Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Varus looked at Mortalian.

Mortarian pondered for a long time, then nodded slightly.

"Kahn will take you to Lord Angron II, Typhon IV and I will go to the meditation room."

Varus looked at Typhon, who in turn looked at Mortalian. Mortalian nodded, and Typhon then followed Varus away.

Just as Mortarian was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and looked at the camera inside the room.

Your brother spotted me.

Lu Heng said to Anglong.

At this moment, Anglon was in the governor's office talking with Eunouchaus about recent events, while Lu Heng and Dionysus were handling Nukelia's official business.

"Then don't look at him! What's so interesting about him!"

Angron said nonchalantly.

Guilliman and Koz are on their way.

[While I don't know why the Emperor did this, the Third Legion's Vorgrim have also been transferred here. Including us, at least six Primarchs will be meeting your new brothers.]

Lu Heng remembered that in the original history, it seemed that the Emperor alone went to retrieve Kolakos.

Now there are six original genes.

He always felt like something was wrong.

Is that weasel trying to scam people again?

ps: Second update!

Volume 1: Chapter 206 (Chapter 195) Guilliman Arrives!

After the Macurag returned to the physical world from Mandevi Point.

The first ship to greet Guilliman was Angron’s flagship, the Redemption.

To welcome this ruler of the five hundred worlds, the War Hounds essentially emptied their coffers of wealth—literally, their very last remaining possessions.

Guilliman stood by the window, gazing at the tottering transport ship that was practically destined for a junkyard. Guilliman sighed inwardly. He felt that Angron had taken him for a fool; this blatant attempt to feign poverty was obvious at a glance.

Marius Gage walked over from the side, the governor carrying several documents. He looked in the direction the Father of Genetics was gazing, then leaned to the side, giving a friendly look to the war dogs that were greeting them.

"My lord, the Blood Angels and the Death Guards seem to have arrived long ago." (Mio)

"Yes, their ships are already visible on the radar."

Guilliman nodded. He was curious how Angron handled the relationship between the brothers, especially since Mortarion and Saint Geres' first meeting hadn't been particularly friendly.

Of course, his reputation wasn't particularly good among his other brothers either. Guilliman turned to look at his offspring.

"Gage, Kahn wrote to you again?"

Marius Gage smiled and pulled out a blue and white envelope.

"In fact, most of the warhounds write us letters, and the Nemesis Chapter's construction on Nukelia is progressing very smoothly."

"We expect to complete the construction of Nukelia in about ten years, or perhaps less."

Marius Gage predicted.

"Alright, go see my brother. I really hope he won't complain about being poor this time."

Guilliman began to speak.

As the two fleets converged in space, several Stormbirds took off from the Makulag and landed on the deck of the Redemption.

Angron and his sons were already standing on the deck, waiting for Guilliman.

As Guilliman stepped down from the Stormbird, Angron grinned.

“Guilliman! My brother!”

Angron strode forward, and the Ever Victorious Army made way for the demigod of the Empire. Angron then grabbed Guilliman tightly. Guilliman felt the impact of Angron and thought that if Angron used a little more force, he might just kill him!

“Saint Jeles and Mortarion await you in Nukelia.”

"Angron said quietly."

"I understand, Angron."

Guilliman agreed while tossing Angron's hand off his shoulder.

"The Midnight Lord will arrive in Nukelia in about a week, and our brother Fugrim will arrive around the same time."

Anglong estimated the time, and soon seemed to have thought of something.

“We encountered some things during our last expedition, and we’ll talk about them in detail when you have time.”

Anglong looked at Guilliman with a slightly serious expression. Guilliman listened to Anglong's words and his expression also became tense. For Anglong to be so serious, he must be no normal person.

While they were talking.

The warhounds also approached the Ultramarines with whom they had formed a bond during the last battle, while Kahn went to Marius Gage's side.

"They didn't come?"

Kahn asked Marius Gage.

"The world cannot exist without people."

Marius Gage shook his head; that was the purpose of establishing the Four Heroes.

"Ahem, Gage."

Suddenly, Kahn seemed to remember something and coughed deliberately. Marius Gage looked at Kahn.

"explain."

Do you know Sevita?

Servitas?

Marius Gage certainly knew the Midnight Lord, but he was now wondering why Kahn would ask him that question.

"Ahem, it's just that Sevita has a bit of a conflict with one of our brothers."

Kahn chuckled and said, "Yes, he was talking about Varis."

"So, Kahn, what do you mean?"

Marius Gage looked somewhat wary; he had a feeling that Kahn wasn't going to say anything good!

"This time, Sevita has come to challenge our chief think tank to a one-on-one duel."

"But you know he's just a useless piece of trash, so see if you can help Varus out then."

Kahn chuckled awkwardly.

"Don't do it!"

Marius Gage now realizes that Kahn was definitely setting him up; how could anyone do something like that?

"You should resolve your own problems."

Marius Gage snorted coldly.

"As expected, it is not as good as the Holy Blood Angel."

Kahn muttered to himself.

"What did you say?"

Marius Gage frowned. What did this have to do with the Blood Angels?

“Azkelon and Radoron both said they would help Varis resolve this matter, even though the War Hounds have an alliance with you.”

"Bullshit! You've brought this trouble upon yourselves!"

Although Marius Gage didn't know what kind of mind-altering drug Kahn had given the Blood Angels, he knew that those guys had no idea that the Midnight Lords and the War Hounds had absolutely no conflict. The War Hounds just liked to stir up trouble for no reason!

That's why Marius Gage wouldn't listen to Kahn's words and drag the Ultramarines into it.

Seeing that Gage had no intention of participating, Kahn immediately started talking about other things.

At this moment, blue and white flags and the blue flags of the Ultramarines fluttered on the tarmac. The Empire's Ultramarines chatted and joked with each other like ordinary people, and the warriors smiled.

Under Nail's command, the two fleets began to proceed in an orderly fashion toward Nukelia's largest spaceport.

Countless ships of the Cult of Machines were moving back and forth here. Ships with mechanical arms and a large number of machines were repairing this space port that was not yet completed. A large number of ships were stationed on the other side of the port, with an entire fleet in each area.

The areas for the Holy Blood Angels, Death Guardians, and the yet-to-arrive Sons of the Emperor and the Midnight Lords were already allocated.

After the two fleets reached their bases, the spaceport began docking. As the gates opened, Governor Gel led the Warhounds in a salute to the emerging Ultramarines.

"Your Highness Guilliman! My lord, the war hounds are ready!"

Is Si ready?

Guilliman did not understand what Ger meant by saying that.

But only the warhounds themselves knew that Guilliman, Saint Geres, and even the yet-to-arrive Koz were all people they needed to be wary of.

"Please, my brother!"

Angron strode forward; this time, he wouldn't put his nails on someone else's head.

ps: first update

Volume 1: Chapter 207 (Chapter 196) Guilliman: I'm richer than you!

Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale.

As Mortarian took his seventh breath, he gazed at Saint Jereth in the banquet hall. The archangel of the empire had grown his feathers in full, though Mortarian still missed the days when he was a bald chicken.

This is the Governor's Palace of Nukelia, which is also the political and military center of Nukelia. The news that the six demigods of the Empire have descended upon Nukelia has spread throughout the world, but Mortarian looked at the wine on his table, which was the poisoned wine from Barbarus.

That's right, all the drinks at this banquet came from the Death Guard. The Death Guard only had a limited supply of drinks, except for Barbaros's, the Holy Blood Angels also had some drinks taken from them, those drinks that had a rusty taste.

The entire hall was filled with glory, with the banners of various legions hanging above it. Each chair had the characteristics of a different legion, like the one Mortarian was sitting on. The dark green chair was surrounded by Barbarus' poison gas, and the mist lingered around Mortarian's eyes. For the first time, Mortarian was filled with curiosity about a chair.

Ordinary people come and go.

"They have no fear of Space Marines."

As Saint Jeremy's voice rang out, Mortarion turned his head and looked at the angel who had come to his side.

“I saw it, the Nukelia people, the Macurag people, and the Nostrama people.”

Mortarian still couldn't understand why the Nostramas were here. He sat up straight and looked at the chair that belonged to Saint Geres, a chair made of soft feathers, half of which was dyed bright red, and there was even a small pair of wings on the back of the chair.

To pander to the crowd.

Although Mortarian knew that this was the work of the Warhounds, he still pinned the blame on the Blood Angels.

"They're coming."

Saint Jeremy looked at Mortarian, who took a few quick breaths before following the angel toward the door.

Outside the gate, Guilliman and his entourage were surrounded by Macuragran in the square. The flags of the Empire and the six legions were fluttering in the wind. To be honest, Mortalian did feel that the War Hounds were quite comfortable.

He now sees that Angron is a civilized man who disguises himself as a barbarian. He is carefree but shrewd, and sometimes he is indeed naive. Putting aside Angron's inhuman behavior, Mortarian is more in favor of this brother.

The angel and Mortarion stood on the steps, watching their demigod brother approach.

"Long time no see, my brothers."

Guilliman greeted Mortalian and Saint Geres.

"Did they say you had hair removal done before, Angron?"

"?"change

Saint Geres's smile had barely begun to rise when he heard Guilliman's next words. His face instantly froze, and Saint Geres quickly turned his gaze to Angron, staring intently at him.

"hehe.":

Mortarian chuckled to himself, seeing Saint Geres in such a disgraceful state for the first time.

"I heard you ate Angron's vomit?"

Guilliman tilted his head.

"?" Ai

Mortarian straightened up, staring intently at Angron's face like an angel, while Angron gazed at the sky with indifference.