for a long time. New news has arrived from Terra. The Empire has obtained clues about your brother, which is why you were brought back to Nukelia while you were asleep."